Getting Brother Naked

Getting Brother Naked 9 and 10

By Nevergrowup
nevergrowup2015@hotmail.com

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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, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Chapter 9 – More boys in trouble

The last few weeks had been very quiet with not much happening at all other than the usual boring routine school stuff.

“Charis, hey Charis wait.”

Charis turned to see who was calling her, and saw two girls rushing towards her.

“Hi, I’m Nicola,” said one of the girls who were now standing beside her, “and this is my friend Caitlin, we’re both 13.”

“Hi,” Charis replied.

“We’ve not actually spoken before,” continued Nicola, “I’m a friend of Samantha’s. She told me that you wanted to hear about any boys who had misbehaved. Well I need to talk to you about my brother.”

A smile appeared on Charis’s face.

“Go on,” she said.

“Well my brother Scott is 14. He usually hangs around with Ryan who is Caitlin’s brother, and another friend Simon who are the same age. Yesterday I was at home with another friend, Angela doing homework when she looked out of my bedroom window and saw what she thought was smoke coming from behind the back garden shed.”
“Golly,” said Charis with a more serious expression on her face. “was the shed on fire?”

“No,” said Nicola picking up her story again. “We both rushed downstairs and out into the garden. We could see puffs of smoke coming out from behind the shed and then as we got closer to it we could hear voices and coughing. We crept along the side and then when we peered around the back we saw Scott, Ryan, Simon and another boy who we didn’t know all smoking.”

“Gosh,” Charis exclaimed “What happened?”
“When I saw what was happening,” Nicola replied, “I shouted at my brother who was really shocked to see us both standing there. I told him he was in heaps of trouble and wait until Mum and Dad got home.”

“What did he say?” Charis asked.

“Not much,” Nicola answered, “his friends were all really shaken when I shouted and horrified that they had been caught; they left very quickly, leaving just my brother who was petrified.”

“I bet,” said Charis. “So how was it left?”

“Well,” Nicola stated, “I left my brother in no doubt that he was in serious bother and that I would need to think what I was going to do about it. If our parents found out he would certainly be in for a spanking, my Mum hates people who smoke.”

Charis smiled to herself;

“Samantha suggested you speak to me; did she tell you about my alternative punishments?”

“She told me a little bit about them, but not exactly what was involved other than that it would be very exciting to watch,” Nicola replied.

“So do you want me to speak to your brother and his friends then?” Charis enquired.

“Yes,” Nicola replied.

“Ok. I could do this on Saturday morning. Will your parents be around?” Charis asked.

“Normally one of them would be around but not this Saturday,” she said; “Dad is playing golf and Mum has an appointment at the hairdressers and is then going out for lunch with a friend.”

“Excellent,” said Charis, “can you arrange for your brother and his friends to be at your house for 10 o’clock on Saturday morning?”

“Yes that should be fine. I know they are all really worried about what is going to happen to them.” Nicola replied.

“That’s great. Can you give me your address then? Also if you want to invite their sisters along and any of your friends then please do so, the more the merrier,” Charis declared.

“Thanks,” said Nicola writing down her address for Charis; “see you on Saturday.”

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It was just before 9.30am when Charis arrived at Nicola’s house. She rang the doorbell and Nicola greeted her.

“Come in,” she said; “come upstairs and meet everyone.”

Charis followed Nicola upstairs to her bedroom.

“Let me introduce you,” Nicola said, “this is Angela, who was with me when I caught the boys smoking; this is Justine who is Jack’s sister, she’s 13. Jack was the other boy who was smoking who I didn’t know; this is my cousin Melanie who’s 14 and my friend Michelle who lives next door, she’s 12. You have already met Caitlin and you know Samantha.”

Charis smiled and introduced herself to the girls.

“Hi everyone, I’m Charis. Thank you for coming along this morning; you all know why you are here; you have come to see someone you know being punished for doing something that they shouldn’t have done. My methods of punishment are quite radical but effective, and everyone who has watched them in the past has really enjoyed what they have seen.”

The girls listened to what Charis had to say and all agreed that they were really looking forward to seeing what was going to happen.

“Where’s Scott?” Charis asked.

“He’s in his bedroom,” Nicola replied, “absolutely scared stiff.”

Charis grinned and thought to herself, “Literally I hope!”

Just before 10 o’clock the doorbell rang; the girls stayed in Nicola’s bedroom and let Scott answer it. By the sound of it all of the boys had arrived together; there was the clatter of footsteps on the stairs and then silence as the boys entered Scott’s bedroom. Shortly afterwards there was a gentle tap on Nicola’s bedroom door. Nicola answered it and found Scott waiting outside.

“We’re all here,” he said nervously.

“Ok, thank you for letting us know,” Nicola replied, “please go and wait in your room and we will be along shortly to let you know what will be happening.”

Scott then went back to his bedroom to wait.

A few moments later Nicola and Charis arrived at Scott’s bedroom door and without knocking went straight inside. Charis looked around and saw four boys sitting and standing, all of whom looked as equally nervous as the next boy. Nicola introduced Charis and said she would explain to them what was going to happen next.
“Good morning,” said Charis. “I have been asked to come along and speak to you this morning because all four of you were caught doing something that you shouldn’t have been. I am here to give you two options; (1) that your parents are informed that you have been smoking and that you will be dealt with and punished as your individual parents see fit, or (2) that you accept an alternative punishment and your parents do not find out what you have been doing. The decision is yours.”

The boys looked at each other and then at Charis.

“Can we have a few moments alone to discuss this?” one of the boys asked.

“Yes,” replied Charis. “I will give you 5 minutes to make your decision. Please be aware however that whatever decision you make will be final, and that if you opt for the alternative punishment, if at any point you do not agree to do anything then it will be decreed that you have not fulfilled the agreement and your parents will be informed, is that clear?”

“Yes,” the boys confirmed together.

“Ok, well I will leave you now to make your decision, and remember you have just 5 minutes to make your choice.” With that Charis left the room.

After only a couple of minutes the door to Scott’s bedroom opened and Scott appeared.

“Err, we have made our decision,” he said.

Charis re-entered the room and met the gaze of the four boys.

“We don’t want our parents to know what happened and so we have decided to go for the alternative option,” Scott announced.

“Thank you Scott for making such a decisive decision,” Charis said. “I will let you know what you will be required to do shortly but first of all please can I know the names and ages of all of you?”

“Well said Scott I think you know who I am, I’m Scott and I’m 14.”

“I’m Ryan and I’m 14,” said another boy.

“I’m Simon and I’m also 14,” said the third boy.

“I’m Jack,” said the last of the boys present, “and I’m 15.”

“Ok thanks,” Charis said, “please all wait here and I will return in a few moments.”

With that she left Scott’s bedroom and returned to Nicola’s bedroom where she addressed the other girls:

“The boys have decided that they do not want their parents to find out what they have done and so they have agreed to the alternative punishment. This punishment will take place here in this room so I would ask you all to make yourselves comfortable and when you are ready I will go and fetch the boys.”

The girls settled themselves onto the bed, cushions and a chair. As they did so Charis left the room and returned a few moments later followed by the four boys. As they entered the room the boys looked around in surprise as they saw their sisters waiting for them, except for Simon who was an only child.

Charis told the boys to stand side by side in a line facing the girls.

“Now boys,” Charis began, “you elected to opt for the alternative punishment to your parents being told about what you were doing. I need to remind you again now that you must do whatever you are instructed to do. If you refuse or question anything then you will forfeit this option and your parents will be informed. Do you all understand?”

“Yes,” the boys said together, “we understand and agree.”

“Right then boys,” Charis announced, “I want you to take your shoes and socks off.”

The boys obeyed instantly.

“Now I want you to take your jumpers and fleeces off.”

Again the boys did as they were told straight away; followed by their tee-shirts and shirts which was Charis’s next request so that they were standing barefooted and topless.

“Ok, now undo the belts on your trousers if you have one, then undo the poppers and pull down your zips,” Charis ordered.

The boys looked a little perplexed, but did as they were instructed.

“Now let your trousers drop to the floor and step out of them so that you are just standing in your underwear.”

The boys again did as they were told and stood in line in their underwear; all of them were wearing boxer shorts except for Ryan who was wearing briefs. Charis smiled as she looked along the line. She could see the outlines of the boys’ cocks in the boxer shorts, with Simon’s more prominent than the others as his boxers had a little tent in them which was the tell-tale sign he was starting to get a boner. Ryan’s briefs were quite tight and revealed a nice looking bulge.

The girls who were watching were very excited at what they had seen so far and were hoping that this wasn’t going to be the end of the proceedings for the day as they gazed upon the boys in their underwear.
“Ok,” said Charis, “It is now time for you to draw a number. In this bag there are four numbers; I want each of you to draw one.” She walked up to each boy in turn and they each drew a number from the bag.

“Right then who has number 1?” Charis enquired.

“I do.” said Ryan.

“Ok,” said Charis, “Then please remove your briefs.”

Ryan stared at her and was about to say something when he remembered what they had agreed. He looked around at everyone else, who all had their eyes transfixed on him, he then slipped his thumbs inside his briefs and pulled them down revealing a very nice soft cock and a decent set of pubes above it.

As he did so there was an “oooh” from the girls, and in particular from Caitlin who was staring at her brother’s naked teenage cock for the first time.

Ryan looked around him and went bright red in embarrassment.

“Next, who has number 2?” Charis asked.

Simon put his hand up.

“Ok Simon off you go, please remove your boxers.”

Simon looked around him and took a deep breath before nervously pulling down his boxers. As he did so the tent at the front of his boxers was revealed and he stood there naked with a 4½ inch boner sticking up in the air, and a patch of tight curly pubic hair to compliment his cock.

There was an even bigger “oooh” from the girls as they looked approvingly at Simon’s hard cock.

“Who’s next?” said Charis.

This time it was Jack’s turn. He was the oldest, being a year older than the other three boys. Having watched Simon strip off, the effect of seeing his friend’s boner had had an effect on his own cock which was now semi-erect in his boxers. He also noticed that Ryan’s cock was also sticking out more now than when he first stripped off.

Jack also looked around him and then muttered, “Ok, here goes,” before dropping his boxers and standing naked in front of his audience. Being naked continued the effect on his cock and he too stood in front of the girls with a boner. He was over 5” and had a nice set of dark pubes.   Again there were gasps from the girls, and in particular Justine who stood admiring her brother’s cock.

Lastly it was Scott’s turn; he looked hesitatingly at Charis before pulling his boxers down and stepping out of them, he was also sporting a boner. The girls all gasped, especially his sister Nicola, for whilst his cock at 4” was equally as impressive as the other boys what was more noticeable was that he didn’t have any pubes at all; he was completely smooth.

Charis looked along the line of the naked boys standing in front of her and smiled as she looked at the four hard cocks pointing up in the air.

“Please take two steps forward,” she instructed.

The four boys did as they were told.

“Now girls to whom this applies please come and stand behind your brother. Simon, I know you do not have a sister so I am going to ask Angela to come and stand behind you.”

The three girls got up and stood behind their brothers, and Angela behind Simon.

“As you were all caught smoking behind the shed it is necessary for you to be punished so that you are not tempted to do this again. Each of you will receive a spanking; girls please give your brothers ten spanks on their bare bottoms, and Angela please give Simon the same.”

For the next few minutes there were the sounds of hands being applied to naked backsides as well as cries and yelps of pain as the boys reacted to being spanked. By the time the girls had finished each boy was sporting a very red bare bottom.

Charis thanked the girls for administering the punishments and told them to go and sit down again. She then turned and walked along the line of the boys. As she did so she reached out and wrapped her hand around the shaft of each boy’s hard cock giving each a good feel; each boy in turn gave a little groan of delight as she touched them. When she got to Scott she paid particular attention to his cock and balls and thought to herself how much she liked the smoothness of his hairless pubic area.

“Now boys your punishment is almost over, there is just one more thing that you will be required to do. As you are all so keen to show off your cocks to us it seems a pity not to take advantage of their condition, therefore I want each of you to wank for us in the same order that you took your underwear off earlier. When one of you has finished then the next can start.”

The boys looked at each other in stunned silence. Charis smiled before turning to Ryan.

“Ok, you may begin.”

Ryan grabbed hold of his hard cock in his right hand and started rubbing his hand up and down the shaft; he also grabbed hold of his balls and manipulated them as he wanked. It wasn’t long before he brought himself to climax and cried out in ecstasy;

“Nghhhhh, Aaaaghhhh, Mmmffffm,” as he shot his cum all over his chest.

Next up was Simon who had been in a highly aroused state right from the word go; he was the only boy who had been hard when he stripped off earlier and had kept his boner throughout. As soon as Ryan shot his load Simon began to play with his hard cock. He had his hand around his shaft and was sliding it up and down in a fairly intense movement that was having a very powerful effect on his feelings and he soon reached the moment when he too was ready to shoot his load;

“Aaghhhh, aaaghhhh, Nghhhhhh.” He delivered one forceful spurt of cum after another across his chest and body until he was also finished.

Jack followed and began rubbing his cock and balls, fondling his balls with his left hand as he rubbed his cock with his right. He began to moan and groan quite early as he played with himself and then gradually built himself up to a climax and then he too shot his load. Leaning back slightly he yelled out;

“Nghhhhh, Aaagghhhhh, Ohhhhhh, Aaaghhhh,”as he shot several waves of spunk over his chest and upper body and then over his lower body.

Last of all was Scott. He was very apprehensive and looked around him before he started touching his cock, although he quite quickly got into the routine of sliding his hand up and down his hard shaft. Much more abruptly than the other three boys he reached his peak, grimaced and then cried out;

“Aaaghhhh, Aaghhhh, aaghhhh.” This time though there were no spurts of cum as he arrived at what was regarded as a dry orgasm. As a late developer he went through the same emotions as the other boys but was unable to shoot any real spunk, which he found quite embarrassing.

The girls had sat there wide-eyed as they watched their brothers and the other boys play with their cocks in front of them and had been amazed at what they had seen when each of them had shot their load. Even Scott, who had not managed to shoot any cum had given them an impressive display of rubbing his cock.

As the boys sat back on Nicola’s bed so Charis turned to the girls and said:

“The boys have completed their punishments and have done so without complaint or refusal to carry out any task. I think it is now time for us to leave them to clean themselves up and get dressed.”

As she finished speaking so the girls got up and left the room excitedly talking about what they had just seen. Just before she left the room Charis approached Scott and spoke to him;

“Don’t worry that you were unable to shoot your load like the other boys; that will happen in due course. You displayed the same determination as your friends and one day you will be able to shoot cum like them.”

Scott smiled and said “thank you,” feeling much better and more confident in himself as Charis left the room.

Chapter 10 – The Paperboy

It was Saturday morning and Charis was awoken by the sun streaming in through her bedroom window. She went and looked out to see it was a glorious day; just perfect as she had planned to go into town with Jolie and Natalie. As she stood there she noticed a tall thin boy walking up the driveway to the house. She wondered who this was to start with, then saw the yellow bag on his back and realised that this must be the new paperboy. Theirs was the furthest house out of town that the newsagents delivered to and as such was the least popular of the rounds, so any new paperboy or girl was always assigned this route.

She stood behind the curtains and peered out as the boy approached the house. She knew he had to be at least 13 years old as that was the minimum age for a paper round. He was quite tall and had a rather geeky appearance with short dark hair and glasses and was also quite good looking Charis thought. She watched as he walked up to the front of the house and pushed the large wad of papers through the letterbox before retracing his steps along the driveway. Charis’s eyes followed him all the way to the end of the driveway and into the road at the end until she lost sight of him. An idea had popped into her mind, but she wasn’t sure how at this stage she would implement it.

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A couple of weeks later Charis woke up to the distant rumble of thunder and the rain beating down outside her window.

“What a horrible morning,” she thought to herself as she snuggled down under her duvet. She was just starting to doze off again when there was a knock at her bedroom door and she heard her Mum’s voice;

“Charis dear we will be leaving soon to take Helen back to the airport; are you going to get up and say goodbye.”

Charis sat up and rubbed her eyes; she looked at her alarm clock; 7.30am was very early for a Saturday morning. Helen was her aunt, her Mum’s sister who had been visiting from South Africa and was now going home. She jumped out of bed and gave her face a quick sluice with water, threw on some clothes and went downstairs.
Her Dad appeared through the front door muttering and looking rather wet, having just come in from putting Helen’s suitcases in the car.

“It’s awful out there,” he grumbled, “what atrocious conditions for a trip to the airport; are you ready?” he called out to Helen and Anne; Charis’s mother.

“Yes dear,” Anne replied.

“Well we had better get going, I know your flight is not until 1.15pm but I’m making allowances in case we get delayed by the weather.”

Charis said goodbye to her aunt and her parents and wished them a safe journey.

“Please give my love to Robert,” Helen said as she kissed Charis.

Robert had been on a school trip yesterday and had not got back until the evening and so had stayed over at Daniel’s last night.

“Robert should be back home around 11am,” her mother said.

Richard opened the front door and looked out at the rain teeming down; extending the umbrella again the three of them made a dash for the car. Charis watched from the porch as they dived into the car and waved as they moved off along the driveway before turning right at the end. She closed the front door and went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and get some breakfast.

Charis finished her tea and toast and put the breakfast things in the bowl and washed up. She then headed into the lounge; as she did so she looked outside to see the rain still bucketing down; she also noticed a figure heading along the driveway towards the house. She went to the front door and opened it just as the paperboy reached it. Standing before her was a very wet, bedraggled looking teenage boy who was completely soaked from head to toe.

“You’re absolutely soaked,” exclaimed Charis, “come in out of the rain.”

The boy stepped inside the porch, taking off his newspaper bag as he did so and at the same time dripping all over the floor.

“Here’s your paper,” he said, “sorry it’s a bit soggy.”

“Never mind about the paper,” Charis said, “it’s you I’m more worried about. You are absolutely soaking wet.”

“It is a bit damp out there” said the boy sardonically, his glasses steaming up in the warmth of the house.

Charis closed the porch door.

“Come through,” she said as she led the way through to the downstairs bathroom. She grabbed a towel off the shelf and handed it to the boy. “I’m Charis,” she said, “what’s your name?”

“Thanks,” said the boy accepting the towel, “I’m Chris.”

“You can’t stay in those wet clothes or you’ll end up with a terrible chill,” Charis declared; “take them off and leave them outside the bathroom while you take a shower and I will put them in the tumble drier for you.”

Chris was now starting to tremble with the cold and his teeth were starting to chatter; “Th-thanks,” he stuttered.

“When you have had your shower put one of the bathrobes on and go through and wait in the lounge,” Charis said, “I’ll go and make you a hot drink.”

Chris entered the bathroom and took off his wet clothes; he turned on the shower and before climbing in opened the bathroom door and dropped them on the floor outside; he then closed and locked the bathroom door before stepping underneath the shower, gasping as the hot water began to invigorate, revive and thaw his cold naked body.

Charis had been waiting in the kitchen and had heard the bathroom door being opened. She went outside into the hallway just in time to see Chris drop his clothes outside the bathroom door and retreat back inside again, catching just a flash of his smooth skinny torso. She collected up his clothes which were a lot wetter than she had expected and put them into the spin drier before heading back to the kitchen.

Chris meanwhile experienced one of the best showers he had ever had, and after spending a good 15 minutes underneath the hot water stepped out feeling much better than when he entered and considerably warmer. In actual fact he was close to being hypothermic when he got in, that was how cold he had become. He stood in the bathroom and dried himself off then reached for one of the bathrobes that hung on the wall; putting it on he found it was a little on the large side for a 13 year old boy but was warm and cosy and he nestled into it. Opening the bathroom door he stepped into the hallway and looked around not sure exactly where he was heading, although he soon found the door to the lounge and entered.

On entering Chris found himself in quite a large room with a couple of sofas and two or three comfortable looking chairs. There was a large fireplace and a TV/entertainments system along with a display cabinet containing china figurines, and a coffee table which had a small pile of magazines on it.

Chris sat down on one of the sofas and after assimilating himself to his surroundings focussed on the pile of magazines. He started looking through them; the first one was about football, the second was a music magazine, the next was about the countryside, then as he came to the next one he stopped and stared at a picture of a naked young woman on the cover. He looked inside and found several more pictures of young girls in very revealing poses showing off their breasts and fannies. As he looked at the pictures he could feel a stirring in his groin. He picked up the next magazine which was also full of similar pictures; as he flicked through the pages so his cock began to grow ever harder and he started to loosen the bathrobe that he was wearing. He put his hand inside the bathrobe and gave his hard cock a stroke. As he did so he noticed another magazine on the table which had a picture of two naked boys on the cover. He picked it up and began looking through it in astonishment as he glimpsed page after page of naked boys, showing off their hard cocks, until he came across a picture of a boy sucking another boy’s cock. He spread out the three magazines on the coffee table in front of him and sat back on the sofa with his bathrobe now wide open stroking his hard cock as he looked at the pictures in front of him.

Charis meanwhile had been busy in the kitchen; she had put Chris’s clothes through the tumble drier and had also put them in front of the heater, and so they were now nice and dry. She had also made a steaming hot cup of hot chocolate for him and was now heading towards the lounge. As she got to the door she stopped and pushed open the door very slightly so that she could peer through the crack; the sight that she saw brought immediate satisfaction to her and her face was wreathed in smiles. She then boldly opened the door to the lounge and walked in as though she wasn’t expecting anything;

“Hi Chris,” she began, “I hope you have warmed up now … oh!” she exclaimed as she pretended to be surprised at what she had seen.

Chris in turn looked absolutely horror-struck as he sat there playing with his naked hard cock as Charis entered the room. It was almost as though time stood still; he sat there absolutely frozen, unable to move. Charis meanwhile had sat down on the sofa next to Chris and had placed his cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table. She turned to admire Chris’s naked body. He was quite thin and wiry but had a nice sized cock, at least 4½ inches long, with a very neat set of dark pubes; his glasses made him somehow look older than he was.

Still looking absolutely petrified Chris didn’t know what to do or say next.

“Don’t worry,” said Charis smiling as she took pity on the terrified boy; “there is no need for you to feel embarrassed. I have seen plenty of boys’ cocks in my time, and I have to say yours is one of the nicest.” As she said this she reached over and took Chris’s cock in her hand and stroked it up and down a few times. “Yes it is very nice.”

Chris had never had his young teenage cock touched by anyone before and certainly wasn’t expecting it. He looked at her quite alarmed.

“Your clothes have now dried out and are just outside the door, and I think you will be pleased to hear that it has almost stopped raining now.”

“Thank you,” replied Chris rather nervously sipping his mug of hot chocolate.

“I hope you enjoyed looking through the magazines,” Charis asked; “especially the ones that you have got spread out on the coffee table here. I confiscated these from my brother. If you ever want to come back for another look at them then you are more than welcome to do so.”

Chris nodded at Charis in a rather uncomfortable fashion. He finished his drink and collected his clothes before changing back into them.

“I guess I had better be going,” he said, “thanks for drying my clothes for me.”

“No worries,” Charis replied, “maybe see you around sometime.”

With that she opened the front door, Chris hurriedly picked up his newspaper bag and headed off on his way home.

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