Liam's Worst Day

By Richard Harling
harlingrichard@yahoo.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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Summary- It was time for Liam to face his punishment. For his mother, it was a perfect opportunity to make her son learn a valuable lesson based on pure humiliation.

Liam’s Worst Day

Martina Hogarth knocked firmly on the thick wooden door three times. Thirteen year old Liam looked on at his mother, still wondering quite why she had roped him into this.

“Oh, come on, Liam. I have explained enough times why we are doing this,” she said sternly.

Liam had never been in so much trouble. An only child, he was normally well-behaved. His father worked away and had no idea of the recent behaviour of his son. Liam had been caught smoking at school, and Martina took it upon herself to see him learn a harsh lesson from the experience and also to add to the family finances in a very unique way. The small ad she had recently seen in the newspaper didn’t really give much detail;

“Young model wanted for London-based artist. Must be open-minded. Fee paid.”

Martina contacted the artist in question to obtain the details, and it seemed a perfect opportunity for all parties. She had left out the nitty gritty so as not to alarm her son too much at this stage. Liam accompanied her to the big Georgian home with many questions, most of which she had managed to deflect.

An outline appeared through the frosted window of the door and, within a moment, it opened inwards to reveal a plump middle-aged lady who simply stared at the boy before speaking.

“You must be Liam?” she asked, with a voice much more spritely than her figure.

“Yes, Miss,” replied Liam. His mother was proud that he still referred to ladies in that manner.

“Then, do come in. And you, of course, Mrs Hogarth,” called the lady, gesturing them into the long hallway. As they both made steps towards the bottom of the stairs, their host spoke again.

“Please. Let me take your coats. Then you may make your way into my studio. Second door to your left.”

The two of them removed their coats and entered the room. It was like neither of them had seen before. Three of the walls were painted brilliant white and a solid wooden floor was laid throughout. The shorter wall to their left had a brass rail spanning the top and draped from the rail was a thick maroon piece of fabric. A small white box- obviously a plinth- broke the continuity of the teak floor. To their right, a professional-looking camera was mounted on a sturdy metal tripod. Several stylish photographs lined the walls of the room.

Liam looked at the lady, still wondering exactly what she had in mind. She looked down at him with keen eyes.

“So, I am Mrs Brunning. Has your mother told you what is to happen today?”

“No, Miss. She has told me that you’re an artist but not much else,” he replied, with an air of inquisitiveness in his voice.

His mother looked on at the very confident lady and listened to Mrs Brunnings’ next words.

“Well, your mother is quite correct, Liam. I am an artist and my chosen art is photography. So far, all of my work has been of objects, as you will see if you look around the room”

She then reached out and placed her right hand firmly onto his left shoulder.

“However, I would like to have a bash at photographing a person. Well, to be specific, I have been looking for a young boy to photograph”

Liam glanced at his mother but failed to get her to meet her eyes with his. Instead, she looked nervously at the floor, quite wondering herself if she had made the right decision in bringing her son here.

“I never had any children, Liam. In fact, I have never even married. I have for as long as I can remember wanted to photograph a child for my collection of colour stills. I will show you what I have in mind, Liam. Just hold on a moment”

She hurriedly stepped away and fumbled in a big canvas bag at the other end of the room, before returning to him with a gloss photograph in her right hand.

“I am looking to recreate something along these lines, Liam,” she said, while proudly showing him the picture. Liam and his mother looked at the picture before them, which made Liam blush. The image in question was that of a boy, probably aged eight or nine. A white marble statue, with his hands behind his head, as though yawning. His gender was apparent due to his nudity and it was that which made Liam blush.

“I don’t have to get undressed do I?” asked Liam, in a very alarmed tone.

Mrs Brunning continued in her explanation.

“Well, yes, but only for a few moments. It will be done before you know it!”

“But...but...”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Liam!” barked his mother. “If you want, we can just leave here and I will ask your father what alternative punishment we can give.”

The boy feared that the most. “No, mum,” he said, with his voice almost breaking. “I’ll do it, but will you leave the room?”

The lady chipped in again. “I’m sorry, but that won’t be possible, Liam. I require your mother to be here as my witness.”

Tears were forming in his eyes as Liam looked at his mother, desperate for her to say this was all a joke. Those words didn’t come.

“We could just do it while you are in your underwear to see how it feels. If you want to stop there, just let me know,” the lady confidently said. This was a much better option for Liam, who had not been seen naked since he was nine years old. He had no desire to be nude today, but being allowed to pose in his underwear was no different to being in his swimming trunks, so it seemed reasonable.

He nodded and made a request. “I will do it but will you turn around while I take my clothes off?”

“Of course,” the lady replied, before looking at his mother and encouraging her to turn away from her son, as she was doing. The two ladies faced the matt white wall, both patiently waiting for the boy to disrobe so this could be done. Liam began the process of removing his clothes, all the time ensuring they were not taking a peak. Piece by piece, his clothing came off....

Shoes, black socks, tee-shirt and jeans. He was now left in just his underwear, knowing they would soon be seeing him in such a state. He tossed his shoes and clothes over to the wall and feebly spoke.

“You can turn round now!”

The ladies turned and were now given the view that they had been waiting for.

Sprawled against the wall were the clothes of the young teen. In front of them, he was absolutely there. Mrs Brunning gathered herself and provided further instruction.

“Step up onto the plinth, Liam”

He lifted his petite right foot onto the white box, followed by his left foot, until he was now about eight inches higher. The ladies now had a view of (almost!) all of him. His hairless arms finished at his petite hands, which were firmly held over his crotch area. The rest of his visible body was hairless apart from that on his head. Both ladies were finding the view delightful and both were wondering if the other was equally enjoying this moment. The fact that his toes were curling inwards served to demonstrate how nervous he was and this made them feel even more privileged to be there.

Martina found her eyes drawn to the only fabric that her son was wearing. Although he was maintaining as much dignity as he could by covering himself, she could clearly tell that he was wearing the light blue briefs that she had bought him just a few months ago. She had never before seen her son in them but she knew they would be of just the right fit for his slim body. She wondered if her son had physically developed since she last saw him in the nude, which was over four years ago. Mrs Brunning had, of course, never seen him down to even this modest level of undress and she was enjoying it thoroughly.

“Right, Liam,” Mrs Brunning said with confidence. “I now need you to place both of your hands behind your head just like the boy in the photograph”

Liam froze. He was now quite used to his hands being placed exactly where they were and had no desire to move them.

“Come along!” barked the impatient Mrs Brunning. “The quicker we get this done, the quicker you are out of here!”

The words meant nothing to Liam. Although he was very keen to get it over and done with, the very thought of removing his hands from their current position was unbearable. It would be embarrassing to expose himself further. His mother glared at him, also growing very impatient. “Just do it, Liam!” she said to her son, in an annoyed tone.

The boy felt he had very little choice and reluctantly raised his hands and swiftly placed them behind his head, with his fingers tensely locking together. He didn’t really want to look, but he still tried to make eye contact with Mrs Brunning. She, however, had her eyes elsewhere and was gazing again at the area covered by his briefs. Seeing this young teen reveal what was behind his hands was like watching a parcel slowly open. The light blue briefs were the only break in continuity of his pale, slim body. They provided the minimal possible amount of privacy for this boy but, at the same time, provided her and Liams’ mother with a teaser of what was underneath the fabric. The cotton of the briefs tightly enveloped his young teen boy bulge. It wasn’t possible to know how proportioned he was, but it was still obvious that he was definitely a boy. Mrs Brunning allowed her eyes to appreciate the sight of this boy in just his mini briefs, wondering what his delights were actually like.

“Thankyou, Liam. I need you to rotate your body ever so slightly to the right, so I can photograph you at the correct angle,” said the keen Mrs Brunning, as she watched him turn on the plinth. He was now in the ideal position and so she stepped behind the camera and took a few photographs in quick succession. His mother looked on at her son, knowing that he was suitably embarrassed by it all. And, suitably punished!

Mrs Brunning raised her head and spoke to the boy again.

“That’s wonderful, Liam! Now, would you be happy to have a few photographs taken with your underwear removed?”

Liam froze again. This time in sheer horror. He looked over to his mother in a pleading manner, hoping that she would take pity on him and end the punishment there. She didn’t give him the pity and instead reminded him about the reason he was in that room in the first place.

“If you don’t do it, I will be informing your father about your dirty little habit, Liam!”

This was so unfair for the boy. He feared having to be naked in front of these two women but he feared the reaction of his father even more. How could his mother do this to him?

Mrs Brunning took charge of the situation again. “If you want, you could turn around so that all we see is the back of you. That would be better, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes, Miss. I don’t want to do that though,” he sheepishly replied. His mother glared at him to remind him of her threat. He really had no choice.

“Can you turn around again though?”

The ladies obliged and turned away from the boy in order to give him the privacy to further undress. Liam turned around and, with tears in his eyes, slipped his thumbs into the sides of his briefs and pulled them down, before throwing them over to where the rest of his clothes were. He felt incredibly embarrassed at his nudity but was thankful that he was only about to be seen from behind. He stood firmly, again cupping his hands over his front and found the courage to speak to his mother and Mrs Brunning.

“You can turn around now. I’m ready.”

The ladies turned around to see this boy in his nude glory. From head to heel, he was now free of clothing. Of obvious interest to their eyes was his narrow bottom, now bare. Mrs Brunning took in the view of his slim back, leading down to the symmetrical rounded buttocks of his smooth bottom, tightly meeting at the cleft. As she enjoyed the vision of this perfect specimen of a young teen, she felt very tingly between her legs. Exciting indeed!

“Now, you need to relax a little, Liam. Place your hands by your sides”

Liam did as requested, but could hardly relax. Instead, his arms rested stiffly against his body. He could feel the skin of his naked hips and he could even now feel the warm room air, which was now reminding him that his buttocks and genitals were no longer covered.

“Oh, do relax!”, Mrs Brunning said, sensing his anxiety. It wasn’t easy at all for him, knowing that his mother and Mrs Brunning now had full view of his naked behind. He tried his best to let his arms relax and this was noticed by the ladies.

“Right. Just a couple of photographs.”

The sound of the camera clicking could be heard again, before Mrs Brunning spoke to the boy. “It looks much more natural with those damn underpants off!”

Liam didn’t need the reminder that he was now naked. He was acutely aware that the two of them could now see his nude buttocks. Unfortunately, a new sensation had arisen and it was one of some urgency.

“I really need to pee!” he declared, quite alarmed.

Mrs Brunning was delighted to hear the words. All of the excitement was undoubtedly a trigger for his predicament. She glanced at his mother and then spoke to him again.

“It would be brilliant if we could capture a picture of you actually having a pee, Liam!”

“No, Miss, I’ve just got to go!” In discomfort, he moved his hands back down to his crotch area and started to remove his right foot off the plinth. Knowing how desperate the boy was, Mrs Brunning used this to her great advantage. This was an opportunity like no other. To be able to photograph a teen nude was one thing in itself but to be able to capture the moment of a boy peeing would be as amazing as one of the cherub statues she had seen on her travels. It would be a dramatic, eye catching, image.

She hastily made her way to the door. As she reached it, Liam called to her over his shoulder. “Can I go to the toilet?”. She shook her head vigorously before exiting the room and quickly returning with a plastic red cleaning bucket.

Liam looked over his shoulder as she walked towards him and then placed the bucket behind him on the white plinth.

“You can use this, Liam. When you are ready”

His mother was astounded to hear that very soon, if her son was willing, he would soon be using the bucket as a toilet in order for photographs to be taken. He was growing more and more uncomfortable by his need to empty his bladder but he had not been given any choice apart from the red bucket. Mrs Brunning stared at him patiently. She never dreamed it could be this good. Hopefully, she was on the brink of being able to take a classically-themed photograph. Many artists have only been able to capture such a moment in marble or bronze. She was hoping that this boy would become her own living statue! The thought of seeing him in his entirety was her greatest one, though. Very soon, all being well, her need to see the sex of this teenager would be met. She was dampening further because of that.

Liam turned around slightly, his hands still firmly cupping his nether regions, and attempted to move the bucket with his feet.

“No, Liam!”, yelled Mrs Brunning. “You need to face the camera if you intend to use that bucket!”

Liam was mortified at the very thought. To be seen peeing by anyone, never mind his mother and this lady, would be humiliating. He was left with no other option though. If he delayed his bodily need much longer, he would be peeing on the floor.

He turned around towards the camera again, with his hands tensely covering himself. He looked down at the bucket. He looked down at his hands. He looked at the sight of a camera and two women- one his mother- before him, waiting for him to do what they ask. What he needs!

Mrs Brunning stood behind her camera with her right index finger poised on the button. Her eyes were beaming onto the young boys’ crotch area, covered by his hands. She wanted to see what jewels he was protecting. Not a glimmer of any body hair was making her wonder if he was the same- cherub like- down there. She longed to know.

His mother was equally patiently waiting for her boy to do this. She didn’t feel a hint of guilt as she stood there, waiting for him to bare himself. Perhaps she would soon be seeing some hair on his mound just about his private parts, the very area that his hands were covering.

“Shall I go and run a tap for you?”, asked Mrs Brunning with a very cheeky grin on her face. “Or, can you run your tap without help?”. Liam, Mrs Brunning and Martina all new what the euphemism meant. It was probably the most vulgar that the eloquent lady had been since he walked into the house. This was a lady who knew what she was about to see.

Liam submitted to his needs. His urgency was obvious now, as he reluctantly moved his hands apart very slightly in order to be able to relieve his discomfort.

The view in front of the two ladies had now changed a little. They could now see the very end of Liams’ penis. Just a teaser still, to be fair. A small tube of skin slightly darker in tone than the rest of his body. He was managing to hide the rest of his boy parts away with his hands. Within seconds, he started to release the urine from his bladder and a thin stream of pee was soon leading from his body to the red bucket. Mrs Brunning took the opportunity to photograph this moment. Six, seven, eight clicks of the camera. Once the image was captured, she simply raised her head and shoulders again and joined Liams’ mother in watching him complete his pee. The two of them barely noticed the boys’ tears running down his face. After a further ten or so seconds, he was all done. The final drops of urine fell from his penis and into the bucket.

Mrs Brunning took charge of the situation again. After a quick glance at Liams’ mother, she stepped forward to him again.

“Can you put your hands by your sides again, now, Liam?”

The scarlet-faced boy froze to the spot. He had already had the indignity of peeing in front of his mother and Mrs Brunning, and now he was being asked to reveal even more of his body. His mother looked on at him, without words, an ever-present threat of his father being told why he was in that room today. With more embarrassment than he had felt in his thirteen years, he complied with Mrs Brunnings’ request and reluctantly moved his hands to his slim hips.

The view.

Everything was where it should be. Just like the statues Mrs Brunning had seen. It wasn’t a rude view. There was nothing at all vulgar about it. Just anatomy. That of a boy.

Mrs Brunning didn’t utter a word. She looked at the spout of his “tap”, as she had put it just seconds earlier. It was probably three inches. Uncircumcised, as she had seen when he was peeing just seconds earlier. He was practically hairless. Maybe just a few very fine hairs at the very base of his penis. Obviously, this was a boy on the absolute cusp of puberty, when those hairs would multiply and thicken. She could just make out his sac nestled highly behind his little penis. Today, she was able to feast her eyes on the anatomy of a young boy who was drifting from childhood into puberty. This would now be the very last time his mother would see her son before those balls of his enlarged towards the size of those of an older boy.

“Just stay perfectly still, Liam!” called Mrs Brunning, reaching into her pocket. She produced a fresh tissue and stepped over to the boy, and then raised the tissue onto his freshly-finished tail. The tissue blotted the few dribbles of pee that ran from beneath his foreskin. This was very surreal for Liam. He didn’t really know if he hated it or if he was liking it a little. It was incredibly humiliating.

Mrs Brunning allowed the tissue to drop to the floor. Liam looked at his mother, red faced, while the lady gently took hold of his foreskin and retracted it a little. His mother had earlier agreed to Liam being humiliated by Mrs Brunning in any way she deemed fit, in order to receive full payment. Liam then felt Mrs Brunnings right index finger rub very gently across his boy slit. He then felt his foreskin slide back a little more and felt the index finger of this lady feeling every part of the surface of his sensitive glans. His embarrassment was mingled with some other sensation, and he could feel his penis stirring. Mrs Brunning could feel his short penis engorging slightly in response to her touch, but it did not harden. Mrs Brunning had finished her enjoyable exploration of his bell end and then moved her right hand downwards and gently placed her four fingers on the bottom of his wrinkled, hairless, sac. She then traced the seam line upwards towards the base of his penis again, gently feeling his testes through his scrotum as she did so. Once she had reached the point at which his scrotum met his penis she removed her hand and then took two steps back so that she could look at his sex once more. Once she seen enough of his slightly thickened penis, she stepped forward again, took hold of the boy at his elbows and turned him around so that she could see his bottom again. Liam, now humiliated beyond his worst nightmare, stood frozen, feeling the warm hand of this lady span across his left buttock, over the cleft and then onto his right buttock. He then felt her left hand firmly lay on his left buttock, and the sensation of his buttocks then being gently parted. Mrs Brunning took a moment to appreciate the view of his tight little anus, before gently running her right index finger over it- which made the boy flinch- and up towards his spine, before then removing her hands from his body and then stepping away.

Liam was done now. It was time to find his clothes, get out of that house and undoubtedly never forget his punishment. Ever.

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