Epoxy
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2007 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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As I sat looking down at my hands listening intently to my principal on the phone with my mother, I couldn't help but feel the deep concern not only about what was to befall me at school, but what would befall me at home when my parents got a hold of me.

"Hello, Mrs. Donohue, this is Jim Daniels at the school. I have Joey in my office. It seems he decided it would be a good idea to etch his initials in the door of one of the toilet stalls in the boys' bathroom."

Then there was a pause as my mother spoke. I could only hear the sound of an occasional word the rest were mumbled, but I did hear something that sounded like "tear his backside up." This was partially verified by Mr. Daniels' response, "No, I have a better idea. We're going to give him a ten hour detention he can spread over the next three or four days. I'm going to turn him over to the custodian and he can be supervised as he paints all the stall doors that need repainting throughout the school."

Then some more mumbles followed by, "No we'll be sure he doesn't get paint on his school clothes, I'm sure Mrs. Orion will take care of that. She's been kind of busy anyway and I'm sure she'll appreciate the free labor."

Again some mumbles, "I know you would think a soon to be thirteen year old would know better, but he's still a kid. I mean if kids were capable of making good decisions they wouldn't need us." Then some chuckling followed by, "We'll see to it he's home by six each day. Thank you for your cooperation. No, no, I don't think he'll need a strapping here at least. No, if he's not doing a good job I'll personally see to it someone takes a belt to his bare bottom, but I think the work will keep him on the straight and narrow."

Then a momentary pause as he listened to my mother followed by, "No, you and his father can punish him as you wish, but we won't need him or you to pay anything. He's going to fix his vandalism himself. Again, thanks for your cooperation."

He hung up the phone and solemnly barked, "Well, son, come on!" And he took me by the shoulder and walked me down the long hallway toward the janitors' room. As we entered, Mrs. Orion, the head custodian was at her desk filling out some kind of form. "Mrs. O, Joey here has decided to vandalize the doors on the stalls in the boys' restroom on the second floor. We want him to find out how difficult it is to repair such damage. His mother and I have decided he's to paint for ten hours. I'd suggest the doors to the restroom in the locker room and the ones he's destroyed should be repaired. Oh, and his mother doesn't want him painting in his school clothes. I told her, we'd take care of that. Anyway he's all yours."

Mr. Daniels left and Mrs. O (as everyone called her) glared at me. "You fucked up my stall doors? What in the hell were you thinking?"

She shocked me. I'd never had a grown up at school swear at me like that, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it."

"Well get over there and get your clothes off. Just hang them on the hooks on the back of the door."

I was hesitant. I didn't want to be seen by anyone in my underwear. My modesty was extremely great. I mean I didn't even like wearing shorts as my mother and her friends would make comments about my legs. It was all good stuff like, "God, his legs are perfect!" or "That kid's got some muscular sticks". I was very guarded about my skin being exposed. Here I was in the office of a female custodian being told to undress.

"I said, get your clothes off. We don't have all day. Now, get to it."

Slowly I removed my shirt and put it on the hook. I then slid my shoes off and undid my belt. I looked around and unzipped my pants. Because we were in a very public office, I couldn't bring myself to drop my pants until, "Come on boy get those pants off." I slid them down, removed them and placed them on the hook. Then turning in the direction of Mrs. O, I expected to be handed a pair of coveralls like the custodians wear, but was shocked when she barked. "Get your clothes off. I'm not going to tell you again." There I was in my white briefs and socks. What the hell more could she want? It was evident she was expecting me to strip nude.

"I have taken my clothes off."

"What in the hell are your underpants and socks? Aren't they clothes?"

"But, I can't be naked. I mean this is a school. You're a woman!" I didn't even like being naked in the locker room with other twelve and thirteen year old boys and here's a lady asking me to expose myself in a public office and the door was even opened.

She picked up the phone, "Mr. Daniels, he's not listening to me." Then I could hear a rather irritated voice on the other end. Muffled but unmistakenly irritated. Then Mrs. O, "No I don't have a belt down here all I have is the cord from a vacuum cleaner." More irritated mumbled talk, "Okay, I'll use that but you know it'll leave welts." More mumbling, "Okay, welts it is."

She got up and returned with a rather long electrical cord very evidently designed for a vacuum cleaner. Without a pause she cut a length off the cord of about three feet and folded it over. Then walking over to me she yanked my briefs down and landed the cord on my bare ass four times. Each stung like nothing I'd ever been spanked with before. "Now, can you get those underpants off or do I need to put some more stripes across that cute little ass?" I slid them off. "Now, the socks." I stood there naked holding my boyhood in my hands waiting for the coveralls. Mrs. O didn't move. She picked up the clipboard and said, "Okay, let's go."

"Go?"

"Yeah, the doors aren't here they're out in the locker rooms and up on the second floor."

"But, I'm naked. I don't have any clothes on."

"Yeah, I kinda know what naked means. Look Sonny Boy, I'm not going to let you get paint all over my coveralls. That stuff doesn't come off. You're just going to have to get used to being on display. Don't worry, I'll put signs up when you're working in the girls' bathrooms."

"But, how am I going to get from here to there?"

"Listen, Joe, you have made the mistake of vandalizing my restrooms. I think a little lesson in humility is called for. You're going to be nude for every minute of each day of detention. I want this to be a memorable lesson for you and being naked for all to see might help you keep your behavior in mind next time. Now, let's go. And, oh, move your hands to your sides or I'll use the cord on you again."

I was truly embarrassed as we left the room. The self-consciousness I felt as we walked out to the darkened and quiet corridor was overwhelming. All I remember was hoping that no one would walk out and see me in my most vulnerable state. Mrs. O was kind of known to be a little straightforward but when she told me I had a nice "hose there" and "I do like to see them cut. Makes them look more tidy that way." It was a minute before it occurred to me she was talking about my exposed glans on the end of my cleanly circumcised erection. I remember trying to convince myself this forty something year old woman had seen many male sex organs before and that of a twelve almost thirteen year old was nothing new to her. At least, she didn't seem to be too glued to examining me as we walked. She was carrying a paint can and I was carrying a tarp and brushes. I knew I would have to try to lower the folded tarp to cover my most private areas should someone else show up. I was relieved as we entered the boys' restroom on the second floor and no one had been encountered in the hallway.

"Joey, I want you to use this sandpaper first. Sand the door down and use this walkie talkie to call me after you have stripped it to the bare metal. Just a word of warning. If you call me, and I can see anything but bare metal on this door, I'm going to whip you with that cord again. Understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good. Now get started. Oh, and if you don't get these doors all done by the time you've put in your ten hours, you'll have to extend your detention time until they are. So don't dawdle."

"Okay."

She left the bathroom and there I was naked as the day I was born inside a stall for protection from anyone who might wander into the restroom. I felt the cold tile floor on my legs and bare backside as I began sanding. It took the better part of an hour to sand the backside of the door. Then I moved to the front. After two hours I called Mrs. O back to the bathroom to inspect my sanding job.

"This looks pretty good. But, remember you've got three doors in here, five in the girls' bathroom and five more in the locker rooms. If it takes you two hours to sand them, you're going to be spending a hell of a lot more time than ten hours. I mean it Joey, unless you can convince Mr. Daniels otherwise you've got to finish them all." As she spoke she pried open the paint can, "This is primer. Put this on the door and it should be dry innnnnn…" she looked at the label, "thirty minutes. You can apply the epoxy paint in thirty minutes, soooooo, I guess after you sand one side of the next door." Then she pried open the other can "Now, Joey, this is epoxy paint. When you put it somewhere, it won't come off. I want to check the color and make sure it's ready to go on." After mixing it she put a brush in and then wisked it past my balls and penis. I think she was aiming for them too. There was a stripe of grey paint over the right side of my scrotum and down the length of my penis. "Ooopppsss. No, don't try to wipe it with your hands, that stuff will be everywhere. Just leave it on your boy parts, we'll get it off somehow later on." She continued, "Well at least I can see the color is about right. Here stand next to the wall of the stall so I can compare the color." She pinched my dick head and stretched it out to hold next to the wall. "Yep. Okay now listen be very careful not to get this all over you and above all, keep that tarp in place under the door. If you get it on my floor you'll be spending hours trying to scrape it off. Call me when you've gotten this door finished." She left again. I was beginning to believe she really didn't see my penis and balls with any interest. She was very nonchalant about my body.

After she left I tried to wipe the paint off with toilet paper and the paper stuck to it. The few hairs I had were now glued to my shaft by the sticky paint. I could feel my scrotum sticking to the skin around my leg. This was the stickiest paint I'd ever used. After sanding one side of the next door, I went to the sink and tried to get the expoxy off with wet toilet paper, but the water just beaded. My skin was feeling pinched by the fast drying paint. Not having any success with removing the mess, I put a coat of paint on the first door as the primer had dried. Then I called for Mrs. O to come and inspect my paint job. When after paging her, it became apparent the brush I had used to paint was stuck to the tarp. Immediately all kinds of scenarios came into my head, "Oh shit, what's she going to do to me for that?"

I heard the door open. Billy Jordan entered. Thinking it was Mrs. O, I just stood there.

"Donohue, what in the hell are you doing?"

"Painting the doors on the toilet stalls."

"Naked?" he kind of giggled with his eyes wide opened.

"Mrs. O made me do it naked. They didn't want me to get paint on my school clothes."

"But naked? What didn't she have some coveralls?"

"Yeah, but she said she didn't want me wearing them because she didn't want paint on them."

"You mean like on your dick there?"

"She swiped my dick and balls with the brush to check the color."

"Oh man, wait till this gets out." He walked over to the urinal and began peeing. As he stood there he asked, "Why are you painting the damn doors anyway?"

"I got caught scratching words in the door of that stall over there."

He was still going when Mrs. O came in. It was evident that Billy didn't feel quite as comfortable and he let out a "Hey!"

"Knock it off Billy. You haven't got anything there I haven't seen before. Just pee and get the hell out."

Momentarily he did the last drops wiggle and I heard the zipper being pulled back up. He headed for the door when Mrs. O said, "Don't you wash your hands?"

Billy replied, "I didn't pee on them."

"What are you doing here at this hour anyway, Billy?"

"Debate Club." Were the last words we heard as the door closed.

"Mrs. O, I put the brush down and it stuck to the tarp. I hope that's not going to get me in trouble."

"No, we have to throw the brushes away after each use. I meant what I said this stuff doesn't come off. But then, looking at your peepee there, it looks like you tried. Didn't believe me huh? That toilet paper is stuck, but we'll see if we can't clean some of it off before you go home. Pick up the tarp and the extra sandpaper and we'll head back to my office. I'll get the paint."

We were off down the hall again. For some reason my dick went hard as we walked. In the silent and dark hall I could hear the giggles of a few girls but couldn't see where they might be. I did hear, "Did you see his thing bouncing back and forth?" I knew I'd been seen. The giggles became fainter as we went down the stairs toward the custodial office. I remember walking in there and seeing Janice, Mrs. O's fifth grade daughter sitting at her desk. That was embarrassing. Janice looked up and shielded her giggles with her hand. I had moved the tarp down to cover my phallus.

"Put that tarp over here."

I couldn't release it. I needed it for protection.

"Janice has seen many little boys' peters. She babysits all the time. She also has boy cousins so you don't have to worry."

"Well, she hasn't seen this boy's." I objected.

"She will in a minute." Mrs. O spouted back at me. "Now, put the damn tarp on the counter over there."

I did as I was told, but I wouldn't turn back around. It was bad enough Janice was staring , totally fixed on my ass. I didn't need her examining my erect penis. Then the voice of authority, "Turn around and let me have a look at your penis and scrotum. Maybe we can clean it up."

"That's okay, I can try to get it off at home tonight."

"Nonsense, you're not going to put clothes on over that. Now turn around and move your hands."

Slowly I turned and standing fully exposed glued my gaze on Janice. Her gaze was on something else.

"Janice, honey, would you get me the can of epoxy solvent up on that shelf? It's in a green can." Janice rose and headed toward the shelf as her eyes remained glued on my erection. Then her mother acknowledge the state of my dick, "Joey, keep that little hard-on of yours. It'll make it easier to try to clean." She was serious.

Janice walked toward us and suddenly the door opened. Two of the girls from my class and one from Janice's entered the office. Immediately I heard, "Ohhhh, my, Gawd. It's Joey Donohue naked." Then the teehee's of the three of them as they walked around for the frontal view.

"You girls take him over there and put on some of those latex gloves." Mrs. O was pointing at a dispenser box which was obviously full of white latex gloves. " I'm going to let you try to clean him off while I go up and lock the bathroom door until that paint dries." The girls eagerly complied as Mrs. O said, "Joey climb up here on my desk and lay on your back." I was petrified. "JOEY! Get your ass on my desk now." As I slowly climbed up on her desk she opened the green can telling the girls, "This stuff is strong and has a tendency to evaporate quickly making it very cold, and it'll sting tender parts of your skin, so be very careful."

"What about his you know what?" Carolyn Wright asked.

"He's a boy, he'll live."

Grabbing a rag Mrs. O poured some of the solvent on it and approached me as the four girls gathered round. My little dick was at full staff and painfully exposed all four inches of it. She pinched the glans and roughly tried to wipe the paint off the shaft. I could feel it. It was very cold as it evaporated and it stunk like solvents do. My embarrassment of being on display and concern for the chemicals she was applying to my now not so private, private parts was shifted to her comment, "Oh shoot, he's got it on those hairs. The girls looked careful as Mrs. O went over to another cabinet.

"What hairs?" One of them asked.

"Oh, I see them. Those kinda blond hairs?"

"I see them too."

Suddenly my dick was yanked firmly by Mrs. O as she put cold scissors against my pubic area. "Joey, I'm going to cut your hairs off. Then I'm going to take a razor to the area so we can get it clean. Don't worry you'll grow more before you know it." Then she did it. She cut my only pubic hairs off and shaved the area clean.

"Okay, you girls work on his boy parts while I'm gone. Don't be shy. Stretch his penis out and scrub hard."

Libby Smith was the youngest of the girls and she was the first to yank my hardened penis out from my body. Then Janice scrubbed with the rag. "Hey, Libby keep it stretched out. I'm going to get a stiff bristle brush and see if that won't do better."

"What are you girls doing? Is that paint coming off?" Mrs. O returned to the office.

Crystal, one of the girls from my class, was quick to answer as she held my dick by the glans pulling the shaft straight up and out. Mrs. O checked it. "There's still a lot on there but it looks like you girls are making some progress."

"Janice went to the custodial closet down the hall to get a stiff bristle brush so we can scrub it hard."

"Oh, well if you're going to do that you'll need to secure him better. Crystal let go of his penis. See that coil of rope hanging on the hook on the back wall?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Well go get it and bring it to me." Crystal did as she was told. I remember my fear level rising. I mean it was bad enough knowing I'd get my ass whipped if I didn't do what these girls wanted and now rope was going to be involved. Mrs. O reached for the rope, "Okay, Joey I want you to hang your legs off the table and spread them apart." There I was spread wide apart, and yes Crystal had once again grabbed my dick and was pulling it as my curiosity was switched to the feel of Mrs. O securing my calves and ankles to opposite legs of the table. The rope was tight and I could hardly move them. Then she took my arms and secured them to the opposite legs at the other end of the table. I could wiggle but I couldn't move significantly either way. Well, that was until she tied two loops around my chest and abdomen around the table. I felt completely helpless. A few minutes later Janice returned with a rather large brush that had very stiff looking bristles. "Let's use this!" Thank God, Mrs. O was there when she came in.

"Oh no, Honey, we use that on the floors. It might cause an infection. Here, here's a brand new stainless steel scrub pad. Use this." She threw her daughter a small plastic bag with a shiny silver scrub pad in it. I knew what it was. My mother used them in the kitchen for her pots and pans.

Suddenly, there was a feel of scratchy material scraping the outside of my penis and scrotum. That was followed by a second dose with the rapidly cooling solvent on it. "This is getting it off better than the rag, Mom."

"Great scrub it."

As the girls continued to work on my genitalia I remember feeling the area becoming more and more agitated and the burning sensation became very painful. I couldn't move to avoid the irritating scrubbing and began to tear up. There were many little hands pawing at my boy parts and I looked forward to touches not related to that damn scrubber. Interestingly enough Crystal's interest in my phallus became positive as her gentle fondling proved to be more soothing after the scraping. It relieved the burning.

At the height of the genital cleaning there was a knock on the door and I heard a familiar voice. "Mrs. Orion? Hi, I'm Jeff Donohue, Joey's Dad." Suddenly his familiar face came into my view as the girls stopped their pawing and scrubbing.

"I made him paint nude to avoid getting the paint on his clothes. He was using epoxy paint and that stuff is hard to get off." Mrs. O was explaining.

"Oh, you bet it is. Unless, of course, you have a pocket knife. Right, Joey?"

I couldn't believe it. Here was his son naked as the day he was born, tied to a table while four girls of similar age were scrubbing and pawing his genitals and his father talked cool calm and collected. Mrs. O grabbed my dick by the tip to show my Dad the red area where the girls had been scrubbing. "He had it on his penis and testicles and we've done the best we can to get it off, but I'm afraid the skin irritation is extensive."

"Looks like you got most of it off. Good work girls." He wasn't at all pissed at the treatment I was getting.

"Oh, and his backside is striped. He was a little belligerent when we started and I whipped him with the cord from a vacuum. It's all I had."

"Ooooo, I'll bet that hurt." Dad replied sarcastically. "Use whatever you need to get him to mind. His mother and I use a belt, but if all we had was a cord we'd probably have done the same thing. A few welts, now and then, does a boy good. Well, girls let's have you untie him. We'll finish cleaning him at home."

"I'm sorry to have exposed him like this, but I've got a lot to do and the girls really wanted to clean him up."

"You mean they were excited to feel him up." My Dad was beginning to sound like the Dad I was expecting.

"Well…" Mrs. O wasn't sure how to respond to the remark.

"It's good for him. I wish we could take the girls home, but his little sisters will have to suffice when I get him there. I really feel having the girls do this is fine. Gives them a maternal sense." There went my hope of a protective response from my father. I couldn't believe it he was encouraging her.

"Mr. Donohue, it isn't any of my business, but I think under the circumstances, I'd expose him to the fresh air so that rash heals. You might rub in some lotion to sooth it."

"Oh, I think that makes perfect sense. Making him stay nude will probably be the best bet for healing that nasty chemical burn. It'll probably help get those red stripes on his ass cleared up too. But then again he has some more coming tonight after dinner. I'm going to light his ass on fire for vandalizing the school."

Oh, great, now I have a second whipping to look forward to and I knew it would hurt worse than the four stripes I'd gotten from Mrs. O. Dad wasn't one to stop at less than ten. Then a real problem came up for me.

"It's too bad he has to be exposed this weekend. This is the family reunion weekend and his cousins, aunts and uncles will be getting a real show. Won't they son?"

My face turned red. He wasn't really going to make me appear at the reunion in the all together was he? He did. My cousins were expected to keep my penis and testicles soothed with the lotion for the whole day. They were more than happy to oblige and I bet we went through four bottles of lotion. Every one of them wanted to make sure five minutes didn't go by without my dick in someone's hand. My nine year old cousin Bart, slid his hand up and down my erect shaft until I came. I mean it shot everywhere. The adults who were watching laughed and cheered. Bart wasn't quite sure what he'd done and those boys younger than puberty and the girls of all ages were given a sex ed lesson by my Aunt Ruth. She explained the whole developmental process to them. The rest of the day was spent trying to get it to "shoot that white stuff again". My modesty was quickly fading.

The following Monday, I was again made to strip naked and return to paint door two of the boys' restroom on the second floor. On our little walk up there we passed a few of the kids who were staying for extra-curricular activities. The boys, of course, did the wolf whistles and teased with fake cat calls. One of the girls actually brushed my hard dick with her hand to watch it bounce. Mrs. O just said, "That's enough he's got work to do."

She left me in the restroom and went on her way. I'd finished sanding the second door and was applying the paint when the door burst open. I mean it swung open so hard I could hear it slam against the wall. Kurt Meninger, the biggest bully in the school came in with four of his henchmen. He turned the corner and saw me cupping my dick and balls. Paint brush in hand. I mean this kid was a real asshole and he had no fear of punishment. He spent more time on suspension than he did in class. Last year it was rumored he'd be kicked out of school when he was caught with a knife in his backpack. Not a little pocket knife either. It was a large hunting knife and for a kid with his reputation he wasn't carrying it for whittling.

"Well, now what do we have here?" He smiled with the evil grin that usually preceded an abusive gesture toward his victim. The four other boys made a semi circle around me and leaned against the sinks as Kurt approached. "Move those hands, you don't have anything we haven't seen. We all got 'em too. So why are you so shy?" Again, the tone was one of someone planning something vile. I could see the wheels in his perverted brain turning as he stared at my now flaccid dick and then at the paint brush I was holding. He reached down and took the brush from my trembling hand. "Hey guys, I've got an idea. Does this look like a fucking brush to you?"

The henchmen as expected were insecure dumbos who just followed Kurt's lead. "Yeah, it's a fucking brush, so what?" One of the doofuses responded.

"Well, if it's a fucking brush, then it should be fucking. Don't you think?" Kurt continued. "So let's find something for it to fuck. Any ideas."

His entourage and I were still perplexed. "Doe's anyone see a possible place to find a fuck hole around here?" Then it became apparent to me he was going to shove that brush up my ass. The henchmen still didn't get it, but I did. I tried to make a break for the door, but didn't make it. Two of the older boys grabbed me. Then Kurt barked the orders, "Pin him down on the ground." They did. "Johnny you pull his knees back toward his head." The kid grabbed my legs and pulled them back exposing me testicles and anus to the mad bully. Kurt squirted liquid soap on the handle of the brush, but as he grabbed the tang of the brush he said, "Shit, this stuff is sticky." Once he'd covered the handle with soap he squatted down between my legs. I could feel the pointed handle as it pushed against my hole. Johnny let out an expletive, "Shit. Oh, Shit!" His face cringed as he watched. I could feel the handle as he inched it in to my lower bowel. I was squirming and crying as the wider part of the mid handle spread my sphincter further apart. It didn't hurt as much as gave me an instant sense I was going to crap. Kurt continued to insert that handle right up to the tang. "Now, stand him up." The boys did. Then they started laughing as the paint on the tang stuck to my legs. "Well look there a fucking paint job and a peter that apparently approves of the work. "Look at that hard on." He shook his head side to side. "Listen, you stand right here and leave that brush in there for ten minutes. We're going to come back and check and if it isn't in there, we're going to shove it all the way up. Got it?" I knew they couldn't possibly get that tang in there, but I also knew it was a threat of violence yet unexperienced and I nodded tearfully. "Look man he's crying." I stood stiffly where I was with the brush hanging from my anus. It couldn't fall out if it wanted to as the tang was glued to my thigh by the epoxy. It was hard to tell where the epoxy ended. I was hoping it wasn't stuck to my anus too. "And, listen you little dweeb, if you tell anyone who did this, I'll kill your ass. I will. You believe me don't you?" I nodded my understanding. They left and I could hear them laughing as they recounted what they'd just seen. The voices drifted off into the distance.

I stood there for what seemed like hours waiting for their return. They never did come back. I managed to get the walkie-talkie and I called Mrs. O. She could tell from the crying I was having a problem and was in the bathroom momentarily. She truly was shocked at the sight of the brush penetrating my anus. "Can you walk?" I nodded affirmatively. She slowly escorted me her office and then called for Mrs. Richard's the school nurse.

Again, I found myself spread eagle on the table with that brush still stuck to my left thigh and the handle still implanted in my anus. Mrs. Richards came in. "Who did this to you? Joey, who did this?"

"I..I…I don't know."

"Yes, you do. Who did this?"

"I don't know, just get it out."

With that her questioning turned into an examination mode as she gently moved my testicles to get a view of the extent of the problem. "There's some stuck to the tissue around the anus. What do you use to clean this stuff?"

No sooner had the words left her lips than my cleaning crew, the young girls from my class accompanying Janice came into the room. Mrs. O answered the nurse, we've been cleaning him up with this solvent. It's the strongest we've got, but remember that's epoxy paint and it's pretty permanent.

Mrs. Richards took charge. "Crystal, go to the clinic and bring me the big jar with the cotton swabs in it. Hurry." Crystal left. The other three peered over the nurse's shoulder as she continue the exam wiggling the brush she held with a paper towel. "Janice, put some of that solvent on the rag there and give it to me." I could feel her trying to wedge the solvent saturated rag between the brush bristles and tang and my skin. Slowly it started to give and finally popped free. But it was still stuck in my hole and I was well aware this was going to be a bad situation.

Out of breath Crystal handed the jar to the nurse. She took the solvent can and dipped a couple of the swabs in the solvent. Just as it touched my anus the burning stung worse than even I could imagine. Mrs. Richards just kept saying, "Joey, I'm so sorry. Joey, I know this burns, but I have to do it. I'm so sorry. Crystal, hold his testicles out of the way would you. Here, just put your hand around them and hold them up." Crystal complied and wasn't even as interested in playing as she was in watching the nurse extricate the brush handle. I screamed with the burning sensation and as I wiggled Mrs. O held me down on the table. After about twenty minutes Mrs. Richards gave some gentle pressure to the brush and it slid out, but not without a tearing sensation similar to separating Velcro. "Well, the bleeding is minimal, but the irritation is rather extensive. Let me clean him up a bit." The next feeling was the coolness of the wet soap covered cloth. I could feel has Nurse Richards shoved her cloth covered finger back into the cavity. "Joey, this will feel uncomfortable, but I'm going to stick my finger up there to assess the damage. I've got a few places I want to examine with my finger to see if there's any paint up there." I felt her slide her index finger all the way into my body. I could feel her moving it around. The girls, and Mrs. O, were enthralled with the sight of that examination. They were watching with their eyes wide and mouth opened. "There may be some on the prostate, but I'm not sure. When's his dad coming to pick him up?"

Mrs. O took the lead, "He'll be here any time now."

"Well, while we wait, you girls need to clean the area with soap and water. Just stick two or three of your fingers with soap on them right up his hole and slide them in and out. Then Janice you need to put lotion on your fingers and make sure your rub it all the way inside. Here," Nurse Richards moved aside, "Janice put your finger up there, Crystal you hold his balls up you're doing fine." Janice approached but hesitated, "Are you sure, Mrs. Richards? I don't want to stick my finger in there, there's poop in there."

"Janice you can wash your hands. This child needs our help. "

Then the voice of the master as Mrs. O barked, "Janice put your fingers up his butt and shut up."

After inserting her fingers she grinned a little. "This isn't so bad."

Mrs. Richards, apparently a pro at anal exams, responded, "No, it isn't. Now feel up this way. Do you feel a firm little lump?"

Janice grinned even wider, "Yeah. What is that?"

"It's his prostate and you need to rub that for him a little. Crystal, Honey, he may shoot some semen out of his penis while Janice does this. See how hard he is?"

Crystal nodded and I could feel the weapon load. I was completely unable to stop it as the rush of an orgasm overcame me and I did just that. Hurting and sore I was still able to shoot my wad. Semen landed on the table and my chest and Crystal just let out an, "Oooooo. Yuck." The other girls and Mrs. O just laughed at her reaction. Even Mrs. Richards chuckled momentarily.

"Wow, did I do that to him?" Janice was intrigued.

"Well, you certainly helped make it happen," Mrs. Richards acknowledged.

While they cleaned my body of the cum, my dad came in. "What's all this?"

"Mr. Donohue?" my father nodded, "I'm Sylvia Richards the school nurse. Joey had a bad experience, but I think he'll be alright. It seems some young thugs came in while he was painting and thought it would be fun to impale him with the paint brush handle. I managed to free it, but I'm afraid there is some irritation and minor tearing of the anus. It should heal rapidly, but I'm going to give you some anti-biotic salve to put on his anal area. I'll go get it. But as you can see, his anal tearing here needs some attention and you can see the irritation." Mrs. Richards left. Dad turned his attention to Mrs. O. He was really remarkable composed.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Donohue. I feel like it was my fault."

"Oh nonsense, he'll heal. And there are delinquents everywhere. Did you find out who did this?"

"I think Joey knows, but he's afraid to tell us."

Dad looked me in the eye as I lay there on the table with the girls still nursing me. Shoot Crystal had resumed her attention to my testicles and was holding them more attentively as I could feel her maneuvering the contents of my scrotum subtly from side to side. My father could have cared less this female child had my boyhood in her hands. He literally ignored it. Then he said, "Tell Mrs. Orion who did this to you, Joey. Tell her now."

I began to choke as tears welled up in my eyes, "They said they'd kill me if I told and I can't. Dad, they're mean kids. Please let's just let it go."

"I said, tell her. Now, tel l her!" I could tell from his eyes, his patience was gone.

Crystal was now kneading my glans and shaft with her fingers unconsciously as she anticipated the answer to the question. Janice once again was fingering my anus. All this and Dad wasn't a bit concerned. The fear of the situation made me oblivious to the fact that my dick had been stimulated to another erection.

"Who did this, Joey?" Dad was growing even more impatient.

"Kurt and those kids who follow him around," I muttered.

"Mrs. O's reaction was, "I should have guessed it. Let me call Mr. Daniels. He'll probably want the police involved." She walked to her desk and summoned Mr. Daniels.

Nurse Richards returned with the slave. While we waited for the Mr. Daniels she demonstrated for my Dad how to apply it, first circling the sweet spot and then shoving her finger all the way up there. "It won't hurt to get some of this on the prostate too. There is probably some paint in there, but the natural cell replacement should clean it out over time. Now, Mr. Donohue, Mrs. O tells me she had you keep him nude during the weekend to the air could heal the chemical irritation, I'm going to suggest the same thing to you today. He should be kept nude at all times when he's not in school for at least four days. I want you to buy some of those short cotton gym shorts for him to wear to school, no underwear for now either. He should sit with his legs spread to get the air to the anal area and we'll have him do the same here at school."

"Where can I buy those shorts?"

"You pass Miller's Sporting Goods on the way home. You know in that strip mall on Eighth Street?"

"Yes."

"We'll stop on the way home."

"If you'll see that he gets proper treatment at home, and that should be an application as soon as he gets home and you have him strip naked, again after dinner and then after bath right before bed. I'd appreciate it if you could do him again before he puts his shorts on for school. I'll apply it at lunchtime here and again after school just before his detention."

"Sounds like a plan."

Mr. Daniels entered the room and I was becoming more aware of my total exposure to anyone who wanted to join the party. After he assessed the damage, and, yes, Crystal was still holding my balls up, he decided to call the police. I was still lying naked on the table when the cops arrived. Mrs. Richards gave them a tour of my dick, balls, and anus to describe the damage. Then the lady cop decided they needed pictures of the damaged area as evidence. So here I am. Some twelve year old still holding my balls, three other girls my age in the background, a nurse, my dad, Mrs. O and Mr. Daniels and two cops (one of who is a buff blond lady the other holding a 35mm camera).

"Why was he naked in the first place," the lady cop asked as she walked around the table photographing my dick, balls, and butthole from every conceivable angle.

"He's being punished. He has to paint the bathroom doors with epoxy paint and we keep him naked so he doesn't ruin his clothes."

"You're his father?" my dad nodded.

"This isn't a problem for you?" my dad looked perplexed, "The naked at school thing."

The cop looked at him with a look of , "Duh?"

Dad caught on and answered, "No, not at all. He embarrassed me and his mother when he vandalized the stall. So now it's time for him to have some embarrassment. I trust these folks."

Then the male cop spoke. "Does a boy well to be made to display is manhood. In a year or two he'll be at an age where flaunting it will be a crime. Might as well show it off while he can."

The lady cop responded, "Oh, how macho. Imagine my surprise", as she playfully punched her partner's shoulder. "What do you girls think?"

Janice smiled and spoke honestly, "We like to see him naked. We think he's cute."

Then Crystal, "I never had a chance to feel a boys', um, you know before this. They're fun to feel."

"Well, there certainly isn't a problem with honesty here," the lady cop chided.

Mrs. Richards was about to make her exit, "Unless there's something else I can do, I've got to get home and fix some dinner." The cops nodded to indicate she could leave. "Mr. Donohue, remember keep him completely nude at all times until he's healed. Use that ointment liberally inside and out. Any questions, here's my card." Then she left.

"Officer is there an ordinance or something about my boy being naked in public? I mean he's supposed to stay nude until he heals. Is there a problem with us taking him to the park or the beach naked?"

The male cop responded, "Usually, you're pushing the envelope after puberty. As they say as little rule of thumb, 'They can be bare, if there is no hair'. In other words after puberty it's indecent, before that it's not. He doesn't appear to have any hair so make him stay bare." He finished with a twist on his little poem. I wasn't happy with hearing that.

"Well, he did have hair. Mrs. O here had to shave it off to clean his penis up on Friday," Dad explained.

"There's no hair there, so I wouldn't worry about it. You can take him pretty much anywhere you want like that, but I think the health ordinance would prevent you taking him to a restaurant."

Then the lady cop spoke up, "Well, even so if he's under medical order to stay nude, there isn't much we can do about it. You heard Nurse Richards he has to be completely nude for the next four or five days."

Then the male cop stared at my thigh, "Looks like my little buddy here got his ass busted as well. Did those kids whip you with something, Son?"

"No, Sir."

"I did that with a belt. I wanted him to understand vandalizing school property was going to be dealt with firmly. I must have been a little heavy handed if there are still stripes."

"Not a problem, I'd wear out my kid if he did that too." The cop shrugged it off.

The lady cop's radio went off. She reached up to the mike on her shoulder and responded as she walked out into the hallway for privacy. Then she came back in, "They picked up Kurt at his home and they're taking him to booking."

I couldn't contain myself, "Booking?"

"Yes Son, what he did here was felony sexual assault."

"He didn't have sex with me."

"No, but he shoved an article into your body against your will. We'll pick up the other boys as accessories before the nights out."

I remember starting to cry at this point. "He's going to kill me."

The lady cop said, "Who's going to kill you?", as she gazed at my genital area.

"Kurt, he said he'd kill me if I told and he'll do it."

"No, Joey, he'll be away for a long time. He's on his way to juvie for what he's done. You don't have to worry." The male cop reassured me.

"Can I take him home, he needs to get some rest?"

"Yes, we're finished with him. Just sign the complaint here, Sir, and we're done."

"Where are your clothes?" My Dad asked. I pointed to the hooks on the wall.

So we left. Me walking slowly and naked as the day I was born. Dad carrying my clothes in his hands with that tube of ointment in his shirt pocket. When we walked out of the doors the sunlight hit me and so did the fact I was naked and there were people all around attracted by the squad car parked at the door.

"Dad???"

"Just keep walking Joey. They've all seen little boys' penises before. Just don't pay them any attention."

As I walked next to my father toward the parking lot, all I can say is he was wrong about them not paying attention. I heard them. One little kid said, "Mommy, why is that boy naked?" Little girls giggled and pointed. One lady was heard saying, "Oh that's disgusting. Some pervert is going to get that child. There oughta be a law."

With that my Dad stopped and said, "His body is not disgusting lady, you are. As far as perverts I'm guessing you're one of them or at least you're afraid you might be. And, no there isn't a law nor should there be. Perhaps you need to talk to the police officers when they come out and they'll explain it to you. I'd thank you to mind your own goddamn business." Then he turned and rejoined me on my walk to the car. For that moment, I was kind of glad I was on display because it showed how far my father would go to defend me. Somehow I was just a little bit proud, but still extremely embarrassed.

When I got home my sisters, Maureen who was nine and Colleen who was six, were waiting dinner with my mother. Dad brought me in the front door and Colleen was the first to acknowledge, "Hey, Joey's naked."

My mother followed, "Yes, Honey, he is. He's a pretty good looking little boy don't you think?"

"Yeah, I like his peepee. How come girls don't have one of those?"

"That's what makes girls and boys different. Boys have them, girls don't, Silly." Maureen, always the pseudo adult, responded to Colleen's question.

"So how was it?" Mom asked Dad as I sat down to the table.

"Oh good and not so good. Seems Joey boy here will be nude for the next few days until his anus heals. He has to wear these," he plopped the bag from Miller's Sporting Goods on the table, "with no underwear when he goes to school until the nurse calls us. We have to apply this ointment to his hole three or four times a day, and I'll show you how to do it later, until the nurse gives him a clean bill of health. The kids who did it to him have been arrested, at least the main culprit has. And, that's the whole ball game in a nutshell."

"Joey has to be naked all the time?" Maureen asked.

"Yes, yes he does, Maureen. We will be giving you some responsibility during his treatment as well," Dad told her.

"What did they do to you Joey?" she asked.

"Never mind. We'll discuss this after dinner and after I have a cocktail to unwind." Dad reached for the platter.

"Can our friends still come over while he's naked?" Colleen asked.

"Sure, Colleen, why would you think they couldn't?" Mom responded.

"Well, the other girls will see him naked. And, see his wiener and stuff."

"So, maybe they'd like to see his penis," Mom argued.

"Oh they would. And so would my friends. Mine would like to play with it too. You know make it hard like it is sometimes," Maureen noted.

"Oh nonsense, I touch it. Sounds like we all will be touching it a lot until you heal a little."

"That's different. You're my family."

"Exactly, so your sisters' friends should be able to share in their good fortune of having a big brother showing off his goods," Mom was insistent.

And thus began what was to become an extended period of nudity for me. One would think that I would have been given a reprieve from painting those damn doors, but nooooo. You do the crime, you do the time. At least that's my Dad's point of view. It took me about twenty hours to complete those and as word spread more and more of my classmates found reasons to hang around the school after classes so they could stray into the various bathrooms as I worked. And, yes, Mrs. O and my mother and father all agreed, I needed to be nude because skin cleaned easier than clothes. Yes Janice and her entourage continued to "clean me up" after each day. They took a great deal of pleasure making sure my erect penis was clean (and shooting 'that white stuff') every afternoon. They also had to put some antibiotic ointment well into my rectum long after it healed. But, then again, my mother and sisters and their friends continued using lotion to do the same thing, "just to make sure it wasn't still irritated".

After paying my dues at school, Mom made me wear those shorts until they wore out. And, as to be expected, I was not allowed underwear either. I think every kid and adult at the school had seen and was completely able to describe my genitals as I don't think there were any who hadn't had the opportunity to at least visually explore them. Many of the girls had had the opportunity to physically examine them after my painting details, as Janice's circle of friends grew exponentially during that time. To this day, my sisters often ask Mom, if she will make me strip so their friends can feel me again. She made me do it, too, until the hairs started growing back. Those hairs were my security and helped me regain my privacy. They also gave my mother and father new bargaining chips. Now instead of the strap they just hold up a razor and smile. I get the hint—if the hair's gone so are my clothes and that is a trump card for them.

Secretly sometimes I think about how arousing it would be forced to be naked in front of the varied audiences again. It really was more pleasant having someone else play with it until I shot off a few rounds rather than doing it to myself. The orgasms were almost twice as pleasant.

And, that was my most memorable punishment experience in middle school. What did I learn from it all? Forced public nudity for boys is an effective discipline practice. It humiliates them; destroys false modesty; provides an anatomy lab for girls (and some boys); provides for more interesting family photo albums; and, keeps their clothes clean. And, oh, and be careful with that epoxy paint, it's hard to get off.