Hampton Rhodes Academy 2

By Running Bare

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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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Series: The Hampton Rhodes Interviews 2

HAMPTON RHODES ACADEMY
The Andrews Interview

Thanks to Dr. Jennifer Holmes, I was able to contact and interview two sets of parents with boys entering the Academy this year. The first interview is with Bill and Mary Ann Andrews. The couple has a nine year old son, Teddy, who will be in the initial fourth grade group. It has been reported, they have had some real concerns about their boys developing healthy body image. As Mrs. Andrews put it, “In addition to academics, I have two ulterior motives, first, to ensure he is disciplined firmly at the school when the problem is school related, rather than sending it home. And, second, I want him to develop a healthy sense of his body. He has begun picking up his brother’s body shyness, and that’s not good”.

I was invited to meet with the Andrews’ on the day Teddy was to be indoctrinated. During this process the boys were stripped naked, examined, got a tour of the school with their parents, and were then measured for his school uniform. Being able to follow the boy through the process was a double benefit.

RB: I’m here with Bill and Mary Ann Andrews and their nine year old son Teddy. We will be discussing the program, how its uniqueness will benefit the Andrews family Teddy in particular, and watch the indoctrination process. Mr. Andrews, I noticed Teddy was naked when you folks arrived. You don’t have a problem parading the boy around town naked?

BILL: No, I really don’t. We don’t generally run him around town nude, though. The indoctrination process was explained to us in advance and we decided if he’s going to be nude through the process anyway, why not just bring him naked. This way we don’t have to keep up with any clothing.

RB: I must admit he’s a good looking young man. One can’t help but notice he’s “well endowed” in the genital area.

MARY ANN: Yeah, his sisters call it his third leg. I just feel someday he’ll make some girl really happy. And, by the way, the girls and their friends love to rub his legs especially the third one, if you know what I mean (she winked). So, all in all, I guess he’s making some girls happy even today.

RB: From the looks of things that’s going to happen today in a less sexually involved way. As I understand it, the junior matron from his class will assist with the physical. I believe it’ll be “hands-on”.

MARY ANN: Great. I gotta see this. I just love to see him get embarrassed.

BILL: Yeah, it’ll embarrass the hell out of him. We have made him let his sisters and their friends explore his penis and testicles and he hates it. He actually cries with his humiliation during those handling situations.

RB: He should be proud, not embarrassed. I mean what is that penis four inches flaccid?

BILL: Yeah, the rest of us could only wish we were hung like that when we were nine. Huh?

MARY ANN: That’s just the point. What does he have to be so embarrassed about? His older brother is also bigger than average, though not as big as Teddy, and even he had a hell of a time understanding his body was okay.

RB: So what did you folks do with his older brother to change that?

MARY ANN: Well, my sister Sue and her girls would take Jack for the summer. He would spend the entire time nude and being handled by the girls and others, and disciplined firmly when he stepped out of line. He hated it, but it worked somewhat. He did get to go with them to Germany, too.

BILL: Yeah, but Sue and the girls got kinda rough at times. I think the nudity was fine, but the discipline was a little overboard. I just kept my mouth shut, but that’s how I felt. I did like the fact that he had to submit to the females. He was kind of cocky about “the man should be in-charge”. I don’t know where he came up with that thought, because his mother and I always shared the decision making and parental responsibilities and duties.

MARY ANN: They really didn’t do too much harm to him. Do you think?

BILL: He’ll live.

RB: Jack isn’t coming to Hampton Rhodes?

MARY ANN: No, he’s in high school now. Hampton only goes to eighth grade. Believe me, if this school had been available when he was seven, we’d have headed his problems off early on.

BILL: Yeah, maybe we wouldn’t have had to send him to Sue and girls.

MARY ANN: Oh, Bill, cut it out. You felt they would help as much as I did. I mean my sister can be overbearing and bossy, but her nudity idea must have been on track. I mean this school is going to use it to both humiliate the boys and provide a healthier level of modesty.

RB: I think we’re getting off track here. Let’s get back to Teddy.

MARY ANN: Oh, I’m sorry. I get a bit defensive about Jack’s situation.

RB: No problem, it was my bad. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I can’t help but notice that Teddy has no tan-lines.

BILL: We make him play outside naked and he has to mow the lawn naked.

MARY ANN: I take him to the beach all the time and I make him run nude there too. When we were working with Jack we found out boys can be naked publicly right up to puberty. He doesn’t like it, but I do. I think he’s beautiful. Don’t you?

RB: He is a good looking kid. How’d he develop those muscular legs?

BILL: The kid’s very athletic. He participates in many sports programs in the community. He also rides his bike almost everywhere. He’s an avid swimmer, and we’re hoping Miss Gentry will be able to build on his abilities in that area. You did know she was an Olympic swimmer, didn’t you?

RB: No. Dr. Holmes said she had a great deal of skill with swimming, but I wasn’t aware there was that much.

We were summoned to the physical exam area. As we arrived Teddy was asked to lie, on his back, on an examination table by a little girl who looked like she was seven not nine. He was very guarded about holding his package with his hands to prevent her view. Mr. and Mrs. Andrews and I stood beside the table. The little girl stood on the other side. She very firmly ordered him to take his hands from his crotch. His father told him to do so, as well. We were treated to a now five inch erection rather than the three or four inch flaccid penis I’d noted during the first portion of the interview.

“My name is Adalie, I’m the fourth grade junior matron. She stopped and looked at the chart. And, you are Teddy Andrews, right?”

Mary Ann answered for the boy. “Yes, this is Teddy.”

The young girl responded, “Well, my job is to help him get hard before Nurse Wilson comes in for the exam, but I see that’s pretty much already done. But, let me rub and feel his penis and scrotum for a little while anyway. He’ll have to get used to me handling these parts.” She then grabbed that long erection and pulled it to and fro.

I couldn’t help but notice there was what appeared to be a half inch thick what I would call carnival cane hanging from a hook on the wall next to the table. I couldn’t resist. “What’s that cane there? Is someone expecting a boy to need it?” In reality both Teddy’s parents and I knew what it was and why it was there.

Adalie answered, “Oh, no sir, that isn’t to help someone walk. It’s there to use on the boys’ backsides if they need it.” Then she said to Teddy, “Speaking of backsides roll over a minute so I can examine yours”. Silently but with a look of apprehension on his face, he purposely folded his hard penis under him as he rolled over. The little girl spread his legs manually exposing his anus and the bottom of his scrotum. Taking his cheeks in each hand she spread them giving an unimpeded view of his anus. I could tell he wasn’t enjoying this as his face was a rich shade of red. The nine year old girl traced the anal opening with her index finger and Teddy jumped.

“Just lay still, Honey. Let her do whatever she has to do.” Mary Ann patted his shoulder as she spoke.

Adalie then slid her hand under Teddy belly and caused him to raise his mid section. She pushed his penis downward exposing the circumcised tip between his legs just below his ball sack. In justification, she just said, I like pressing on their little penis heads. With that she took her thumb and pressed the engorged glans hard against the table. Teddy complained.

ADALIE: Teddy, let’s get one thing straight. While you’re in class, this penis of yours will be mine. I can do whatever I want to do to it. If you complain, see that cane on the wall there, it’ll be crossing your backside and I guarantee I’ve been taught to use it. So stop your whining.

I was amazed at the maturity of this child’s dialog. Both parents just stood and said nothing. Mary Ann looked to Bill and they both had that grin which said, “Yep, we’re at the right place”.

The nurse entered the area. She took his blood pressure, listened to his heart and breathing, checked his spine, then stood him up. Pressing on his scrotum, she had him cough and then made a comment, “God, the kid is really endowed isn’t he,” she fingered his erect penis. “Nice looking penis isn’t it? We’ll be seeing a lot of this. Adalie, did you check his prostate?”

“No, I haven’t been trained to do that.”

A nine year old knows how to check a prostate? I was further amazed.

The nurse patted the table and said, “Teddy, get up here on your back and pull you legs up and apart.” Teddy did as he was told. He pulled from behind both knees giving full access to his penis, scrotum and anus. Nurse Wilson put lubricant on her finger and without warning shoved it into Teddy’s anus. The boy groaned in a bit of pain and released his legs. “Teddy, you need to hold your legs until I decide to pull my finger out. Now put them back up there.” Teddy complied as the nurse obviously and roughly felt around inside of him. Teddy had tears in his eyes. After two or three minutes of exploring, the nurse removed her finger, cleaned it off and looked at his chart.

“Looks like his shots are up to date. Mr. and Mrs. Andrews do you have any concerns or questions?”

Both looked at each other, “No we don’t.” Mary Ann replied.

“Okay, Teddy, take your mom and dad over to that double door and someone will come to give you a tour,” Nurse Wilson instructed. I followed.

While we waited, I resumed the interview.

RB: I couldn’t help but wonder. Does the fact that that little girl, Adalie, can use an implement like a cane on your son bother you?

BILL: She seems like a bright kid. The school trusts her. If she feels he needs it, then he probably needs it. I guess I don’t have a problem with that.

MARY ANN: (Looking at her husband) Really? I mean you were all over me when my sister’s girls disciplined Jack. What’s the difference?

BILL: I just think Adalie will be better supervised by the staff here. I mean it won’t be spanking to spank. He’ll have to do something wrong. And, if you read the manual, spanking is only done for specific things. So, I’m good with it.

MARY ANN: I read the manual. I was just curious why you felt this was different.

RB: I think I know your answer to the next question, but I’ll ask it anyway. You have no reservations that that little girl can make your son strip naked and she, and for that matter, any kid here at school can then play with his genitals as much as they wish?

MARY ANN: That’s the main reason we sent him here. We want him to view his boy parts as just like any other part of his body. This will help accomplish that. Besides, humiliating the boys is a real turn on for me. It really gets me excited.

BILL: Watch it, Hun, that is getting a little too erotic for this interview.

Both parents laughed. Teddy was oblivious to the innuendo.

RB: How about you Teddy? Does it bother you to have to be naked and let people like that little girl from your class be able to touch your penis and testicles?

TEDDY: Yeah. But what can I do about it? Those are the rules and my Mom and Dad think it’s okay. I hate it when I can’t keep them from touching me. I hate having to be naked in front of other people, especially people I don’t know. They make fun of my penis.

BILL: Oh, come on Teddy, they aren’t making fun of it. They’re jealous of it. Your penis is really long for a boy your age and size. Be proud of it. (Bill reassuringly patted the boy’s upper leg after the response.)

RB: So it really bothers you, huh Teddy?

TEDDY: Well maybe it won’t be so bad. There are a lot of boys here walking around naked so maybe I’ll just blend in.

BILL: And some of them aren’t nearly as comfortable as you are. Look how embarrassed most of them are. What are there one, two, three I see right now covering their packages with their hands so “nobody can see me”. You aren’t that wimpy.

TEDDY: Yeah, but their parents don’t make ‘em sit with their legs spread and their hands at their sides, like you two do to me. Their parents at least let them cover up.

MARY ANN: Well maybe they don’t have as much to show off. But, listen, Teddy, once school starts they will get their butts whipped if they cover up. It’s against school rules. I’ll show you in the manual when we get home. That little, what was her name, Adalie? She’ll whip them with that cane.

BILL: Yeah, you’ve never been caned have you?

TEDDY: No.

BILL: Ask your brother about it. I think Aunt Sue and the girls caned him quite a bit. Tore welts in his ass with the damn thing. I think I’d rather have the belt. Mom and I were easier on you with the belt. Ask Jack about the cane, he’ll tell you.

The tour started. One of the little girls who was to serve as the fifth grade junior matron introduced herself and welcomed the parents and boys. She began by asking the parents to stimulate their sons’ penises to the erect state. Why I don’t know, but they all complied. Bill and Mary Ann asked if I would like to stimulate Teddy. Secretly, I had wanted to feel that appendage since seeing if for the first time. It was just this side of unbelievable in length and I must admit my curiosity was really piqued. So, I obliged holding the long phallus with an average girth. I gently stroked him. It wasn’t long before it sprung to attention. Perhaps it was that another male was fondling it, or, it could have reacted quickly as I was a stranger, but I did enjoy the contact brief as it was. The damned thing was long and for lack of a better word gangly as he stood it stuck straight out defying gravity. I couldn’t help but grab it a second time, just to feel the cleft between the shaft and that very attractive head. For those of you wondering, no, I don’t make a habit of playing with little boys, but for some reason this was different, it didn’t even seem wrong. It was, however, pleasant, hopefully for both of us.

They took us through the school. During the walk most of the twenty or so naked boys lost those erections that were required to begin the tour. Again, why? I don’t know. We finished in the cafeteria where a light lunch had been prepared.

Following lunch, I went with the Andrews to Teddy’s fitting. I remember the ladies from Sacks and Strings or was it Strings and Sacks? Anyway, they too played with Teddy’s penis noting the unusual length. One of them jokingly noted how tough it would be to contain it in one of their famous mesh thongs. The shorts were put on the boy and a potential problem was noted. His penis, even flaccid, was peeking out from under the inseam.

“Look at this. His little head is showing below the hem line.”

Mrs. Andrews said, “Don’t worry he wears tighty whities they’ll keep it contained.”

To which one of the ladies responded, “Did you read the dress code in the manual? The boys are not allowed underwear of any kind under their school uniforms.”

Again, Mary Ann appeared to not know the contents of the schools manual. “Oh, I must have missed that.”

One of the seamstresses called Dr. Holmes about the situation. Hung the phone up and said, “Dr. Holmes said the inseam stayed constant for all boys. She said having a couple with exposed glans would make it more interesting. So, Teddy my boy, everywhere you go wearing the Hampton uniform, you’ll be showing a little bit more of yourself than most. Maybe you can tape it up.”

“No, he can’t. He has to expose it,” Mary Ann insisted. “I imagine he’ll have a boner for the first couple of weeks having to let it show, but he’ll get used to it. In fact, why keep it ‘peeking’ out. Let’s just let it ‘all hang out’ as they say. Hem the shorts another inch or so shorter so the tip is exposed all the time. I think I’d like that better.”

The Strings and Sacks representative erased the inseam measurement and deducted an inch. Seems Teddy would be displaying more of himself than he bargained for all the time.

Either Teddy wasn’t paying attention to what the discussion was about or he had just given up on any sense of modesty. He just stood there not offering any comment.

RB: Well, folks, I want to thank you for your time and letting me be a part of this new experience. I would like to meet with you again in a few weeks just to catch up. Is that alright with you?

BILL: I don’t see why not.

MARY ANN: No, I look forward to it.

RB: Teddy, I will try to talk with you here at school a few times during the next three or four weeks. You up to that?

TEDDY: I guess so.

RB: I’d also like to bring a photographer for that interview, so I guess I will be stripping him. Will that be a problem. I mean photos of him nude in the media and online?

BILL: Oh hell no. Take all the photos you like and do with them whatever. Do we need to sign a release or something?

RB: Probably.

MARY ANN: We’ll sign whatever, but you must promise all of the images will include his penis and testicles. None of this belly button editing for media purposes. Show it all.

I couldn’t help but notice Teddy was embarrassed by his mother’s insistence on exposing his whole body in my reporting. She tapped his leg and said “After all we don’t have anything to hide. Do we Teddy?” The boy didn’t respond. It was evident he was pouting. His mother spread his legs and began gently fingering his flaccid penis as she continued.

MARY ANN: You can feel free to strip him and rub this little tool of his if you’d like during those interviews. I saw how much you got into it. He did too.

RB: Well, I don’t know if I would call it ‘got into it’. I’d call it being intrigued, maybe curious. I mean the kid is hung and that really begs some non-sexual exploration.

BILL: Any rate, feel free if you want to do that. Be careful though, he gets a little mesmerized and probably won’t be a good interviewee if he’s being stimulated.

Imagine my surprise. These folks were on a mission to completely depersonalize their son’s genitalia. They were encouraging complete strangers to fondle him, and, as strange as it seemed, they were making sense of doing so. This was definitely the dawn of a new philosophy for male modesty and the whole school was committed to it.

As I gently handled the boy’s penis for the second time that day, his mother offered further information about the program.

MARY ANN: Look at that little scrotum. He’s just so cute, don’t you think?

RB: Yes, he’s a good looking boy.

MARY ANN: I have mixed feelings about what will happen if he has to get that little sack of his tagged. Kevin, you know if you get tagged, I’ll tear up that backside until you can’t sit for days. In fact, I’ll schedule regular whippings every night for a week. I just don’t know what I’ll do if he gets tagged it’ll kind of ruin the genital massage experience, at least for me.

RB: What’s that all about? I mean tagged? Genital massage?

MARY ANN: The boys are supposed to get massages every day from family members or their surrogates. We are encouraged to make sure to spend at least ten minutes working on their penises, testicles, and anal area during the massage. It helps desensitize them to their boy parts. Actually, it’s kind of fun to watch the little stiffy develop and play with it. I think even his Dad gets a kick out of it, but I’m certain I do, and so do his sister and her friends. Anyway, if his behavior at school gets really bad, and I don’t expect it will, he may get tagged. For chronic discipline problems, the folks at school pierce the scrotum and use a tag similar to those put in cattle’s ears to indicate a list of alternative prescribed punishments for him. The tags are neon pink plastic and about the size of luggage tag. And I’m not kidding the strap connecting it to his scrotum is about a half inch wide. Imagine the incisions that are made to attach it. To top it off the tag is applied in the classroom, in front of the other boys. It will act as a deterrent for the others. The boy will have that tag hanging between his legs until he’s had at least six months of no major offenses.

RB: I didn’t know that. It isn’t in the manual.

MARY ANN: That’s because at the last board meeting a group of parents said they needed special procedures to mark kids who might be bullies. Then it was expanded to include any chronic offender of the disrespect and/or defiance rules. (She chuckled) Kinda gives credence to the term “a marked man”. It’s a new procedure, just added last month.

RB: How will you know? I mean how will others know the kid’s a “marked man”?

MARY ANN: Oh, they must attend school without shorts. They wear the shirt, the tie and the blazer. But, below the waist they are nude all day, all year or for as long as they are tagged. The tag’s always showing that way. Knowing Teddy’s mouth when it comes to authority figures, I’m not sure I even need to buy the shorts. I’m thinking (she turned to look sternly at her son) he’ll be tagged within the first month. (Again she scowled at her nude little prodigy sitting to her right.) And, I’ve got news. He better not be. If it happens, the tag will be the least of his worries. Won’t it Teddy? And, spread those legs. You know that penis is to always be showing when you’re naked.

(The boy spread his legs exposing a really long erection. I again reached over to examine the now nearly five inch erection. Lifting it I couldn’t help but think what a shame it’d be to cut into that little ball purse to tag this beautiful boy. But, que sera, sera. If it was to happen, I wanted to film the tagging process.)

TEDDY: (Completely oblivious to my fondling) I won’t get tagged, Mom.

MARY ANN: You better not.

I marked “tagging” down to look for kids with tags, and discuss with Dr. Holmes on my return visit.

(The End)