Big Brother's Shame Part 1

Big Brother's Shame Part 1
by Steam Train

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains 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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Part 1

I was missing out on school this morning! Now normally that would be a pleasant experience but not today. I was being driven to the County Juvenile Punishment Center in the family car. My 12 year old brother James was sitting next to me smirking at my discomfort and my mum and dad were sitting quietly in the front absorbed in their thoughts.

I could have opted to have my misdemeanor heard by an intake officer under the new 'Taking Back Control' legislation but I was 14 years old and a tough 8th grader who didn't let parents or teachers push me around. So I opted to go before the local juvenile judge. Bad move in hindsight!

When the Judge pronounced a four weeks sentence commencing Friday, which is today I nearly fainted. The judge ordered that when I attended the County Juvenile Punishment Center today, I was to be tagged a NEWDD for the four weeks, publicly stripped, masturbated, serve the four weeks NEWDD time with an age regression sentence of three years and receive a public spanking on my regressed eleven year old bottom!

My despair was broken by my pesky little brother James who asked dad with a giggle, "How old is Scott gonna be for the next four weeks, Dad?"

With a sigh dad answered, "They're regressing Scott about three years, so he'll be around eleven years old."

"Cool, man! That's a year younger than me!" James gloated.

I glared at my little brother, my shame at being made younger than him clearly showing as I blushed furiously. "Stop giggling James, it's not funny!"

"Maybe not for you, but for me and all my friends who you always call babies and ignore, it is real funny you being the baby!" James gloated.

Totally humiliated I yelled back "Shut up James! Just shut up!"

"Enough of that language Scott my dad scolded from the front seat.

"But dad .... " I started to reply.

Dad cut me off saying, "James is allowed to have some fun at your expense. Humiliation is part of your punishment and the way you have treated him in the past you deserve it!"

Then directing his comment to James, dad continued "James, don't get too carried away. After all, you may someday find yourself in the same predicament."

When we arrived at the County Juvenile Punishment Center my parents at first went in the public entrance but they were directed to take me to the participant's entrance at the rear of the purpose built Juvenile Punishment Center and ring the bell.

The door was soon opened and a young woman in a grey JPC uniform took my details and checked her list before escorting my whole family and I into the JPC holding room and directing my parents to a registration desk whilst James was offered a seat and I was left standing to the side.

When my parents returned from registering me they informed me that I was scheduled to be the first person punished today. I would be called on stage in about 20 minutes.

Whilst mum was excitedly informing James that they would have special seats, front row centre stage from where to watch my punishment.

"Cool" I heard James exclaim as he shot me a wicked grin, which caused me to blush further.

With about ten minutes to go a well developed girl of around thirteen was escorted into the handling room along with her mum, dad and two younger brothers.

Just as her parents were finishing the registration formalities the grey uniformed guard who had escorted us in came over to my parents and said, "Two minutes, we best be going",

She then took me out through a door at the opposite end of the room from where we had entered and to the stage entrance. There we waited till she heard my name announced over the P.A. system.

Two additional guards in grey uniforms opened the stage door and escorted me in whilst the female guard took my parents and brother off stage to their special seats from where they would get the best view in the centre of my punishment.

As I entered the stage the JPC announcer proceeded to tell the audience what I had done and what was my allocated punishment.

As I walked onto the stage listening to the announcer I looked out at the assembled audience, As I was first off this morning I didn't expect many people to be there but the JPC auditorium was three quarters full and to my horror and added humiliation and embarrassment I noticed that the very front rows were all occupied by people who knew me. My surviving grand parents were there as were Aunt Sally and my cousins Jane and Susan along with Aunt Margaret and Uncle Bob and their sons Sam and Jake and sister Lucy. If that was not bad enough, all the kids from my 8th grade class from school were there as well.

They all looked very eager to witness my impending punishment and humiliation.

On stage there were at least six or seven grey clad guards and a cameraman holding a portable TV camera. I looked around to check out what else was on stage but one of the guards escorting me yanked me back around and, snarling, told me, "Face the front and keep still and quiet!"

As I was the first 'cab off the rank' this morning the audience received instruction from the PA announcer in how to get involved by reacting with cheers, waves, etc. I stood on stage, that apprehensive about what was soon to happen that I felt I was going to faint.

The lecture form the JPC announcer concluded with a reminder to all the juveniles in the audience to learn a lesson from my fate and the fate of those that were to follow me this morning.

Whilst all this was happening the mobile cameraman was walking around me filming my reaction and beaming the images live onto the big screens at the sides of the stage area.

The announcer then continued, "Scott Starmann, By court order you have been sentenced from today, Friday, April 23rd, at 9:30am local time until Friday May 21st, at 9:29 am local time. For the duration of your four week sentence you have been issued with a Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dressd, Supplementary punishments within the court order are that you are to be publicly masturbated here this morning before you are age regressed three years. Following your regression you are to receive a public spanking by paddle!

Before the announcer could continue there was to my humiliation and shame a large roar of approval from the audience, lead by my fellow 8th grade class mates!

When the noice levels had reduced the announcer continued, "Guards, you may begin processing."

The two male guards who had been at my side since I had entered the stage pushed me forward to the very front ensuring I was facing the audience who were about four feet below my level. As I scanned the crowd of people immediately in front of the stage, I saw my parents and brother immediately in front of me surrounded by lots of my classmates and my cousins. All were staring up at me, eagerness in their eyes and facial expressions.

As this was happening a third guard approached carrying a tray and a fourth female guard accompanied him. Without warning the two guards beside me grabbed my arms and the female guard grabbed an orange NEWDD band and placing it around my left wrist securing it tight.

The female guard then took a hooked knife off the tray and immediately cut through my shirt and t-shirt from collar to bottom. Now I knew why mum insisted I wear older clothes whilst forcing James to wear good clothes!

I tried to jump back away from the knife, and yelled for her to stop, as I blushed profusely, but the other two guards who gripped my arms held me steady.

The audience went wild, cheering and jeering, especially my brother. The camera man zoomed in on my exposed chest and the red blush that went from my face partly down my chest.

When the knife reached my belt, the female guard barely hesitated, pulling the waistband of my pants out, then slipping the knife inside my boxers and continued to cut, slicing through my belt, then opening up my pants all the way down my left leg, causing my pants and boxers to fall away leaving my penis and balls totally exposed.

There was instantaneous yelling and cheering from the crowd, then slowly a gasp rippled through those seated close to the stage, mainly my brother, class mates and cousins. Then giggles, then laughter erupt as the audience took in what had been till that moment my most private of bodily secrets. Desperate to end my humiliation and embarrassment I was bucking and kicking frantically but the two guards held me firm All I succeeded in doing was to give the audience and cameraman a great view of my lightly haired package bouncing about. I had started puberty but for my 14 years of age I was an underdeveloped 8th grader. I had a small very sparse patch of light brown pubes and my penis was still slim and short. I had no hair on my legs, none under my arms and my chest and belly were equally smooth and hairless.

My humiliation did not end there as the female guard then moved to my feet, slicing the laces on my shoes and then pulled them, my socks and the remains of my trousers off me.

One of the two guards holding me released his grip long enough to remove what remained of my shirt and t-shirt.

I now stood completely naked and exposed, in front of my immediate family, relatives, classmates and audience. Most of whom seemed to be bouncing up and down with excitement, some cheering, others yelling, including my brother James who I heard yell out "Mines already bigger than that. They don't need to age regress you".

I was in total shock!

Despite knowing what was in store for me, I couldn't believe how my clothes had just been cut off me. I felt as if my whole body was glowing red from my embarrassment and humiliation. I had always acted out the big tough jock but to my shame at that moment I began to sob, and tried to pull my arms away from the guards so I could cover my underdeveloped shame, but they held me firm maintaining my penis and balls on full view. The cameraman continued recording the whole thing.

The female guard then said, "Settle down Scott. We're about to let you go. I want you to stand quietly and put your hands behind your neck. Understand?"

"Yes mam" I replied with a sob.

The two guards holding my arms then released me and I quickly put my hands behind my neck I felt even more exposed in this position, all I wanted to do was to die, so I could end my embarrassment, humiliation and shame, but I knew that was not what was in store for me.

End Part One

I acknowledge that part of the motivation for writing this story came from the excellent but unfinished story A SUMMER IN HELL - A Fantasy for Adults by L. T. Richards and the age regression story, AR PUNISHMENT CENTRE - Father and Son by doctor anguish