Exposed 11

Exposed 11
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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A series of unrelated short stories capturing the humiliation and embarrassment suffered by the stories character when their late or early development is exposed upon being made naked in public.

Story Eleven

I had a carefree childhood. It ended suddenly when I was barely eleven years old when both my parents were killed in a light plane crash.

Both mum and dad came from single parent families and all my grand parents were dead except Grandma Betty, but she was senile and had been in a nursing home for as long as I could remember.

With no close kin my parents will gave my legal guardianship to the Sisters of the Light of the Resurrection. My mum had had a great aunt who was the Superior of the order long before I was born and she had maintained some sort of contact with the order.

My parents were very well off, but the terms of my parents wills allocated all the assets to be held in trust by the sisters till my eighteenth birthday. Even then I only had limited access to the funds till my twenty fifth birthday.

My parents had only gone out for a short flight on the day of the fatal crash. They used to fly to locations where dad was investing in property to inspect progress. They should have been home by the time I returned from school.

They never came!

Instead it was the police and community service staff that called at our house around 7pm that night and took me away to care for me.

After the funeral service, community services handed me over to a stern-faced middle aged matronly looking nun and a younger fresh faces nun who escorted me in their mini bus the hour forty minutes back to the mother house of the Sisters of the Light of the Resurrection.

Since my parents death my whole life had changed and now as I sat in the mini bus I watched my hometown passed by and familiar surroundings gave way to an unfamiliar countryside. The knot that had developed in my stomach was telling me that my life would never be the same again.

After the long drive, the mini bus eventually turned off the freeway onto another road and then after a few miles, turned off onto a smaller side road which ran into a thick forest. Four miles further on the mini bus turned left onto an unpaved road which eventually reached an ornate gate flanked by a tall stone fence topped with barbed wire.

I remember thinking was this fence too keep the nuns in or strangers out? In the distance I could see the stone fence gave way to a more utilitarian wire security fence. The matronly nun reached over and pressed a remote located in the console of the van and the gate swung open allowing us to enter before closing remotely behind the mini van.

Our mini van continued then down the gravel path through thick trees before coming out into a clearing with a large three storey gothic design building in the centre.

Eventually the matronly nun pulled the mini van up in front of the mother house and handed over control of the vehicle to the younger num whilst the matronly nun assisted me and my suitcase out of the van and up the imposing front steps. I couldn't help but notice that every window in sight on the three storey building had metal bars on the outside.

A plump older aged nun dressed in full black religious habit and wearing a large silver crucifix suspended from a chunky chain around her neck, stood in the main entrance door to welcome us. She was clearly someone to reckon with within the Sisters of the Light of the Resurrection.

This sister thanked the matronly nun and after shutting the entrance door, she locked it from the inside with a key on a ring pulled from around her waist and then escorted me inside the mother house to her study just off the entrance vestibule.

The sister placed my suitcase over near the far wall and beckoned me to sit in a huge leather chair that faced her desk as she went round and sat down behind her imposing large, oak desk.

"Good afternoon, David and welcome. I'm Sister Bernadette the Superior General of the Sisters of the Light of the Resurrection. We do not usually have children within the mother house but your parents were great benefactors to us and one of your great aunts was our superior many years ago."

"Your circumstances with the loss of your parents meant that the only Christian thing to do was to acquiesce to the wishes of your parents will and take you into our care. Since you will be spending the years till you turn eighteen here with us, it is important for you to understand that we will not tolerate disturbances to our daily routines or disobedient little boys."

"There are only females within the confines of the mother house apart from yourself and so for the next seven years till you turn eighteen you will be treated as a little boy, which is exactly what you are right now, but will continue to be treated as such even once you commence puberty."

I can remember thinking what does she mean by that comment but my thoughts were cut short when Sister Bernadette continued, "There are many other things you will learn about your new life here in due time. Right now, we need to get you settled in. I have appointed one of the nuns to be your house mother and a novice to assist you. Sister Mary Catherine you're new house mother will explain some more of the rules and regulations we have set in place for your proper upbringing. So come along now with me."

Smoothing out her habit Sister Bernadette stood up and came out from behind her desk. I got up and went to pick up my suitcase but Sister Bernadette told me to leave it, instead taking me firmly by my upper arm and marching me along at a brisk pace.

She took me down a long hallway and turned up a stairway, then down another hall, into a small vestibule. Off this vestibule there ran two hall ways and I was lead down the furthest till near the end we stopped at a locked door.

"This will be your room David. Wait in here till Sister Mary Catherine arrives" Sister Bernadette informed me.

She unlocked the door and ushered me inside before turning and shutting the door behind her as she left.

What would be my new home for the next seven years was very Spartan. Nothing like the double bed and electronically fitted out room I had spent my whole life in until my parent's death. On one side of the room was a single bed set perpendicular to the wall. Alongside was a narrow dresser with three drawers and on the other side a small bedside table with a reading lamp. Thick blue curtains framed the barred windows and a worn blue rug was laid on the bare timber floor in the middle of the room. A single, wooden chair placed against the wall near the door was the only other piece of furniture in the room. A single light bulb hung down from the high ceiling on a long chord, unadorned by any decorative cover.

I had noticed as we walked to my new room how silent the mother house was. With the door closed, my room was eerily silent as if I was completely sealed off from the rest of the world.

It was some minutes before a very attractive young woman in a novices habit opened the door and looking in with a big smile, waved and said, "You must be David. Welcome to the mother house, young man, I am Mary Joseph".

"Hi and thanks' I replied.

A matronly middle aged nun like the nun who had driven the mini bus accompanied Mary Joseph and entered the room behind her.

After she introduced herself as Sister Mary Catherine, she opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out a pair of brown shorts, a pale yellow polo shirt and some white socks.

"David you will find all your new clothes in the dresser."

"But I don't need new clothes, I have some in my suitcase and plenty back home!" I replied.

"These will be all you require for the next seven years, young man. Until you are eighteen we have decided that you should wear shorts and simple polo shirts not those terrible jeans and other disgusting items of clothing the young people of today seem to find it morally acceptable to wear."

As she spoke, she held the shorts up against my waist.

"They look a bit too small" Novice Mary Joseph commented.

"No they're just right for someone who is still a child and is going to be treated like one for quite some time" Sister Mary Catherine replied.

Then turning her attention towards me Sister Mary Catherine said, "David I'm going to be your house mother but I have other responsibilities here at the mother house so on a day to day basis Mary Joseph will have the job of looking after you

"Look me in the eyes when I am speaking to you, please David." Sister Mary Catherine demanded firmly.

"Yes sister" I replied as I I moved my eyes to meet hers. For some unknown reason my face flushed at having to meet her gaze. It was as if eye contact somehow enabled Sister Mary Catherine to see into my soul.

"As your house mother, I am responsible for all disciplinary matters in your life, but on a day to day basis Mary Joseph has my authority to discipline you as she thinks warrants the situation."

"Over your time here David, if you show progress and indicate that you are ready to handle the privileges of an older child, you will be given some of those privileges, but for now, you will be treated like the eleven year old that you are."

"As a little boy you are not permitted to dress in the morning or undress in the evening or take a bath without Mary Joseph's supervision or from me. You will wear shorts and be treated like a child at all times.

"B .. b … but …." I tried to interject at this gross invasion of my rights but was cut short as Sister Mary Catherine continued.

"David I asked you to look up at me when I'm speaking to you, and don't interrupt! It's the last time I am going to tell you" Sister Mary Catherine again demanded.

Something about her quiet, firm tone told me she meant her threat.

"Any rudeness, bad language, displays of temper, disobedience, or any other unacceptable behavior will earn a prompt trip over Mary Joseph's lap or my lap and a good, old-fashioned spanking applied to your bare bottom. I find nothing is more effective than a traditional spanking."

I was shocked at this revelation. I know my mouth fell agape! My parents never spanked me. The worst punishment they ever inflicted was time in the naughty corner!

"Do you understand everything I have said so far, David?" Sister asked.

I was almost too overwhelmed to take it all in and just stood there, dazed and a little nervous. Did a spanking hurt real bad? I confess I had seen friends spanked and enjoyed their bawling and screaming but the thought of having to endure a spanking myself was a totally new and all consuming fear.

Well do you?" Sister Mary Catherine asked.

"Yes sister" I meekly replied.

"Good; then let's have you over here so we can get you into your new clothes."

"I can dress myself sister" I interjected, suddenly worried that I might really lose this most basic of rights.

"David, I will inform you once and only once, if I hear another disagreeing word out of you, I will have Mary Joseph turn you bare bottomed over her knee!" Sister Mary Catherine threatened.

I'm sure my face went red with humiliation as the shock and fear as to the reality of my new situation really sank in.

"Mary Joseph, would you assist David please to undress" Sister Mary Catherine instructed.

"Come along, David, we don't have all day" Mary Joseph said in a soft caring voice.

But as Mary Joseph advanced toward me I yelled out in a moment of panic, "No leave me, I said I can dress myself".

"That does it David, I did warn you! I'm afraid Mary Joseph that we have a boy here who thinks he is old enough to dress and undress himself. Perhaps young David will be more willing to follow instructions on the first request after he has had his first spanking. Now strip him!" Sister Mary Catherine thundered.

Suddenly I was grabbed by Sister Mary Catherine and then Mary Joseph moved over to me and began removing my shoes. Despite my struggles, she then removed my socks. After that, much to my horror, she reached for my waist and undid my belt then popped the snap on my jeans and began tugging them down.

"Nooooo!" I screamed. "I don't want to wear shorts, you can't do this! Stop, please stop!"

But even as I begged Mary Joseph managed to pull my jeans over my hips and then grasping them, tugged them down and completely off.

"You won't be needing jeans for many years to come David" Sister Mary Catherine commented as this was done.

Mary Joseph then stepped back towards me and reached for my shirt, despite my best efforts sister held me firm and there was only so much I could do to stop Mary Joseph from pulling my shirt up and over my head.

Call it excessive modesty, but I blushed furiously when May Joseph had me with my arms raised exposing the embarrassing small patchs of hair that had recently begun to grow in my arm pits.

Mary Joseph noticed my embarrassing hair as well and commented to Sister Mary Catherine, "How old is David?"

"Recently turned eleven why?"

"He has hair in his arm pits. I thought this occurred later in boys?"

"Hmmmm it usually does. Little boys certainly should not have hair there or around their genitals. Nothing a razor and shaving cream will not fix however" Sister Mary Catherine replied.

Mary Joseph then reached for the waistband of my blue silk boxers. In utter panic at my imminent exposure I let loose with a torrent of abuse which Sister Mary Catherine choose to ignore but by the shocked look on Mary Josephs face she was unused to hearing.

My verbal tirade did nothing however to prevent my exposure. Mary Joseph continued to pull my boxers slowly down past my bottom, all the way down, past my knees, and still lower till she took them completely off. As she did this I made a vain effort to protect my modesty by using my hands to cover myself as best as I could.

Noticing my efforts at concealment Sister Mary Catherine tried to slap my hands down and said, "Hands to the side, David, I have seen naked little boys before. Now stop covering up and fussing about this instance otherwise I'll add extra spanks to your upcoming punishment!"

The threat of further punishment made me move my hands to my sides no matter how reluctant I was to do this, though I did try to turn my front away from the two women without much success.

I was now totally naked and fully exposed in front of Sister Mary Catherine and Mary Joseph!

Sister Mary Catherine and Mary Joseph stood back and surveyed their handiwork as I blushed profusely.

Their eyes were fixated on my uncircumcised penis with its foreskin stretched over the head of my penis, creating a bulge before tapering to a fleshy point at the tip. My penis was flaccid from the humiliation and embarrassment of being stripped naked but it still hung long and skinny at around four inches down over my plump scrotum. Above my penis my pubic hair had also begun to grow some months ago and now consisted of a not real dense dark and curly patch of hair that had almost spreads across my groin.

The fact that at barely eleven years of age I had already begun puberty was deeply embarrassing yet somehow comforting as it proved I was more than a child who still needed to be dressed and bathed.

"Good Lord, we shall defiantly be needing that razor Mary Joseph, but at least the Good lord has given David plenty of padding behind as a target for his spanking" Sister Mary Catherine exclaimed.

"Yes sister It should be capable of taking quite a spanking" Mary Joseph replied.

"Mary Joseph, after I have finished with David's spanking, I'd like you to stay and shave David of all this disgusting adolescent hair he has growing and then help him with his bath before dressing him in his new clothes.

"Yes sister"

"Please sister, don't shave me …." I begged as Sister Mary Catherine crossed over to the dresser, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a long, heavy ruler that had obviously been placed there for just such an occurrence.

My voice trailed off as I saw the ruler in her hand and the realization that I was about to be spanked, set in.

Sister Mary Catherine then rolled up the right sleeve of her habit and moved across the room and placed herself down on the single chair that adorned my new room.

Looking at the ruler in her hand Sister Mary Catherine said, "I placed this ruler in the dresser in case I needed to teach you a good lesson. I am very disappointed that I have been forced to use it on our very first meeting. By the time I finish with you today, you will think twice before ever misbehaving again let me assure you! Have you ever been spanked David?"

"No sister" I nervously replied.

"Well your in for quite a learning experience then. Now get over my lap David."

I reluctantly willed my legs to move me over to Sister Mary Catherine's lap and then awkwardly lowered myself on to her waiting lap.

I remember thinking as I took my humiliating position, 'I'm actually going to get a spanking! My mind had a flash thought of the times I'd secretly laughed within myself as I watched some of my friends received a thorough spanking on the seat of their pants, on underpants, but never bare naked like I was now displayed. I'd never considered that I might also end up over someone's knees like my friends!

As I lay there over Sister Catherine's lap wondering how bad spankings hurt, I saw out of the corner of my eye the ruler flashed through the air and felt it land squarely across the fullest part of my bottom, making a loud cracking sound.

Pain faired upon my bottom, like I had never experienced before.The ferocity of the sting of the first spank really surprised me. One moment I was tensing my bottom and waiting for the impact, the next there was such a burst of pain that I let out an uncontrolled gasp and kicked out with my legs.

Immediately, Sister swung the ruler again and then again in rapid succession, each time landing on a slightly different area of my bottom. The pain of my first spanking caused me to cry out "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! It hurrrrrrrttts! Pleeeessseee stttoopppp!" as tears flowed from my eyes".

After the first round of spanks, Sister Mary Catherine paused and began scolding me, "We won't be having any more trouble when you need to be dressed or undressed in the future, will we David?"

It was a rhetorical question because she did not wait for an answer, but again swung the ruler with a resounding crack against my already sore bottom and let fly with another sequence of rapid blows. Somewhere in the middle of the sequence I lost total composure and began yelling at the top of my lungs as each smack landed.

The ruler however continued rising and falling rapidly for at least another twenty or so smacks, as I continued to beg for mercy and cried out each time the ruler landed. Near the end my yells had taken on a terrified, helpless tone as fear mingled with pain as body shook under the impact of the ruler and I began to cry in earnest at the terrible pain I was enduring.

Finally under the onslaught of pain I broke down completely and began openly crying, without shame, exactly like the little boy they had decided I was.

When Sister Mary Catherine finally finished her spanking my bottom was bright red from top to bottom and even down onto my upper thighs. The moment I was released I jumped up of Sister Mary Catherine's lap and danced around rubbing my bottom with both hands doing the dance of the spanked, oblivious to the spectacle I was making as I lost any remaining modesty. I didn't even realise for a few moments that my penis had become fully erect during my spanking session and was not flipping around as I danced about fully erect in all of it's 5 ½ inches of glory.

After a few moments Sister Mary Catherine took me firmly by the arm and led me to a corner of my room where she pressed my nose against the wall and said, "You keep your nose right in this corner, David, until Mary Joseph returns with the shaving equipment before your bath. If you so much as budge an inch whilst no one is in the room, I will have you spanked again."

I was too frightened to even contemplate moving out of the corner though I did take the opportunity whilst the room was empty of rubbing my aching bottom some more.

I was still standing in the corner crying loudly and rubbing my burning red bottom, feeling like a well-spanked little child when Mary Joseph reentered my room.

She unpacked a pair of scissors, a razor, a towel, a water squirter and a can of shaving cream onto the top of the dresser and had me move from the corner and lay on my back on my back. I gingerly did this the pressure of the bed on my newly spanked bottom being hard to bear.

Mary Joseph then picked up the scissors and in no time at all reduced my source of manly pride, my pubic bush, to nothing but stubble.

She then squirted some water on my groin and covered it with the shaving cream and taking the razor, shaved off the stubble of my pubes until I was as smooth as a baby's bottom. She even made sure to get the hairs in my arm pits and the few tiny hairs that had begun growing on my ball sack and the faint peach fuzz that ran up to my navel. When this was all finished Mary Joseph then rinsed and dried me as if I was a baby!

I looked down to where my pubic hair had been and felt a new surge of humiliation and embarrassment as my bald genitals stood out naked and erect, totally exposed against the pink rash of the surrounding fair skin.

As Mary Joseph escorted me down the corridor to what was to be my new bathroom, naked, humiliated and looking like the little boy they were going to treat me as for many years to come, the reality of my new life flowed over me and once again I began to openly cry.

"There, there little David, you will get used to this in time. I am here to help and love you" said Mary Joseph.

I looked up into her caring eyes and forgetting my nakedness, I hugged her tight. There we remained, standing in the corridor, me totally naked and exposed for a long time, till I could regain my composure enough to enjoy Mary Joseph gently washing my sore and weary eleven year old body in the soothing hot bath.

The End