Exposed 13

Exposed 13
by Steam Train & Guest

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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.

This story was co-written by a special guest author and myself.

Story Thirteen

My name is Todd and I am thirteen years old. I come from a mixed family, in that my dad married my new mother about five years ago so I have a step brother who is also thirteen.

Now Daniel my step brother is a pain, so that the fact that he works everyone's nerves, mine included, means that there is no way we are best friends or anything like that.

Daniels troubles and exposure all started about two months ago when we were in the living room playing a game, and because he was losing Daniel decided to throw a tantrum.

In a nut shell, he hit me, threw the game controller and just about took out a mirror. Fortunately for me and unfortunately for him, Daniel did all of that just as our parents were walking into the living room. What an idiot!

Our mom's face got all red, she then turned to dad and said in this really scathing voice, "You are so right. He damn well needs to be brought down a peg or two, so by all means, feel free!"

That was apparently all dad needed to hear. Obviously they had talked about his behavior and all my dad was waiting for was her approval, now that he had it, it was on.

Now one thing I had always found really unfair was that Daniel had never been spanked during the five years we had lived together, I guess because he wasn't dad's kid biologically, so my dad reacted differently with him, or did until that day. Whereas when I crossed their invisible line I was taken to my room, totally undressed and put over dad's knee for a spanking. Sometimes when what I had done was considered even more severe, dad declared that I had lost the right to the privacy of my own bedroom and made me undress in the living room in front of Daniel and mum.

Now stripping in front of them was very embarrassing and humiliating and even more so when it happened to me last month for the first time in over six months and dad, mum and Daniel all saw for the first time that I had started to grow some pubic hairs. Not much mind you but enough that they were obvious and though I was proud of them the last thing I wanted to do was show them off to others. But show them I was forced to do. They all saw my limp, skinny, circumcised three inches long penis hanging down over my still tight but plump scrotum that was yet to show any sign of hanging and topped by my new scattering of fine short dark pubic hairs that formed a small patch above my penis but were yet to cover the sides towards my scrotum.

I am here to tell you from lots of personal experience that my dad's spankings really hurt! From the look on my dad's face, at that moment I knew Daniel was about to get his first ever spanking. From the look on Daniels face he knew it too! You should have seen the look of terror, as he started to whine and back up and was all of a sudden acting all baby like and nothing like the 13 year old teenager he was.

My dad could not have cared less. He just grabbed him in this vice grip so he could not back away further and in this really cold voice told Daniel enough was enough; he was about to get the spanking he so richly deserved for his actions.

Dad then told Daniel to get his clothes off, and to get them off now!

I was amazed and instantly excited that dad had decided that Daniels first spanking should be a public affair. Daniel's eyes just got huge and he started sputtering. First peeling out, "Noooo!" in this weird girlish pitch, then begging dad to at least take him to his bedroom. Dad was having none of it, telling Daniel he had lost that right due to his earlier actions.

Watching Daniels horrified actions was so funny, or it was to me!

When Daniel didn't begin to take his clothes off immediately, dad began to do so for him.

Dad grabbed Daniel with one hand and then with his other undid his shirt buttons and had soon taken his shirt off without much of a struggle. Daniel looked too shocked at that stage to be capable of reacting. Next dad darkly told Daniel to get his pants off and when Daniel just stood there, still looking dumbstruck; dad just grabbed him by the waist and began to undo his jeans. Now Daniel still didn't struggle or try to break free and back off or even escape, he just whined.

Now I know from past experience that whining just bugs my dad. In fact he hates it! Dad says only babies cry for no reason. So even as he was pulling Daniel's jeans off he was letting him have it verbally. Telling Daniel he was going to give him a real reason to whine and cry about!

Daniel is tall for his age, towering over me and almost skinny but with some definition.

I had never seen him naked, so of course I was staring as he stood there before us in only his boxers, and so too was mom.

When dad went to pull Daniels underwear off, he threw a real tantrum, and started jerking and really trying to get away, screaming and half crying.

When after a short struggle Daniels underwear did come off, we could all see why he had struggled so much.

Now that Daniel was exposed, the bombshell revelation was that the dude is still totally hairless around his groin! He appeared as smooth as some little baby!

Mom just looked on with this small smile that was almost an evil grin.

Me, I was staring and smirking and looking at Daniel with this cutting leer that said I found this hysterical. Dad however, was just shaking his head, then he turned Daniel so he was fully facing us, his hands pinned behind his back.

Dad then said to mom, "This is the problem. We are trying to treat him like he is a young man when the truth is, he still a boy, a very little boy at that!"

Man, did Daniel ever get all red when dad said that. As I said, Daniel is all pink smooth and hairless, yet somewhat developed looking except for his lack of pubes. His circumcised penis is as long and skinny as mine, but his balls didn't look as full as mine and certainly were not hanging! I was just thinking if his balls were in working condition like mine, if you know what I mean when mom said; in this dry know all voice in reply to dads comment, "So I see", before adding, "I had wondered about that. Neither of my brothers hit puberty until after they turned fifteen, and until they did, they both acted like little boys, and were treated accordingly. In light of what has been exposed here today I think that rule shall apply to Daniel from now on, as he certainly hasn't started puberty."

The way she said the last sentence, you could tell she had something on her mind; it was a statement of fact, signaling a change in status for Daniel and me. One that left me on pins and needles wondering just what she meant by the comment as there was an edge to her voice I had never heard before.

Now Daniel's spanking was cool. Not that I need explain the spanking itself, I mean come on, who hasn't been spanked, well, no one I know except Daniel till that moment!

Still, the way Daniel threw himself over my dad's knee, as if to cover up, that was 'cute'. And the way he kicked and tossed back and forth. That was funny. And the way he cried like some little boy, to me that was justice.

The cool parts came afterwards. Once he had cried some of the pain and humiliation out of his system, dad helped him to his feet and as soon as he was standing, Daniel was moving, jumping and rubbing, long limbs going too and fro as he danced in this circle, like when you were a kid playing Indians around the fire.

And you could tell he was embarrassed. I mean there is a flush you get from a spanking then there is a blush you get when embarrassed. Daniel had both, he was fire engine red. A red that grew as Dad made him stand there and listen as he scolded him, then told him he was to go and stand in the corner until he was told otherwise.

Should have seen the look on Daniel's face when he looked at his pants, then my dad, then ran to the corner, his naked butt cheeks tilting up and down.

Dad just looked at me and told me to have a seat and ordered me to keep an eye on my brother and if he took as much as a step I was to call for dad.

I was like "Ok".

Then my parents went out of the other room to talk and I admit it, I did tease Daniel during their absence, but in my defense I get spanked almost monthly, and had for the past five years, where as he had never been until that day. In my mind, I was owed!

I talked quietly to him about him being hairless and called him a baby and told him, in great detail, how small and childish he had looked while getting spanked. I told him how I couldn't wait to tell all to Brandon, who is his best friend, all about his spanking and all about his hairless genitals. I described how I was going to give Brandon a blow by blow account and include every detail I could remember. Should have heard the pathetic squeal and moan of humiliation and embarrassment that got from Daniel!

I said all of this of course in a whisper, a very quiet whisper at that. But I knew he was listening and heard everything by his reaction.

I could tell something was up when our parents came back into the room. They had this look on their faces and all I knew was I was glad it was Daniel who was in trouble this time and not me!

First dad called Daniel out of the corner and over to him, warning Daniel that if he didn't move his hands away and stop covering up he was getting another spanking.

Daniel reluctantly did as instructed and promptly got all red again. I mean this time he knew we were all staring at him, mom included. Taking in the sight of his four and a quarter inch erect penis that had erected during his spanking and had yet to go flaccid and the way his balls now totally exposed by his erection jiggled against the constraints of their tight sack, No wonder he looked so nervous and humiliated.

Next dad grabbed his arm and sat him on his knee, like he was three years old. Now this was something he had never done to me in any of my spankings. He ruffled Daniel's hair and in this kind voice said he was sorry.

I was like, "What!" or was until dad continued, telling Daniel that he and mom were sorry because they had been treating him like a young man when it was obvious, he wasn't!

Already I had an idea where this might be going, and my leer was back. I think Daniel did as well; maybe that is why he was all squirmy on dad's lap. Anyway dad went on to say that from that day forward, until such time as he proved he was a young man by having pubic hair and could ejaculate like me, they would accordingly be treating him like the boy he really was.

My mind was racing at the last comment as my face blushed profusely. How did dad and mom know I could shoot my load? I thought I had kept my newly acquired masturbating habits very much a secret!

Daniel started to protest about this new edict before he even knew what the real consequences for him were, that was until mom told him in a stern voice to "hush" and then to my amazement said, "Since you already have an erection, I want you to masturbate for us, so your father and I can see for ourselves if you are still a little boy like my brothers were at your age".

"I can't do that, you can't make me" Daniel protested.

But when dad motioned to pull him over his knees for another spanking Daniel quickly reached down and wrapped his hand around his erect penis and slowly began stroking it up and down in front of us. The look of abject humiliation on Daniels face suggested that he was thinking this can't be happening!

"Get moving, go faster" mom ordered "And keeps your eyes open while you're doing it." I smiled at mom's remark; she was really rubbing in this humiliation forcing him to look at us as we watched him jerk off!

Daniel reluctantly opened his eyes and blushing a darker shade increased his pace.

Soon Daniels jaw opened slightly and his breathing quickened very noticeably and a low pitched guttural moan escaped his lips as his toes curled and an orgasm pulsed through him but as mom had suspected no liquid shot out of his throbbing, twitching penis.

His boyhood confirmed Daniel was soon told that from now on he would be under little boy rules. For example, instead of his usual bed time of ten, his new routine would be bath at eight, bed at nine.

He couldn't help himself, Daniel immediately started to protest, again, or did until dad just lifted him up, and placed him across his knee, as if ready to spank him again.

Man, did Daniel ever go quiet then!

At that point he was told that from that day forth, he was going to be spanked, and spanked with regularity, by both parents! And mom sure threw in strong agreement to that statement. Daniel was also told that every morning he would be dressed by someone; he was no longer dressing himself as the clothing he usually wore up to that day was not what little boys should wear.

I could go on and on as the list was quite long but to sum it up, Daniel got a few hard smacks when he tried to protest, but what could he do in the end, but agree. After all our parents had spoken, and spoken in a united front.

Daniel must be a slow learner because no sooner had the new little boy rules been explained to him when he threw a tantrum about having to take a bath and being washed like a little boy.

This time he found himself over mom's knee and soundly spanked on his still naked bottom with a hairbrush. And I do mean soundly. For someone who had never really spanked before she sure warmed his ass up, but good.

Then, to make matters worse for Daniel if that was possible, she grabbed his ear and with his penis again erect and curving up like a banana towards the ceiling she marched him to the bathroom where she proceed to bath him herself. You could hear his shrill little peeps and pops all the way back down to dad and I in the living room. I mean I was almost rocking with joy, as I could tell by his strangled sounds that mom was washing him like everywhere!

Now to get to the part as far as Daniels new status directly affected me!

The next morning I had risen early, still excited by the events of last night and mom was cooking breakfast whilst dad was in the den when mom asked me to go and get my brother ready for school. I know my eyes opened really wide at this order. Mom, well all she did was give me this sly, slow wink and then smiled really broadly, before tilted her head for me to go on up to his bedroom.

No way had I seen this coming. Needless to say, I ran up the stairs.

There was also no way I could adequately describe Daniel's expression when I walked into his room to dress him. Frozen in fear and hatred, for sure, ashamed and scarlet, yet ready to lash out, you betcha. All of that and more! As for me, I just smiled, and smiled so wide that it was hurting, then said, "Time for one little boy to get up and get dressed."

Daniel just glared at me. I could have not cared less. In fact I sneered at him and then walked over to his dresser as he crawled out from under the covers. Amazing how quickly a dude can think when he wants to, even early in the morning!

I had already decided what I was going to make Daniel wear today, and I knew he was going to hate it, with a passion.

I found myself humming to myself as I went on my hunt through his dresser. It was, I admit, with a flourish that I pulled out his school clothes for the day. First I laid out these shorts from an old play he had been in. Black and now too short and too tight, then I found some white socks that were almost knee high and an old white knit shirt as I couldn't find his good white shirt, which would have been pressed to a sheen. I followed that up by laying out a pair of tighty whities, his only pair, then smirked at him and said it was time for me to dress him.

Now as luck would have it just as he started to get mad, and to try and use this low voice to tell me off, dad walked by, put his head in, and ask if there was a problem? I just looked at Daniel so sweetly and watched as he gulped, then in this tiny immature voice croaked out, "No sir." then hung his head.

Dad said "Good", and then left the room.

There were several great parts to that morning. The first would have been when I made Daniel take off his boxers, meaning he was standing all naked in front of me. He turned pink then red as I just stared. Stared with this huge grin as I let him stand there, whilst I slowly looked him up and then down, again surprised by how he could be so tall and reasonably developed, yet still be without pubes.

Already he had been trained well enough that his hands never went to cover. I loved that! Another scene I ate up was once he was in his white underwear. I grabbed the waist band of my boxers, pulled them up and out, over my jeans and shook them at him, chortling as I told him, "Only men get to wear boxers!" That got to him big time.

Of course if you want to talk about humbled, that was Daniel when we walking into the kitchen and he saw the delight written all over mom's face as she took in his new dress style.

Mom even complimented me, stating, "Well done Todd, this is exactly what I wanted. From now on, your morning chore is to dress Daniel and in the afternoon after school undress him."

I almost went into overload. Then again, so did Daniel, but in horror, but it got even better for me when mom asked what underwear Daniel was wearing and when I said his only pair of tighty whities mom said she would go shopping whilst we were at school and pick out suitable little boy clothing for Daniel!

When I suggested that we needed to buy enough tighty whitie underwear so that we could throw his entire collection of big boy boxers away, because having boxers, would give Daniel the wrong idea about his maturity, Mom loved the idea!

Our wait at the bus stop, to take us to school that first day, still brings a grin to my lips every time I think about it. Daniels new dress style bought smirks, giggles and the cold shoulder from the girls who only yesterday had thought him 'hot' and brought utter ridicule from the boys!

As we waited I told Brandon, Daniels best friend all about the events of last night. I told him the intimate details of Daniels hairless genitals and how he was a dry cummer. I then gave Brandon a blow by blow account of Daniels spanking including every detail I could remember about how small and childish he had looked while getting spanked. Should have seen the look of absolute humiliation and embarrassment on Daniels face has his private secrets were revealed to his best friend and the details of his spanking discussed in minute detail!

The real topper came when we walked into Daniel's bedroom after school, so that I might undress him out of his school clothes, and what do we see laying on his bed but unopened packages of white underwear, and two pair of new pyjamas, both with footsies and snaps, one with boyish cowboys on front, the other had purple dinosaurs on them. My grin, if possible, was bigger than Daniel's frown!

I even got the job of bathing Daniel that night and the nights to come. What an experience that was, having him exposed and naked before me. I was meticulous in cleaning his body and my exertions at thoroughly cleaning his genitals resulted in Daniel suffering another humiliating dry cum right before my eyes.

Daniels best friend Brandon comes over regularly now and we are becoming good friends. Mom and dad even allow Brandon to assist me bathing Daniel on the nights when he is sleeping over. Brandon has even succeeded in making Daniel dry cum on a number of occasions as he thoroughly washed my brother's genitals!

Brandon wears boxers and loves tormenting Daniel about his demotion back into tighty whites. When Brandon first made fun of Daniels underwear, Daniel said Brandon should also be in tighty whities as he was younger than him. Brandon's reply was a classic.

"I might be younger but I sure aren't a little boy like you"

With that he lowered his boxers and pants just enough to reveal that though he was still 12 years old, he already had a tiny sparse growth of pubes, consisting of no more than 10 or so short wispy light brown pubic hairs that extend over a patch of skin above his still hidden penis for about a quarter of an inch in hight and width. The revelation that Brandon was more developed than himself added to Daniels humiliation and to my glee.

It is now two months since that fateful day and I keep Daniel naked and exposed as much as possible with the approval of my mom and dad and if not possible, dressed in appropriate little boy clothing. Daniel hates his hairless immature body being exposed around the house but his complaints about being kept naked get nowhere with mom or dad, they just reply, "Little boys don't need to be modest!"

End Story 13.