The Control Testimonials Part 3

The Control Testimonials Part 3
by Steam Train

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Part: 3

APPENDIX THREE: FEEDBACK REPORTS (Continued)

Below is a selection of comments from various persons about their involvement in 'Taking Back Control'.

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NAME: Travis Norton

AGE: 12

LOCATION: Oakbank, Black County

OCCUPATION: 7th Grade student

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: I have gotten used to being naked but I have never gotten used to being punished at the Black County T.B.C. Discipline Centre.

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING BACK CONTROL: Taking Back Control is only supposed to be inflicted in non public places but Black County has an ordinance that allows the juvenile discipline sessions at the county discipline centre to be viewed by anyone who wishes to attend.

The first time my parents took me to the Black County Taking Back Control Discipline Centre I was scared by the large crowd that was standing across the other side of the foyer behind a barricade, watching the volunteer female guardian who was sitting at the reception desk processing the miscreant juveniles as they were bought in by parents, police or community guardians.

"Welcome to the Black County Taking Back Control Discipline Centre," said the woman. "How may I help you?"

"My son needs a good spanking," answered my mother, my father nodded his head in approval.

"That's what the centres here for mam. Please fill out this authorisation form authorising your son's bare naked spanking."

I blushed red at this comment.

"Completely naked?" my mother queried.

"Yes" replied the female guardian. "Is that a problem, spanked children also have to stay totally naked on the discipline centre stage for twenty minutes after the completion of their spanking, longer if you so authorise. There are also additional punishment options you can authorise."

Shocked I protested. "Mom, Dad, you can't do this, its way too embarrassing."

"That's the idea, boy," came the sarcastic reply from the Guardian before my parents could answer.

"I think the embarrassment and humiliation will do you good Travis" my dad said, 'Where do I sign to authorise an hour on stage and these additional punishments."

"Just sign right here and here," instructed the female guardian.

On completion of the paperwork I was directed to two sombre looking guardians who were guarding a doorway marked 'Participants Entrance' whilst my parents went off to the public viewing gallery.

When the guardians opened the door and ushered me in I let out a gasp of fear. There before me on a slowly revolving stage were five naked juveniles. A well developed girl about my own age and a less developed boy also of similar age, plus two hairless boys, maybe ten and eight, and a flat chested hairless girl of about eleven years of age.

As the stage revolved I could see that all five had very red bottoms and were not allowed to cover any part of their previously most private secrets.

Near the stage, on a specially raised dias with a purpose built spanking frame a male guardian was giving a screaming, kicking fifteen year-old boy who I knew only too well, a very hard bare bottom spanking with a paddle. Any other time I would have been glad to see that bully, Dean Boiks get his just deserves, but not now, not with my own impending doom looming over my head which prevented me from enjoying Deans humiliation, embarrassment and pain.

Dean had along with his gang of older friend's often pantsed me in the past, and then ridiculed my exposed genitals for their lack of size and development and paltry amount of pubic hair. Now I saw that Dean, totally naked and exposed as he was on the dias, strapped tight onto the spanking frame had compared to me, not much more hair or genital size to boast about despite his extra two years of age over me.

Several other naked juveniles waited in line nearby the dias watched by a guardian for their turn on the spanking frame and behind then stood four guardians who were at that time stripping another boy I knew, John Gibson of all of his clothes.

John was ten years old and lived just up the street from me and he often hung out with us older guys in the street. John wrestled and punched, trying to free himself from the grip of the ravaging guardians. He even threw a few ineffective punches at one of them.

"You two just hold him down while you rip his clothes off if you have to" the senior guardian was instructing the other three.

And tear they did, as John's perfectly good shorts were grabbed and pulled apart and his brand name tee shirt was torn off. John was red faced as he struggled to resist those guardians holding him tight.

I noticed as I was escorted over to where John was being stripped that the eyes of the audience in the public gallery were watching John's stripping with keen interest. They appeared to be especially excited about the up and coming liberation of John's private parts.

All eyes including mine were now on John who was now only wearing a pair of jockey shorts.

"Get his underpants off," the Senior Guardian demanded. "I want this boy naked and his private parts private no longer."

The guardians were more than happy to oblige their leaders order, grabbing the jockey shorts which could have been easily pulled down and off, but instead choosing to tear them apart.

John was now as naked as the day he was born. His erect penis swayed back and forth. For a ten year old he was fairly well hung with a hairless circumcised penis that was notably longer and bigger in girth than the two younger boys standing naked on the stage though like those same two boys his scrotum formed a tight little boy sack though his was a bit larger and more plump than either of the two other boys exhibited.

My turn at being stripped was next. The four guardians stood before me impressive and strong, arms folded looking at me as I approached.

"I am the Senior Guardian on duty, Mr. Gilchrist, I strongly suggest you do everything I order, unlike that last boy. Defiance will get you know where."

"I will try sir" I stammered trying to hold back from sobbing.

"Good," replied Mr. Gilchrist, "First, you need to get ready for your spanking by removing all your clothes. Place them in that bag over there."

I had seen what happened to John but still I stood still and stiff, a frozen sobbing form, unable to make myself move or comply to his order.

"Do it, now!" the Senior Guardian snapped, no longer as pleasant to me as he had been and at his signal the guardians moved closer towards me.

Two of the guardians grabbed me whilst the third immediately began stripping me, half removing, half ripping off my clothes just like they had done to John before me. All too soon I was standing naked, blushing from head to toe. Adding to my horror, my sparsely haired groin was sporting a raging hard on, revealing its entire three and a half inches of glory.

Soon, very naked and scared I was waiting in line with the others for my appointments with the spanking paddle.

When my turn came I was lead up onto the dias and fastened tight to the spanking frame. Soon the sounds of the spanking paddle striking my bare bottom could be heard as it reverberated throughout the discipline centre hall. A sound that was soon mixed with the ever escalating cacophony of my shameless crying, wailing, and howling as my bottom ever reddened getting hotter and hotter as the paddle relentlessly rained down.

Eventually the spanking spectacle ended and still screaming I was released from the spanking frame and furiously began dancing around the dias rubbing my throbbing red raw bottom in a futile attempt to end the pain.

My humiliation was not over however, because my parents had authorized additional punishment. No sooner had I begun to bring myself back under control than the senior guardian ordered me held again as the third guardian grabbed my already erect penis and began masturbating it. Faster and faster, the guardian went, milking my penis till pre-cum, that clear liquid that precedes ejaculation began to ooze out of the tip of my penis. With my penis standing erect at a forty-five degree angle to my body, I felt the rush of semen coming from deep within my groin, in a monstrous unstoppable wave.

The first shot of watery semen squirted from my penis and landed on the floor as did the lesser second stream. The third and fourth salvoes of ejaculate were small and barely dribbled out of my throbbing penis as it began to droop slowly downward.

After my spanking and masturbation I was ensconced upon the revolving stage, for an hour allowing everyone in the audience plenty of time to admire my red hot bottom and my no longer private privates!

NAME: Christopher Taylor

AGE: 12

LOCATION: Upper Spring River, Tomah County.

OCCUPATION: Junior High School Student

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: My mum, Annette and my dad Amos had split up and divorced when I was eight years old. Mum got custody of me and had a pretty difficult time dealing with me and her divorce and I guess wanted to do everything possible to keep a good relationship with me. She treated me so good that I took full advantage of the situation and soon became spoiled rotten. Mum was soon catering to my every whim and soon it became pretty obvious that mum would let me rule the roost at home. By the time I was twelve and going into junior high, my grades in school were slipping badly, neighbours were complaining about my behaviour and I was even daring to be very disrespectful to my mum. The type of clothes I now bought to wear made my mum unhappy but did I care? Mum continued to blame all of my behaviour on the bad kids she believed I hung around with at school and unbeknown to me mum contacted my school about this. She was convinced that I was a good boy and that all the problems were the fault of others.

Mum was not satisfied when my school said that I was the primary cause of my decline in behaviour and recommended she take control like the new Taking Back Control initiative encouraged. I had mum bluffed however and there was no way she was ever going to take back Control of me. One day as I entered our kitchen to get a drink mum was discussing the schools reaction and recommendation with her good friend Olga Pinn who lived next door. Mrs Pinn had two girls slightly older than me and one younger, they were now very well behaved, though when younger they had been pretty wild and hard to discipline. When mum asked Mrs Pinn how come her children were now so well behaved I heard her tell mum that she had Taken Back Control and now regularly spanked her girls to keep them in line. She also suggested that mum should try that on me!

I knew I was safe. I ruled the roost at our house; there was no way mum would ever be game enough to take back control from me!

I was wrong; Taking Back Control changed my whole life!

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING BACK CONTROL: My first experience with Taking Back Control occurred at school. The TBC initiative had been in force a while when my mum, received a letter from school requesting an appointment. Later on the very morning that mum had met with the Principal, I was ordered to report to the office of the Deputy Principal, Miss Mary Bladen. This was bad news for me as the Deputy Principal was always the person who carried out major disciplinary measures.

Upon reporting to the administration office, I was shown into Miss Bladen's office where I was surprised to see that my mum was already sitting in Miss Bladen's office waiting for Miss Bladen and myself to arrive.

My mother seemed surprised when Miss Bladen entered her office; she was very young for a Deputy Principal and quite good looking. Miss Bladen introduced herself to mum and made a point to tell mum she could call her Mary. I of course had to call her Miss Bladen at all times.

Miss Bladen explained to mum that she would be implementing the Taking Back Control programme with me as the Principal had explained to her earlier in the interview. She went on to congratulate mum on taking the initiative to take back control. I was shocked at mum, how could she do this to me. How dare she contact the school and arrange for me to be taken back under control. As I stood there shocked I thought to myself, how I would get even with her somehow for doing this, but right then and there I decided I would do as he was told, I didn't want to get into any more trouble than I was already in.

Miss Bladen turned to me and told me that the primary purpose of the TBC program was to assist parents in raising their children. She pointed out to mum that as I was only twelve years old I was only a boy and needed adult guidance in growing up. Under the Taking back Control program I would be treated like the child I was and that she would be assisting mum to learn how to take more adult responsibility for my upbringing.

I was furious about this approach, after all I was the man of the house and I still wanted to be treated like a man not some little kid.

I was shocked speechless for a few seconds when Miss Bladen said to me, "Christopher, I think I am going to enjoy working with your mum and you. Now I want you to remove all of your clothes, fold them neatly and put them into a neat pile over on the side table.

"No way," I said finding my voice,

Miss Bladed quick as a flash reached out and slapped me hard across the face. Mum was startled, as was I though more embarrassed than hurt. I even thought about hitting Miss Bladen back.

"Look," said Miss Bladen. "I'm not going to play games with you Christopher, if you don't do as I say as soon as I say it, you will be punished even more severely, is that understood?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"This is the last time I am reminding you that you call me Miss Bladen, is that also understood?"

"Yes Miss Bladen" I was forced to reply.

"Good, then start getting undressed!"

Defeated and feeling humiliated and embarrassed I put my head down and began to undress.

My mum hadn't seen me naked since I was eight years old, just after dad left and now she just sat there quietly watching events unfold as I undressed. Soon I was down to my designer label boxer shorts and I stopped undressing and just stood there looking at Miss Bladen and mum half expecting one of them to say I didn't have to take anything more off.

One look at Miss Bladen and I could tell by the look on her face that there would be no such comment from her and mum was obviously not going to contradict Miss Bladen. Defeated I turned my back to the two women so they would not see my nakedness and dropped my boxer shorts, reaching back and putting them on the pile of clothes.

"Turn around Christopher," said Miss Bladen.

Reluctantly I turned slowly to face the two of them but I covered my genitals with my hands. Standing there in this humiliating and embarrassing pose I could feel my face reddening.

Miss Bladen said, "There will be no playing with yourself Christopher, put your hands down and start folding your clothes neatly as I instructed."

From the corner of my eyes I could see that mum had a look of amazement on her face. This was the first time she had seen me naked in years and I could see her staring at my small patch of light brown pubic hair that had only recently begun to grow over my dick, a dick that despite my best efforts had erected to a full 4 inch boner in front of mum and Miss Bladen.

Miss Bladen then began to lecture me about my behaviour and attitude and how she expected my school results to improve dramatically.

Then Miss Bladen asked, "What should we do about all of this Christopher?"

I hesitatingly replied, "I should be punished?"

"Correct answer, Christopher," said Miss Bladen "I want you to lie over your mother's lap so she can give you a good bare naked spanking."

Reluctantly I walked over to my mum's side and then bent over her lap. Miss Bladen helped me get into a comfortable spot with my bottom pointing straight up in the air before I saw out of the corner of my eye Miss Bladen produce a punishment paddle for mum to use instead of her hand. It resembled a hairbrush with no bristles. I had never been spanked but I suspected this paddle was really going to hurt if mum wielded it with any strength or purpose.

To my horror Miss Bladen started to teach mum how to use the paddle so it gave a good spanking. She instructed mum that she was to smack my bottom as hard as she could, making sure she moved the strokes around to cover the whole of my bottom and the back of my legs.

Finally Miss Bladen told mum to ignore any promises of being good, or pleas for mercy, from me as they were only attempts to distract her from giving me a full and proper spanking.

Then the spanking began I gasped out aloud, the pain was far worse than I could have imagined. My butt shook with each smack and it hurt a little more with each stroke that landed.

Miss Bladen guided mum in her spanks, directing her to which areas needed to be reddened more. I screamed out promises of being good and pleaded for mercy but soon I gave up on even this and all that could be heard were my crying and deep sobs.

When Miss Bladen announced that the spanking was ended, I jumped to my feet as soon as I was released and began to rub my butt franticly whilst doing the dance of the spanked that both women found very funny, smiles emerging across their faces.

At that moment humiliated, embarrassed and in pain I knew that mum had taken back control and that our lives and relationship were now totally changed.

NAME: Amanda Edwards

AGE: 39

LOCATION: Tallowa Springs, Cadence County

OCCUPATION: Mother

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: It has made the males of the world finally realize that females deserve more respect and dignity. I had a fifteen year old son, Glen who was very much in need of being taken back under control. At 15, boys think they are men but TBC was soon to prove to Glen that he was anything but a man.

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING BACK CONTROL: The Edwards household definitely had a strong leaning toward the masculine. My husband Brian was a blend of the absurdly crude and immaculately refined, a blend I loved in him but which had rubbed off on my son. I knew how to control my husband but my son Glen was another matter.

I am a well educated, sophisticated woman but with Glen's youthful exuberance, things sometimes got a little inelegant and out of control around the Edwards house.

Glen of late often made vulgar jokes, snickered at any sexy scenes in TV shows and movies, and behaved too much like his father for my liking.

Glen often blithely ignored my instructions and admonitions, left doors open, lights on, water running and dropped his clothes, shoes, school gear and other junk wherever he felt.

The very afternoon that Taking Back Control came into force I called Glen and my 12 year old daughter Susan into my bedroom and ordered, "Take all your clothes off, Glen."

"No way! I'm too old to have to do this 'Taking Back Control' stuff, it sucks, do it to Susan she needs it" implored Glen.

"Nonsense", l countered ignoring his plea, adding, "If you don't start taking off your clothes immediately I am ringing for the Community Guardians." My daughter stood beside me thrilled with this new turn of events. Glad I could see, to finally see her big brother being bought down a few pegs.

Slowly Glen removed his shoes and socks slid his trousers down as directed then removed his tee shirt.

"Your boxer shorts, too," I added.

"But I will be naked in front of you and Susan" whined Glen.

"So, get used to it son" I snapped back authoritatively.

Reluctantly Glen shucked down his boxers and stood naked before my daughter and myself, his hands flashing up to cover his groin.

Susan was all smiles at seeing her big brother so embarrassingly displayed.

"Mum please get her out of here!" Glen protested as he slowly turned a shade of pink.

I gave my daughter a smile and said, "Susan, you may continue to stand next to me. It will be a good chance for you to learn all about a boys body now that Glen's is no longer hidden and will not be ever again in this house."

"Mom, please, she's a girl. She can't be allowed to see me like this," whined Glen in obvious embarrassment as he sought to conceal his blatant nakedness.

"Glen, remove your hands to your sides and stop covering up. Let your sister see you naked. If I say she may watch, then she may watch, you had better get used to being naked at home and fast!"

Thinking better of any further complaints, Glen slowly removed his hands allowing Susan and me to take in the sight of his youthful male anatomy, his long but skinny penis topped by a one inch bush of dark thick pubic hair and his hairless plump hanging testicles.

Turning redder and redder, Glen obviously couldn't bear having Susan see him nude. Little did my sad-faced fifteen year old realize that his ordeal was only just beginning.

"Tell her to stop looking at me, mom," protested my son as he felt Susan's eyes inspecting him.

"Stop your complaining right now young man," I retorted as I raised my hand and slapped it down on Glen's bare bottom. This brought an instant yelp from him and a squeal of glee from Susan.

"Owww that hurt, mom, and not in front of Susan, please!" cried Glen.

"Glen, in future you will be smacked in front of anyone it pleases me to, your sister, your aunts, cousins anyone" I answered sharply.

"Mum !!!!!" Glen pleaded.

"If you think being smacked in front of your sister the worst think about 'Taking Back Control' you are sadly mistaken. I want you to remain totally naked for the rest of the day and I want you to masturbate for Susan right here and now so we can how much of a boy or man you are."

"Aw, mom, you're kidding right, Ok, Ok I'll stay naked but I can't do that other thing. Don't make me do that in front of you and sis, please," cried my son.

"Susan, you do it for him," I said.

"Mum no !!!!!!!!!!! Glen cried out

I ignored his pleas and showed Susan how to jerk him off by making a circle with her thumb and first finger around his now erect 4 ½ inch penis and stroking his throbbing shaft.

Susan eagerly placed her hand on Glen's hard erection and began masturbating him.

"No! Stop it, don't do that," pleaded Glen.

"You just earned a spanking from your sister when she is finished or the Guardians if you keep objecting" I proclaimed

As Susan continued to stroke Glen's penis he began to leak pre-cum and before long he arched his back, leant back on his heals, as his body trembled and he came, shooting his cum out in four ever decreasing bursts of pleasure all over the floor in front of Susan who stood there with a look of amazement and shock on her face.

I didn't give Glen time to recover as I wanted to reinforce that he was now fully taken under control. "Now get over Susan's lap, you bad boy!" I ordered.

I directed Susan to sit upon my bedroom chair.

"Mom, I'm really sorry, I just need to get used to this taking back control thing, please don't let her spank me" my son begged.

I was adamant that Glen would quickly learn that I had taken back control and that in our household respect for females was mow a mandatory requirement, so I took Glen by the scruff of his neck and bent the naked boy over Susan's knees.

Falling forward, he landed flat on his little sister's thighs and he wiggled in obvious embarrassment.

"Use this hairbrush, Susan," I said, handing her the spanking tool.

Enthusiastically Susan curled her free arm around Glen's waist and held him tight as she raised her spanking hand and brought down the hairbrush with a resounding "Smack!" that would have done me proud.

"Owwwwww!!!!" howled Glen as he bucked his hips.

Susan continued spanking her brother's naked bottom at my command and Glen soon began to cry openly. At my instruction Susan didn't let up and Glen in the desperation of humiliating pain kicked his feet into the air and screamed bloody murder like a little boy, much to the amusement of Susan's and myself.

By the end of his spanking Glen's buttocks were completely red which contrasted beautifully with the lily whiteness of the rest of his skin.

Glen's spanking was over but he could hardly stand. After asking to be excused like a polite little boy my son hobbled out of my bedroom with his erect penis bobbing up and down as he walked.

I confess there were smiles of delight glowing on the face of my daughter and myself as we watched Glen leave. The females of the Edwards household had certainly taken back control!

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