But What If...

But What If... 5

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BUT WHAT IF... I HAD WANTED TO BE HUMILIATED?

PROLOGUE:

One summer afternoon in 1955, when I was nine-going-on-ten years old, after weeks of pestering my older brother, George, about becoming a member of his secret big boys club, he and his friends finally relented and said I could pledge to be a club member.

In Fred's garage, which served as the gang's club house, they told me there would be an initiation and I eagerly said, " So, what do I have to do to join?" That's when Fred told me the first thing I'd have to do is take off all my clothes. I was young, shy and kind of scared and so I said 'No way' and ran out of there, crying all the way home.

But what if... I had wanted to be humiliated? I wonder what might happened then?

I looked around at these guys, my older brother George and his pals Fred, Tom and Kevin and I began to blush. Sure, I was scared at the thought of having to strip naked. After all I was all too aware of my nine-year-old tight balls, tiny penis and my lack of any body hair. All that was a sure sign just a little kid compared to these guys two and three years older than me.

But as embarrassed as I was feeling at the thought of taking off all my clothes in front of these boys, I was beginning to feel excited. In fact, I was actually getting downright giddy at the thought. I was actually enjoying the idea of an initiation when I'd have to do all sorts of embarrassing things.. that I'd have no choice and would just have to do as I was told. That last thought, of being forced to humiliate myself, made me blush deeper but feel even giddier. Without even thinking of what might happen, I spoke my thoughts out loud.

"But I don't get it, guys," I said in a quavering, high pitched voice, " If you really want to embarrass me with an initiation, why something as easy as stripping in front of boys? Guys in high school do that all the time during gym in the locker room. No big deal."

"Yeah, that's true" said Fred, " but that's when all the guys strip. We're keeping our clothes on and you're the only one getting naked. Which, by the way, you've got ten seconds to start doing or else you can't join our club."

"Okay, have it your way." I said shrugging my shoulders as I shucked off my sneakers, " but if I was in your shoes, initiating a boy two or three years younger than me, I'd want to make it as humiliating as possible. I'd get three or four girls here to watch while I took my clothes off."

I slowly bent down to pull my sweat sock off and had a glance up to see Fred and my brother having a whispering conversation. I took my time undoing my belt and held it in my hands doubled up waiting until I could get Fred and George's attention. When I did, I handed my belt to Fred and told him he should use this on my bare butt if he couldn't manage to get some girls to do it instead.

"You keep talking about girls seeing you naked and now strapping you." snorted a confused but clearly intrigued Fred. " Vic, are you saying you want girls here to see you naked and to spank or strap you? Are you crazy or just putting us on? "

"I'm just saying If I'm going to have to be humiliated to join your club," I replied in earnest, " I might as well be really embarrassed instead of pretending to be. Where's the fun in that?"

"You'd find stripping naked in front of some girls fun?" asked George, " And getting strapped would be a barrel of laughs too, I suppose."

"No, no, no... well not exactly. " I was trying to get them to understand my feelings that even I was having a hard time figuring out. " It would be very embarrassing for ME.. but fun for you guys and, if you can find girls who'd like to see a boy take off all his clothes and probably do a lot of embarrassing things too, then they'd have a good time too."

"But you'd really go along with that?" asked Tom.

"I'd have to," I replied. " to get into your club, for one thing. But also.. uhh, not sure if this makes any sense. But the more I think of how two of three girls watching me strip would be giggling and enjoying it all, well, I know I'd be embarrassed, but I think I'd ummm well, enjoy being forced to strip naked, be made to go over their laps for a spanking. "

"You're weird," muttered Kevin, " and we could get in trouble if the girls ratted on us."

"Not some of the girls I know." said Fred thoughtfully. " My little sister Lynn, for instance, she’s a bit of a minx and she's always trying to catch me coming out of the shower. And there's a couple of girls from my class last year who live just a couple of blocks away. For sure they'd be interested. Hmmm, maybe it’s worth a try."

I was about to pull off my t-shirt when George piped in with his opinion. " I think Vic is just stalling. But let's say he isn't and would go through with a really embarrassing initiation. How about Vic puts his clothes back on and Fred, you try to get you sister and at least one other girl to come here. Tell them a nine-year-old boy has pledged our club and needs to be initiated while girls watch, starting with him stripping naked and then maybe more stuff."

" Could you tell them," I said, interrupting, " that I don't want to do it but I really want to be a club member?"

"Is that important, Vic?" asked Fred.

"Well, I think I'll get more excited if I feel I'm forced to do it and if the girls think I have to do it, no matter what."

"I didn't finish what I wanted to say," said George who seemed to be warming to the idea of really embarrassing the hell out of his annoying kid-brother. " If Fred manages to come up with some girls to help initiate you... and let's say we have them order you to take off all your clothes, and you chicken out embarrassing the hell out of us, then when the girls leave, you’ll have to strip and give us all your clothes, AND you have to walk home buck naked and you don't get into our club. Agreed? "

I thought about for a minute or two. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Maybe Fred wouldn't be able to find any girls who wanted to see a boy strip naked for them.. Yeah, right, fat chance. Of course they would. And that's when I got so excited, I threw caution to the wind and said, " Yeah, I agree. But I am not going to chicken out."

We only had to wait about half an hour before Fred returned with two girls his age and his little sister, Lynn who was a year younger than me. She was giggling like mad when Fred pointed at me and said the girls, " He's all yours and, like I told you, he knows he has to do everything you tell him to do, or else he has to walk home... twelve blocks or so.. buck naked.. And you get to keep his clothes too."

That wasn't quite what we agreed to, but now I felt I really had no choice. I had a hard time looking up, as I felt incredibly shy and couldn't look at the girls. But I got even more excited as the older girls laughed and Lynn giggled away. I was not expecting what happened next.

Lynn marched right up to me and said, " Take off all your clothes and put them in a pile." she paused for effect and added, ' And then pee all over them. Do that right now, or my brother will make you walk home stark naked."

Fred had said she was a mischievous little minx. But what choice did I have? I bent down to untie my sneakers when one of the older girls stepped up to have her say. Rose was her name, she told me to stop as she wanted to make one thing clear.

"Victor," Rose said in the kindest of tones, " Have you ever taken off all your clothes in front of a girl before?"

Now I blushed and stammered, " Well, when I was a little kid, I played doctor with the girl who lived next door and a friend of hers and I was their patient."

"And did you always strip naked for them?" said a now smiling Rose. I nodded, 'yes' and she asked, " Did they make you do embarrassing things other than taking your clothes off?"

"Not really, " I said but then added, " just once in a while Sally would take my temperature with a crayon.. you know, not like a mouth thermometer, it was up the butt." Lynn burst into giggles and the guys laughed hard and long. Even more embarrassing, George volunteered some juicy tittle-tattle about me.

"You know it wasn't even two years ago that Victor played nude games with a boy who used to live across the way. Gary, that was his name right, Vic? " I nodded again but I felt pissed off that my brother was telling on me like this.. and in front of girls, too.

"Yeah," said George enjoying the spotlight and the chance to further shame me, " I guess my little brother liked getting spanked because I heard Gary would play teacher and Vic was the naughty school boy who got spanked and strapped.. buck naked too. That's what I heard our mom and dad say after Gary's family moved away last year."

This was more information than I wanted anyone to hear. But, at the same time, I felt kind of giggly myself as I pictured what must be going on the heads of these girls who'd been told I would have to do everything they told me too, or else I'd be going home naked.

Rose's friend, Justine, was grinning like a Cheshire cat when she told me that she wanted to see me slowly take off my clothes but that I should stop at my underpants. " I want you to be in your undies when you pee. I think the other guys can piss all over the rest of your clothes. “Don't worry guys,” she said to Fred and the others, “We'll turn our backs so we don't see you expose yourselves. Vicky, here is going to be the only one naked today."

So off came my footwear, then my t-shirt, my khaki shorts and I stood in my white underpants and heard Justine say ' The boy may need some water to piss his pants properly." But that wasn't the problem. In the last couple of minutes I had started to get funny feelings in my crotch. And when I look from one girl's face to another, I got excited and actually couldn't wait to drop my underpants.

But then I looked over at Lynn who was smirking and I lost it. I peed.. I gushed... I flowed and my underpants' front was soaked. They all clapped their hands and laughed and laughed. I was humiliated.

"Now strip off those pee-panties of yours, Vicky!" That was Justine, " and toss them on the pile of your other stuff so Fred and his pals can get some relief too." I did and watched as my brother and his three friends emptied their bladders over all my clothes. I knew, no matter what happened, the best I could hope for was walking home in clothes that stank of pee. That's if I was lucky enough to have any clothes to wear home. Rose noticed that I was covering up my crotch and slouching slightly and she decided to put an end to that right away.

"No covering up the good bits, boy." she said ordering me to either put my hand behind my back or on top of my head. My hairless and puny junk would have to be front and center (literally and figuratively) for the rest of the day.

Fred may have thought he was being helpful when he told Rose he'd been holding on to my belt because I had said it would likely be needed for a ritual strapping, but that, if the Rose didn't mind, the girls should first have the honor of taking turns spanking my bare ass on their laps or in any position they thought might be more humiliating for me.

Lynn wanted to go first and I was to be seated OTK with my legs spread wide apart so she could, in her words, ' play with all his naughty stuff'... and she did as she took her time squeezing, stroking and playfully slapping my balls and cock after every slap to my buttocks. For the first time I was beginning to stiffen up down there.. Not much, but I stirred and was not shaken ( like a Bond martini ) I kept myself from crying outright, but Lynn's smacks stung and after a dozen or so, I felt my buttock cheeks warming up.

But the shock I felt, but did not let on about, was that I was warming up to the situation in a big way. I kept telling myself, ' I have no choice. I have to do everything the girls tell me.. ' and I realized the more embarrassed they made me feel, the more I felt forced to enjoy it and enjoy being forced.

Rose and Justine took their turns spanking me and for a half hour or so I just struck silly poses inside the garage until Lynn suggested I do push-ups, jumping jacks and tow-touching.... outside. I had assumed everything naked would take place in the privacy of the garage. But the Girls Rule rule trumped the privacy of my private parts and bare butt.

The garage was well back from the roadway, and the girls were happy to act as human shield from sight as they crowded around me and we walked together out of the garage, around the side into the back yard. There I did my nude calisthenics for about ten minutes, luckily unseen by any neighbors.

Back in the garage again, I had one last fun humiliation performed on me. Fred had gone into the house while I was busy doing nude P.E. and he came out with a carrot which he handed over to Justine.

"It's bigger than a crayon," smirked Fred, " But then, Victor's asshole is probably bigger than when he was a pre-schooler and had physicals from Doctor Sally.

"Thanks, Fred," smiled Justine who spat on the carrot to give it some lubrication. " Bend over, Vicky, it must be years since you've had a proper physical exam, so I'm going to take my time taking your temperature just to make sure we find out how hot you're getting."

The other boys all laughed at Justine's joke, but I didn't get the joke until after she pushed in and pulled out that carrot four or five time and my butt hole started feeling hot and my butt muscles started throbbing. I got it in the end, so to speak.

And in the end... of my initiation, that is, I got my strapping delivered outdoors by each of the lads while the girls looked on. Again they shielded me from sight going out to the back yard. But after the strapping they hightailed it back leaving me alone and running after them only to find the garage door locked. I pounded on it several times before they opened the door amid gales of laughter.

My final humiliation that day was, of course, running home wearing piss-reeking clothes. It was only years later that I learned about a very common kink enjoyed by men and women, girls and boys: CFNM and a yearning for being stripped and humiliated, especially by girls.

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