Piano Recital

By Ben Holiday

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Mark peeked out from the side of the stage. Mrs. Greyson, his piano teacher, was introducing him and the pieces he would be playing. It seemed like everyone in town, no, the whole county was in the building. Word must’ve spread as normally only the parents and siblings (reluctantly dragged along) ever attended these recitals. Now it appeared as though the whole world was out there watching. He saw his 10-year-old twin brothers, Chase and Jared, on the stage already and in position. He could hear their whimpering even from where he was standing. He could hear the chuckling and murmurings from the audience. He cringed.

Mrs. Greyson announced that the next person to play would be Mark Conners. As she made her remarks, she lightly tapped the yardstick in her hand against her leg.

“And, for the few of you who may not know already,” she continued with a smile, “with the permission and encouragement of their parents, Misters Chase and Jared Conners will be part of Mark’s recital as he will be of theirs.”

Mark looked again toward Chase and Jared. They had their backs to the audience and were bent over a bench at the end of the piano. In the few remaining moments between now and when Mrs. Greyson motioned Mark to the piano, the 13-year-old reluctantly recalled why he and his brothers were in this mess.

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“What am I going to do with you three?” Mrs. Greyson had said in exasperation. Mark had been sitting at the piano, the last of the three brothers to take his lesson that day. His two brothers, who had been sitting on the couch horsing around were now looking up at Mrs. Greyson in surprise. “You all have great talent but you won’t practice or put any effort at all into your piano playing.”

She stood staring at Mark who, along with his brothers, lowered his head down a bit. Hoping their teacher would think they were feeling a bit of shame, they were all three really hiding the smirks they had on their faces trying not to snicker at her tirade against them. They had heard this before, but did notice she was considerably more irritated this time than ever before. She left the room for a few moments. Mark, fighting his own battle not to laugh, gave a quick scowl to Chase and Jared who had both begun to chuckle out loud. Mark could hear what sounded like Mrs. Greyson talking on the phone. To the boys’ surprise, she returned looking a bit more cheerful. Mark continued his lesson.

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Mark thought about all this until he heard his name called to come out and play. He took a deep breath. He knew how he was to walk out and what he wasn’t allowed to do but wanted so desperately to do. Upon his appearance, the audience roared with clapping, whistles and jeers, much like they had done with Chase and Jared, only more so. Mark’s face burned red with embarrassment. It took all his effort to leave his arms at his side and walk the seemingly infinite distance from where he had been off stage to the piano. He sat his bare butt down on the bench and positioned himself to play.

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“But Dad,” Mark started, a few days before the recital, “you can’t be serious!”

“I’m very serious.” a stern-sounding and angry-looking Mr. Conners replied to his son.

“Mom?” Jared and Chase said together hoping for a different result than Mark had received from their father.

“Mrs. Greyson is right.” Mrs. Conners stated simply showing no mercy in her face. “You boys have great talent that’s going to waste.”

All three boys did play the piano beautifully. And while they enjoyed it somewhat, they all would rather be outside playing baseball or just horsing around than to be practicing the piano. Plus, they usually got teased by the other boys, including by their own friends, about it.

Mark, tall, lean, and very athletic, could stand it more as most of the other kids his age were in awe of his sports abilities and kept the teasing to a minimum. Chase and Jared, however, both a bit small for their age and quite scrawny, didn’t have that advantage.

“But you won’t make us play like that at the recital…” Mark said angrily sounding as though giving a command. The look on his father’s face made Mark end with “…right?” in a more submissive tone.

“We’ve tried all kinds of ways to get you boys to take this seriously.” Mark and the twins had to work hard to pay attention as they were about to get the usual lecture about what all this should mean to them etc., etc. This time, though, it wouldn’t just be the same old speech. Their parents, at Mrs. Greyson’s desperate request, were going to use a new stick in their carrot-and-stick approach.

“Please, no.” Mark whispered with Chase and Jared searching their parents’ faces for some sign of mercy. No success.

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As Mark had made his way to the piano bench, he felt every eye recording his bare walk. He’d been warned about covering up and had to let his penis and balls flop on his embarrassing trip across the stage. His penis was a bit longer than what most boys his age had, yet still somewhat thin. His balls, however, hung quite low and impressive. He heard the comments about his package causing his face to burn redder and redder.And though his balls garnered complimentary comments, his lack of pubic hair brought about disparaging remarks resulting in the humiliated lad lowering his head in order not to see the audience.He wondered if the piano bench was big enough to crawl into and hide in forever.

The three boys had been allowed to wear clothes to the community building where the recital would be. Currently, the town wouldn’t have allowed them to be naked outside (something Mrs. Greyson, the Conners, and others who viewed today’s recital would be working to change).

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“Does she have to be in here?” Mark whispered to his father prior to the recital. He was referring to Mrs. Greyson who was talking to his mother at the far end of the room. The two ladies didn’t hear Mark’s query which was his intent.

“Get those clothes off now!” was Mr. Conners’ loud reply. The boys cowered at this, not only at the fierceness of their father’s voice, but that it drew the ladies’ attention to them. “If you three aren’t naked in the next few seconds I’ll whip your butts raw.”

Though none of the boys were what one might consider bad boys, they did get into their fair share of trouble. However, except perhaps maybe only once or twice before, they had never received a spanking. And what they had been given was hardly noteworthy and certainly not in the presence of others. The prior spankings hadn’t even involved pulling down their pants. This was very strange and frightening for them.

As he began to play his first piece, he remembered the final part of the punishment put into place to prod the brothers to display their talent as they should. For every wrong note or other mistake made, the other two bare butts received a whack with the yard stick Mrs. Greyson was holding. Going first, Mark realized, was a very big disadvantage. If he messed up too many times, his brothers, especially whoever went last, could purposely mess up to make sure more whacks with the stick were inflicted upon him and the other brother.

The sound of a loud crack followed by two yelps brought Mark back to his playing and to the realization he’d obviously made a mistake. Neither Jared nor Chase was crying yet, but apprehension covered their faces. At least for the time being, Mark thought to himself, my bare butt isn’t aimed at the audience. Another loud crack brought him back again.

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Jared and Chase had been the first to completely undress in the room before the recital started. Their hands trembled as they handed their clothes to their mother. They had no desire to look up into her face as they were so embarrassed to be naked in front of her and Mrs. Greyson.

“They need some meat on their bones”, Mrs. Greyson stated with a grin, “but they have some fine looking buns. Let’s see what’s up front.”

The boys turned their faces to each other with the exact same look of alarm. The look grew worse when they heard their father command them to lock their hands behind their heads and turn to face Mrs. Greyson. They wanted to protest but had no desire to feel the belt in Mr. Conners hand smack across their backsides again. Their father had given the boys several practice shots a few days before on their bare butts so they’d know what they were in for.

Two very embarrassed boys turned around to unwillingly display their goods to their mother and their piano teacher.

“Look me in the eyes boys.” they heard Mrs. Greyson command. Two sets of eyes reluctantly looked up into the beaming face of their piano teacher. Both wanted to disappear but couldn’t manage the feat.

While the twins kept their eyes looking at Mrs. Greyson’s face, their teacher looked them up and down. She grinned as she saw two cute 10-year-old penises begin to get erect. “That will add some fun to today’s festivities.” she said eliciting a chuckle from the boys’ mother. “Just stay like that boys while I check out your older brother.”

Mark prayed for the earth to swallow him up. No, he thought, please swallow her up instead, referring to his piano teacher. Glad that his naked brothers had taken all the attention for the time being, he had managed to get undressed and move his naked self behind some boxes in the room.

“Get out here, Mark!” Mr. Conners demanded. When the boy got out far enough, he felt a whack on his bare butt that stung worse than anything he could think of from before. “And get those hands behind your head.”

Trying not to tear up, Mark slowly complied. Mrs. Greyson and Mark’s mother both let out a low whistle at the boy’s nice package. “We may need some security when he goes on stage.” Mrs. Greyson remarked with a smile.

It was backstage where the boys were reminded about the spanking part of their punishment linked to their performances. They protested again feeling humiliated enough at being forced to go out on stage naked in front of everyone. Each received several swats from Mr. Conners’ belt to squelch the objections.

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Most of the people in the audience had heard about Mrs. Greyson’s new way of dealing with reluctant students. They wanted to see if it could be successful and, of course, many of them wanted to see the three naked boys. Some were considering the same set-up for their children.

As Jared and Chase made their way across the stage, they blushed a brilliant red especially since they were not only naked, but sporting boners. To the audience’s delight, and the twins’ dismay, the two boys turned their bare butts to the audience and bent over a bench at the end of the piano. They had closed their eyes upon positioning themselves trying to hold back tears of embarrassment and from seeing each others’ humiliation. The bench gave the audience a wonderful view of two identical sets of cute bare buns.

The first wrong note sounded and the twins clenched their butt cheeks involuntarily awaiting the first contact with the yard stick. The clenching didn’t help. Mark normally played better than he did today, but being naked in front of all these people shot his nerves resulting in many more mistakes and many cracks of the yardstick on Jared’s and Chase’s reddening butt cheeks. Since he couldn’t close his ears to his brothers’ shouts of pain, Mark closed his eyes every time he heard the yard stick make contact.

Mark finished his last piece. He heard the applause. He knew he had to stand up, face the audience and take a bow. How he longed to just dash out of here. Very slowly he stood up. Adding to his embarrassment, his penis was semi-hard. He closed his eyes in disbelief. Gulping in a large amount of air, he turned and bowed. The squeals of the girls in the audience were quite well heard above the applause. Jared was already coming toward the piano as Mark turned to take up his position, bare butt to the audience, bent over the bench next to Chase. He resisted looking at Jared’s face not wanting to know what his younger brother might be thinking. Mark did chance a look at Mrs. Greyson’s face who was standing next to Chase. Her smile seemed to turn a bit wicked at his quick glance. He turned away and unfortunately noticed the reddened butt of his other brother. He shook his head and bent over. As the audience’s clamor died down he did hear a few final comments about his bare butt and the fact that they could see his balls hanging down between his legs. He started to move his legs together but a swat on his butt and a command to spread his legs further apart changed his mind.

Jared did not sit down on the piano bench. He hadn’t planned on standing; however his sore butt said differently. Some tears were still sliding down his face as he started his first piece. The first whack sound and corresponding yelp from Chase and Mark reminded Jared what happened for each of his mistakes.To make matters worse, Jared’s penis began to stir at his combined embarrassment and slight thrill at his brothers’ pain and humiliation, especially Mark’s. It became quite bad for Mark and Chase as well since Jared began making more mistakes with his concentration ruined by the audience’s reaction to his budding erection. Upon finishing, Jared rued having to turn and face the audience to bow as had Mark. He turned to head toward the bench not wanting to face his twin brother. He and Chase were not only twin brothers, but had always been the best of friends. He saw the tear stained face of his twin and the rage on Chase’s face. Jared shuddered at what his many mistakes had done to Chase (he wasn’t nearly as concerned at how much it had hurt Mark.) Jared wanted to profusely apologize to his twin but Chase, after an angry look at Jared, marched past his twin to take up his place at the piano, choosing to stand as had Jared. Though not normally one to enact terrible vengeance on his brother, Chase made several mistakes on purpose beyond the unintentional ones. Jared and Mark were blubbering profusely at the conclusion of Chase’s last piece. Mrs. Greyson motioned for Chase to rejoin his brothers at the bench. Chase was a bit confused but reluctantly bent back over the bench next to Jared once again giving the audience a great view of his bare butt.

“Well done, boys!” Mrs. Greyson yelled above the audience’s ribald yet slowly quieting response. The three brothers hoped she wouldn’t prolong their free-show and just send them on their way. No such luck.

“However,” their teacher continued, “I wanted to make sure the point is well driven home that you need to take seriously your lessons and not waist your talent. Also, I want to make sure my other students truly appreciate the consequences for lackadaisical attitudes toward practice.”

The three brothers shuddered. Jared and Chase chanced a glance at each other revealing identical looks of dread. Mark closed his eyes slowly shaking his head back and forth trying to wish away this humiliation.

“To that end,” Mrs.Greyson continued, getting a laugh from the audience by pointing at the three bare butts as she said ‘end’, “you three will stay on the stage for the last performance receiving the same punishments for mistakes.”

The boys’ eyes widened at this. They wanted to protest but knew their parents must’ve consented to this and the spankings would undoubtedly be more severe if they did object. Even worse, Mrs. Greyson still wasn’t done.

“And this time, you will face the audience with your hands clasped behind your head. About face, boys!”

Horror filled the three boys. Very slowly, three bare butts disappeared to be replaced with three currently flaccid penises as the boys turned around. It took a few moments for Mrs. Greyson to regain the attention of the audience. When she announced who was next, the boys cringed. Being naked and spanked had taken enough of their attention, that they had forgotten who the last person would be. Tyler Mills, a boy in Mark’s class and no friend of Mark’s, walked out on stage with an evil grin on his face. The boys figured they wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after Tyler got done playing and they were very nearly right. The three brothers unwillingly added so much entertainment to Tyler’s pieces since they not only cried out at the whacks of the stick, but this time the audience got to enjoy their bouncing penises and, in Mark’s case, bouncing balls.

Tyler reluctantly finished his last piece not wanting to end Mark’s misery. He had a big grin on his face. He was an awful player to begin with and had deliberately made many other mistakes even starting one of his pieces all over.

“Tyler, please come over here.” Mrs. Greyson said to the boy, pointing to a spot next to her with the three naked brothers on her other side. Tyler frowned while wondering what she wanted, but immediately complied. He was a bit shorter than Mark and very scrawny. He was not nearly as athletic as was Mark, but still considered somewhat cute by the girls in his class. He noticed his parents approaching the stage as he took up a position next to his teacher.

“Tyler, it would seem that you took advantage of these boys.” Mrs. Greyson said with a slight grin. Tyler’s face had a look of confusion as did the three naked boys who really wanted to get off stage.

“Your parents and I suspected you would do so. You, too, have been neglecting practicing. We thought we’d give you this chance to show yourself to be the better man. You failed.” She turned to Mark. “Go to the piano. I have a piece I want you to sight-read for us. Be ready to start when I direct you to do so.”

Mark stayed just as confused as did Tyler. He was, however, a bit relieved as this did allow him to put his hands down to walk over to the piano. Mark did not sit down sympathizing very readily with his brothers’ sore bottoms. Tyler’s parents had made it on stage and were standing one on either side of their son. They did not look confused. They had knowing looks on their faces.

Mrs. Greyson had followed Mark over to the piano bench rather enjoying her view of the young teen’s naked butt. She set a piece of music in front of him that he noticed immediately looked terribly difficult and quite above his abilities. Mrs. Greyson kept her grin. The audience had been murmuring during this time wondering what was going on. Many of the girls didn’t care and kept staring at the twins’ naked bodies or glancing over to the bare Mark. Mrs. Greyson turned to address the audience.

“The Mills’s had heard about the Connors’ boys’ punishment and thought maybe their Tyler should also participate.”

Tyler looked in shock at his parents who remained straight-faced. They had been very disappointed in their son’s lack of seriousness in his practicing and wanted to do something about it.

“They agreed that for every mistake young mister Connors here makes, Tyler will lose an article of clothing. If he loses them all, any mistakes after that will result in double whacks with Mr. Mills’ belt.”

The audience went wild. Even Mark and his two brothers derived a slight bit of pleasure from this. Jared and Chase were still distressed that they were being made to stand naked facing the audience but relished the fact that Tyler would soon take away some of the attention being spent on them.

Mark managed a slight grin. He knew why Mrs. Greyson had chosen such a difficult piece. Mark wouldn’t have to purposely make any mistakes. By the time he finished, a naked Tyler, whose package matched more closely to Mark’s ten-year-old brothers than to his own, sported a very red butt.

Mrs. Greyson escorted four naked and humiliated boys off stage into the room in which the Connors’ boys had taken off their clothes.

“Practice makes perfect boys.” she said watching them dress. “And if you take it seriously, you won’t have to worry about being naked at next year’s recital.”

She watched the four boys hurriedly leave the room. She figured they probably had learned their lesson and that she really wouldn’t get to see them naked again. However, several of her other students, and any new ones who wouldn’t have witnessed today’s events, just might get to play naked next year. And knowing some of her students practice habits as she did, she knew the recital would have some naked and embarrassed participants. Her smile stayed with her for quite some time.

(The End)