An 'X'mas Carol Part Two, Chapter 3

An 'X'mas Carol Part Two, Chapter 3
By Jaech Reiter
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit 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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An 'X'Mas Carol Part Two, Chapter 3

"Wait a second," The officer called out, after the Angel agreed to let Ben take charge of his best friend Jacob, now a Nudie Juvie until the next afternoon, and as all the kids were about to get on the bus. "I'm not taking this one here in like this."

The officer indicated a still blushing and handcuffed 12 year old, naked Kyle Carton. The vindication of being shown he was more of a 'man' than Cole Nickles, who was two months older but still bald as a baby, didn't really help relieve the humiliation of being forcibly showcased like this. Plus he was also angry that the cuffs were preventing him from covering up, though he had long since stopped struggling with them.

"Like what, officer," the Angel asked, honestly confused. Really, was this officer NOT with the program?? "He has to remain naked, officer; that's part of the whole HEP philosophy underlying the NUDEP program. It's all spelled out in Hampton County's Juvenile Act of Community Kouroi Examples Discipline and in the NUDEP Procedure Codes."

"Yes, thank you, ma'am, I am aware of all that. By all means, I don't think they'll make him stay naked long enough; but I saw his reaction when you peeled that foreskin back over his dickhead."

Kyle wanted to close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else, somewhere wearing lots of clothes, and that everyone else was somewhere else as well. Did that officer seriously just say 'dickhead'? Was he seriously referring to his 12 year old boy 'dickhead'? But closing his eyes only made him feel even more vulnerable. He tried to twist away to minimize exposure of whatever he could from the crowd of students that had made no further attempt to get on the bus (except Cole, who boarded as soon as the bus stopped).

In actuality, other kids on the bus now came forward to look out the windows at him, gawk, and laugh and point. And still the officer went on:

"I saw how close he was to blowing when you did that. It's a bumpy ride back to the station and I won't have him ejaculating and making a mess in the back of my car. He'll have to get rid of that thing."

"Well," the Angel added thoughtfully, "I cant let the bus leave until he is in your car, which means boy, the longer you take, the more likely I will be adding the charge of your delaying a school bus and making all these students late to the growing list of charges against you.

"What?? I can't just . . . . make it go down!"

"There is one way," the officer said as he undid the handcuffs. "Better get to jacking it."

"Wh--- . . . . wha- . . . . . No! NO!!, NO, I'm not doing THAT!"

"Oh, I've had enough of this." The Angel strode forward and swung him around, pushing him back over the hood of the cruiser. The officer grabbed his wrists and the Angel again whipped that paddle out of nowhere and:

"WoooowhaaPOWWWzinggg"

"NNnnyyAHGGGHHHHHHHHHAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The scream was piercing and sent shivers down everyone on the pavement and on the bus. No one wanted to be on the end of that paddle. Even Cynthia had certain doubts about rounding on her brother like she had.

"WoowhaPOOOOWWWWWWWWzanggg!!!"

The second was delivered even harder and produced an even greater cry, this one a multi-part scream that was attracting neighbors. Now that Cynthia thought about it, her brother had had this coming for quite awhile now ---- been aright surly git, lately.

"WoooowhaPOWWWzinggg!"

Yes, Cynthia, thought, Kyle could possibly be a much better brother, now. Sure, that paddle and humiliation caused a lot of pain, as the sobbing whimpers and eked-out, almost gulped, cries would attest. But he'd be the better for it. Several of the neighbors actually clapped after the third one. It was good to see some old-fashioned punishment now and again, although they hadn't seen anybody get it in the nude out at the bus stop. That was a new one.

But, all well and good. All well and good.

"The Fisher Industries X-40," the Angel announced as she held the paddle up, "packs quite a wallop, I'd say. I know little Kyle here will agree with me, once he quits his blubbering. Quite a pansy to be crying after only three spanks, though."

There was a nervous laughter through the ranks, but one that made poor Kyle want to cry even harder, though he did his best to man-up, so to speak. Of course, calling him a pansy when even a grown man might have cried at the settings the Angel had used was all part of the H-E-P plan. You had to Humiliate a boy offender to break him down ( and Embarrass, as well as dispense Pain). And once broken he could be rebuilt or guided back into the fold of decency.

The paddle itself was a special design that produced up to 1 and ½ the surface sting, 3-4 times the deeper tissue pain and twice the afterburn per spank, but with virtually no long term and practically no short term tissue damage. It worked principally on electrostatics and high-tech materials to deliver an essentially nerve-driven pain factor. Two to four hours later, though some residual pain lingered, and sensitization recruitment was underway, the buttocks would be once again creamy and unblemished, giving a fresh new canvas on which to work.

('Sensitization recruitment' was an ironic side benefit in that once used, the paddle actually recruited more nerve involvement, so that the second use was even more painful. It could take anywhere from 12-36 hours for levels to return to normal, longer if used repeatedly for days or weeks on end.)

"Just look at these lovely, rosy cheeks!!" The Angel exclaimed as she grabbed and vigorously rubbed one of Kyle's sensitive buttocks.

"OOWWW . . . .agghhhAGGHHH. . . NNggahHH . . . . .AAHoOOOHH . . . .NAHANNNAGGHH . . . S-s-s-s . . .STAAGGHAAHH . . . pppp .. lleeaasse. . . . . . ."

"OK," she said with a slap of her hand to his rump, a slap that brought on another screamed whimper, a scrimper, if you will. The kids watching hooted and laughed some more.

"Now," she said, "Think you can turn around and take care of that hard-on you got boy, let everyone see how you do it? Or do you need more time with the paddle?"

"Noooo, pleeassse . . . ."

"No, you won't do as you are told?"

"Nooo, I'll jerk off," he sobbed out, "I'll jerk off!!"

He was hauled up and spun around and faced toward the kids of the bus stop, as well as quite a few that had gotten off the bus.

"Hurry up, you're keeping everyone here and making them late. You'll pay for that."

The threats didn't make this any easier. In fact, it made it a lot more difficult. Eventually, though, he was able to get his dick hard enough, despite the mortification of having his own older sister and her friends watching the whole time and laughing.

"Don't forget to announce that you're coming, when you get that feeling."

Kyle nodded absently and kept stroking, stroking his four inch hard dick out there in public, not a shred of clothing and not a shred of dignity left. It didn't take much longer after he maintained his erection, and no matter how much he prayed inwardly for that special feeling to go away, to not increase and worsen his embarrassment, it was coming; and he whimpered out the warning as he felt his insides stirring.

"LOUDER!" Barked the Angel.

"I'M CUMMMIINNGG!!!!" Kyle screamed out and felt what must have been the whole of his childhood gather up inside him and force itself up his dick and out that small hole, shooting an amazing eight feet on the first launch and a good wad on the second and a small spurt on the third before dry convulsions took over his body. He collapsed to his knees, still holding his pulsing dick, panting like his breath had ejaculated as well, and looking out at the splatters of his young cum on the pavement.

A loud and cheering and clapping brought him back into awareness, both of his surroundings and the context, and all the blood that had been directed to various hormonal and life-spurring organs now rushed to his head and caused the best blush of the day, which, of course, just caused a new round of applause. Kyle was hauled up and was allowed to put on his socks and shoes (and made to fold his other clothes and deposit them in his booksack), and pushed into the back of the cruiser, all while the officer went through the litany of his offenses:

"OK, let's see, we have the use of hate speech on school property, that being what you said to that pretty girl at your bus stop, AND during official school hours. That's a double whammy, boy. The use of violent threat and intimidation, that being your middle finger, on school property and during school time: obstruction of the performance of duties of a licensed NUDEP Community Angel; public use of vulgar speech against an Angel; indecent inexposure requiring intervention by the police, which just makes us unavailable elsewhere, so don't think the judge is going to be happy about that; refusal of cooperation required by Hampton County community law number 137-A, also known as the Juvenile Act of Community Kouroi Examples Discipline, or JACKED; obstruction of school transport, namely making the school bus wait longer than reasonably explained; contributing to the delinquency of minors, that being the 30 or so kids who ride that bus and who you just made late to their first classes . . . . . . . .

He was still talking as he went around to the driver seat; Kyle looking very scared, and very small, in the back, as he tried to disappear into the seat. Ben just shook his head internally with some sympathy as he listened to the last of the instructions given to him by the Angel, right before she handed over his naked best friend into his care.

"Don't go easy on him, and don't mess up. We'll be watching."

Ben nodded, more than a bit nervous about this. Even so, it was the challenge that he had discovered and now had to undertake and complete to fulfill the Spirit of Christmas Past's requirement. He certainly did not want to make any more 'payments' like the one he found out about when he got in the shower this morning. No siree; for that, he could risk losing a best friend. He was pretty sure Jacob would do the same if the roles were reversed.

But he also wasn't going to risk having their roles reversed. There was no way he wanted to be in Jacob's shoes at that moment. So he couldn't go easy on his friend, not if these NUDEP people were watching, and he correctly assumed that the bus driver, as well as the teachers, would be reporting on him also.

"Whoa, no." He said to his naked friend as Jacob slid cautiously and painfully in to one of the bus seats, moving to the window seat. "You have to sit in the aisle, Jacob. You're supposed to be on display; that's part of your punishment."

Jacob looked at his best friend in shock. This was supposed to be his best friend!

"Ben . . . .come on . . . . ."

"OUT!" Part of Ben's concern was genuinely that Jacob would get in even more trouble. The boy was already only gingerly planted on the seat because of the incredible sting that must still be going through his beaten buttocks [As Jacob got on the bus, the bus driver gave him a very stern warning that he better sit down and sit down quick, unless he wanted to be spanked even more]. Ben cringed to think that Jacob might get even more of that. But the other reason he was being unmerciful, was that he knew he was being watched.

This was so hard for Ben, but he figured that was the whole point of the task. If it was easy, then he wouldn't be facing the hard choices he had to make in changing his life. If he had stood up and told his friend to leave his brother Sam alone, or if he hadn't laughed so hard when Jacob locked Sam out of their house, then he wouldn't be standing here now, forced to basically torture his best friend.

"Ben . . ." Jacob whispered in a low voice as he slowly got up and moved back into the aisle, "What are do---whoa-oowww..."

As soon as Jacob was clear of the seat, Ben spun his friend around and pushed him down so that he was bent over the seat and loudly told him (if he was going to do this, he wanted to be sure there were witnesses to the fact that he was doing the right thing) that boys in NUDEP do not get to dictate the terms of their punishment (much like he was not getting to dictate the terms of his own – already he was worried about what the next two visiting spirits would want him to do). Ben pulled out a paddle that the Angel had given him (a regular one, not one of the high tech versions) and slammed it into Jacob's still-bright pink backside, producing a combination of a yelp, a scream, a plea with his friend's mangled name, and the word 'fuck'.

The curse word of surprise earned him two more spanks, and Ben told him as much.

"Now that I have your attention," Ben said, feeling woozy already from the sheer horror of what he had just done to his best friend, "ask me to spank you for not moving as soon as you were told to."

"Please, Ben . . . ." Jacob started to beg for something completely different, obviously not getting it, but Ben cut him off before he committed himself to continuing turmoil.

"No, in a complete sentence."

"Please, Ben . . . . . . s-s-s . . . . s-s-spank me, f-f-f-for n-n-not m-moving f-fast enough."

"How many times do you think?"

Jacob wanted to say 'none' but was wondering if he could get away with 'one' when he looked over at Ben's side and saw the boy was making a discreet 'four' with his fingers where no one else, especially the driver, would see.

Holy shit. FOUR??? Jacob's mind was reeling, his ass was on fire already, albeit a fire that tortuously ached as well as burned. But he knew by now that it always only got worse if he didn't cooperate. "Pl-l-lease . . . . s-spank me . . . . at least f-four t-times."

Something inside Jacob felt that throwing in the 'at least' would get him some credit for learning, and maybe Ben would remember they were supposed to be friends and not give him more than four. And maybe go easy on those four, as well.

"I think he should get more than four." A normally uppity seventh grade girl named Janet said, somehow managing to get her nose in the air while saying it. She was such an insufferable snit; thank goodness she didn't get on at their bus stop.

"How many do you think, Janet?" Ben asked her.

"I say at least 15. And I say both of you deserve far worse." She managed to put a stress on the 'a' in far that made her statement even feel like an even longer drop down her nose at these boys.

"Fine," Ben capitulated, and Janet gave her smile of superiority, albeit only briefly. "You come here and bend over, and after I give you 15, I'll give Jacob 15. You have my word they'll hurt, too."

"Funny. Always sticking up for your best friend." She said snidely. "I'm going to tell the principal what you said."

"Actually, it sounds pretty good to me," the bus driver called from the front, startling everyone. She was standing at the top of the aisle, watching the show. She didn't like any of the three, but at least Scruggs seemed to be different today. "You pick, Miss Teller, do you want to participate, or do you think Mr. Scruggs is doing OK on his own?"

Janet blushed, both from the reprimand and the sea of eager faces that would love to see Ben Scruggs spanking that pretty little ass pink – that and the boys mostly just wanted to see her pretty little ass.

"I guess Ben's doing OK," she sniffed and turned her attention out the window.

"Then get on with it, Mr. Scruggs. We're already late."

"Yes, ma'am."

They did hurt. Most of the kids on the bus still thought they could hear Jacob's cries reverberating in their ears 15 minutes later when the pulled up to the school; and it took that long just for the tears in Jacob's eyes to dry up. It wasn't just that Ben had an arm on him for 13 years of age (he seemed to have kept his strength, despite the appearance of loss of muscle), but seat cushion or not, every time the bus hit a bump, Jacob felt like he was getting spanked again, so tender was his rear.

Enroute to the school, Jacob had a very angry look on his face and would not regard his so-called 'friend', at least until Ben leaned forward nonchalantly and whispered, without giving the appearance that he was doing so:

"I can't apologize. You know that. But would you rather it had been somebody else? So wipe that angry look off before you get in more trouble."

Jacob heard him, but he didn't like it, still. All the same, he not only heard it, he thought about it. Ben was right. It could have been a lot worse. A whole lot. Especially if the person it could have been had listened to that bitch . . . . uh, that cu-- . . . . shit, he couldn't use that word either . . . .

The conditioning was working, somewhat --- enough that Jacob was even censoring his own thoughts to more appropriate words. Somewhat. In the end, despite how much it hurt physically and emotionally, he was glad it was Ben who took responsibility for him. He instinctively understood that it had to be very difficult for Ben as well. And he really didn't want Ben getting in trouble. Jacob nodded slightly, and he wiped the frown of anger off his face, although he couldn't do much about the grimace of pain, as the bus hit another dip in the road.

Seriously, was there some rule against putting suspensions on school buses?

Once they arrived, the first bell was already finishing ringing; Ben made him stand and take his turn in line off the bus and then marched him to their first class. They made it just after the second bell.

"You're late boys." Miss Blimber said as they walked. Ben started to explain, but she cut him off, saying that the principal already notified the teachers of the mishap with the bus. "Although, he said it was a seventh grader that caused the trouble. Obviously Mr. Marley here had something similar to do with it?"

"Well, technically," Ben started, and then remembered that Miss Blimber hated it when you had to start an excuse with 'technically', "Um, that is, . . . . . while Kyle Carton from 7th grade was the actual cause of the delay with the bus, Jacob certainly contributed by wanting to show himself off, as you can see."

The class laughed lightly and Jacob blushed once again, his penis and balls and pubic hair out there for one and all to leisurely view.

"So, Mr. Scruggs, what is your place in all of this?"

"I'm his Minder, Miss Blimber."

Again the class laughed at Jacob.

"Indeed? An odd choice, is it not?"

"I volunteered. He is my friend, Miss Blimber, but I'm taking this seriously. For instance, since he obviously likes being naked in front of everyone," Ben said this as Jacob's penis was beginning an uncomfortable and unbidden rise to the ceiling, again causing much laughter and pointing from his classmates.. "I think he should have to stand in a corner at the front of the room, instead of being allowed to hide himself behind his desk."

Miss Blimber raised her eyebrows. She hadn't expected Ben to be this strict on his friend. It wasn't malicious; the look on Ben's face showed he wasn't enjoying this in the least. Maybe there was hope for the boy.

"Interesting, Mr. Scruggs, and I would agree with you, but I don't want little Jacob getting behind on today's lesson."

"He won't Miss Blimber. I'll take responsibility for that, too." Ben was almost proud of himself for stepping out like this on his responsibilities. He would show those Christmas Spirits that he was redeemable!

Miss Blimber arched her brows in yet another surprise. "You understand that you will both be punished equally, then, if your little boy friend there does not stay apace with the class?"

The class laughed when she referred to Jacob as Ben's little boyfriend. Ben blushed and shut his eyes briefly, gathering courage to go on. He guessed he deserved that. He had caused Miss Blimber his fair share of trouble this semester so far. The worst part was the punishment aspect. He wasn't sure what that would entail, but looking at Jacob, it might just entail tail. Both of theirs. Ben gulped and answered his teacher.

"Yes, ma'am. I understand. I'll take responsibility for that."

Miss Blimber nodded, impressed, and motioned Ben to his seat. Was it her, or did he look just very slightly . . . . smaller . . . today? Hmmm. Weird. "OK, Jacob, bad little boys stand in the corner at the front of the class. Go on . . . . . . no that will never do. We don't need your little thing pointing at us all through class . . . ."

The class erupted into laughter once again. Even Ben broke a smile, although he still felt nauseous about this task of his. He was understanding it, though. And it was definitely punishment.

"Turn around, Jacob, point your nose – and the rest of you – into that corner. There now, that's a much better view for the class. One look at those pink, hot buns of yours should let everyone know just how seriously this school and this community will take misbehavior."

Oddly enough, the class wanted to laugh at this as well, but they didn't laugh very hard, because they knew the statement was directed at them as well as Jacob. None of them wanted their ass to look (and most certainly feel) like Jacob's did now. And Ben may have set the precedent for everyone in future: no one wanted to stand in a corner with their naked ass on display.

Jacob never thought he would be more relieved than he was at the moment of the end of class bell, of course, now it meant another gauntlet of stares and laughs as he walked through the halls. By this time there were posters up all over the school, explaining the principles and Levels of NUDEP, as well as other posters encouraging all students to take the opportunity to assist in the humiliation of offenders, though there were pretty strict rules against what they could do. Taking a picture of a Nudie Juvie, for instance, was an almost instantaneous trip into the program. And it was partly Ben's job of warning people, as well as reminding them that Jacob, as a Level Zero, was a 'No Touch' Nudie Juvie (except by his minder as needed – a detail that Ben definitely left out, as he didn't want to deal with the jokes that could generate).

The best part of that trip down the hall, however, was once again running into Belle Dickens. It was the only time of the day he completely forgot about Jacob. He noticed that while Liz had both eyes and a smile (although she looked like she was in some mild pain) focused on Jacob and his unprotected genitals, Belle had only given him a long glance. Instead, most of her attention was focused on Ben. And it was seeing Ben smile at her that caused her to blush. This sure and cocky boy, this handsome King of his Hill had definitely attracted her. There was something a little off about him today, but she was too happy to have run into him again to try and pin down what it was.

"Hey Belle," Ben said, and they chatted for almost three minutes, using up the majority of remaining Hall time, but definitely enough for each to impart that maybe they should get together for something that weekend. Maybe a movie, maybe go to the mall . . . . something.

"I'll call you later," Ben said as they walked away in separate directions.

"OK!" She said, almost giddily and then began to punch Liz like an excited girl when she thought Ben had quit looking back. Liz had just waved her off and put a hand up to her head, shaking it.

The next class did not go any better than the first, however, as it was Life Science class, and Ben had volunteered Jacob up for the impromptu anatomy lecture that Mr. William Jones, the science lecturer, decided to give. Unfortunately for Ben, however, he had also already developed something of a reputation for himself in that class, and while Mr. Jones was happy to take Ben up on the offer, he made Ben help --- a sort of living pointer, holder and spreader --- such that both boys felt they needed a shower afterward. The class, however, had never had so enjoyable a lecture.

Then the bell finally, mercifully, rang.

"All right class, while I think that was very informative, and thank you, Ben, for finally taking your responsibilities seriously," Mr. Jones was saying as the class gathered their materials together to leave, "there is so much more we could talk about. I'm going to ask Mr. Scruggs if we can borrow him and his charge tomorrow, as well."

"Um, sure, Mr. Jones. That'd be . . . uh, ok." Ben REALLY wanted to say 'no', possibly even 'no way'. In fact, 'no way in hell' also came to mind. But he was pretty sure that when the spirit said do the task, he meant everything that came with it, as well as probably with that whole 'extra mile' spirit his Uncle was always lecturing him on when they came over. And Ben really wanted his nut hair back, as well as the two inches of dick that he lost. So that meant touching his naked best friend all over again tomorrow.

"That was the grossest thing that's ever happened to me." Jacob said, still in a daze as they exchanged books at their lockers.

"You? You didn't have to touch you. I did. I don't think I washed my hands enough."

"You washed them three times."

"Not enough."

"Dude, I showered this morning. I'm clean."

"I had to spread your buttcheeks, Jacob!" Both boys looked around nervously after he said this, but no one seemed to notice. Ben went on in a more hushed voice, "I had to point out your asshole!"

"Anus, remember. Or were you not paying attention?" Jacob asked as he shoved his history book into his backpack. "Beside, you weren't being mauled by another boy."

"I wasn't mauling you."

"It's gross, dude. Being touched in private places by another boy? It's fucking gross."

"Come on, I have to get you to your history class and hand you off to the teacher. And when we get there, you have to confess you just cursed in the hallway and need to be spanked."

Jacob's face fell. "Ben, you can't be serious! No one can hear us!"

It was true, the only people paying attention were just smirking at Jacob's naked ass, which was already mostly back to its normal color, though it still hurt a little. And now the color was going to change again.

"And then ask nicely, whoever gets to spank you, for them to add at least three licks because you argued."

"Ben . . . ."

"Five."

"Yes, sir." Jacob finally relented, half angry at Ben, half understanding Ben's predicament, and another half frustrated, with a little bit more angry sprinkled on top.

But how could Ben explain to his best friend that there were possibly supernatural forces watching how he handled this? Plus, Jacob got in trouble for bullying his little brother, Sam. Ben did the same to Tim, so how could expect to get a break in this job he had willingly taken on. The fact that he willingly took it on was what killed him, which he guessed was the point, after all. All the same, after he dropped Jacob off and heard the boy quietly admit his wrongdoing and ask for a spanking (too many, way-too-eager hands went up in the air), Ben headed for his own 3rd period class, but then made a sudden detour through the bathrooms and promptly threw-up.

"You're late, Mr. Scruggs."

"Yes ma'am. I have a note; I was dropping off Jac--"

"I know what you were doing, Mr. Scruggs. We've all been informed of your minding duties for the Nudie Juvie offender, but that should have brought you in here several minutes ago."

"I was . . . I had to . . . ." Ben looked askance at his classmates, not really wanting to just bust out with what had happened with everyone listening, but his teacher was moving from disinterested to annoyed fairly quickly, and he didn't want to put himself on the wrong side of the teachers today. "I was . . . . uh, kinda throwing up in the bathroom. Sorry."

"Oh, dear boy! Is that's what's on your shirt?"

"What?" Then Ben looked down at his shirt. Crap. He liked this shirt, too. "Ahh, man . . . ."

"Gross!" Some girl in the front row called out.

"Are you not feeling well? Oh, silly me, of course you aren't."

"No, I'm fine, Ms. Choak."

"You aren't fine, boy. Children who are 'fine' don't throw up at school." She said while she wrote something on a pad on her desk. "Now that I look at you, you do look a little unwell."

"Ms. Choak, honest, it's just—"

"Here, Benjamin," she ripped off the paper that she had been scribbling on and handed it to him. "Take this to the school nurse. And don't sneeze on anyone. Off you go."

Ben sighed. Being a 'good' person was so much more complicated. He wasn't so sure that it was worth it. But then he remembered his balls were only going to get smaller unless he followed through with this task. The Spirit of Christmas Past was watching. Or at least he assumed the guy was.