Seven Naked Ambersons   Chapter 2
  by Nap
  
  copyright 2002 by Nap, all rights reserved
  
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  Note  This story is a fantasy for adults only.  The author
  utterly condemns any form of actual abuse   physical,
  sexual, psychological and emotional   to any person of any
  age. 
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  The next morning the children awoke to find they had not
  dreamt their awful predicament.  Obviously, they all tried
  to get out of going to school, but their mother was adamant
  and as the time approached for them to leave they grew ever
  more anxious about the day ahead.  Especially when their
  mother made clear one of the rules.
  
  "I explained yesterday how three times your age was the
  basis for the maximum punishment in a day.  That remains the
  case, but one third of the punishment can be delivered while
  you are at school.  They have examples of all the implements
  according to age and the teachers can give any combination
  so long as it does not exceed one third in total."
  
  "Does that mean I could be spanked by Mr Atmore?" wailed
  Melody.
  
  "It does and it probably will, if he's got any sense," said
  her unsympathetic mother to the pretty teenager.
  
  The four younger children went to the local primary school. 
  The youngest pair walked to school with their mother while
  the older couple usually rode on their bikes.  The three
  oldest children went to the secondary school some way
  distant, and all travelled by the school bus.  "Off you go,"
  Mrs Amberson ordered this trio as the departure time
  approached, "and remember, if I'm told you're not at school
  I double your 'nudie' time.
  
  Reluctantly, Melody, Hal and Saskia left the house and made
  their way as discreetly as possible to the bus stop.  But no
  matter how hard they tried, there was no way three naked
  youngsters, one of them a very attractive teenage girl, were
  going to be inconspicuous.  They attracted attention from
  the start, even down the quiet road in which they lived, but
  by the time they reached the main road where the bus stop
  was they had become objects of interest to everyone who
  passed.  Some of the adults were reasonably tactful and gave
  only oblique glances at the naked bodies of the adolescents,
  but many were not so diplomatic.  Melody got plenty of
  openly admiring looks from young lads and old men.  Saskia's
  pubescent little body was judged and generally approved.  As
  for Hal, he was ever more aware of his diminutive dick as
  eyes strayed from his sturdy body to his minute manhood and
  approving smiles turned to mocking grins.
  
  But if the adults were nasty, the kids were hideous. 
  Especially their comrades at the bus stop.
  
  "Hey, Melody,  I love what you're wearing."
  
  "Hello big boy!"
  
  "Are you taking melons to school, Melody?"
  
  "Oi, Hal, your dick's disappeared!"
  
  "Saskia, when are you going to grow some hair down there?"
  
  And when they got on the bus all the boys pushed and shoved
  to sit next to Melody and the other girls stopped her and
  Saskia sitting together, so they both had a boy next to
  them.  As for Hal, he was placed in the middle of a crowd of
  girls who, as is usual at that age, were much more sexually
  advanced than he was.  So, needless to say, he soon had an
  erection, leading to more raucous comments about its small
  size and obvious excitement.  All in all it was a relief to
  get to school.
  
                             *
  
  Meanwhile, Mrs Amberson walked Nathan and Posy to their
  classes.  As usual she walked with several other mothers and
  their completely clothed children.  The little kids showed
  an open and forthright interest in the bodies of their two
  friends.  Those who did not have brothers or sisters peered
  at the obvious differences displayed.
  
  "So you've put the kids on a "nudie", Jane," Lauren Bishop
  said.
  
  ""Obviously," grinned Jane Amberson, "as I've two of them
  here naked apart from their shoes and socks.  And the other
  five are similarly suited."
  
  "Even poor Melody?" Lauren giggled.  "My Bobbie will love
  seeing that   and so would his father!" 
  
  "I've threatened mine with a 'nudie', but I've never had the
  heart," commented Mary Arles, another mother.
  
  "Well they're rather more subdued than usual this morning,"
  said Mrs Amberson, "as well they might be after the
  spankings they got last night."
  
  "You took out "spank" authorities as well!" Lauren Bishop
  said excitedly.  "Tell us   who got what?"
  
  While the mothers' group discussed spankings, Flora and Luke
  pedalled to school.  Both children felt odd balancing their
  bare bottoms on the narrow saddles and they felt very
  conspicuous as they rode out along the street.  They were
  certainly noticeable.  The muscles in their buttocks rolled
  as they tensed and relaxed with every push on a pedal.  And
  as both children were good looking, strong  healthy
  specimens passers by admired their progress, so much so they
  caused a minor accident when one driver paid more attention
  to them than the car in front.  But at last they and their
  younger brother and sister were all safely in school.
  
  At the primary school assembly there was one nude Amberson
  to each of four of the seven classes.  The headmaster, a
  portly, bald-headed man named Mr Beale, referred to the
  fact:
  
  "Now children, you will have noticed that four pupils are
  here today not wearing any clothes.  This is because they
  have been very naughty.  Now, I expect you think they look
  rather silly and you would like to make fun of them for
  being nude.  Well I have to tell you that you are quite
  right!  They do look very stupid and you can tease them as
  much as you like!  So come on, Ambersons, up on the stage
  and face the others.  Don't be shy!"
  
  Miserably, Luke, Flora, Nathan and Posy left their classes
  and made their way to the stage where they were displayed to
  the other two hundred or so kids in the school.
  
  "Well, children," cried Mr Beale, don't they look silly. 
  Let's all have a good laugh!"
  
  Shrill gusts of childish glee swept up as Mr Beale moved
  among the four Ambersons, putting his hands on their
  shoulders and turning them this way and that so that their
  schoolfellows and the teaching staff could see every side of
  them.  Then, with a smack to each bare bottom   which did
  not, of course, count as punishment   he sent them back to
  their places.
  
  At the beginning of the first lesson a boy from Luke's class
  came into Flora's class and spoke to the teacher.  "Please,
  Miss Curran, Mr Aldershot says can he please borrow Flora
  Amberson for a lesson he's giving?"
  
  "Yes, of course," Mrs Curran said with a smile.  "Flora,
  you'll have to make up the work you miss in your own time. 
  Go along."
  
  Blushing with embarrassment Flora rose and made her way
  between the desks with the excited eyes of all the other
  boys and girls on her bare body.  When she entered Luke's
  class it was even worse.  She saw that Luke was standing on
  a chair in front of his classmates with his hands on his
  head.  And there was an empty chair next to him!
  
  "Ah, Flora,"  Mr Aldershot welcomed her, "Come to the front
  and stand on this chair.  Quickly, now, don't be shy!"
  
  Flora was forced to obey and was soon facing a grinning
  horde of eager-eyed kids.
  
  "Now class," Mr Aldershot began, "it is not often we have
  examples of the unclothed male and female form so today I am
  going to use these two naked Ambersons to give you a
  practical lesson on the physical differences between boys
  and girls.  Before we move to the obvious distinction let us
  look at the upper body.  The chests of very young children
  are very much alike, whereas in adults they are quite
  different.  Here with Flora you can see the start of this
  process."
  
  Mr Aldershot picked up a plastic ruler about 50 centimetres
  long and demonstrated his points by smacking it lightly
  against Flora's nipples.
  
  "As you can see, Flora has the beginnings of breasts, or
  breast buds, and the nipples have lengthened and protruded."
  
  Flora squirmed.  The smacks were not that hard, but they
  stung a little and made her feel very uncomfortable. Worse
  still, the stimulation was making her nipples harden and
  they rose firmly."
  
  "Ooh sir, she's getting excited," called out one boy and the
  class giggled.
  
  "Here is the navel, or belly button," Mr Aldershot went on,
  ignoring the hilarity, but smacking Flora's tummy.  He
  continued his description smacking the ruler against each
  body part indicated. "Here between the tops of the thighs
  you can see the vertical slit which distinguishes a girl
  from a boy.  Half of you will be familiar with this!" he
  quipped and again the class giggled.  "This is called the
  vulva.  "These lips are called labia and mark the entrance
  to the internal organs.  Up here is the urethra through
  which the urine flows.  And around here is the clitoris,
  which some of you girls may already have discovered." 
  
  There were blushes from several girls and blank looks from
  most of the boys.  A few whispered explanations of doubtful
  accuracy followed.
  
  "Now to the boy.  This " Mr Aldershot lifted Luke's penis
  with the ruler " is the male organ.  Who knows its name?
  
  "Willie!"  called one boy to laughter followed by "Dick!"
  from another .  But a shy little girl in the front row put
  up her hand and said "Penis".
  
  "Quite right, Robyn.  Normally there is a protective
  foreskin over the end, but as Luke has been circumcised this
  has been cut away to reveal this bulbous head.  Beneath the
  penis you can see this bag which contains two balls called
  testicles.  These will contain the seed which will one day
  flow up a tube inside the penis into a woman and start a new
  baby.  The same tube is used for urine."
  
  "Yuk!" said some of the girls with distaste.
  
  "I don't see that floppy thing could get inside a woman's
  thing?" one bespectacled girl queried earnestly.
  
  "Well, Janis, when a boy is excited his penis goes quite
  hard.  Show the girls, Luke."
  
  "I  I can't, sir," Luke said, horrified.
  
  "Of course you can," Mr Aldershot said firmly smacking
  Luke's knob with his ruler, "or would you like me to get
  Robyn and Janis to help you?"
  
  "No," groaned Luke and the friction of the ruler and the
  lewd suggestion did their work as Luke's long member rose
  solidly.
  
  "Wow!" said quite a few boys clearly impressed, and the
  girls' eyes went round with curiosity.
  
  "I had better warn you girls that nature has been generous
  to Luke," joked Mr Aldershot, "and from what I saw of Hal at
  the bus stop this morning, he may have got most of his
  brother's share as well!  Now, before we leave these two, we
  have looked at where the urine comes out on each of them,
  but for solid waste it is the same arrangement for boys and
  girls as you must all be aware!  However, as this is not a
  part of ourselves we normally see, let's look at it now. 
  Turn around you two.  Now here you can see their bottoms  "
  Smack! Smack!  " Right bend right forward you kids and pull
  your cheeks apart.  Hurry up, or I'll do it for you, Flora. 
  Wider than that." And the humiliated children were forced to
  expose their bottom holes to the class.
  
                             *
                              
  While Luke and Flora were going through this indignity,
  things were just as bad for the oldest three children.  The
  other pupils at the secondary school became bolder as they
  became more used to seeing the naked Ambersons, and the
  school staff reprimanded the trio's tormentors only mildly.
  
  "Ow!" squealed Melody as her bottom was pinched yet again.
  
  "Oh Suzie," Miss Ripon chided gently, "I thought you were
  Melody's friend."
  
  "I can't help it, Suzie Arles said with a giggle, "Her bum's
  just so pinchable."
  
  "And spankable," chortled Bobbie Bishop, landing another
  heavy-handed slap on poor Melody's unprotected rear.
  
  "Really, Bobbie, " Miss Ripon reproached, "you know Mr
  Atmore has said he is going to cane Melody in front of you
  all this afternoon.  If you carry on like that the poor
  girl's bottom will be dreadfully sore before he even
  begins."
  
  "That's true," acknowledged Bobbie and slapped again.
  
  Down the corridor thirteen-year-old Hal was just as unhappy
  as his sister.  His undersized but nonetheless rock-solid
  erection had been with him for hours now, wagging in front
  of him everywhere he went.  He couldn't believe how painful
  this constant rigidity could be, but being always the centre
  of attention he had no way of getting rid of it.  Matters
  were made worse by the other kids touching him whenever they
  could.  He squirmed as yet another anonymous hand squeezed
  his testicles from behind as the class made their way to the
  next lesson.  His cock swelled another millimetre,
  stretching the skin until he felt it must burst.  Tears
  stung his eyes.  And Miss Henley, who was young and
  definitely attractive, had promised to spank him during her
  History class this afternoon.
  
  Saskia was doing her best to divert attention away from
  herself by telling tales of her older brother and sister. 
  "They both had to play with themselves in front of all the
  rest of us," she told her enthralled audience, "First Hal
  had to rub of his tiny little cock until all the white stuff
  spurted out like a firework going off.  There was a lot too
  for such a little dick."
  
  "The spunk comes from his balls," interjected Lucy Arles,
  "so it doesn't matter how big his prick is."
  
  "I know, but I was just saying.  Anyway, after that Melody
  had to do her stuff.  You know, lying on her back with her
  legs open and putting her fingers right in."
  
  "Huh, and I suppose you've never done it," sneered Lucy.
  
  Saskia hesitated, knowing that however she answered would be
  bad for her.  The pack of pupils, recognising her weakness
  closed in.  "Yeah, bet you have."  "I reckon she's always
  doing it."  "Yeah, she loves it."  "Do it now."  "Yeah, Do
  it now!"
  
  "No!" yelled Saskia as the class pressed around her.
  
  "What's all this commotion?" shouted Mr Walden
  
  "It's Saskia, sir," Lucy said quickly as the pack left its
  prey, "She was boasting about her brother and sister - you
  know   masturbating!"
  
  "Saskia!  That is disgusting!  I shall arrange to punish you
  later."
                              
                             *
                              
  Back at the primary school Mr Beale was deciding what to do
  with the four younger Ambersons  Including his hand he had
  four implements and four bare bottoms.  The match appealed
  to his tidy mind.  It was now just a matter of who got what. 
  He spent a pleasant half hour considering the question, then
  he picked up a selection of implements and made his way to
  the classrooms.
  
  Posy's class was laboriously forming letters when the
  headmaster entered.  As they had been taught, they all
  respectfully stood.  Without speaking, the headmaster picked
  up little Posy by her waist and carried the squealing girl
  to the front of the class.  There, he borrowed the teachers'
  chair from behind her desk and put his left foot on it  He
  swung the little girl across his bent knee and immediately
  began to spank her upturned bare bottom with his large hand.
  
  Posy yelled loudly as the slaps landed on her chubby cheeks. 
  She kicked and struggled strenuously, but with the only
  result that she entertained her classmates.  Twelve measured
  smacks Mr Beale delivered.  The children were impressed. 
  First with the force of Mr Beale's hand, second with the
  loudness of the smacks, third with the shrillness of Posy's
  cries, fourth with the wildness of her wriggles, and fifth
  with the redness of her bottom.  They quite forgot about
  learning to write.
  
  Mr Beale went on to Nathan's class.  Once again the children
  stood, and the headmaster collected the skinny seven-year-
  old boy and led him to the front of the class.  Mr Beale sat
  and put the child across his knees, this time though he
  picked up a 'Junior 1 Type Puniform Paddle'.  This was about
  the size of a kitchen spatula, but a little thicker.  There
  was a yellow ring round the handle and the blade was
  slightly flexible.  Mr Beale Firmly applied this seven times
  to Nathan's naked little bottom, making him screech from the
  first.  As with his younger sister, Nathan's classmates were
  very amused by the boy's lively antics and he kicked and
  struggled across the headmaster's lap, revealing his little
  scrotum and bum hole to them all.
  
  Leaving the howling Nathan dancing around, rubbing his red
  bottom, Mr Beale made his way to nine-year-olds' class where
  he grasped Flora by her plaits and led her to the front.  He
  made her bend over a chair and picked up a 'Junior 2 Type
  Puniform Cane' that was an exact replica of  that used by
  their mother on Luke the night before.  Mr Beale proceeded
  to give the nude young girl nine sound strokes with the
  swishy stick while Flora wailed in distress.  By the time
  she'd finished, the child's small buttocks and the tops of
  her thighs were streaked with crimson weals.
  
  Mr Beale moved on to Luke's year classroom.  He took the
  ten-year-old boy from his place and tugged him by the ear to
  the front.  He bent him across a desk and selected a 'Junior
  2 Type Puniform Strap'.  This was about twice the width of
  the 'Level 1' that had been used on Posy the previous
  evening.  It was also thicker.  Mr Beale lashed Luke's
  exposed bottom and legs ten times.  The boy howled and
  desperately waggled and waved his lower body as he tried to
  escape the keenly stinging whacks, but he only succeeded in
  giving the other boys and girls even more fun than they were
  already having.
  
                             *
  
  At the secondary school twelve-year-old Saskia was being
  paddled by Mr Walden.  The 'Senior 1 Type Puniform Paddle'
  was similar in size and shape to a table tennis bat, though
  slightly thicker.  When Mr Walden prepared to punish her,
  Saskia thought that the humiliation of being draped naked
  across the athletic young teacher's lap was going to be the
  worst part of her ordeal, but when he began energetically to
  beat her bottom with the paddle all thoughts of dignity and
  decorum vanished from her mind.  She shrieked loudly and
  fought to escape from his insistent grip.  Her coltishly
  long legs flailed the air and her blushing bottom bounced
  and twisted.  In her frantic efforts she carelessly exposed
  her hairless pudenda to the excited gaze of her classmates. 
  But Mr Walden kept a firm grip on her bare body and
  delivered the full dozen of ferociously stinging  hits, by
  which time the class felt they knew her genitals even better
  than she did herself.
  
  When the time came for Hal's History lesson he was in a
  torment of anxiety.  His little cock was now stretched even
  further than he would have thought possible but the physical
  pain of his rigid state was almost nothing compared with his
  agony of apprehension about what was going to happen to it
  when Miss Henley started spanking him.  The inexorable
  pressure of sperm that was making his balls ache and his
  prick excruciatingly inflate was going to be released in a
  discharge of seminal fluid and there was absolutely nothing
  he could do about it.
  
  In fact, Miss Henley came prepared.  She brought with her a
  bath towel that she doubled and spread across her skirt
  before she arranged Hal on top.  So when she was spanking
  him and the combination of pain, humiliation and the
  friction from his struggles resulted in the inevitable
  explosion of semen, Miss Henley remained quite immaculate,
  and was able to complete the punishment with a flourishing
  flurry of spanks.
  
  Poor Hal was not quite so spick and span.  The front of his
  body from his pubic hair to his nipples was slickly
  spattered with spunk.  At least, once Hal had finished
  skipping around the classroom clutching his burning bottom,
  Miss Henley allowed him to go and shower.
  
  Melody was badly scared by the sight of the 'Senior 2 Type
  Puniform Cane'.  This rod was long and thick, yet thanks to
  the synthetic material of its construction, it was whippily
  flexible.  Mt Atmore was clearly itching to wield this
  formidable weapon and Melody rightly guessed that she could
  expect no leniency from his strong right arm.  The
  attractive, well-rounded teenager had to bend over and grasp
  her ankles in front of the other adolescents of her class. 
  They stared at her stretched bent bottom and, as her legs
  were slightly spread, her shadowy genitalia between her
  thighs.  Mr Atmore stood to Melody's left.  He raised his
  right and swept the cane briskly down.  It whistled through
  the air and landed with a smart 'Thwack' on the meatiest
  part of Melody's bent bottom.  The flesh was instantly
  dented along the line and a ripple of shock waves ran
  beneath the skin on either side.  Then the tissue sprang
  back into shape though now the surface was marked by a livid
  line burning the nerve endings below..
  
  Melody screamed.  She kept on screaming as time after time
  the cane sang down to meet her well-rounded buttocks. 
  Fifteen times in all the cane cut across her cheeks. 
  Fifteen horizontal lines of fire extended from just below
  the end of Melody's spine to the backs of her legs just
  above her knees.  Melody howled.  Unheeding of her
  classmates, she clutched her fiery bottom and hopped from
  foot to foot in a futile attempt to soothe the pain.  Mr
  Atmore looked on amused.
  
                             *
  
  If going to school had been bad, the journey home was worse
    much worse.  Nat and Posy were the first out of school to
  be met by their mother among other parents at the gate.  The
  children's red bottoms were objects of great interest and
  closely examined.  One the way home there was a debate as
  some mothers thought it was a shame to spank little
  children, while others thought their own kids could do with
  a well-warmed bottom and one or two considered a 'NEWDD' and
  a 'SPANC' for their own offspring.
  
  When Flora and Luke left the school they found it too
  uncomfortable to sit their sore bottoms on the bicycle
  saddles and rode all the way home standing up, giving
  passers by an even better view.  As for Melody, Hal and
  Saskia, they had to endure the rough surface of the bus
  seats (no standing allowed) on the ride home while being the
  butts (in every sense) of the taunts and jeers of their
  fellow passengers.