Naked Jensens 1: The Swimming Pool Caper (F/b, F/b, otk, aud, nc) by Nialos Leaning copyright 1997 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved. Permission for noncommercial electronic distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is hereby granted. All such distribution, re-posting and reproduction must be without alteration of this story in any way, must include this entire copyright notice, and must retain in their entireties the following statements: "The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. This story depicts two preteen boys, best friends, being spanked by one of their mothers. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material do not read further, and do not save this story." "If you don't like stories of this nature, then do not read this story. Please do understand that some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material." "This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of adults. Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful, unacceptable or undesirable. The author neither advocates, condones or personally engages in any such behavior." "This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality. The author does recognize the difference between the two." "Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome." ************************ Naked Jensens: The Swimming Pool Caper by Nialos Leaning "When I get you home tomorrow young man, you're getting the spanking of your life," my mom informed me over the phone. "But, mom," I protested, "it was Tommy's idea, too." "His mom's going to punish him for that, and you too," came the reply. "Please, mom," I pleaded through my tears, "don't let her spank me. She'll let the girls see me naked!" "Too bad, Billy. You two acted like naughty little boys too big for your britches, so now I guess you'll just have to do without," responded my angry mother. "I hear Mrs. Jensen's an expert at that! "You just better do everything she says or your punishment when you get home will be much worse." With that parting comment, mom hang up the phone. I was in big trouble, and I knew it. My parents spanked rarely, not too hard, and always over our underwear. Tommy's parents were frequent spankers, always very hard and long, who were notorious for keeping their children naked long after the spanking. In Tommy's house, the naked kid had to stay downstairs to be seen by all, even if guests visited. In the neighborhood, we called this being a "Naked Jensen." A Naked Jensen had to play with any friends who came over, while staying naked. In the summer, that often meant in the back yard. Tommy's parents sure knew how to embarrass their children! More than once I'd visited his house only to find him or one of his sisters naked. Mostly Tommy, my best friend, who being one month past his twelfth birthday was seven months older than me. Sometimes, his ten-and-a-half year old sister, Annie. A few times, but not for over a year now, his thirteen-and-a-half year old sister, Lorrie. And now, for the first time, I was about to become a Naked Jensen. And I wasn't even a Jensen, I was a Miller! I was sleeping over at Tommy's house. While swimming in his above ground backyard pool, we had the brilliant idea of trying to pull down his sisters' swim suit bottoms. We'd succeeded, but the girls' squeals had attracted their mother's attention. They had quickly made themselves decent. Now it looked like Tommy and I were the ones about to be not decent. "Okay boys, take your swim suits off," ordered Mrs. Jensen, "and don't even think about covering up." Lorrie and Annie snickered as we slowly started peeling our suits off. "Be quick about it!" snapped Tommy's mom. We hurried to comply. All too soon, I was exposed and very red faced in front of three pairs of female eyes. Tommy now had tears in his eyes. I was out and out crying. I noticed that the girls were staring at me, or rather at my privates. They had seen Tommy bare assed many times, but I was a new treat. My sister hadn't seen me nude in almost two years, my mom in six months. But here I was, standing naked and on display for three females, none from my own family. Adding to my embarrassment was the fact that in the two months since I'd last seen him naked, Billy had grown a little bit of hair "down there." For the last year, his balls had been getting bigger. Now his dick had started to grow. His privates weren't anywhere mere as big as the high school boys I sometimes saw in the Y's locker room, but definitely bigger than mine. Almost twelve, and I was still a "little" boy down below, hairless, tiny cock, small nuts. "Billy," said Tommy's mother, "I don't think it's a red face you have to worry about, but your soon to be red bottom." "Yes, ma'am," I managed to sob in reply. "Lorrie, please go get the hairbrush." "Be glad to, mom," replied Tommy's older sister. In what seemed a flash, Lorrie was back with the brush. It had a thick wide oval wood back. It looked like it would hurt a lot more than my parent's ruler. My crying increased as I realized that soon I would find out. "I don't know what's got into you two," Tommy's mom scolded us as she brandished the brush around. "You've both seen the girls nude before. Well, now they getting to see you, and for much longer than you saw them in the pool." Tommy was crying now. I was crying even harder then before, my face becoming more red. Tommy's mom walked over to a straight backed wooden chair, the only one in the living room. "Thomas, get over here, on the double," she ordered. Tommy practically ran over to his mom. Quickly, she had Tommy in position over her lap. Just as quickly she began his spanking. Time after time the brush smacked Tommy's poor bottom, really hard. I didn't think a woman could hit that hard. It didn't take long for Tommy to start kicking his legs. As the spanks continued, the faster, harder and higher he kicked. His crying was at first mixed with an occasional scream. Soon he was screaming much more often. After a while, he was screaming non-stop, sounding like the fire siren. His bottom kept getting redder and redder. For a while, I tried counting the spanks. By the thirtieth one, I was myself crying so hard and loud that I could no longer keep count. And I wasn't even the one being spanked. At least, yet I wasn't. Finally, Tommy's spanking ended. As his mom stood him up, she said, "Remember, Tommy, no rubbing that hot bottom of yours." Tommy immediately began a frantic dancing. I, and the girls, noticed that he had a boner. "Hey, look, mom," said Lorrie, "I think he liked his spanking!" Annie just giggled. "I did not!" the still loudly crying Tommy managed to blurt out while continuing to wildly dance about the room. "I don't think the state of Tommy's penis means he enjoyed the spanking," said his mom. "He's older now, I think it's just naturally reacting to all the rubbing it did against my leg." Tommy's sisters giggled at this comment. Tommy's face turned as red as mine. His hands shot down to cover his dick and balls. "Thomas," his mom immediately scolded him, "you know better than that. We don't play with ourselves in public." His sisters giggled again. As I've said, his parents sure knew how to embarrass a kid. "Hands away or back over my knee for another dose!" Tommy immediately complied with his mother's command. "William, it's your turn," said my best friend's mother. "Over here this instant." As badly as I was shaking, I don't know how I managed to make it over to Mrs. Jensen, but I did. Like with Tommy, she quickly had me over her knee. The first spank took my breath away. Then came the delayed scream. After five spanks I was crying bloody murder from the already intolerable burning in my backside. After ten spanks, I was carrying on even worse than Tommy had been at the end of his spanking. On and on it went, spank after painful spank. I was gasping so badly that I was actually having trouble crying out. I was only aware of the intense fire in my bottom. Somehow, I managed to survive the sixty or so spanks I had received. Tommy later told me that he had received almost ninety spanks. Once on my feet, I lost no time in out dancing Tommy. I was careful not to rub my butt. Through the haze of my tears and despair, I noticed that his boner seemed to be even harder and more pronounced. "See everyone, twins!" pronounced Annie as she pointed at my dick. Looking down, I noticed that while smaller, it was every bit as hard and pronounced as Tommy's. "Well," said Tommy's mom, "I guess Billy's growing up, too. At least part of him, anyway." This comment, the girl's sniggering, and my boner restored my face to a full red status. When I've been younger and still sometimes bare in front of my parents or sister, I'd never been embarrassed when they saw me with a hard on. But this was different, I was older now and the Jensens' weren't my family. "Okay, boys," instructed Tommy's mom, "go out back and play till supper time. No rubbing, no swimming, I want those bottoms staying red and hot as long as possible!" "Yes, mom," said Tommy. "Yes, Mrs. Jensen," I said. "And William," she added, "Tommy already knows this, so I'm telling you the same thing, don't even think about putting anything on. You two are to stay completely naked until I tell you otherwise. Is that clear?" "Yes," we both answered in unison. "Tommy," she continued, "just so you know, when you go home with Billy tomorrow, Mrs. Miller will be spanking you as well as Billy." "Please, mom," Billy pleaded, to no avial. "Fair's fair," was the only reply he received. "Now, outside with you two!" Once in the backyard, I asked Tommy, "How long do you think we'll have to stay naked?" "Oh, probably till your mom comes gets us tomorrow." "No way!" I shouted. "I'm embarrassed enough already. Suppose the neighbors see us out here?" "Doesn't bother them, just us," he answered. "Nothing we can do about it, anyway. What I hate worse is when friends come over. Even worse is when the girl's friends come over, mom makes me stay with them." "I would die!" I exclaimed. "Well," he responded, "at least we'll be dressed at your house." I had a scary thought. If my mom was going to spank us, maybe she would make us go home naked. It would be just terrible to have to walk the block-and-half to my house buck assed naked. "I hope so, but she's really mad. And on the phone, it sounded like she liked your mom's ideas. Suppose she makes us walk home naked?" "She wouldn't dare!" said Tommy. "God, I hope this day doesn't get any worse." Just then, Tommy's mom, sisters, and a group of five other kids appeared in the back yard. The three boys were our friends, here to play with us, the Naked Jensens. One of the girl's was Lorrie's friend, the other Annie's friend. The day had just gotten worse, and if my suspicion was right, tomorrow would be even more worse. I began crying again, right in front of all the kids. I didn't care if I was acting like the little boy I looked, I couldn't help myself. Tommy put his arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry," he said, "after a while, you get used to it, sort of." Tommy was right, sort of, as he said. I never did stop being embarrassed, never did start liking it, but after a while I just kind of accepted it. As the afternoon went on, Tommy and I had more and more fun with our friends. The girls teased us less and less, except when they would notice that one of us again had a boner, which happened to both of us several times. I never did forget that I was naked in front of everyone, but after a while that wasn't getting in the way of my fun. I couldn't do anything about being a bare ass, anyhow. In the end, I decided to have fun today and worry about tomorrow when tomorrow got here. The very red end of this episode of the doings of the Naked Jensens, including a Miller, but despair not, there are many, many more episodes to relate, some time or another.