TBC2: Taking Back Control Part 2
(public nudity, spank, mast, humil, nc, multiple FM/Bbg)
by Nialos Leaning

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a "Little Boys Shouldn't Be So Modest" Festival story
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"This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It depicts preteen
and young teen children of both sexes being subjected to a
new community program involving public nudity, sexual
humiliation, and spanking.  If you are not of a legal age in
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"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of
adults.  Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be
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unacceptable or undesirable.  The author neither advocates,
condones nor 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.
Please do understand that some of us, including the author,
enjoy such fantasy material."

"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."

* * *

This story is inspired in part by "The Little Boys Shouldn't
Be So Modest" stories by Sir Cum Sizemore available on my
site at www.asstr.org/~nialos/sizemore.html and by
the boy spanking stories of Jeffrey R. Keller found at the
Male-Male Spanking Archive at www.malespank.net

This story uses some concepts from those stories, but also
incorporates many elements not found in those programs in
order to meet the community's desire to "take back control"
and to lessen their boys' excessive false modesty.  The
characters, settings, situations and overall plot of this
story are all vastly different than those in the stories of
Messrs. Sizemore and Keller.

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Taking Back Control Part 2
by Nialos Leaning

a "Little Boys Shouldn't Be So Modest" Festival story


"Ouch, Rachel, that hurts!" a very naked and red faced Josh
Myers screamed at the girl roughly tugging on his dick.
They were sitting next to each other on the bus taking their
class back to school.  Back to school from the Community
Support Center where twelve year old Josh had just received
a very public and very painful spanking.

"Make her stop, please, Mr. Simpkins, make her stop, it
hurts so bad!"

"Sorry, Josh," calmly replied his home room teacher, "I
can't do that, she has every right to play with community
property."

"But, but," protested the now crying boy, "it's already so
sore, I can't stand it."

"Josh," responded his teacher, "you'll just have to stand
it.  It's not Rachel's fault that you were silly enough to
earn a front side spanking to go along with your back side
spanking."

"It's not fair," Josh pleaded his case, "my dick and balls
were already hurting when I got on the bus, even before
anyone touched them."

"You only have yourself to blame for that,"
unsympathetically said the unsympathetic Simpkins.

So began the rest of Josh's first day under CSC punishment,
punishment designed to teach him that "little boys shouldn't
be so modest." And to demonstrate the consequences of
defying adult authority now that "everything's changed" and
the "rules aren't the same anymore."

His school day was terrible.  Kids constantly pawed at his
hairless dick and balls, forcing an occasional dry cum.  Dry
cums for which, under his mom's rules, he had to loudly
announce "I'm cumming!"  Announcements that his schoolmates,
and even some teachers, found highly amusing.  Several times
during the day, eighth grade bullies ordered him to
masturbate himself, always in very public places, such as
the lunch room or waiting to board the bus at the end of the
day.  His pretty history teacher, Miss Tarrington, even
found a reason to spank his bare bottom in front of the
whole class.  Just because he was five seconds late getting
to his seat.  Adding to his misery, she afterwards made the
crying boy jerk off in front of everyone in the room, his
"I'm cumming!" drawing loud laughter from his classmates.

* * *

Getting off the school bus at his stop, Josh was determined
that the neighborhood would not see his exposed genitals.
Even though he knew it was against the rules, he quickly
positioned his backpack in front of his privates.

"Hey, you, holding the backpack," shouted a police officer
standing on the corner, "stop right there, don't move a
muscle."

"Yes, sir," meekly replied the blushing boy.  His father
being a police sergeant, his parents had always instilled in
him and his ten year old sister Julie the importance of
respecting and obeying officers of the law.

"Sergeant," the officer hollered to his partner up the
block, "I've caught a naked boy who's definitely breaking
the law."

"He sure is," replied Josh's dad, coming close to his son.
"Think we should cuff him and take him down to the station?"

"But dad," protested the crying Josh, "you know I have to be
naked in public."

"That's right," agreed his police officer father, "and it's
against the law for you not to."

"Then why are you arresting me?" sobbed Josh.

"You know very well It's also against our rules, and
therefore the law, for you to cover up your privates."

"Yes, dad," the still crying boy replied, quickly moving his
backpack to its usual position on his back.

"This time we won't run you in," said his father in his
gruffest police sergeant voice, "but next time any of my
officers catch you covering up, they will arrest you.  I
don't think you'll like being naked down at headquarters,
waiting for court.  Now get on home, I'll deal with this
when I get there."

"Yes, sir!" shouted the relieved Josh, starting to run
toward home.

"Don't run, walk normal," dad shouted after his retreating
son.

* * *  

"Thanks for letting me know," Josh's mother was saying to
someone on the phone as he walked in the front door.  "That
was your father, young man, telling me about you and your
backpack.  A spanking is in order, into the family room,
now!"

"But mom," he started to protest.

"No buts," she replied, "except your bare butt getting
burned up.  Move, now!"

Entering the family room, Josh discovered to his dismay that
his ten year old sister Julie had two of her friends
visiting, all three giggling girls fully dressed.

"Please, mom," Josh pleaded again, "my bottom's still sore
from this morning, and I got spanked in school, too."

"Well," came the reply, "I guess you're going to be even
sorer.  And anytime you're spanked in school, you're getting
another one at home, so you have two coming."

"No, please no," Josh persisted his pleading, "don't do
this."

"Josh," said his mother, "you're only making it worse for
yourself, you know perfectly well that now that the rules
aren't the same anymore that you have to obey adults
immediately and without arguing."

"Yes, mom, but can't we wait for dad," Josh responded,
hoping to buy a little time.  "He said he'll take care of it
when he got home."

"Oh, he will, I'm sure," said his mother, "but I'm just
adding a little extra of my own.  A little extra that's
going to include a little something extra on that little
something of yours, just like this morning."

"No!" screamed Josh, "it still hurts down there from that.
Don't, you can't!"

"Yes I can," mother calmly replied to her hysterical son.
"Anytime you're caught covering up your privates, they're
going to be spanked.  Anytime, every time."

Discussion over, the already loudly sobbing Josh found
himself, sans backpack, quickly draped over his mother's lap
for a long hard bare bottom spanking.  A spanking with a
quarter inch thick ping pong paddle that had him screaming
ever incessantly louder and louder as his incessantly redder
and redder bottom burned incessantly hotter and hotter.
Julie and her friends couldn't help from constantly giggling
at the bigger boy's plight.

Finally, the last blow landed on the wailing boy's crimson
behind, eliciting the loudest scream yet.  Quickly his mom
had him on his feet.  Just as quickly, before he could even
begin to think about rubbing the sting and burn away, he was
again on his mother's lap.  This time, sitting up, facing
out, his back held tightly to his mom's front, his legs
spread wide by her feet, his defenseless vulnerable dick and
balls on lewd display for all to see.

As quickly as he was positioned, Josh's mother had a wood
ruler in hand.  A ruler that immediately smashed down hard
onto his very public privates.  The shrill scream was
immediate, loud, and ear splitting, outdoing all those from
his backside punishment.

"When you're naked, you do not cover these up, ever," Josh's
mom loudly admonished him, punctuating her words with hard
sound ruler smack to his ever sorer, ever redder, ever more
painful genitals.

When she released the wildly screaming, wildly gyrating boy,
he immediately crumpled to the ground in a fetal position.
His hands flew toward his bruised, swollen, aching boy
parts.  

"I wouldn't touch those if I were you," warned his mother,
"you know what happened this morning at CSC to those two
boys who did."  Josh did know, his dad had cuffed their
hands behind their backs.  Wanting none of that, with
supreme effort, he managed to move his hands from the danger
zone.  The laughter of his sister and her friends
embarrassingly echoed in his ears.

"Good boy," commented his mom, "I think you're learning
about not covering up."

* * *

Soon after Josh had calmed down from his ordeal with his
mom, Julie's friends left for home.  Nothing more happened
until his dad arrived home a little before dinner time.

"Bath time," he announced as soon as he entered the family
room, where brother and sister were watching television.
Complying with the family rule, Julie immediately began
undressing.  Having witnessed what their mom had done to
Josh, she wasn't taking any chances.  Quickly, the blushing
girl was standing nude in front of her entire family,
including her bare brother.  

"Julie, come over here," demanded her dad.  Daughter
obediently went to her father.  "I think it's time we did
your weekly genital exam," dad informed daughter."

Red faced, she meekly nodded her understanding.  She knew
protesting would only mean a spanking and naked time; she
wanted to be spanked and naked as little as possible.

With her mom guiding and encouraging, soon her father's
fingers were exploring her most intimate places.  His
fingers rubbed up and down her pussy lips, stoked her
clitoris, invaded her slit, spread her wide, exposed her
vaginal opening.  A vaginal opening into which his finger
tip rudely intruded, causing more than mild discomfort.  
"Yep, still intact," confirmed father to mother, "I can feel
her hymen."

"That's good," answered mother to father.

Father kept fingering daughter, until she had a very
obvious, very physical, very energetic climax.

"No fair," claimed Josh, "she didn't say she was cumming."

"That's right, and that's a spanking," said mother Myers.

"Well next time, it will be," said father Myers.

"But, but," Josh began to protest this latest unequal
treatment of the sexes, "that's not fair."

"Just like you got a free pass from me this afternoon, she's
getting one now.  But there won't be another, for either of
you," answered Mr. Myers.

"Now Josh," said his mom, "time for your exam, over here
please."

Reluctantly, Josh went to his mother.  A mother who
immediately grabbed at his small hairless boy parts, feeling
and squeezing his balls like Dr. Chambers had shown her,
inspecting and stroking his still sore little penis.  A
penis that rapidly became hard under her ministering hands.
Hands that kept stroking till Josh went into his to her cute
little boy dry cum dance.  "I'm cumming!" he loudly, and
wisely shouted, feet tapping uncontrollably, body shuddering
violently, mouth moaning continuously, tears streaming down
his face from the unbearable intermixture of pleasure and
pain.

When Josh came down from his orgasmic high, his dad slapped
Julie's bare bottom.  "Now, sweetheart, that's what you have
to shout every time you cum, or be spanked."

"Yes dad," Julie acknowledged her father's instructive
threat.

"Now," he said, smacking her bottom again, "go take your
bath."  Tears silently running down her face, the naked girl
hurried off before her dad's hand could once more find her
bare behind.

When she returned from her bath, following the rules, Julie
went to her father for inspection.  He declared her to be
acceptably clean.

"Please dad," asked Julie, "can I put my nightgown on now?"

"No, honey," he answered, "I think it would be good if you
stayed naked for a while."

Josh was surprised at this denial.  Julie's after bath rule
was different from his.  Even when not being punished, after
bathing he had to stay naked till the next morning.  Julie
could put her nightgown on as soon as a parent gave
permission.  Last night, that permission had come right
after her inspection.  Even though he was glad to have the
sight and company of his naked sister, Josh couldn't help
wonder why she had to stay nude tonight.

"Okay, Josh," instructed his mother, "go take your shower."
Josh retreated from the room as rapidly as his sister had,
glad for the momentary reprieve from prying eyes gazing upon
his naked body.  After his shower, he reported to his mom
for his inspection.  To his acute embarrassment, she had him
bend over and spread his bottom cheeks so she could examine
his hole.  She even stuck a finger up there, causing him to
yelp in pain.  

"All clean," she declared, withdrawing her finger and
smacking his bare behind.

For the second night in a row Josh ate dinner naked, Julie
for the first time.  Once the pots, pans, and dishes had
been washed, dried, and put away by the naked kids, the
doorbell rang.  

"Josh, please answer the door," his mother told him.

"But, mom," he protested for the endless time that day, "I'm
naked."

"So what," she answered, "whoever it is will be seeing you
naked anyway as soon as they're in here."

"But, But," blubbered the now blubbering boy."

"Do, it," ordered his dad.  "That's an extra spanking for
not doing what told when told."

Josh opened the door.  Standing outside where five people he
didn't know.  A man, a woman, two boys and a girl.

"Hello, you must be Josh," said the woman.  "I'm Mrs.
Barrington from your mother's office.  She invited us over
this evening."

"Please come in," said the flustered blushing bare boy, not
wanting to stand exposed at the front door any longer than
necessary.

"Thank you," replied Mrs. Barrington.  Following the naked
Josh into the family room, the three giggling Barrington
children couldn't help but constantly stare at him, and when
they spotted her, Julie.

"Blyth, glad you could make it," said Mrs. Myers to her co-
worker.  

"So am I, Beth" came the reply.

"Everyone," Mrs. Myers began the introductions, "this is
Blyth Barrington, she just started working with me at the
office. "

"Nice to meet you all," said the ever polite Sergeant Myers.
"I'm Tom, Beth's husband.  These two are Josh and Julie."

The oldest Barrington boy obviously wanted to say something,
but before he could his mother started introducing her
family.  "Nice to meet you all," she said.  "This is my
husband Bryce."

"Hello," said Bryce Barrington.

"Kids, introduce yourselves, name and age, oldest first,"
instructed Blyth Barrington.

"I'm Brady, thirteen," said eldest boy Brady Barrington.

"I'm Brooke, I'm eleven," said middle girl Brooke
Barrington.

"I'm Blake, and I'm almost ten," said youngest boy Blake
Barrington.
 
"Ten in seven more months," clarified an amused Bryce
Barrington. "Josh, how old are you?"

"I'm twelve," the still blushing boy responded, acutely
aware that unbidden and unwanted by him, his dick was hard
and pointing up toward the guests.

"I'm ten," chimed in Julie, not waiting to be prompted.

"Beth tells me that you're new to town, just moved in last
weekend."

"That's right," confirmed Bryce Barrington.  "I've taken a
job as chief of the new Parental Assistance Unit in the
District Attorney's office."

"What does that unit do?" asked Beth Myers.

"We assist in getting kids to obey parents, teachers, and
other adults in charge of them."

"How do you do that?" Beth asked, primarily for the benefit
of her kids.  Tom had previously explained to her what the
PAU office did.

"We can make suggestions to parents and teachers, counsel
and warn the kids, impose extra punishment ourselves, send
them to CSC, or if absolutely necessary, bring them before
juvenile court."

"Josh," interjected his father, "if we had arrested you this
afternoon, it's Mr. Barrington's office that would had
handled your case."

"Oh," Bryce arched his eyebrows, "what did Josh do?"  This
question was mostly for the benefit of his children, the
ever diligent Sergeant Myers having forwarded a copy of the
incident report to the PAU office.

"When he got off the school bus, naked as required,"
explained Tom, "my partner spotted him covering up his
privates with his backpack.  He still has a spanking coming
tonight for that."

"Covering up definitely is illegal," confirmed the
prosecutor in charge of making sure kids who were supposed
to be naked were naked.
   
"You would arrest and spank your own son for not showing his
privates off?" asked an incredulous Brady.

"I sure would, that's part of my job as a police sergeant
and as a father."

"Speaking of jobs and sergeants, I almost forgot to give you
this," said Bryce, handing Tom a manila envelope.  "You're
no longer a sergeant."

Nervously Tom extracted from the envelope a letter from the
police commissioner, a personnel change of status notice,
official assignment orders, and the insignia of a lieutenant
of police.      

"Wow, I didn't expect this," exclaimed a happy Lieutenant
Myers.  "I knew I was at the top of the promotion list, but
didn't expect an opening till Turk Turner retires next year.

"Read the letter and assignment order, that'll explain it,"
said Bryce Barrington.  Tom quickly scanned the two
docuements.

"What is it honey?" prompted Beth.

"I've been appointed head of a new unit, the Parental
Enforcement Patrol.  Basically, we're the police component
working with PAU in enforcing the laws about kids obeying
the orders and rules of the adults in charge of them."

"We decided this week," explained Bryce, "that it would be
useful to have a dedicated police unit for this.  Everyone
we talked to in the police department agreed that you were
the perfect person to run that unit.  From everything I've
heard about you, and what little I've seen tonight, I
agree."

"Thank you, It'll be a pleasure working with you.  When do I
start?"

"Your promotion is effective midnight tonight, you're off
for the weekend, and report for duty first thing Monday
morning.  By the way, you may want to start thinking about
those officers you especially went in your unit, you can
request whoever you think best for the job."

"I do have several in mind," admitted Tom.

* * *

After a few happy minutes celebrating his promotion, Tom
decided it was time to move back to the real purpose behind
the Barrington family's visit.

"Josh," said his father, "It's time for your spanking for
your backpack nonsense."

"But dad," Josh complained, "mom's already spanked me for
that."

"I've told you," said his mother, "that was a little extra
from me and that daddy would also deal with it when he got
home."

"And for arguing," his dad added to his punishment, "you can
jerk off for us all, right now, right here."

"Dad, no!" protested Josh.  "Not in front of them."

"Stand up and do it, now, or I'll have them do it for you,"
countered his father, pointing to the three Barrington
youngsters.

Slowly Josh stood and hesitantly began beating off his sore
dick for his audience.  Following a warning word from his
mother, he rapidly picked up the pace.  All too soon for the
furiously blushing boy, a violent body shuddering dry cum
overtook him.  It was almost over before his tongue caught
up with his brain's frantic signals to embarrassingly shout
out the required "I'm Cumming!"

The adults all applauded his performance, the three stunned
Barrington children sat silent, mouths agape.  Recovering
first, Brady asserted, "No one's going to make me do that."

Bolstered by his big brother's lead, Blake stated, "no way
anyone's making me get naked."

"Me neither," joined in Brooke.

"That's what you think," countered their mother.  "We've
only been here a week, but I'm sure you've all seen the
posters about the rules not being the same anymore."

"That's what my new job is all about," added their father.
"Because you only started your new schools this week, you've
missed many of the classes about this.  But what it boils
down to is that adults are in control, we make the rules,
kids obey."

"If we tell you to get naked, you get naked," said their
mother."

"That's because," said Beth, "kids, especially little boys,
shouldn't be so modest."

"Well, I'm not a little boy," said Brady.

"Me neither," declared Blake.

"Yes you are, both of you," said their mother, "and I want
you to get naked, now!"

"You too, Brooke," said her father.

"No way!" all three echoed in unison.

"Josh," said his mother, "explain the modesty rules to them,
just like you did yesterday at the doctor's office."  An
embarrassed, naked, red faced Josh stood in front of the
Barrington brood, explaining the new "facts of life" that
for kids modesty and privacy were privileges, not rights.

Beth then explained the modesty rules she and Tom had
established for their kids, including after bath nudity,
weekly genital exams, mandatory weekly masturbation, and all
of Josh's Jerking Off rules, rules which also applied to
Julie.  The Barrington parents liked all these so much they
adopted them on the spot.        
       
"I know you all showered before we came over here," said Mr.
Barrington to his trio of refusing to undress kids, "so not
only are you disobeying an order to get naked, you're
breaking a family rule."

"That's two spankings each," said Mrs. Barrington, wishing
to quickly establish her authority over her offspring in the
matter.

"But mom," protested the ever vocal, ever ready to be
contrary Brady, "we're not at home."

"But we're at someone else's house, and that's a private
place, so strip, now!"

"You have two minutes, or else," threatened their father.

* * *      

Two minutes later, little Blake was the first bare
Barrington, hands firmly clamped over his little genitals.

"Blake, hands away," demanded his mother.  "You don't want
Lieutenant Myers arresting you, do you?"

Immediately, the blushing little boy uncovered his hairless
dick and balls, having no wish to be "arrested" by the
police.

"Brady, Brooke, what's the problem?" demanded their father
of the two partially clad youngsters.  Brady was still in
his boxers, Brooke in her panties and shirt.  "You two have
extra punishment coming now, and it'll only get worse the
longer you take."

Crying, Brooke slowly pulled off her shirt, then even more
slowly, her panties.  Despite the previous warning to her
younger brother, she couldn't help cupping one hand over her
hairless pussy and using the arm of the other hand to cover
her small, just starting to sprout barely noticeable bare
breasts.  

"Brooke," her father sternly said, "get those hands away,
now."  Reluctantly, the blushing girl dropped her hands,
exposing herself in all her glory to one and all.

Meanwhile, the blushing Brady stood frozen in place, a small
tent evident in the young teen's boxers.

"Brady, boxers off, now," commanded the distraught boy's
father.  Still no move from the crying, red faced boy.

"Brooke, go take off your brother's underwear," father
ordered daughter.  

That got Brady moving.  "No, no, stay away from me," he
screamed as he quickly backed away from his advancing
sister.  

Just as quickly, Tom grabbed the retreating Brady, pinning
the boy's struggling arms behind his back.  Gleefully,
Brooke approached her now held in place big brother, rapidly
pulling his boxers down and off.

Immediately Brady's boner bounced up, almost touching his
lightly haired pubic area.  Josh couldn't help but notice
that while somewhat bigger than his own, Brady's genitals
were somewhat smaller than the thirteen year old boy
punished with him at CSC earlier today.

"Brady," intoned his father in his toughest prosecutor
voice, "for giving us such a hard time about undressing, I
want your dick hard for the rest of the evening, I don't
care how many times you cum."

"Matter of fact," said his mom, not wanting to be left out
in exerting control over her children, "you're to cum for us
right now, before the spankings start.  Start jerking off,
now!"

"I can't, I can't," blustered the embarrassed teen, "I just
can't."

"Yes you can, and will," responded his father, giving his
errant son's bare behind a hard smack.  "Start rubbing,
now!" accompanied three more blistering burning hand spanks.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the sobbing Brady began rubbing his
erect dick.

"Faster," demanded his mother. "The longer you take, the
longer your spanking."  Brady picked up the pace, his red
face reddening noticeably redder.

"Why are you making us do this?" hesitantly asked the crying
masturbating Brady.

"Because," answered his father, "you three need to learn
that adults, not you, are in control."

"And," added his mother, "because kids, especially little
boys, need to learn to be less modest."

"Besides," continued his dad, "as the district attorney in
charge of making sure kids obey adults, it wouldn't look
good if I went easier on my own children than on other
people's kids."    

"Perhaps a little visual stimulation will help," said Tom,
determined to show the chief prosecutor of PAU that the
police commander of PEP could be just as tough with his own
children. "Julie, come up here and face Brady."

Reluctantly, Julie complied, standing about four feet in
front of the older boy.  "Now, start masturbating yourself,
and keep going till you've cum."

"But dad," she somewhat out of character started to protest,
"I didn't do anything."

"Doesn't matter," her mother joined in the toughness game.
"Isn't the rule we can make you masturbate anytime you're
naked in private, no matter the reason and anytime that for
punishment you're naked in public?"

"Yes, mom," she meekly replied.

"And isn't it also a rule," asked her father, "that you
always have to at least once a week masturbate in front of
the family?"

"Yes, dad," came the reply.

"Have you yet done so this week?"

"No dad," the blushing little girl answered.

"Well then," her father patiently continued, "think of this
as being your weekly session.  If you're lucky and behave
yourself, you probably won't have to do it again till next
weekend."

"No fair," complained Josh as Julie began rubbing her
hairless slit.  "How come you're only making her do it once
a week, and you make me do it several times a day?"

"Josh," his exasperated mother not so patiently explained,
"for one thing, like we've told you before, girls need to be
more modest than boys.  For another, until now Julie hasn't
been under punishment, you have."

"And for another," dad put in his two cents, "there's no
guarantee she won't have to do this again before next
weekend.  It partly depends on what your mother and I feel,
but mostly on how she behaves."

"If you've noticed," his mom elaborated, "other than that
first time at the doctor's yesterday, every time we've made
you jerk off, you were either arguing, disobeying, or being
defiant."
                       
"In other words," dad clarified, in case his twelve year old
missed the point, "our making you masturbate is a punishment
for your misbehavior."

"As is your masturbating and being masturbated while
community property," added his mom.

"For arguing about this," declared Josh's dad, "you're to
join Brady and Julie and start jerking off your community
property.  Like Brady, I want your little dick hard all
evening."

Not to be out toughened by Lieutenant Myers, Prosecutor
Barrington took a tough stance with his other two children.
"Brooke, Blake, get up here and join the others in
masturbating yourselves.  None of you three are to stop
before I say so."

"That goes for you two, too," said Tom to his children,
getting in the last word of the initial skirmish of the
battle of the toughest parent.  

* * *

"I'm Cumming!" Brady shouted out, several white drops
spurting a short distance from his dick before landing on
his hands.  Somehow, the very embarrassed first of the five
kids to cum had the presence of mind to remember that he had
to announce all orgasms.

Blake, despite being the last to begin masturbating, was
next to cum, shakily shouting out his own "Im cumming!"  

"Boys, keep going," said the Barrington patriarch, "you
don't stop till everyone's cum at least once."

"Josh, Julie, that means you too," said the Myers matriarch.

"I'm cumming!" shouted a shuddering Josh, his intense dry
orgasm overpowering his body.

Before either girl came, little Blake was announcing his own
second dry cum of the evening.  Almost immediately after,
Julie was announcing her own orgasm, quickly followed by
Brooke.  Before Brooke finished announcing her cum, both
Josh and Brady came again, Josh his usual dry cum, Brady's
wet cum again coating his hand.  The two oldest boys were
still proclaiming their cums to the world when Blake
experienced his third dry cum in the past ten minutes.

"Okay, you can stop now," Mr. Barrington instructed his
trio.

"So can you," Mr. Myers told his duo.

"Now for some spankings," said Mrs. Myers.

The two fathers spanked the two girls.  Bryce, armed with
the ruler, gave his daughter fifteen hard smacks before
passing the loudly crying girl over to Tom.  Lieutenant
Myers immediately commenced giving Brooke ten extremely hard
blows of the paddle, while Prosecutor Barrington treated
Julie to fifteen painful kisses of the ruler.  After the
fifteenth ruler spank, Bryce handed over the wildly bawling
girl on his lap to her father for own her ten doses of the
paddle.

While the two furiously bottom rubbing loudly sobbing girls
vigorously danced around, the mothers went to work on the
bare bottoms of the three boys.  Beth had the ruler, Blyth
the paddle.  First Blake got his fifteen and ten, then Josh,
and finally Brady.

Just as Brady was joining the others in a wild dance of the
spanked, the men decided that he and Josh also deserved
something from their fathers.  Quickly, the two oldest boys
were suffering a repeat application of ruler and paddle, the
dads hitting considerably harder than the moms.      
       
Once all five youngsters had calmed down somewhat from the
furnaces ignited in their bottoms, things got worse for the
boys, much worse.

"Blake," said his mother, "seems to me you did a no-no when
you undressed.  You covered up your privates.  That's an
automatic spanking to those parts."

"Brady, you can wipe that smirk off your face," said Bryce
Barrington to his eldest son.  "For all the fuss you made
about getting naked, you're joining in the fun."

"As is Josh," said Tom Myers, "for his little backpack act."

"But, dad," Josh unwisely protested, "mom's already spanked
me down there for that."

"I told you before," said his mother, "that my spanking was
just an extra from me, that your father would give you your
spankings for the backpack."

"Yeah, well how come the girls aren't being spanked on their
fronts?"

"Because," responded his mother, "little girls need less
punishment than little boys before they'll learn to obey."

"Josh," said his irate father, "for arguing, you're getting
a special punishment when we're out tomorrow."

The two moms were delegated responsibility for the genital
spankings, the two dads being afraid of being a little too
hard on little dicks and balls.

As the front side spankings progressed, the intense banshee
like shrieking of the seriously sorely hurting boys could be
heard out on the street by a passing patrol car.  A week
ago, the two officers would had immediately investigated,
fearing the worse.  Tonight, they simply shrugged their
shoulders, glanced at each other, and continued on their
way.  They figured that the sergeant was merely giving the
kids some badly needed good and proper correction.  They
didn't realize the sergeant was now a lieutenant, word about
Tom's promotion and new assignment having not yet filtered
down to the rank and file.  Nor did they know that they were
on the Lieutenant's short list of people he wanted in his
unit.  

Inside the house, things got much better for the girls, but
not the boys.

"Julie," said her now benevolent father, "you can go put on
your nightgown. But be back here in five minutes."

"Come on," Julie urged Brooke, "I'll show you my room."

"Brooke, take your clothes with you," said her not to be
outdone in benevolence father, "you can put them on when
you're in Julie's room."

"No fair!" Josh repeated his favorite refrain, "how come
they get to dress?"

"Yeah," Brady and Blake chorused in tandem agreement.

"Josh, I told you before," mother told son again, "that
girls need to be more modest than boys."

"And besides," added his dad, "little boys shouldn't be so
modest."

"You have that right," Blyth Barrington agreed with her
hosts, glaring at her own two boys.

When the nightgown clad Julie and fully dressed Brooke
returned, the three boys' misery escalated considerably.

"Hey, Bryce, what do you think, time for a little circle
jerk?" Tom asked the other dad in the room.

"Excellent idea," Bryce opined.    

In short order, despite their vociferous protests, the boys
were circle jerking each other.  Josh doing Brady, Brady
doing Blake, Blake doing Josh.  Blake dry came twice before
Josh had his dry cum and Brady his wet cum.  A wet cum that
left the unlucky Josh's hand sticky and slimly.

"I didn't hear anyone say they were cumming, said daddy Tom,
"that's a spanking each."

"Do it again," commanded daddy Bryce, "and remember to call
out your cums."

So again Blake dry came twice, Josh once, and Brady again
wetted Josh's hand.    

After their double circle jerk session, all three boys,
bottoms already blazing bright red, underwent another round
of backside burning spankings.  While the boys pranced
around trying to ease the fire in their hindquarters, the
two mommies conferred in a low voice.

Once the boys had slowed down to an occasional sob and foot
tap, the two ladies put their plan into action.

"Boys, stand still," demanded Blyth.

"Julie," directed Beth, "start jerking off Brady."

"Brooke, you do Josh," ordered her mother.

Without protest, the two clothed little girls eagerly and
enthusiastically attacked their assigned peckers, much to
the disliking of the peckers' naked owners.

"Blake, get over here," Blyth demanded of her youngest.
Reluctantly he went to his mother.  Immediately, all four
parents took turns tweaking Blake's little tool to multiple
dry orgasms, one from each adult.  By the time Blake had his
fourth, Josh had two dry cums of his own and Brady had
coated Julie's hand once.

When the girls finished diddling Josh and Brady, both boys,
to their extreme dismay and discomfort, had to endure a
third round of spankings.  Including for good measure a few
more  unendurable smacks to their already aching dicks and
balls.

Finally, the evening drew to a close and the Barringtons
prepared to leave.

"I strongly recommend," said Beth as she and Tom escorted
their guests to the front door, "that with the hard time
your three gave you tonight, you bring them to CSC tomorrow
to reinforce your right to make the rules."

"I agree," said Tom, "Julie's definitely joining her brother
there tomorrow.  We've warned both that any disputing our
commands meant a trip to CSC."

"I think that's an excellent idea," said Bryce.  "It's
exactly what I would recommend to any parent in my office
under the same circumstances, if I didn't make the referral
myself."

"We'll meet you there in the morning with these three," said
Mrs. Barrington, pointing to her children.  Both boys were
still naked, Brady, as ordered earlier, sporting a boner.
"Neither of the boys will be needing these before then," she
added, waving around the bag containing both of her sons'
clothing.

"Maybe we can all go to the mall afterwards," said the ever
eager to shop Beth, "I hear that they have some new shops
that'll help us in 'taking back control' and dealing with
the false modesty issue."

"It's a date," said the just as happy to shop Blyth as she
ushered her charges out the front door.

"See you at nine tomorrow, and thanks for coming," Beth
hollered out to the Barrington clan as  they walked to their
van.  Once her guests pulled away from the curb, she closed
the front door.  Turning to her two, she announced, "bed
time, now."  Both kids were only too happy to scamper away
to their rooms, temporarily safe from harm's way and prying
eyes.

Thus ended Josh's embarrassing, humiliating, painful day of
learning that adults indeed were "taking back control" and
that "little boys shouldn't be so modest."  Tomorrow, he
knew to his dismay, the lessons would only start all over
again.