TJK6: The Jeffers Kids Nightmare
Friday Follies
(public nudity, spank, mast, oral, anal, humil, nc, multiple FM/BGgb)
by Nialos Leaning
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"This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It depicts preteen
and young teen children of both sexes being punished under a
new program involving public nudity, sexual humiliation, and
spanking. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to
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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
illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful,
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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,
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"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."
* * *
This story is inspired by the various "Naked in School"
stories that are periodically posted online and by the old
"Alternate Disciple Protocol" stories that were posted on
the Stripping and Humiliation board a few years ago. The
Nudity Enhanced Punishment program, NUDEP, that is the
subject of this story uses some concepts from those stories,
but also incorporates many elements not found in those
programs to meet the community's desire for an effective
punishment mechanism. The characters, settings, situations
and overall plot of this story are all vastly different than
those of the NIS and ADP stories.
* * *
The Jeffers Kids Nightmare Friday Follies
by Nialos Leaning
"Jeffrey, please try to stay out of trouble today," mother
scolded son, a hard slap to his bare bottom emphasizing her
point.
"I'll try," replied the naked ten year old, already red
faced at the prospect of again on this bright sunny Friday
morning exposing his hairless little genitals to the world.
"That goes for you two also," Mrs. Jeffers turned her
attention to her eldest two. Like their younger brother,
eleven year old Jessica and thirteen year old Jeffrey were
completely naked, except for shoes and socks. All three
were beginning their sixth straight day of unwillingly
participating in their community's new Nudity Enhanced
Punishment program. A program comprising of continuous
public nudity and embarrassment coupled with multiple rounds
of spankings, masturbation sessions, and sexual
humiliations.
"Yes, mom," responded Jeremy.
"That's my plan," confirmed Jessica.
"I want all three of you in good shape for tonight's show,"
Mrs. Jeffers informed her naked trio.
"I still don't like the idea of this show," protested Jeremy
for the umpteenth time since learning about it last night.
"Doesn't matter, you, and almost all the other NUDEP kids,
are going to be in it."
"How many kids is that?" asked Jeffrey.
"As of last night, about sixty kids in the district are in
NUDEP," his mom informed him.
"How come we didn't know about it till last night?" inquired
Jessica.
"Because, like dad and I told you at dinner," mother again
enlightened daughter, "the people putting the show together
only had the idea yesterday. Weren't you paying attention
last night?" Jessica blushed, one of the reasons her
parents put her in NUDEP was her habit of not always paying
attention in school.
"I don't want to be on TV again," Jeffrey added his
complaint. "Wednesday night at the basketball game was bad
enough."
"That's tough, like it or not, you're going to be on stage
tonight at the college theater and on television, The whole
state's going to see you, you're going to be stars, naked
little stars."
"No we won't," Jeremy shouted at his mom, "we'll only get
teased worse than we already do about the basketball game."
"Young man," mother admonished son, giving his bare behind
four hard spanks, "you don't raise your voice to me, ever.
Next time you do, you'll be in NUDEP for a month, not a
week."
"Sorry, mom," came the mumbled apology.
* * *
On their walk to the school bus stop Jessica complained to
her naked siblings, "this show thing sure sucks."
"It sure does," agreed Jeremy, "in more ways than one. I
bet all of us end up sucking off each other on stage."
"Yuck, I hate doing that," said Jeffrey.
"Me, too," agreed Jessica.
"I'm with you on that," Jeremy made it unanimous.
"At least school gets out early for the show," Jessica tried
brightening the mood.
"Well, there's that," said Jeremy, "and today is our last
day of being naked in school."
"Except for your wrestling match tomorrow," Jeffrey reminded
his older brother.
"Yeah, don't remind me," replied Jeremy. "You're lucky you
dropped out of the club this year."
"Guess so," said Jeffrey.
At the bus stop, the Jeffers met up with the five other
members of the Bayberry Bare Bunch, the collective name for
the eight NUDEP kids from their block, Bayberry Circle.
Jeffrey immediately joined his best buddy, eleven year old
Brandon Cirillo. A blushing Brandon whose hairless
genitals, slightly larger than Jeffrey's, were busily being
fondled and masturbated by some of the dressed kids.
Immediately, some of the wandering hands found their way to
Jeffrey's far from private privates. The other two
elementary school kids, ten year old Bobby Branson and nine
year old Megan DeMarco were similarly being rudely mauled.
Both were hairless, Bobby's little boy package about the
same size as Jeffrey's and Brandon's. Megan was very
obviously still a very much very flat chested little girl.
Jeremy joined his best buddy and fellow wrestler, Megan's
fourteen year old brother Danny. Bobby's big brother,
twelve year old Barry, stood next to Danny. All three boys
were quickly and roughly being attacked by probing, rubbing,
squeezing hands.
Of the three middle school boys, Danny was the most
developed, with the biggest dick and balls, and the most
pubic hair. Jeremy's boy equipment, topped by a sparse
patch of hair, was noticeably larger than his younger
brother's, but noticeably smaller than his best friend's.
Barry's hairless genitals were only slightly smaller than
Jeremy's. All three were wet cummers, unlike the younger
three Bayberry Bare Bunch boys. Danny produced adult
thickness white cum, Jeremy a thinner, but still white, cum.
While the oldest two were shooters, Barry was a dribbler,
oozing out a few clear drops each time he came.
Jessica stood near her big brother. Eager hands were quick
to molested her hairless except for a few strands at the top
pussy and small little breast bumps.
"I'm cumming!" shouted out Brandon, the first to do so this
morning. NUDEP rules required that each cum be loudly
proclaimed; a spanking being the penalty for not doing so.
"I'm cumming!" hair trigger Jeffrey immediately joined his
buddy in an orgasmic dance of dry cumming.
And so the wait for the bus went, one cum after another.
When the elementary bus arrived, Jeffrey and Brandon had
each cum three times, Bobby and Megan twice. To the
amusement of their fellow students, all four middle school
kids had been brought off twice each before their own bus
finally arrived.
* * *
Arriving at the middle school, the Bayberry Circle
contingent were summoned with the school's other four NUDEP
participants to the principal's office.
"Oh, no," moaned Danny, "what torture do they have in mind
today?"
"I don't know," replied eleven year old Ronnie, his hairless
little boy genitals swaying with each step he took. Ronnie
was the smallest, youngest boy on the school wrestling team.
"It's got to be worse than yesterday," stated twelve year
old Jonathan, the fourth member of the wrestling team to be
in NUDEP. While still hairless, his genitals were larger
than Jeremy's. Unlike Ronnie, who was a dry cummer,
Jonathan was wet, capable of shooting clear spurts a short
distance.
"It always is," affirmed thirteen year old Karen, her small
breasts pointing firmly forward, her lightly haired pussy on
display to the entire school.
"Always," agreed twelve year old Susan. Her pussy was
slightly less lightly haired than the older Karen's, but her
breasts, nipples erect, were slightly larger.
"Well, we'll soon find out," said Jessica as they entered
the office.
"Sure will," agreed big brother Jeremy.
"It's going to be bad," lamented Barry, "I just know it is."
"I know yesterday was very hard for you," Principal Markey
wasted no time in beginning his spiel.
"It was impossible," responded an animated Jeremy, "you try
going around all day hard and aroused without cumming."
"Well, I don't have to," replied Mr. Markey, "I'm not in
NUDEP, you are."
"It isn't fair," chimed in Danny, reinforcing his best
friend and fellow wrestler Jeremy, "being spanked all those
times for something we couldn't help but do."
"Yeah," Jonathan joined his teammates' protest, "there was
no way we could not cum."
"Like we've been telling you," the assistant principal, Mrs.
Slayer, entered the discussion, deliberately leering at
Jonathan's now erect dick, "no one said NUDEP was fair."
"Of course it isn't," interjected Mr. Markey. "The trouble
your misbehavior causes your parents, this school, and the
community isn't fair to them and us. So why should your
punishment be fair?"
"It still stinks," half murmured Ronnie, his little boy
member joining Jonathan's in full salute.
"Be that as it may," Mr. Markey took back control of the
discussion, determined to quash this minor palace revolt
before it could take hold, "I have good news about today."
"Yeah, I'll bet," commented Jeremy.
"Watch your attitude young man," admonished Mrs. Slayter.
"As you're be representing this school," Principal Markey
delivered his good news, "we want you in as good condition
as possible for your performance at tonight's show."
"What does that mean?" asked Danny.
"It means," answered the principal, "that staff and students
are being instructed to go easy on you today."
"Mandatory relief and the touching time rules still apply,"
elaborated Assistant Principal Slayter, "but no special
rules are allowed today."
"Now, get to class," ordered Mr. Markey. "Oh, by the way,
for you wrestlers, Coach Hines will have a special
announcement at practice about tomorrow's match."
As they left the office, Danny commented to Jeremy, "Maybe
they've changed their minds and we'll be able to wear our
singlets tomorrow."
"That'll be great," replied Jeremy. "I don't want to
wrestle naked in front of a bunch of people."
"Neither do I," seconded Jonathan, "and I especially don't
want to be cumming in front of them, either."
"It'll be good if you can be in uniform," said Karen, "but
right now I think we have to worry about tonight."
"I agree," said Jessica, "if they're going easy on us today,
they must be planning something terrible tonight."
"Terrible," echoed Ronnie.
* * *
Over at the elementary school, the scene was very much the
same as at the middle school. In the hallway, near the main
entrance, Principal Saunders and Jeffrey's teacher, Mrs.
Stansky, had all nine NUDEP youngsters gathered around them.
Nine naked prepubescents, all with hairless genitals, the
boys' packages still little boy small, the girls' chests all
flat.
"Tommy Tomaselli, pay attention," Mr. Saunders cautioned the
trouble making ten year old.
"Yes, sir," the blushing boy responded, his hard little dick
pointing straight up toward the ceiling.
"As you know," the principal started, "you're all going to
be in a show tonight, a very special show."
"Why do we have to?" enquired nine year old Kevin Garlow.
"Yeah, why?" eight year old Crystal concurred with her
brother.
"NUDEP is an experiment being tested first in this school
district," said Mrs. Stansky. "We want to show the rest of
the state just how well it's working."
"It's not fair," shouted out ten year old Leah, "I don't
want to be naked on TV."
"Leah, lower your voice," commanded Principal Saunders.
"Shout out again and I'll forget all about not being too
hard on you today, you'll get the worse spanking anyone's
had all week."
"Yes, sir," the already crying girl meekly replied.
"You're not going to be too hard on us today?" asked ten
year old Monica.
"That's right," replied Mr. Saunders. "You still have to
follow the rules, but we'll spank less often, and not as
hard."
"Why?" asked Megan. Being a bright girl, she knew there had
to be a reason, a reason none of the kids would likely like.
"Because," answered Mrs. Stansky, "when you appear before
all those people tonight, you represent this school. We
what you all to put on the best performance possible."
"Of everyone there," Mr. Saunders laid out the plan, "we
want you to have the strongest cums, the loudest longest
screams, the hottest reddest bottoms, the sorest privates,
and definitely the most tears."
"And we want all that to happen during the show, not
before," said Mrs. Stansky. "And you're be glad to know
that no matter what, we won't use the punishment desks
during school today."
That's great!" exclaimed Tommy, relieved that no matter how
bad he messed up today, his bottom wouldn't end up impaled
on that diabolical dildo equipped torture device.
"Sure is," agreed Jeffrey, Brandon and Bobby in unison.
Like Tommy, all three had previous encounters with the
painful asshole invading desks.
"But that's not a license to misbehave or disobey," warned
Principal Saunders. "You get in serious trouble today, and
come Monday you'll wish you were sitting on one of those
desks instead."
"I won't be in NUDEP on Monday," declared Jeffrey, playing
his ace in the hole.
"Only if you keep your nose clean, young man," advised his
teacher. "Cause any problems today, and if your parents
don't first, I'll personally put you in NUDEP for another
week."
"Now," Mr. Saunders dismissed the group, "I want you all to
line up backs to the wall and masturbate till you've all
cum, or the bell rings."
* * *
"Okay, listen up guys," Coach Hines addressed the assembled
wrestlers sitting on the practice mat.
"Ronnie, stop fidgeting," Assistant Coach Merriman ordered
the squirming naked eleven year old. Like the other three
naked kids on the team, he could never quite get used to his
bare ass directly contacting the mat. It only amplified his
discomfort, somehow more pointedly emphasizing that he was
indeed naked for the whole world to see. A point made even
more pointed by virtue of his little dick pointedly pointing
to the ceiling. As were Danny's, Jeremy's, and Jonathan's.
"Tomorrow's match," continued Coach Hines, "has been moved
to the college arena and will be on television."
"Why?" asked Jeremy, this news adding a dread about tomorrow
to his dread about tonight.
"Because," said Coach Merriman, "we expect a big crowd to
come out to see our naked wrestlers."
"To see our naked wrestlers come out and cum," jested Coach
Hines.
"Between the crowd and TV," Coach Merriman elaborated, "we
expect to bring in a lot of money to aid our school and
youth athletic programs."
"Before our match," Coach Hines added, "the local wrestling
clubs are going to have their NUDEP kids put on an
exhibition."
"Too bad," commented Jeremy, "that my brother and Brandon
dropped out this year." Both preteen boys had been in the
Willow Run Wrestling Club for several years, both enjoying
and liking the activity. But they had decided this year
that they had better things to do with their time than
devoting a major chunk of it to the hard work, discipline,
and dedication it took to become and remain good at the
sport.
"Well, they're back in now," said Assistant Coach Merriman,
who also served as head coach for the youth club.
"How?" asked Jeremy. "Jeffrey's told me he misses it, and
wanted to come back if Brandon did. But I don't see them
signing up till they're sure they're out of NUDEP."
"Wasn't their decision," answered the school's assistant
coach. "Your parents, and Brandon's, signed them back up.
They feel that since leaving the club, those two have too
much excess energy that's causing them to get into constant
mischief."
"Ain't that the truth," commented Jeremy.
"Isn't that the truth," the teacher in Mr. Merriman
automatically corrected Jeremy.
"Some of you in tonight's show will probably stay at the
campus hotel," Coach Hines finished. "Your parents need to
have you at the arena by noontime. The rest of you need to
be here at eleven to get ready and to ride the bus to the
college."
* * *
"Jeffrey, your wrestling shoes fit okay?" Mr. Jeffers asked
his youngest.
"They're fine dad," replied the boy.
"Great, then you're all set for tomorrow."
"No, I'm not!" retorted the naked little boy, "I'm out of
practice and I don't want to be a wrestler."
"Nonsense," replied his father. "I see you practicing all
the time with Brandon, and with your brother."
"And," interjected his mother, "I've heard you tell Jeremy
more than once you wanted back in the club."
"Well, I don't!" hotly replied the crying boy.
"Yes you do," firmly stated his father. "You just don't
want to be in the club while you're naked." Jeffrey's
father had him there, he did want to be back wrestling
again, but not while he had to bare all for all to see.
"Now that's settled," mother Jeffers put an end to the
discussion, "please finish packing up. We need to leave for
the hotel."
"Why do we have to stay there?" Jeremy asked, not happy at
the prospect of parading naked all over the hotel complex.
"Because," explained his mother, "it's easier than driving
back here tonight only to have to go back to the campus
tomorrow morning."
"Besides," his dad added, "rooms are free this weekend for
NUDEP families, and at a great rate for anyone going to the
show or match."
"Why?" Jeremy persisted, his curiosity not yet satisfied.
"The hotel gets great publicity at the show, the match
tomorrow, and on TV," father informed son.
"And," his mom explained, "it'll encourage people attending
this weekend's activities to stay there, filling rooms that
would otherwise be empty over the weekend."
* * *
Blushing furiously, all three naked Jeffers entered the
hotel lobby. On mom's orders, Jeremy and Jeffrey were
rubbing away on their hard dicks, Jessica rubbing her stiff
nipples and clit.
"NUDEP, I see," said the doorman. "We have a special VIP
registration desk for you, right over there," he added,
pointing to a desk in the middle of the lobby crowded with
people. A desk at which several naked kids the Jeffers
didn't know were gathered with their clothed parents.
Check in was quick and easy for the Jeffers parents,
embarrassing for the masturbating Jeffers kids. Just as the
clerk handed over the family's key cards, a red faced
Jeffrey let out with an ear splitting "I'm cumming!"
The mortified shuddering foot tapping boy's siblings weren't
long in joining him in a humiliating orgasmic display. "I'm
cumming!" Jessica announced her embarrassing state to the
hotel's guests and staff.
"I'm cumming!" Jeremy's cry immediately followed his
sister's, some of his cum splattering onto the desk top.
"Jeremy," sternly ordered his father, "clean up that mess
this instant."
"Use your tongue, and lick it all up," demanded his mother.
Reluctantly, the disgusted boy took to his disgusting task,
to the amusement of the onlookers. Just as he finished and
lifted his head back up, he was greeted by a welcome
surprise.
"I'm cumming!" rang out clearly and loudly from across the
lobby. Glancing in the direction of the shout, Jeremy
spotted the naked fourteen year old boy who had called out.
A boy blushing red from the top of his head to his
shoulders, a boy whom Jeremy recognized as from Seven Mills
Middle School, the very boy who was to be his opponent in
tomorrow's match. A boy who's hairless genitals were
smaller than either Jeremy's or Barry's, being not that much
larger than Jeffrey's or Brandon's. A boy, who despite his
age, was clearly still a dry cummer. A boy who Jeremy hoped
would be a hair trigger easy to set off, giving Jeremy a
decided advantage in tomorrow's contest.
"Okay, everyone," said Mrs. Jeffers, "we need to get to our
room and freshen up for dinner."
The room was another surprise to the kids, being actually
two adjoining rooms, a big one with a queen bed for their
parents, and a small one with two double beds for the three
kids.
"You are not to lock this door at anytime," father told
children, indicating the door between the rooms. "Mom and I
might lock our side sometimes, but your side is to always be
unlocked."
"All right, everyone," said mother to family, "let's get
dinner."
Dinner was a continuous embarrassment for all eight of the
naked Bayberry Bare Bunch kids. As all the Bayberry Circle
NUDEP families were staying at the hotel, the parents all
arranged to dine together. The restaurant staff at the
hotel's all you can eat buffet graciously accommodated the
group of eight dressed parents and their eight naked kids by
pushing several large tables together. Already made
miserable by their public exposure, their parents made it
even worse by insisting that all eight of the bare
youngsters be visibly aroused on each and every trip to and
from their table, including to get food or go to the
restroom.
Apprehensive as they were about tonight's upcoming
festivities, all eight kids were still nevertheless relieved
when Mrs. Branson brought dinner to an end by declaring, "I
think it's time we all go get ready for the show."
* * *
"Shit, this place is packed," Jeremy commented to his
Bayberry Bare Bunch compatriots as they awaited their first
call to the stage.
"I know it," responded Danny. "My mom said it's a sell out,
almost twelve hundred people."
"There's gotta be at least eight TV cameras out there," said
Bobby.
"I counted ten that I could see," Megan informed her naked
companions.
On stage, the show host was finishing up his brief
introductory interview with the chief psychologist for the
NUDEP pilot program. The same lady who last Tuesday at the
mall had been among the group explaining NUDEP to interested
parents and community members.
"NUDEP is based on the HEP principle," she was explaining,
"Humiliation, Embarrassment, and Pain."
"You don't consider NUDEP to be child abuse?" asked the
host.
"Carried to an extreme, yes," came the answer. "Maiming,
permanent disfigurement, or injury requiring hospitalization
are all clearly unacceptable and inexcusable."
"But come on now," persisted the host, playing devil's
advocate despite being fully supportive of the program,
"forcing kids to go naked in public, making them masturbate
in front of others, and inflicting serious pain has to be
abuse."
"What's abuse," responded the good doctor, as scripted, "is
parents not exerting the necessary control and discipline
to correct misbehavior and to keep their child's behavior
within the community's bounds of acceptable conduct."
"You do have a point there," the host apparently conceded.
"Keep in mind," the psychologist continued the segment,
"that NUDEP was formulated based on several independent
studies that demonstrated that pain, embarrassment, and
humiliation can all play an effective and immediate positive
role in disciplining children and bringing their behavior
back into line."
"I'll love to see that research," said the host.
"It's available at all Willow County libraries, and many
others in the state."
"That's great, I'll be sure to check it out."
"Let me finish by saying," she finished up, "that with NUDEP
all we've done is package together the three HEP elements of
humiliation, embarrassment and pain into a program that we
hope the kids find singularly unpleasant. The idea is to
make the experience so horrible for them that afterwards
they won't want to do anything to earn repeat time in the
program."
"Precisely," said the host just as the antsy audience's
impatience for the talking to stop and the action to begin
reached its peak. "Later, we'll talk to Representative
Marston about what it took to get the law changed, and to
various chiefs of police and sheriffs about the law
enforcement perspective of NUDEP. But enough talk for now,
it's show time!"
Thunderous applause greeted this welcome news. "Perverts,"
murmured Jeremy to Danny, "they can't wait to see us."
"First up," said the host, "you saw them performing at
halftime Wednesday over at the arena, now you're about to
see them again. Please welcome to our stage the soon to be
famous Bayberry Bare Bunch!"
Thunderous applause again thundered throughout the theater.
On cue, all eight naked youngsters ran out on stage, all
eight blushing a deep red. As instructed by the stage
managers, all six boys had rigid boners; the two girls stiff
nipples with erect clits peeking out from between their
pussy lips.
"I'm told," said the host once the noise died down, "that
this group includes the first kids to enter NUDEP, the three
naked Jeffers, Jeremy, Jessica and Jeffrey." As he said
each name, a spotlight lit up that child even more brightly
than the stage lights. "Now, to tell us about it is their
mother. Please welcome Mrs. Jeffers."
As applause again rained down, a somewhat nervous Mrs.
Jeffers went on stage.
Immediately moving to put her at ease, the host, asked,
"tell us please how your three ended up being first?"
"Luck of the draw, really," replied the Jeffers' matriarch.
"Last Friday at school the program was formally announced to
all kids in Willow County. Saturday morning, based on his
recent behavior, my husband and I decided that Jeremy, he's
our thirteen year old, needed to be in it. As soon as they
started taking enrollments Saturday afternoon, we called
Jeremy in. I guess I just happened to be the first to get
through."
"What about your other two?" prompted the host, "how did
they end up being number two and three?"
"Well," responded Mrs. Jeffers, "without going into too much
detail, because of certain things that transpired right
after we announced Jeremy's being in NUDEP, we decided that
the other two, Jessica, who's eleven, and Jeffrey who's ten,
also would benefit from the program. So we immediately
called back, guess no else had called in the few minutes in-
between."
"I see," said the amused host.
"Excuse me a second," said Mrs. Jeffers, turning toward the
eight kids standing center stage. "All of you, start
jerking off now, and don't stop till you're told to. And
don't forgot your announcements, either."
"What announcement is that?" asked the smiling host, knowing
full well the answer.
"You'll see," Mrs. Jeffers smirkingly replied.
"After signing them up, did you make them disrobe right
away?"
"Oh no, we waited until the official start time of twelve
noon Sunday. Added to their apprehension, I'm sure. At the
stroke of the noon hour, we made them undress right there in
the car on the way back from church."
"Do you think the program is working?" asked the chuckling
host.
"Oh yes indeed," replied the enthusiastic mother. "On our
street, there's about twenty-five kids who are of NUDEP age,
eight to sixteen. On the first few days, Monday and
Tuesday, a few more were added each day, growing to the
eight you see before you."
"And since Tuesday?"
"From Wednesday on, there's been no new recruits from the
block, I guess the example of these eight are keeping the
others on the straight and narrow."
While the on stage kids continued masturbating, Mrs. Jeffers
and the host conversed for a few more minutes, conversation
interrupted by the occasional "I'm cumming" from one of the
kids. A cry that only grew more and more frequent.
In the course of introducing the other five bare members of
the Bunch, she invited the live and televison audiences to
be sure to catch Jeremy and Danny wrestling their naked best
tomorrow, either at the arena or on TV. As if on cue, just
as she finished her pitch, both teens simultaneously shouted
out, "I'm cumming!"
After seven minutes on stage, the need for a commercial
break temporarily saved the Bayberry Bare Bunch from further
embarrassment. In that seven minutes of misery, Jeffrey,
Brandon and Megan had each cum three times, the others
twice. Much to the enjoyment of audience and home viewer
alike, poor Barry's second occurred as the eight kids walked
off stage, still rubbing away.
* * *
After the break, the host interviewed both Mr. Jeffers and
Mr. Cirillo to obtain their perspective as fathers.
"Tell me," asked the host, "what do you think about all the
spanking involved in NUDEP?"
"It's great," said Brandon's dad, "nothing like a little
pain to refocus a kid onto the right track."
"Yes indeed," agreed Jeffrey's dad. "Maybe a little
demonstration on Jeffrey's little bottom is in order."
"And Brandon's, too," his dad betrayed him.
"By all means," responded the gracious host, "what did the
boys do?"
"Doesn't matter if they did anything, they're in NUDEP,"
said Mr. Cirillo.
"But to be fair," Mr. Jeffers added, "we do mostly limit the
spankings to not following NUDEP rules, disobedience, or any
misconduct."
"No matter how minor," Mr. Cirillo further enlightened
everyone.
"In the boys case," father Jeffers finally answered the
question, "we just caught them backstage shouting at Jeremy
that it was all his fault that they were in NUDEP."
"It isn't of course," finished Mr. Cirillo, "their own
actions put them in the program, they have to accept
responsibility for that."
With that, the two men quickly sat down on the two chairs
that two stagehands brought out. Just as quickly, the two
mothers brought our the two crying naked preteens. In what
to the boys seemed just an instance they found themselves
upended over their fathers' laps, bare bottoms awaiting
parental assault. Bare bottoms that didn't have long to
wait, as paddle smack after smack rapidly had their bottoms
turning ever redder, ever sorer, ever hotter. Their cries
and pleas clearly picked up by the overhead microphones, not
that the artificially assisted amplification of the noise
emanating from their mouths was needed, they were more than
sufficiently vocal on their own.
Released from their fathers' grips and paddles, the two boys
put on an energetic bottom rubbing, foot tapping, stage
hopping dance to the clapping and cheers of the audience. In
more than one home, happy smiling parents, perhaps a little
too enthusiastically, warned their much less than happy
children, "we need to start doing that to you." In other
households, parents casually commented, in all seriousness,
"can't wait for that program to start here." Many a teacher
mentioned to spouse and offspring, "hope we get NUDEP in our
district soon."
After another commercial break, the next batch of bare kids
were brought front and center on stage. This time, the
seven naked students from Seven Mills Middle School. In yet
another promotion for tomorrow's wrestling extravaganza, the
school principal noted that four of the five boys were on
the team, coincidently in the same weight classes as the
four naked boys on Jeremy's team.
Grouped by school, all fifty-four naked kids in the show had
their turn in the spotlight masturbating for the live and at
home viewing audiences, with an occasional spanking thrown
in for good measure. School by school they came forth,
presenting themselves in all their glory for all to see and
ogle. The thirty-two present of thirty-eight preteens from
the five elementary schools; all fifteen tweens from the two
middle schools; and all seven of the NUDEP fourteen to
sixteen year olds from the high school.
Unfortunately for the Bayberry Bare Bunch, this meant an
encore appearance. For the younger four, when Willow Run
Elementary's nine participants were called to the stage; for
the older four, when it was the turn of the eight from
Willow Run Middle.
Seventy-five minutes into the show, all fifty-four
youngsters were gathered onto the stage for a group circle
jerk. Or, more accurately, group line jerk. Kids were
randomly paired, a fifteen year old with a nine year old,
two twelve year olds, an eleven and thirteen, boy with boy,
boy with girl, girl with girl. The combinations didn't
matter, just that every naked youngster had another's dick
or pussy to latch onto. For ten long minutes they jerked
and rubbed each other off, every humiliating second lewdly
caught by the cameras for live broadcast to television sets
throughout the state.
"Wow," speculated the host, "that many cums in ten minutes
must be some kind of record." Every embarrassed bare assed
child had cum at least once, many twice, some three times.
There were four timers, even a few five timers. Two nine
year olds, a boy and a girl, each came six times. One eight
year old boy managed seven dry cums, outdoing all other
fifty-three masturbators.
Returning from a commercial break, the host shouted out,
"Who wants to see more?" The audience's returned shouts,
hoots, whistles, foot stomping, and hand clapping left no
doubt as to what they wanted.
"Well then, to explain these devices behind me," he said,
pointing to eight wood frame structures behind him, "please
welcome from Willow Run Elementary School, Principal
Saunders, third grade teacher Mr. Josephs, and fifth grade
student Tommy Tomaselli."
To much applause, the two dressed educators and naked
student entered center stage.
After a small amount of small talk, the host asked, "just
what are these things behind us?"
"They're caning machines," Mr. Saunders provided the answer.
"Schools still cane?" the host feigned incredulousness.
"I don't think it ever was big here in this country,"
responded Mr. Saunders.
"In my native England," said Mr. Josephs, "it was at one
time, but not now."
"So, why the machines then?" inquired the host.
"Yesterday," explained Mr, Josephs, "For serious misbehavior
by Tommy, who was already in NUDEP, I used the cane on him
to good effect."
"How did that feel?" host asked boy.
"It hurt, it hurt worse than anything," the blushing boy
animatedly answered, setting off loud laughter from the
audience.
"The result," said Mr. Saunders, "was most impressive and
satisfactory."
"So, in just one day, these beauties behind us were built?"
prompted the host.
"Yes," said the principal, "courtesy of various shop,
design, and computer classes over at the high school. Each
of the eight public schools in the county will get one."
"I've been told," host informed audience, "that for a
reasonable fee to cover materials, the classes will also
make these for private schools."
"That's correct," confirmed Mr. Saunders.
"When will these be used on students?" asked the host.
"Mostly," replied Mr. Josephs, the district's newly
appointed coordinator for caning policy, "for serious
misconduct by students already in NUDEP, and for less
serious infractions by NUDEP repeaters."
"Parents may also arrange with any school to use them on
their kids," Mr. Saunders commented. "Plans are to set them
out outside the buildings, in a highly visible area."
"I think," said the host, sensing the need for some action,
"that it's time for a demonstration." Tommy winced, afraid
he was to be the demonstrator.
"Tommy, relax," said Mr. Josephs, "we have other plans for
you." This comment did absolutely nothing to put Tommy at
ease.
"I believe," said elementary school Principal Saunders,
"that Principal Markey has volunteered his Willow Run Middle
School kids for that very purpose."
"You'll notice," Mr. Josephs noted as the unlucky eight were
led on stage, "that each machine is equipped with two canes,
one on either side. They alternate to assure that both
bottom cheeks get equal treatment and effect."
Rapidly, Jeremy, Jessica and their six classmates found
themselves bent over and bound to the frames, awaiting their
soon to be painful fate. A fate that wasn't long in coming,
as eight canes swished through the air onto eight bare
bottoms. The resulting ear splitting screams had the sound
technicians scrambling to adjust their equipment. Then
came another swishing cut and accompanying scream, followed
by two more. With each of the four cuts, the ever more
desperate screams and cries grew ever more loud and shrill
as the parallel horizontal stripes on their blazing bottoms
burned painfully hotter and hotter.
After a momentary lull while the canes whirled into a new
position, the fifth stroke landed, harder than all the
others. This one diagonal, crossing the other four from
left top to right bottom. The vociferous noise from the
eight mouths belonging to the eight punished bottoms was now
continuous, a strident symphony of agonizing suffering. The
sixth even harder stroke impacted, again diagonal, running
in the opposite direction than the previous cut.
Again the machine paused, again the kids thought their
ordeal was over. But the pause was just for another
repositioning preparatory to the final blow. A final
perfectly vertical blow that cut cruelly and extremely
painfully into each child's bottom crack. The insistent
howls were incessantly impressive; the limited bucking
allowed by their bindings exaggeratedly energetic.
"That last hit," Mr. Josephs informed, "was specifically
specially programmed by the computer students."
"Tommy," asked his principal, "would you like a turn?"
"No thank you, sir," the naked ten year old emphatically
replied. "That thing's terrible, even worse than the
desks."
"Which we'll see in use in a few minutes," said the host.
"But right now, looks like we have more volunteers."
The seven students from Seven Mills Middle School
reluctantly entered the stage for an encore demonstration of
the caning frames' prowess.
"I'm been informed," informed the host, "that Seven Mills'
principal feels that if his wrestlers don't experience their
own canings they would have an unfair advantage over Willow
Run tomorrow." With that the Seven Mills students received
their own dose of the machine, repeating the performance of
their Willow Run counterparts.
"Man," Jeremy commented backstage to his teammates, "I've
never hurt this bad after a spanking, even walking hurts."
"I know," said Danny.
"At least," offered Ronnie, "they didn't spank our dicks."
"Or pound our balls," observed Jonathan.
Back from commercial break, Mrs Stansky and Mrs. Michaels
were explaining the eight dildo punishment desks now on
stage.
"We mostly use these to punish disrespect and as an extra
punishment for misbehavior by kids already in NUDEP."
"Tommy Tomaselli here," said Mrs. Michaels, pointing to the
blushing boy, "is in my class and the first child at our
school put on a desk."
"They're deliberately designed to be unpleasant,"
enlightened Mrs. Stansky. "Sharp pain upon initial
penetration, ongoing but not intense pain while seated upon
the dildo, and residual soreness lasting for some hours
afterwards."
"They're also intended to cause constant sexual
stimulation," added Mrs. Michaels, "resulting in many
unwanted unintentional orgasms."
"Which means a spanking if they forget to announce them,"
chuckled Mrs. Stansky.
"Well, shall we see them in action?"
To Tommy's, Jeffrey's, Brandon's, and Bobby's vast relief,
despite having been previously punished on the desks, they
weren't called forth. Instead, two kids from three of the
other four elementary schools, and one kid from each of the
two middle schools were "volunteered" as victims. Being
bigger than their grade school fellow sufferers, the two
middle school youngsters, a boy and a girl, were given desks
with slightly larger and wider dildos than the other six
kids.
"Man, they must have something really bad planned for us,"
said Jeffrey to no one in particular, wondering why his
school and Seven Mills Elementary were both being excluded
from the evil desks.
The reaction of the eight new recruits were much as that of
the Willow Run boys earlier in the week. Piercing screaming
as adult hands forcibly forced them downward, the
unforgiving invaders piercing their tender virgin holes.
Groans from the ongoing pain as the dildos vibrated and
stroked up and down inside them. Moans, shouts, and
shuddering from the constant stimulation and multiple
orgasms, each cumming at least twice in their twelve minutes
on stage. And as predicted, afterwards, sore aching
assholes.
After "a few brief announcements from our sponsors," the
Willow Run and Seven Mills elementary kids learned exactly
why they were spared the desks.
"We lovingly refer to these tables behind me," said Mr.
Markey to the host, "as Plungers." The padded tables were
similar in design and size to a massage table, with some
modifications. At intervals, restraining straps dangled
down. Near one end, two poles extended upward, one on each
side. Attached near the top of each pole was a moveable
arm from which hung a securable foot stirrup. At one end,
not far from the poles, a motor was firmly secured to the
tabletop. From the motor extended an arm ending in a
corkscrew ridged dildo. A dildo longer, and especially in
the middle, wider than those used on the desks.
"Rapers would be more appropriate," commented the host.
"Precisely," said Mr. Markey. "They're an escalation of the
desks, used for very serious misconduct, and third time or
more NUDEP repeaters."
"Compared to the desks," said Mrs. Slayter, "the initial
penetration is much more intense, the ongoing pain for the
few minutes on the table only slightly less so, and the
longer lasting soreness afterwards much more pronounced."
"Remember," said Mr. Markey, these aren't intended for
everyday use, but rather for exceptional circumstances.
"Did the high school make these, too?" asked the host.
"No," said Mrs. Slayter, "a trio of our parents worked
together designing them. "One father engineers small
motors, another designs therapy tables, the mother is a
professional carpenter."
"For a reasonable price," said Mr. Markey, "they'll make
them available to any school or parent."
"And like the caning frames," added Mrs. Slayter, "parents
can make arrangements to use any school's."
"I can't wait to see them work," the seemingly excited host
excitedly said.
"Mr. Saunders," Mr. Markey asked his fellow principal,
"would you send your group out here, please?"
The eight naked kids from Willow Run Elementary were crying
even before they reached the stage.
"This is really going to hurt," wailed Brandon to best buddy
Jeffrey.
"Don't I know it," Jeffrey wailed back.
It didn't take long for the two boys' predictions to come
true. Once all eight naked preteens were properly
positioned, the rotating Plungers plunged, forcibly plunging
fully into each screaming child's defenseless asshole. With
mechanical efficiency and complete disregard for the eight
anguished victims' distressed discomfort, the Plungers did
their dastardly task. Over and over, hard and fast, in and
out and in, for two long minutes the devices repeatedly
penetrated their targets, causing repeated doses of sharp
severe pain to increasingly sore assholes.
Once the nearly hysterical, wildly screaming Willow Run
eight had been released, the seven from Seven Mills
Elementary were secured upon the tables. Knowing that at
least one naked boy in his group was in a wrestling club
appearing at the arena tomorrow, the Seven Mills Elementary
principal had decided that he couldn't let the Seven Mills
Middle School principal show him up. So, for fairness, he
had offered up his own students as a sacrifice to the
tables. The effects of the table on the Seven Mills kids
were no different than on the Willow Run kids, proving that
kids everywhere weren't that much different from each other.
Very loud screaming attested to the very extreme almost
unbearable pain being inflicted upon their rectums.
When it was over for the fifteen unlucky students from the
two schools, it took many minutes for the crying to subside
to tears and an occasional whimper, many hours for the pain
not to be constantly attention getting noticeable, even more
hours for the soreness to only occasionally flare into their
consciousness.
After yet another commercial break, the Cirillo and Demarco
parents teamed up to organize a mass spanking of all fifty-
four kids. Parents gleefully heated up their children's
bare bottoms, ensuring all would leave the theater with
painful fires blazing on sore red rear ends. Kids, legs
kicking furiously, balefully sounded their displeasure,
sobs, shouts, screams, and howls echoing everywhere.
"Well that certainly heated it up in here," joked the host.
"We'll be right back after these messages."
After the messages, Mr. And Mrs Jeffers, accompanied by Mrs.
Branson were on stage.
"I understand," the host directed his understanding toward
Mrs. Jeffers, "that last Tuesday at the mall you devised a
wonderful way to quiet the kids down."
"Sure did," replied Mrs. Jeffers, "they can't make much
noise if their mouths are stuffed full."
"Works great," added Mrs. Branson, "I've used it a few times
since with my two when their bickering got too annoying and
loud for me." Both Barry and Bobby blushed to have their
heretofore secret so publicly revealed.
"They say actions speak louder than words, so let's see your
technique," host pushed the action onward.
All Fifty-four naked youngsters lay on the stage, paired in
a sixty-nine with another kid, mostly boys with boys, girls
with girls, but with an occasional boy-girl combination.
Under threat of the caning frame and the Plunger, mouths
vigorously worked over partners' genitals, slurping sounds
filling the air.
"Now that's a whole lot of blow jobs and pussy eating going
on," jested the host. "Wow, look at your youngest," he
commented to Mrs. Jeffers, "he can't seem to stop cumming."
"Yeah, he's a hair trigger for sure," she responded.
"So's Brandon, just look at him," said Mr. Jeffers.
"My Bobby seems to be almost as bad," said Mrs. Branson,
even further embarrassing her youngest on statewide
television.
"Is that Jeremy's second?" asked Mrs. Jeffers, noticing the
white cum seeping from the mouth of her oldest's sucking
partner.
"I believe it is," confirmed Mr. Jeffers.
And that's how the show came to end, the writhing kids on
stage unwillingly cumming and cumming again in an orgasmic
orgy of cock-sucking and cunt-lapping.
* * *
Back at the hotel after the show, as they prepared for bed,
the three Jeffers siblings lamented their day today and
their day to be tomorrow.
"Wow, Jeremy," said Jessica, "you still have cane marks on
your butt."
"And they still hurt," replied her brother. "That spanking
afterwards didn't help any either. Wrestling tomorrow isn't
going to be any fun."
"For me neither," said Jeffrey. "My butthole still hurts
almost as much as it did when I got off the Plunger table."
"I bet," betted Jessica, wincing at the pain she still felt,
both front side and backside, "that we get no chance
tomorrow for the pain to go away."
"Yeah," agreed big brother Jeremy, "you know the way they do
it each day is worse than the one before."
"Exactly," Jessica replied.
So ended the Jeffers most nightmarish day in NUDEP, their
sixth, awaiting the new even worse terrors sure to befall
them tomorrow.