Sean Fraser's Predicament

Sean Fraser's Predicament 1

By Ritchie Moore

(I'll forward it to the author)

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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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15-year-old Sean Fraser loses his trousers and underpants when a prank goes wrong, and the embarrassing consequences keep on getting more serious.

Part One

“Just hold on, sonny, we’ll have you out in a jiff.”

“I’m okay, really....”

“No, you’re not. That bale above your head could come down on you. Just hold tight. Oh....”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s okay, I think. There, I’ve got you ... no, oh hell. Wait a minute.”

“Wh—what are you doing?”

“Sorry, son, but you’re all tangled up with that wire. No, can’t shift it. So I’m afraid this is it.”

“Oh! What are you doing?”

“Sorry, but this is the only way to get you out.”

Sean couldn’t believe it. He was only having a bit of fun up among the bales of waste paper, and got stuck. Okay, but this fellow couldn’t free him from some wire that bound the bales on either side of him, so he was deliberately undoing his belt and pulling him out away from his shorts!
“What the hell? Listen, don’t—“

“As I said, you young fool, I have to get you out quickly, and this is the only way. Hold still.”

“But my shorts! My pants! Look—“

“Sorry, but that’s it. Now shut up for fuck’s sake. Between you and your father we’ve a fine time, I must say!”

Sean shut up in bewilderment as the man stripped his lower body and manhandled him over his shoulder, then began to climb down to the floor forty feet below.

It took only a few minutes, but Sean was conscious only of a journey that seemed to take forever, he being bare from the waist, feeling the air on his naked backside, and knowing that the crowd down below had a fine sight of his nudity. But then when he was set on his feet in the midst of a disgusted-looking crowd of workers, he saw his father standing at the side. He stood looking at him in dismay, shielding himself with trembling hands, dreading the look of fury on his father’s face.

Peter Fraser strode over to the boy and seized his arm, dislodging some of his protection.

“Do you realise what an embarrassment this is for me?”

“For you?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

“Yes, you little idiot! This affects my position here at the mill. The men already complain about my strictness, and now you show me up as a careless fellow who relaxes safety standards and turns a blind eye to his son’s hooliganism. Well, it won’t wash. You are not going to embarrass me and get away with it.”

He shook the boy, who was trying to cover himself through all this, and suddenly hauled him over his knee. Sean was too surprised to say anything, but when the first slap landed on his bare behind he let out an anguished yell. The crowd nearby looked on with grim approval as the furious parent spanked his wayward son, reducing him to tears in a few minutes, though the spanks continued for a lot longer.

He was hauled to his father’s car, still trying to shield his groin, past grinning faces of other children, including a girl in his own class, fourteen-year-old Marjorie Logan, whom he had secretly lusted after for ages. She was staring wide-eyed with a grin like all the others. “No!” he thought, “How can I look at her after this? She’ll always remember this, and laugh at me!”

Covering himself, he entered the car and crouched down. Mr Fraser glanced at him.

“Embarrassed, are we? I’m embarrassed too. What’s the matter?”

“My ... bum’s sore—”

“Of course it is. How stupid of me. Sit still and be quiet.”

The short journey was done in a stony silence. At his front door, Mr Fraser said roughly “Out, sit in the parlour.”

Sean nipped out of the car and darted into the house. He dithered about going to his room for some cover, but knew his father wanted him as he was in the parlour, so he made his way there, meeting his sister, who shrieked with amusement at his state. She was told in a few words what had happened, and laughed, then sobered up as her father came in.

“Sean, into the parlour as I said, and don’t bother to cover yourself up. If you’re upset at being naked, so what. Sit in there for a bit while I think about you over a cup of tea. And Alison, stop ogling him. You have something to do?”

“Oh yes, dad,” she said, and hurried off to the phone.

Twenty minutes later a ring at the door announced visitors – Alison’s school friends Jackie and Melissa, who came in and were welcomed by Alison, whose mother came from the kitchen to offer them tea and cake.

“Mum,” said Alison innocently, “can I invite Molly and Kate over too? We can have a hen party.”

Her mother laughed. “Surely! There’s plenty cake for all. Go ahead. In the sitting room, I think.”

She went back to the kitchen, where her husband was sitting rather grumpily drinking from a large mug.

“Now, Peter, for goodness sake, now I’ve time to listen, what’s the story about this?”

He gave her the details, and said the boy was sitting in disgrace in the parlour.

“Well, he can tell Alison and her friends all about it, and complain about his sore bum! She’s having a girls’ get-together.”

“Hah!” he laughed. “Is she, though?”

“Yes,” she said, wondering about his amusement. “There’s a few more friends coming over. What is it?”

“And they’re going to the parlour?”

“Either that or her room. But the parlour is bigger.”

“Well, Jo,” he said, chuckling to himself, “that’ll be a jolly good punishment for him. For he’s still naked. Just his tee-shirt.”

“What!” She put her hand to her mouth. Then shrugged and gave a short laugh of her own. “Mind you,” she said thoughtfully, “I can only hope their parents don’t mind.”

“Well, we can explain, and I’m sure they’ll see it from our point of view. They’re all, the girls, fourteen or fifteen, I should think, hm? A bit more mature than Sean is, at times. I’ll look in on him and see how it goes.”

He made his way to the best room, where he found the three girls sitting primly on the sofa, looking interestedly at the red-faced boy, who was standing behind an easy chair, trying to be invisible. He looked up in relief at his father.

“Dad! Tell the girls to go away!”

“No,” he replied, “they are guests, and this is the parlour. Why?”

“B- because I’ve ... I’ve nothing on! I—”

“You’ve got plenty on. Just in the wrong places. And you brought this on yourself. Be nice to the guests.”

“But I haven’t—”

“Yes,” said his father patiently, “I know. Accept this situation as a judgment on you. Come on out from there and say hello to the girls.”

Eyes wide with terror, he edged out on to the carpet, his hands strategically sheltering his nudity, to stand looking at the floor.

“Say hello!”

“Oh....” He swallowed and mumbled a greeting.

“Well, not much, but still. So now, sit down and you can have a nice talk. Sit!”

He gulped and sat gingerly in the easy chair, his hands trembling over his genitals, looking anywhere but at the girls, who were giggling and looking at Mr Fraser with smiles. They understood he was letting them ogle his son as a come-back for embarrassing him, and they’d take full advantage of the unusual situation. Then the doorbell rang again. Mr Fraser looked at
his son.

“Answer it.”

“What!”

“Answer it!”

With another gulp he rose carefully and went to the parlour door, starting another round of giggles as the girls stared at his bare bum. He flinched, and attempted to hide his nudity, but sighed in frustration and went out to the front door. The bell rang again, and Mrs Fraser yelled from the kitchen for someone to answer it. Mr Fraser looked after his son and said only “Sean?”
With a heavy heart and the start of a sweat Sean opened the door. He quailed as he met the bawdy gaze of four young girls, his sister’s friends, who he knew were invited to embarrass him further.

“Invite the girls in.”

“Yes,” he mumbled. “C –come in, won’t you....”

They tumbled in the door, eyeing him with grins, saying hello to all, and looking to Mr Fraser for some guidance.

“Come in, girls,” he said easily. “Sean is in disgrace right now, being punished for a misdemeanour. Don’t let that upset you. Why don’t you all go into the parlour and chat. My wife will be in with tea and cake for you in a minute.”

With that he left the children to sort themselves out, and returned to the kitchen to explain over another cup of tea the rationale for the punishment of their son.

“Don’t worry, Peter,” his wife said with a wry smile. “I support you. Sean has been a bit rambunctious lately. Too big for his boots. This’ll cut him down to size, I bet. And besides,” she added, “from the practical point of view, it’s something of an education for the girls. So everybody wins. Even him.”

“He,” corrected her pedantic spouse. “But you’re right. He gets his lesson, and he’ll maybe be less shy about his body. Which is, though I say it myself, pretty handsome.”

“Yes, Peter, you’re right there too. I hadn’t thought of that aspect of it. And the basic aspect, maybe, is that the situation was dangerous for him, wasn’t it? I think,” she said eyeing him, “that you reacted out of a fear that there could have been a nasty accident, as the chap said. Well, there it is, and we’re agreed to use this situation for all it’s worth. I wonder....”

“What?”

“Whether we can do something more with this, beyond today I mean.”

“What, tomorrow, you mean? Have him be naked –”

“Yes, why not? He’s half-naked now. What if we have him totally naked in the house? Actually I think I’d like that, to admire his body, which as you say is very handsome. And to correct his shyness. Really, I think that it’ll do a lot to correct that, his over-modesty, call it, as well as calming down his behaviour. He’s been a bit of a bully to Alison lately, you know.”

“Yes, I know. It’s his hormones I expect. And this exposure might in fact be just what he needs for all these reasons. Right. Let’s take them their tea and cake and see how they’re getting on.”

When they brought in the trays with mugs of tea and slices of new made cake, they were amused to see their half-naked son sitting on the sofa in between two of the girls, his hands firmly clasped over his groin, his cheeks brilliant red. The rest were chattering away, seemingly paying him little attention, but every so often their eyes would shift in his direction and a smile or a giggle would follow.

“There we are now,” said Mrs Fraser brightly, casting her look around the ridiculous scene. Sean met his parents’ eyes with an unspoken plea for mercy. His mother however looked away at her daughter.

“I think I got the mugs right,” she said. “How many are you?”

“Seven,” said Alison, “and Sean makes eight.”

“Ah yes. That’s all right then. Bon appetit!”

She left with a smile for everyone, and Sean groaned. His father, who was enjoying the situation no end, saw that Sheila, a pert fourteen-year-old friend of Alison’s, had a hand on Sean’s knee. Bare knee. And Sean was looking scared. Sheila met Mr Fraser’s eyes and smiled like a fellow conspirator, and was rewarded with an amused nod. She slid her hand up Sean’s leg and he gave a quiet moan and shut his eyes.

“Sean.” His father addressed him with bared teeth.

“I think that you should do the honours. Take the tea to the guests. There’s milk and sugar there and spoons. And carry round the cake. Be polite.”

Sean stared at him in panic. He’d have to get up, show his arse, he’d have to pick up the mugs, and the cake, he couldn’t hide his prick! O God, how could he get out of this? Of course he couldn’t. With a pleasant nod to the girls his callous father left the room and joined his wife in the kitchen, where they listened to the gleeful noise emanating from the sitting-room.

“Well,” said Mr Fraser, “I should think that’ll subdue our wayward son for a while!”

“Yes, Peter, but he probably needed that spanking,” said his wife. “And still does!”

“Oh, wait! You have an idea there. Just wait till they’ve had their fill of tea and cake and nudity.”

“If they ever do. Nudity, I mean. Hah! Just listen to the noise! Sean is rather popular, I think.”

Sean meanwhile was near fainting. Conscious of his exposed penis and arse, desperately wanting to put his hands back over his nakedness but having to use them to offer cake to the grinning girls. He stumbled round the circle, breathless with shame, and blushing like mad, as fifteen-year-old Kate commented. When all were served, he clasped his sweaty palms over his privates (hah! Privates!) and looked for a seat. There wasn’t much room anywhere somehow and so he stood in their midst, being gawked at from all sides, conscious of the gleeful looks of the girls, who finished the cake and began to talk about him. It was even more embarrassing, if possible, when their comments got personal, about what they could see.

“Oh, I do like his bum,” said Jackie, aged fourteen and three-quarters, “it’s so neat and ....”

“Not thin, thank God,” said Maddy, who was the same age as Sean, and had been wondering
about his endowments for ages. “Not skinny. Just a nice amount of flesh. Muscle, I suppose. They call it gluteus maximus, you know.”

“Everyone knows that,” said Melissa (also fourteen) scornfully. “I say, it’d be useful to have Sean as a model in the anatomy or sex education class!”

They all laughed and agreed. His blushes were almost palpable, the heat in his cheeks – and maybe all over – surely radiated out to the bawdy crowd. But thank God he was able to hide his penis. Now. But they’d all seen it! How could he look at them again, at school, in the neighbourhood, when they came over next time to visit? Whenever they saw him, they’d be remembering his bum and his prick! God, how was he going to live after this?

The door opened and his father told him to bring the trays through to the kitchen. To do that, he had to detach his hands from his groin and carry the damn things out. When he arrived in the kitchen he asked his parents tearfully if he could put something on, but they smiled and said Maybe in a little while. His mother shocked him by adding “You know, Sean, your daddy spanked you already, but I’m not sure that’s enough. In fact I think you deserve to be taken down a peg some more. So back you go to the girls, and this time you can tell them you deserve to be spanked.”

He looked at her in horror. “Y- you don’t mean—”

“Oh yes,” said his father. “We’re suggesting they spank you.”

He took a trembling breath and turned to go back to his punishment, hoping the girls wouldn’t be too rough.

“I suggest half-a-dozen slaps,” said his father. Oh good, that didn’t sound so bad.

“Each,” said his mother. Oh no!

They received the news with cries of delight. “Six each? That’s fair,” said his unsympathetic damned sister. “Well, shall I start?”

The rest egged her on, and she motioned to her brother to lie across her lap. He had to extend his arms over his head to do this comfortably, so his penis was quite visible to the other girls. Alison sat for a moment contemplating his behind with an amused grin, then suddenly slapped him with what looked like savagery. He howled and made to squirm off, but two of the others dashed forward to take hold of his hands and feet.

“If you do that again,” she said, “I’ll start over again. And so will everyone else. Will you stay put for these forty-two spanks, or are you going to try for fifty, maybe?”

He set his teeth and mumbled “I’ll stay. I won’t move. But ... please, don’t be hard. I’m ....”

She sniggered. “We won’t be hard. But I think you might be!”

Her cronies shrieked with laughter, and she started her duty. Another five slaps at that glorious arse (as Molly termed it), and he was wincing in pain. Then he was released, and another sat down. The two took his extremities again, and the seventh slap was administered. Sean set his teeth, resolved not to cry out, or cry, come to that. How could he hold up his head as a macho sort of boy, crying in front of these girls?

He was very close to it when they finally stopped and let him up, to display his engorged penis to their ribaldry. His member wanted to erect, but he somehow managed to keep it down. An erection in front of girls would be just too awful to contemplate. As it was, he was a bit fatter than he had been before. Was that a result of being handled and felt, even with spanks, by a rude bunch of girls? Of course.

“There,” said Maddy, wringing her hand. “I think that does it for now.”

He looked at her, covering his incipient erection, and panted, “For now?”

She looked at the others and said in a very reasonable tone, “Yes, of course. You don’t imagine we’re finished, do you?”

“B-but you can’t! Dad only said—”

“Don’t be silly, Sean! What I’m saying is that when you’re naughty again, or bullying, or cheeky to your parents, or anything else that deserves it, you can be punished in the same way. A spanking on your bare bum. Which is, as I said before, didn’t I, very nice. Your gluteus is maximus! Right, girls?”

They laughed and agreed, and Alison said she’d be sure to carry the proposal to her parents. Then they trooped out to the kitchen to thank the adults for a nice time, and were invited back “any time!” by the amused parents.

After they’d gone and the chastened boy had fled to his room, leaving the TV to his sister, the Frasers looked at each other and laughed.

“Yes,” said Peter musingly, “your idea about him being naked in the house has some merit. Yes. We can treat the situation as the norm, I mean no great fuss about it; we carry on all our activities exactly the same, only he is naked whenever he comes through the door. What say?”

“That’s it, Peter, and we can just monitor things. For one thing, keep an eye on Alison. It was a bit naughty of her to invite her pals over. Just to gawk. But hey, it was a real salutary experience for him. And the others, as we said.”

“So we’re agreed. I think we’ll let him get dressed now, though, for dinner, and lull him into a sense of – what is it?”

“I think you mean, ‘into a false sense of security’.”

“That’s it,” he said, with an impish grin. “That’s it!”

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No more was said on the painful subject that night, and Alison was eyed by her mother and warned not to be obvious in her satisfaction. She was disappointed, for she had hoped to poke fun at the poor boy all evening, and remind him the next day, but she sensibly kept her happiness to herself. She would, she knew, be congratulated by her cronies on a good entertainment. Sean, meanwhile, was trying to forget all about it, and was glad the others seemed to be willing to do the same. In his bed, though, he couldn’t help remembering every moment of that awful exposure, and quite naturally his hand stole to a fully erect prick.

In the morning all went as usual, and Sean wasn’t reminded of his ordeal till he got to school, to meet the salacious smiles of those girls, and he had the awful idea they were spreading the news of his mortification all over the girls’ cloakroom. At the first recess, however, his sister took pity on him and reassured him that nobody else knew. “You can expect Jackie and the others to leer at you for a bit, but don’t mind them. If you keep your nose clean, you have nothing to worry about!”

“You m-mean,” he stammered, “if I behave from now on, to you particularly, that’s it? You won’t tell anyone?”

“Yes,” she said. “Your secret is safe. I mean,” she went on, seeing his bewilderment, “the size of your willy, and your pretty gluteus!” She cackled and went off to her pals.

He managed to forget his woes in the afternoon, but was unpleasantly surprised when he got home and his mother told him to hang up his clothes in the front lobby and wash his hands for tea.

“What?” He was sure he misunderstood her.

“You heard, Sean. Take off your clothes and hang them in the hall, and wash up.” She disappeared into the kitchen, and he dithered for a while before deciding she couldn’t possibly mean what he feared. Hanging his coat on a hook, he put down his schoolbag and went to the bathroom. His mother peeped out of the kitchen to say “Sean! I meant it. Take all your clothes off, put them in the hall, then wash up. Come now.”

She waited till the horrified boy turned away, then smiled in a satisfied way and got on with preparing tea. He’d get used to it.

Alison, on the other hand, squealed when she saw her nude brother. “Oh God! Dad and Mum are serious! This is to be your usual suit? Your birthday suit? Haha! See if you feel like bullying me when you’ve nothing on!”

He swallowed his obscene reply and stalked into the bathroom, trying to act as if it wasn’t a serious affair. Besides, she’d seen him now, and that was that. Why be shy? But it did bother him, and continued to bother him throughout the evening. When he was in his room of course he was safe from embarrassment, and lost himself in his homework and a video game after. When he was summoned to the kitchen for a nightcap, however, he felt a return of his modesty and covered himself with one hand while drinking his milk shake. His father looked askance.

“Sean,” he said, “it does no good, you know. I’m going to insist that you don’t try to hide yourself in the house. We’ve all seen you, and admired you, in fact, and so why try to hide? You will get used to it, you know. And just to emphasise,” he added, “I’m warning you that if you start hiding your delightful nudity, you’ll earn another spanking. Oh yes! Don’t think you’re too big a boy to be spanked like a little kid. Remember yesterday! You’re warned.”

He looked at his son, who gulped and took his hand away from his groin. “That’s it. Right. Now wash, teeth, off to bed. I don’t think you’ll need pyjamas. What d’you think, dear?”

His wife nodded and said he’d be warm enough. “Sleep naked,” she said. “You’ll enjoy it, actually.”

He nodded and muttered goodnight. A little later he went over in his head that first awful experience, and his body reacted. Well, at least he could find some relief now....

END OF PART ONE

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