Natural Boys Love Nature Part 3
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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material or if such  material does not appeal to you, do not
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The middle aged Mrs. Ratliff, Joey's teacher, was known for
no nonsense approaches to discipline.  She truly missed the
good old days when boys' bottoms were subjected to her
paddle as she felt it was warranted.  She climbed the steps
on the school bus and immediately reminded the class, "Okay,
we're going to take a nature hike today and we want to thank
Mrs. Phillips, Joey's grandmother for her hospitality and
taking time out to work with us.  So when we get there don't
forget your manners.  While we're on the bus I expect good
behavior, if you misbehave I'm going to send you back to
school with the bus driver." Knowing full well it was a lame
threat and she preferred her options in the old days.  Back
then she'd of just pulled down their pants and worn them
out.  "Any questions?"

After a twenty minute bus ride the door opened at the
Phillips' home.  Julia was standing on the front porch to
greet the children.  "Welcome to my home, you will be taking
a nature hike down to a small creek which is filled with
different kinds of wildlife.  Then you'll follow the creek
to the river.  I'm sure your teacher has planned lots to do
on your hike.  Just enjoy yourselves and I'll have a treat
prepared when you return."

AS the line of nine and ten year old fourth graders passed
the front porch, children and their adult chaperones were
saying their thank yous.  As Joey approached, he hugged his
grandmother and gave her a kiss with a proud look as if to
say "here, I'm special."  As Mrs. Ratliff approached she was
quietly reminded, "Joey has to be nude while on his home
turf." (Though out of the question, it was implied for that
matter anywhere else she would have wanted him that way
would be permitted.)

"Children gather around, before we go down there, Joseph" -
people usually called him that when he was in trouble, but
Mrs. Ratliff almost always called him Joseph - "has to be
prepared.  When he's at home he has to be nude, so Crystal,
I'd like you and Anne to strip him.  Take off all of his
clothes."  

The children all cheered and made cat calls.  They all had
the glint of anticipation in their eyes - even the boys.
The chaperones had been informed prior to the trip that one
or two of the kids might be naked, so it was no surprise.
Both mothers who were helping the teacher also had a glint
of anticipation as the two nine year old girls stepped out
of the crowd with Joey in tow by his arms.

Joey looked at Mrs. Ratliff and in a last ditch effort said,
"But that's when I'm home with only my family, Mrs. Ratliff.
That's not when the other kids are here."

"Joseph, we all want to see you naked and I'm sure many
would like to explore your body.  After all, it is a nature
hike and it would be good to have a human body to examine.
I think we could appeal to your grandmother, if you think
that might help you."

Knowing full well it wouldn't, Joey looked toward the house.
Julia's face peering out the window with the look of
approval was evidence enough that he wasn't going to avoid
the pending circumstance.  She was going to watch as these
two little girls stripped him in front of twenty two other
classmates and their teacher and two chaperone mothers.

"Crystal, let's start with that belt and those shorts.
Don't worry about his shoes and  socks, those can come off
last so we can watch his boy parts bounce around while you
remove them."

With that two eager hands unbuckled his belt.  The crowd was
still with anticipation.  All eyes were on the stripping
activity and not a sound was coming from the group.  Crystal
removed the belt completely pulling it out from the loops.
"Where do you want me to put this?"

Mrs. Ratliff responded with a surprising remark, "Just give
it to me, I'll probably have to use it on him before the
hike is over.  At this point, I may just use it on anyone I
think deserves it." Her eyebrows raised at two of the boys
in particular, one of whose mother was a chaperone.

"And, Johnny Culpepper, if she thinks you need it, I'm here
to tell her to go ahead," his mother reinforced the
teacher's implication, which was quite surprising coming
from her.

Her son, Johnny, was a good looking kid who turned ten two
weeks prior to the outing.  He was of average build, short
black hair, but piercing hazel eyes.  Though he was quite
athletic, his aristocratic "wanna be" mother dressed him in
designer clothes in an effort to give him a preppy
appearance.  She was proud of the fact her son was always a
fashion statement.  "Who would have thought she would permit
anyone to lay a belt on her precious brat?" ran quietly
through the teacher's mind.

As this transpired, Crystal unbuttoned and unzipped Joey's
shorts, as they flopped open it was evident the boy wasn't
wearing underwear.  His peter at full salute shot right out
straight causing a temporary laughing spell from everyone.
Down his legs the shorts fell.  He began to remove his hands
from his head to shield his genitals from view. "Uh, ah,
Joey, your grandmother said you should be whipped if you do
that.  I'd think twice." There was an air of hoping he would
give her a reason in her comment.  His hands went back up.

Anne was getting disappointed, "Hey, how come Crystal gets
to take everything off.  You said I could help."

"You're right Anne, why don't you grab his little boy handle
there and pull it hard until Crystal gets his shirt off.  If
you think he's being bad, squeeze his little bag real hard
and he'll be nicer," Mrs. Ratliff suggested as one of the
mothers offered the little girl access by holding Joey's
penis still for her to grasp.

Shirt off, Joey was made to sit on the ground while the
girls wrestled his shoes and socks off.  As they rolled him
from side to side during the rough removal, his penis did
flop around much to the amusement of his classmates.  "Joey,
stand up."

"Children, for those of you who don't know, this is a boy's
penis," cradling his phallus for all to see.  "It is what we
call erect now.  That means it's hard.  Probably before we
are done with the hike it will have a time or two of being
soft, so you girls can see the difference.  This part right
here," she pinched the glans, "that looks like a mushroom is
called the glans.  It feels different than this part, the
shaft."  Putting her little finger in his pee hole, "This is
the opening to his urethra. Right now urine passes through
here and is expelled from his body."  The kids especially
the girls were jockeying for position during this lesson.
"Relax children, you'll all get a chance to feel and examine
him during the day.  Everyone will be able to see up close
and touch.  You may ask any adult any questions you may have
about boy parts." Then she went back into an instructional
mode.  As Joey stood with his hands on his head, Mrs.
Ratliff pinched the bottom of his immature pouch and
stretched it out.  "This bag is called a scrotum.  Inside,"
she pulled the skin further downward and backward exposing
the outline of his testicles, "are two little 'balls'," this
description brought laughter from most of the boys and
several girls as well as both chaperones, "which are called
testicles."  At this point, even old battle ax Mrs. Ratliff
smiled.  "Joey lie down on your back and pull your legs up."

Reluctantly the boy did as he was told.  Spreading his
cheeks apart she exposed his anus.  "This is called an
anus", pointing directly at his hole. "This is a part both
boys and girls have and we all know what come out of there,
don't we?" This remark spurred another round of giggles.
"I'm sure we aren't able to examine our own closely, so, if
you wish you may examine Joey's at any time.  If you do,
take your time, probe it with some sticks if you wish.  Are
there any questions about boys' bodies?  We will have a quiz
tomorrow about boy parts names, so I hope you've paid close
attention."

"Now Anne, because you feel left out, you can be his
official spanker.  If one of the grown ups tells you to
spank him, you may choose to whip his backside or his front.
The choice will be up to you."  Then Mrs. Ratliff whispered
to Joey, "You know which side she's gonna want to whip, so
I'd be extra special good today, Joseph."

One of the chaperones asked, "Many of the boys and girls
have brought cameras with them.  Will taking pictures of
Joseph be out of bounds?"

"Mrs. Phillips said you could take as many pictures of Joey
while he's naked as you wish.  She suggested, if you want
his boy parts in the picture you tell him to display them
and he will readjust and spread for your pictures."

Jeff Teague, one of Joey's best friends, at least he thought
he was, audibly said, "Good!" causing Joey to glare at him
with the look of someone who'd been betrayed.  "Hey, man,
I'm just along for the hike, but you have a good looking
dick there, so I'm going to take pictures of you for my
scrapbook. Besides, my little sister teases me about getting
you naked so she could have a look.  Well, now she can."

"Children, let's get going.  Jeff you seem to be into his
penis today, why don't you grab it and pull him along with
the rest of us."

"Geez, Mrs. Ratliff, isn't than kinda' gay?  Shouldn't a
girl be doing that?" Jeff replied.

"No, I want you to do it, Jeff.  Just grab his penis and
pull him along with the group.  Then you can tell your
little sister what if felt like, too," came the teacher's
sarcastic reply.  "Besides, I'll bet over the years you've
explored Joey's parts before."

Even though he knew the two had, on more than one occasion,
explored each others parts out of curiosity as recently as
last year, he acted like that was an insult to his integrity
as a male.  "Yeah, right, Mrs. Ratliff."

Taking his friend's shaft in his hand he roughly pulled Joey
along with the group.  As predicted, two or three other boys
teased Jeff, "Look at Jeff, he must be gay or something."
It was evident from their eyes their teasing was of a
jealous nature, as they would have liked to be able to
inspect Joey's penis up close and personal out of curiosity.
Little did they know, before the hike was over they too
would have probed Joey's asshole and played with his erect
penis as their inhibitions faded.

"Mrs. Ratliff, may I look at Joey's boy thing?" One of the
girls asked.

"We'll be stopping down here at the creek to explore.  When
we stop you can make him lie down and let you explore his
body, Stephanie.  I want you to jot some notes about what
you learn about his boy parts, too.  Maybe some diagrams?"
Then the teacher encouraged more involved hands on
experiences, "You might want to run some experiments as
well."

"Like what?"

"Oh have you ever seen what happens to those parts when they
are in cold water for awhile?"

"No."

"Well, make him sit in the creek for a few minutes and look
at his penis and testicles afterward.  Then rub his
testicles for awhile and see what they do?  Note why you
think these things happen.  Then when he's hard again, you
can, or you can make him, rub his penis back and forth for
awhile and see what happens.  Have you ever slapped a boy's
penis or whipped it with a strap?

"No."

"You might find those things really interesting. Did you
ever feel around inside a boy's butt?"

"No."

"Well there are some other boy parts just inside his anus.
You might like to feel in there too, and describe what it
feels like and what happens to his penis when you do."

"Can I do that?"

"Sure Stephanie, you may do whatever you want with him.
He's yours to examine, experiment, and play with as long as
you want to.  Have some of the other girls help you.  I
imagine some of the boys would like to do some experiments
too.  They only think they know about their own parts, but
I'm sure they can learn more as well."

"Thank you for letting me do this to him."

"You just take some good notes and have one of the other
children take pictures.  Maybe you can use the pictures and
notes for your science fair project this year.  You know, if
you and your mom want to get more information, I'm sure
Joseph's grandmother would lend him to you for a day or
two."

"Lend him to me naked?"

"Of course what good would he be for your project if he wore
clothes?"

Unaware of the teacher's conversation with Stephanie, Joey
was being literally tugged by his penis down the embankment
by Jeff.  "Hey, stop Jeff.  You're going to pull it off.
Stop!"  His rebellion got laughs from other classmates and a
smile from one of the chaperones.

"Okay, children I want you to collect wildlife specimens for
study back at class.  Joseph, Stephanie is going to be using
you for her science project and she has some experiments she
wants to run on your boy parts and backside.  So, you go
over there with her and do whatever she tells you.  Oh, and
Joseph, I don't have to remind you, she can touch or do
whatever she wants with your body.  Now, go over there with
her now.  Mrs. Blume would you stand close enough to get
involved if Joseph gives Stephanie a hard time?  Here take
the belt from Anne, and use it if you need to."  As she took
the belt away from Anne she was again hit with protest.

"You said I could whip him if he was bad.  I wanted to whip
his thing with this belt and was waiting for him to be bad,"
she began a forced pout.                    

"Okay Anne, Mrs. Blume will call you to whip him if he needs
it.  But for now, she'll keep the belt and you can look for
specimens.  Go on now."

With that the chaperone took the belt and stood by a tree
close enough to monitor Joey and Stephanie and watch several
children as they foraged for specimens.  Coyly, Joey walked
over to Stephanie and spread his legs and placed his hands
on his head as his hardened penis pointed right at her.  He
was unsure and embarrassed to be at a girl's disposal, but
what could he do.  Stephanie was one of the 'brains' in
class and she conducted the first part of her exploration
like a physician, feeling his scrotum and cupping it as she
manipulated its contents.  No pain, just feeling.  Then she
took his penis in her hand and felt the shaft.  As she
gently squeezed his glans, it was apparent she was comparing
the texture with that of the shaft.  Then she examined the
urethra, squeezing the glans to open it for further study.
Joey was very uncomfortable with this ten year old girl
using his body to learn about boy anatomy.

"Mrs. Blume, do you think Mrs. Ratliff brought a ruler with
her?  I'd like to take some measurements." Stephanie asked,
half realizing she probably would have to do this sometime
later.

"I'm sure she didn't.  I may have a little six foot tape in
my purse, but I left it up on the bus.  Maybe you can strip
him back at school and take the measurements.  Why don't you
just explore his body today and get into more depth tomorrow
or whenever?"

"Thanks." Stephanie then turned her attention to the anxious
boy still standing with his legs spread and his hands on his
head. "Okay, Joey lie down on your back and pull your legs
up."

Somewhat apprehensively, but thankful she'd been careful
during the first part of her examination, he did as
instructed.  With his legs pulled up toward his head, she
moved his knees outward exposing his anal opening.  Picking
up a stick from the ground she probed the opening.  The
rough edge of the broken limb felt rough and scratched his
sphincter causing him to complain.  When he did so the
chaperone turned and exchanged a look like she was ready and
willing to wear him out for the least amount of non-
cooperation. "Joey, I'm going to put my finger in there.
You need to lie still."

"You're going to do what?"

"Put my finger in there and feel inside of you."

"Come on Stephanie, why are you going to do that.  That's
kind of nasty isn't it?"

"No, it's scientific and I want to know what's in there.  So
lie still while I examine you."

"But that hole is for stuff to come out of, not for stuff to
go in," Joey argued.

Mrs. Blume entered the fray, "Joseph, you'd better not
argue.  She's going to do what she wants and if you give her
any more lip I'm going to whip you with your belt."

Under he watchful gaze of the chaperone, Stephanie pressed
the hole with her index finger.  "It won't go in there."

Mrs. Blume coached her, "Just keep pressing harder and
harder and it'll let you in, Stephanie."

Suddenly, the pressure paid off.  Her finger forced
entrance.  Joey hollered in pain as the unlubricated finger
made its way in.  He could feel her aggressive digital
exploration as she twisted and bent the finger to feel
around.  "Oh wow, here's something." She delighted in having
found the part her teacher had alluded to.  She pressed his
prostate with firm pressure.  

Mrs. Blume having coached the intrusion shared in the ten
year old's excitement.  "Stephanie, watch his wiener while
you squeeze that lump.  By the way, that lump is called a
prostate.  It's not much use to a boy his age, but when he
gets older it will make gooey stuff called semen and help
him shoot the sperm from his body."

The child watched as his penis danced to the manipulation.

"The what?"

"Sperm."

"What's sperm?"

"You should talk with Mrs. Ratliff or your parents about
that.  I'm not sure I'm the one who should be talking with
you about it.  Just keep playing with him.  Why don't you
see how wide you can spread his hole.  You know how many
fingers can you get inside at one time?"

Stephanie continued her exploratory examination for fifteen
or twenty minutes.  During that time the other children
placed specimens of plant, insect, and animal life in
baggies and deposited them in one of three Styrofoam coolers
the teacher had brought along.  "It's too bad I can't put
your parts in a bag and take them with us, but like Mrs.
Ratliff said, maybe your grandmother will lend you to me for
a day or two so I can do some other experiments," Stephanie
reassured herself and scared Joey.

"Children, over here, on this tree is a poison ivy vine.
You can tell it by its distinct leaf formation.  Most of us
are allergic to it and will breakout in a terrible rash if
we touch it.  So, look but don't touch."  Mrs. Ratliff
watched as her little ones paraded past.

"Mrs. Ratliff, I wonder what that rash would look like on
Joey's boy parts?  Would it even break out there?"
Stephanie asked.

"Well, Stephanie, what might we do to find out?" She
encouraged her thinking and problem solving.

"We could make him rub his thing on the vine.  How long
would it take to find out?"

"I guess we could time it for a day to see, but what if he
isn't allergic to it?"

"Well that might be an interesting part of my science fair
project.  You know, to see if his penis breaks out or is it
immune to the stuff?  Joey go over and hug that tree, make
sure your little winky and bag are pressing against that
vine,"  Stephanie directed.

Not having ever experienced poison ivy rashes before, Joey
wasn't too against compliance.  He had no idea what was to
follow several hours later.  Hugging the tree would provide
him with momentary privacy from so many prying eyes.  But
what if the bark was scratchy?  Apparently he felt the
relatively smooth vine with the cool green leaves would
cushion his boy parts.  He hugged the tree.

"Wiggle your thing around on that vine," Stephanie demanded.
Again, the young boy complied.  "Okay, Mrs. Ratliff what
time is it?"

"I have ten eighteen, Steph," Mrs. Blume responded before
the teacher could.

Stephanie jotted the note in her book. The children were
then rounded up.  Jeff took hold of his charges penis
getting ready to pull as the class moved to a new spot in
the woods on the way to the river.  

"Oh no, Jeffrey, you've put your time in.  Now let's have
William Caswell pull on Joseph's penis.  William, you make
sure to keep up."  Mrs. Ratliff was purposely selecting
other boys for the pulling role.  Watching little boys
handle other boy's parts was arousing to her and apparently
interesting to Mrs. Culpepper, the other parent chaperone,
too.  She couldn't take her gaze off the sight of that
little glans peeking out from the clinched fist of another
boy.

"Aw, Mrs. Ratliff, can't someone else do it?"

"William, you made fun of Jeffrey when he had to do this.  I
believe you called him 'gay' so now you can feel another
boy's penis.  Not that you probably haven't on some occasion
or another before.  But, I'm sure you've never done so in
public view before, have you?"

"Mrs. Ratliff, I don't touch other boys ever," William
responded indignantly.  His mind wandered momentarily to
three weeks prior when he and another friend hid in the
garage behind his house, stripped and played with each
other's parts.  Confident he had cast any doubt of his
'manhood' to the wind he secretly reveled in the thought of
his new assignment.  It was quite apparent from his lack of
hesitancy in grabbing his classmates member and squeezing
it.  In fact, at one point when the class stopped for some
mini lecture he nonchalantly fingered Joey's balls. Mrs.
Culpepper wasn't watching the teacher's presentation.  She
was glued to the hand action occurring off to the side.

Speaking of the devil, precious Johnny was about to step in
it. "Hey, Mrs. Ratliff, maybe we could see some chimps out
here."  Johnny got that obnoxious look of just feigning
stupid.

"You can't find chimps in the woods.  They don't live in New
York, stupid," Susan Wilkins responded to her classmate's
dumb statement.

"Yeah, well, then Joey can play a chimp.  He's naked just
like they are.  Make him climb up a tree so we can check him
out," Johnny continued.

Suddenly awakened from her trance watching Billy playing
with Joey's testicles, Mrs. Culpepper took a corrective
stance.  "Johnny, stop making fun of your friend.  He's not
embarrassed to be naked in front of you or the other boys
and girls. That's pretty brave."

Her remarks were meant to be supportive to Joey, but they
were erroneous in two particular areas.  First, Johnny was
not Joey's "friend" and second he was embarrassed to be
naked in front of his classmates.  In fact, he was
devastated with all the touching and examining they were
allowed to do.  His penis was hard as a rock and only
shriveled when he sat in that cold pool of water for
Stephanie's "experiment".  

"Look at him, Mom.  His little weeny is sticking out and
everyone gets to touch anything they want.  Guess his
grandmother can't afford to dress him, huh?"  It was evident
his mother's distain was growing as her stare at him was
intensely aggressive.  He was used to that though and it
wasn't a problem as she always relented.  Johnny ruled the
roost when his father wasn't around.  He pretty much always
got his way.  

"Johnny, that was rude and disrespectful to his grandmother.
You need to apologize."

"Screw you, Mom.  It's true.  Guess 'you can't handle the
truth'."  With that his mother teared up with a mix of
embarrassment, anger and frustration.

"Mrs. Blume, would you supervise the children as they get
ready for lunch? Mrs. Ratliff asked as she draped her arm
other the distraught mother's shoulder. "Have each of them
wash their hands with these wet wipes.  I need to talk with
Mrs. Culpepper for a few minutes."  

Sensitive to the situation, Mrs. Blume took over the class
as the other two adults strolled off to the woods.  Johnny,
the little shit, completely ignored the whole situation.
Instead, he fought for a front position in the line for a
wet wipe.

"Mrs. Culpepper, I'm not one to criticize other people's
attempts at raising their kids, but that son of yours is
going to become a bigger and bigger problem if you don't
take the bull by the horns.  Rather than worrying so much
about his wrapper, maybe you should think about the contents
below the wrapper.  The kid's a brat and he needs for you to
straighten him out."  The teacher continued, "Over the
years, I've seen a lot of 'Johnnies' come and go.  Smart
asses who don't really get along with adults and who the
other kids shun.  They are looking for two things, limits
and acceptance. Right now, the limits part really applies
the most, because if he doesn't get his act together the
acceptance part won't come.  If he does, it will follow
naturally.  Johnny needs to know it's not all about him.
You've got to humiliate him and make him understand there
are other people in this world of his."

"What can I do?  I'm afraid if I correct him he won't like
me."

"That's a problem a lot of parents have.  But, you aren't
here for him to like you, you're here to guide and
discipline him.  If you do, the love, real love will follow.
Sure he might not like you when you get on his case, but
that's temporary.  I hate to say it, but President Regan was
right, It's nice to be liked, but it's more important to be
respected."

"What should I do with him for this rudeness?" the mother
asked.

"What do you feel like doing about it?"

"I wanted to strip him and make him feel the humiliation
Joey must be feeling.  You know make him identify with some
of the hurt.  Actually, I would have loved to take that belt
and beat the living bejeebers out of him."

"Why don't you do both?"

"You mean strip him in front of the class?"

"Why not?"

"His father would have a conniption fit if I did that.  He
wouldn't mind the beating, but the naked part would tick him
off."

"Who cares?  You're the one who is here.  You're the one who
feels that it is an appropriate punishment.  He's off
somewhere else.  It's not his call.  Maybe you need to let
him know you are capable of doing whatever it takes to
correct the boy's behavior and you have your own game plan.
What makes his father's wishes tantamount to yours?"

"Damn it, you're right."

The ladies returned to the group.  Mrs. Culpepper's tears
were gone.  They were evidently replaced by determination
and a touch of rage.  "Johnny Culpepper, you apologize to
Joey, now."

"Hey, bite me, Mom," the little smart ass replied between
bites on a p. b. and j.

"That's it.  I want you boys to strip him naked.  Stop
eating and go and strip every thread of clothes off Johnny.
I mean everything and if he fights rip it off.  Just tear
the hell out of his clothes if you need to."

"Hey guys, come on, Johnny's mother wants us to pants him,"
Phillip Hardcastle one of the biggest ten year olds in class
took he lead tackling Johnny from the rock he was sitting
on.  Momentarily he was joined by the other boys from the
class, including one bare assed Joey.  

Johnny wrestled and punched trying to free himself from the
ravaging captors.  As punches were thrown, Mrs. Ratliff
entered the fray, "Don't punch him.  Mrs. Culpepper said
tear the clothes off if you have to.  If he's a problem,
just hold him down while one or two of you rip his clothes
off."

Tear they did.  A perfectly good pair of brand name shorts
were grabbed and pulled apart, sending the clasp flying.
Down went the zipper and then the stitching in the crotch
gave way.  The tee-shirt of the same manufacturer, sporting
the company logo and name was torn off.  The neck and sleeve
hems provided resistance, but when the fabric separated from
the neck portion it was quickly pulled over his head. The
red faced boy was struggling with those holding his arms
extended.

The girls were gathered to watch.  They were especially
excited about the up and coming liberation of his boy parts
to the open air.  Their eyes were now on the boy who was
wearing only a pair of jockey shorts.

"Get his underpants off," Stephanie demanded.  "We want to
see his wiener."

Phillip was more than happy to oblige her.  Grabbing the
shorts which could have been easily pulled down and off, he
instead chose to tear them apart.  This gratified Mrs.
Ratliff who was more than aware the kid didn't have anything
else to wear.  He'd be going back to the school naked as the
day he was born.

As the underwear was finally torn off, Johnny's erect penis
swayed back and forth.  He was fairly well hung.  Like Joey
he was circumcised, but his penis was notably longer and
bigger in girth than Joey's.  Like Joey's, his scrotum
formed the same tight bulbous sack of a little boy, but it
too was a bit larger than his classmate's.

"Get out of the way, I need to examine him for my science
project", Stephanie demanded as she engulfed the boys penis
in her hand.

"Pull it, Stephanie, pull it hard," one of the other girls
directed.

"Children, you need to back off for a minute or two," Mrs.
Culpepper caught their attention.  As they looked up the
determined mother was holding Joey's belt in her hand.
"Boys, bend him over that rock and hold him down.  I'm going
to blister his ass with this belt."

The already embarrassed and humiliated boy was crying
profusely.  When he heard that from a woman who had never to
his knowledge raised a finger to him, it became even more
frightening.  "Please, Mom, I would have apologized.  I'll
do what you said."

"No, Johnny, you've had this coming for ten years and now is
your moment.  I'm going to really enjoy this.  By the way,
get used to it.  There's a new sheriff in town and she goes
by the name of Mom.  I'm going to start using a belt on you
whenever I think you've crossed the line."

With that the boys positioned their classmate and gleefully
anticipated the thrashing. As they did so, the now
determined and self-assured mother told Mrs. Ratliff, "You
know this is the first time in years I've been 'allowed' to
see his private parts.  That alone is worth the fight."

"Okay, Mrs. Culpepper, we've got him ready."  Phillip was
really getting into this ordeal and was anxious to watch the
striping of Johnny's white buttocks.  

Mrs. Culpepper stood off to the side of her pleading son,
raised the belt and brought it down with force on his
bottom.  SWWWWWAAAATTT followed by the clink of the buckle
as it was withdrawn for the next assault.  SWWWWWAAATTTT the
squirming child began to cry loudly.   SWWWWAAAATTTTT the
belt hit again leaving a red stripe to contrast the white
skin surface.  

"Now that's what I'm talking about," reassured Mrs. Ratliff,
"keep going there, Mom!"

"Yeah, Mrs. Culpepper keep going," added an intrigued Anne.  

With the added support her confidence grew.  SWWWWAAATTTT
again the belt made contact with her sons backside.  He was
now screaming with each contact.  The white surface was now
pretty pink all over and the stripes were contrasting less.
SWWWATTTT again the strap found its home.

"Come on Mrs. Culpepper, my Dad does it harder than that.
So does my Mom.  Really hit him hard," Phillip ruthlessly
chided encouraging the mother more.

SWWWWWAAAATTTT the belt ht with a little more force.
"That's more like it, Mrs. Culpepper," Phillip reinforced
the harder hit, while holding the squirming boy's legs.
SWWAAAATTTTT another forceful stripe.  The spanking
continued for at final count thirteen licks.  

The boy, crying and humiliated, stood and yelled, "I'm
leaving.  I don't have to put up with this.  Fuck you, Mom
and fuck the rest of you."

"Grab him again, boys."  Phillip complied as Johnny
attempted to slug him in the mouth.  He was thrown to the
ground where the other boys lent a hand.  

"Johnny, you will never use that language with me.  Leave if
you must, but while you're here you will never, ever talk
like that to me."  As she finished chastising the kid, Mrs.
Ratliff just stood and nodded her approval of the new and
improved Mrs. Culpepper.  There was a look in her eye which
translated to, "Now the brat will get his act straightened
out."

"Boys put him over the rock again.  This time, put him on
his back.  Johnny your butt has had enough for a while now
let's do your front.  You will remember the lesson better
that way anyway."  The girls began clapping with delight and
rushed to watch this mother whip her son's genitals.
Stephanie grabbed her camera.  This would be a great
observation for her boy study.

With his body pulled to spread eagle by the boy keepers,
Mrs. Culpepper approached her son with the belt again.
Standing in front of the displayed child she raised the
strap and said, "Don't you ever talk to me like that again."
And SWWWWWAAATTTT it came quickly down on his penis and
scrotum.  The erect penis bounced from under the strap as
she retrieved it for another hit.  It was red as was the
scrotum from the aggressive assault.  The pain that
inflicted was unbearable to the boy.  He just wanted to free
his arms to rub and protect his boy parts from the next
sway.  SWWWWWAATTTT again the belt crashed down upon his
penis and testicles.  Johnny wiggled violently from the pain
as a high pitched scream emanated from his mouth.
"Pleazzzzz Mom pleazzzz don't hit me again, pleazzzzz.  I'm
sorry, Mom"  SWWWWAAAAATTT another blow to his crotch.
"EEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhh" the crying continued.  

"Okay, boys let him up."  They did. The now much more
subdued crying boy stood and rubbed his boy parts.  "Don't
you ever talk to me like that again, do you understand?"

The boy was unable at that point to speak.  He just nodded
his understanding.  "Now go and get your things together and
put those 'rags' in one of the black trash bags.  They
aren't worth keeping anymore.  Besides, you won't be needing
them for a long time, anyway."

The boy's penis had become flaccid under the tortuous blows
of the belt, but still hung impressively as he picked up his
clothes.  His genitals were as pink as his ass.

"Mrs. Culpepper, can I use Johnny for my science project,
too? Stephanie asked.  "I mean I could compare them and run
experiments with two of them.  They could do things to each
other and stuff like that."

"Why, you certainly can, Honey.  Johnny would be more
convenient, wouldn't he?" Turning to Mrs. Ratliff, Culpepper
explained, "She's our next door neighbor."

"Can I make him get naked whenever I need to examine him?"
the somewhat aroused little girl inquired.

"You won't have to.  He'll be naked whenever he's in the
neighborhood.  We're going to leave him like that for
awhile.  Maybe he'll get some humility."

Stephanie couldn't have been more pleased.  "Johnny, come
here, I want to look at your things while they're pink."

The boy didn't move.  "Johnny you get over to Stephanie
right now.  She will be examining you whenever and for as
long as she wants.  Now, move mister and let her feel your
penis and testicles."

The girl's touch was agonizing.  His hands reflexively moved
toward his testicles to fend off the otherwise gentle touch
of the girl.  Normally, such a touch would have been
pleasurable, but his boy parts were still tender from the
beating they had undergone.

"You let her be.  And, don't you ever cover your boy parts
with your hands or anything else, young man.  If you do,
I'll whip them again."

With that the boy bore the exploratory touch of the young
girl.  His only hope was that his father would reverse the
maternal decision.  He was sure that would be the case.
(But it wasn't.   Mr. Culpepper proved extremely pissed off
at what his son had said to his mother.  Furthermore, his
father actually praised his mother for finally making him
mind her.   Though he wasn't happy with the forced nudity,
he relented to reinforce the new disciplinary streak he
found in his wife.)

The children and their mentors pressed onward toward the
river.  Now there were two nude boys with dicks swinging to
and froe as they walked.  The girls continued to point and
giggle.  Occasionally, there were grabs, pinches, pulls and
fondling of their exposed parts.  On two occasions the boys
were made to lay on their backs while their anuses were
probed by stick wielding classmates - both boys and girls.

When they arrived at the river, the children were permitted
to wade up to their knees.  As fishermen and boats passed
the wading area, the two nude boys were made to show their
wares to those aboard the craft.  

When they returned to Julia's she couldn't help but notice
with some pride and a lot of interest the second forced
nudist, Johnny.  Taking Mrs. Culpepper aside she extolled
the virtues of making boys run naked.  It improves their
self-concept over the long run, humbles them, cuts out their
modesty, evens their tans, makes ready access for corporal
punishment, cuts down on laundry, and not the least it makes
them fun to watch, photograph and cuddle.  What she alluded
to but didn't come out and say was she also found exposing
them publicly passionately arousing.

The discussion between the women was cut short when a
child's voice interrupted, "Oh, excuse me Mrs. Phillips, my
name is Stephanie, I'm in Joey's class.  I'm doing a science
project on boys' penises and other parts for the science
fair.  I was studying Joey on the field trip and Mrs.
Ratliff told me to experiment with Joey.  I did some
examinations of his boy parts, but there are a lot more
experiments and examinations I'd like to do.  I was
wondering, could I have him at my house naked for the
weekend.  I'll have to ask my Mom, but I think she'll let me
have him over.  I want to measure his thing when it's hard
and when it's soft.  And a whole lot of other stuff.
Anyway, would it be okay, if my Mom agrees?"

"Would you like two different boys to compare, because I can
let you have Johnny, too?" With that the mother turned and
explained to Julia, "His Dad and I can use some time away
from him.  Geez, we might even get to go out for an evening
and not worry what we're going to do with him."

Overhearing the discussion, Mrs. Ratliff said, "Stephanie, I
would like a set of the questions you have and what exactly
you want to explore and experiment with on my desk before
you take the boys.  That way I can help you with some ideas
and direction."

"Okay, I'll give you the list tomorrow.  And I'll have my
Mom call you Mrs. Phillips and you too Mrs. Culpepper to
make the final arrangements."

"Stephanie, I will have to check with Joey's mother, but I'm
sure it will be all right.  You go ahead and make your
plans.  I'd kind of like to see your project, before you set
up your display too.  By the way, do you think your Dad will
have a problem with naked boys running around?"  Julia
added.

"I don't have a Dad.  He left when I was three and my little
sister was only nine months old and we don't know where he
is.  Mom says we're better off without him.  She said she'd
never marry again.  Men are nothing but trouble."

"Well, I guess I can agree with her," Julia chuckled.

"Some men are trouble, but Johnny's Dad is a pretty good
guy, if he'd only back off on the macho stuff.  I think
Johnny would be better off if his Dad was more comfortable
touching him, cuddling him and giving me more room to
wailing the tar out of Johnny when he needs it.  I think
there are going to be some changes around our house after
this outing."

"That a girl.  Just straighten him out," Julia encouraged
the new found brass in the woman.

The next day, Stephanie brought in her list of planned
experiments:

1. How long is each boy's penis when it's hard and when it's
not?

2. If ice cubes are put on their sacks, will they get
tighter or softer?

3. If they are spanked when their penises are hard, will it
make them soft?

4. If they are made to be naked in public places how long do
their penises stay hard when they aren't touched?  Do they
get hard again when someone new gets to see them?

5. How far can something go up their pee holes?

6. Do both boys feel the same inside their anuses?

7. What is the largest object you can fit in their hole?

8. What happens if boys are rubbed for a long time while
their penises are hard?

9. What happens if one boy has to suck another boy's penis
for awhile? Does anything come out?

10. What about sucking his sack?  Will it make it looser?

11. How far can a boy shoot his urine, if he is made to wait
to go to the bathroom until he can't hold it anymore?

12. How hard can a boy's sack be squeezed until he gets hurt
and screams?

13. Can one boy make another boy's penis get hard?

14. Can a boy make his own penis get hard?

15. How many hits with a belt, hand, wooden spoon, and
hairbrush before a boy cries?  Which is the best to punish
him with?

Mrs. Ratliff excused herself to the privacy of the bathroom
in the teacher's lounge to ponder Stephanie's plan.  Upon
returning she asked Stephanie to stay behind from physical
education so they could go over the list.

"Young lady you have a pretty full dance card here for only
a two day time frame.  Do you think you can get it done?"

"My Mom is excited over my project.  She and my little
sister are going to help.  When she called Mrs. Phillips and
Mrs. Culpepper, they both agreed to let us have the boys for
the spring break week so we could get the experimenting
done.  So they'll be with us for a whole week not just two
days.  And, neither is sending any clothes with their boys.
They are coming to our house naked and they will be
completely naked all week long.  Mom has plans to take us to
the park for picnics, she's going to take us to McDonald's,
but she says we will have to sit at the outside tables.  She
thinks the boys wouldn't be allowed inside being naked and
all.  She's even planning a pajama party for all of my and
my sister's friends so they can help me get all the studies
done.   And, Mrs. Hardison said maybe I could have Tommy,
he's Joey's little brother, one weekend so I could compare
the difference between a seven year old and an almost ten
year old.  Isn't that something.  Now, I'll have to find
another seven year old to be with him so I can average my
results.  Oh, Mrs. Ratliff, isn't it great?"

"Yes, Stephanie.  Be sure you take pictures and some video
presentations.  Things like when they are sucking each
others boy parts would be best documented in action forms.
Ask your Mom to make some avi or mpeg files of that stuff
while it's happening.  You might also want to take videos of
the spankings for data collection.  It would make it easier
for you to count the swats and judge whether they were
evenly applied.  Pictures and videos of them in public would
also be good.  Don't forget the close-ups of their little
peepees, too, while you're working on them.  Actually, I'm
excited for you.  Go for it.

"By the way, have you noticed Joey scratching his crotch?
If you look at the inside of his thighs when he gets back
you can see the poison ivy splotches.  His grandmother sent
some antihistamine cream to rub on the rash.  He needs it
applied once every three hours.  When he gets back to the
classroom we'll make him strip naked and you can put it on
him in front of the class.  Remember, to examine his penis
and testicles closely so you can see if any areas are not
affected by the rash and jot the notes.  Also, you can chart
how long the rash lasts. You might want him to stay naked
here at school to see if exposing the runny rash to the air
helps, but you'd almost have to do it once with him nude and
once when he isn't to prove whether one way or the other is
better.  Maybe we can work with it this week and then after
his week at your house we'll expose him again and try it
with his clothes on."

"That's a good idea, Mrs. Ratliff.  Don't we have to ask his
mother or grandmother first, though?"

"I'm a step ahead, I already have.  I talked to his mother
and she said, 'strip him nude'. We'll take care of that when
he gets back from P. E.  I've already cleared it with the
principal."

To be continued.