The Control Testimonials Part 3
by Steam Train

copyright 2007 by Steam Train, all rights reserved 
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Part: 3


APPENDIX THREE: FEEDBACK REPORTS (Continued)

Below is a selection of comments from various persons about
their involvement in 'Taking Back Control'.


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NAME: Travis Norton

AGE: 12

LOCATION: Oakbank, Black County

OCCUPATION: 7th Grade student

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: I have
gotten used to being naked but I have never gotten used to
being punished at the Black County T.B.C. Discipline Centre.

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING BACK
CONTROL: Taking Back Control is only supposed to be
inflicted in non public places but Black County has an
ordinance that allows the juvenile discipline sessions at
the county discipline centre to be viewed by anyone who
wishes to attend.

The first time my parents took me to the Black County Taking
Back Control Discipline Centre I was scared by the large
crowd that was standing across the other side of the foyer
behind a barricade, watching the volunteer female guardian
who was sitting at the reception desk processing the
miscreant juveniles as they were bought in by parents,
police or community guardians. 
 
"Welcome to the Black County Taking Back Control Discipline
Centre," said the woman. "How may I help you?" 
 
"My son needs a good spanking," answered my mother, my
father nodded his head in approval.
 
"That's what the centres here for mam. Please fill out this
authorisation form authorising your son's bare naked
spanking." 

I blushed red at this comment.

"Completely naked?" my mother queried.

"Yes" replied the female guardian. "Is that a problem,
spanked children also have to stay totally naked on the
discipline centre stage for twenty minutes after the
completion of their spanking, longer if you so authorise.
There are also additional punishment options you can
authorise."
 
Shocked I protested. "Mom, Dad, you can't do this, its way
too embarrassing."
 
"That's the idea, boy," came the sarcastic reply from the
Guardian before my parents could answer.

"I think the embarrassment and humiliation will do you good
Travis" my dad said, 'Where do I sign to authorise an hour
on stage and these additional punishments." 
 
"Just sign right here and here," instructed the female
guardian.

On completion of the paperwork I was directed to two sombre
looking guardians who were guarding a doorway marked
'Participants Entrance' whilst my parents went off to the
public viewing gallery.

When the guardians opened the door and ushered me in I let
out a gasp of fear. There before me on a slowly revolving
stage were five naked juveniles. A well developed girl about
my own age and a less developed boy also of similar age,
plus two hairless boys, maybe ten and eight, and a flat
chested hairless girl of about eleven years of age.

As the stage revolved I could see that all five had very red
bottoms and were not allowed to cover any part of their
previously most private secrets.

Near the stage, on a specially raised dias with a purpose
built spanking frame a male guardian was giving a screaming,
kicking fifteen year-old boy who I knew only too well, a
very hard bare bottom spanking with a paddle. Any other time
I would have been glad to see that bully, Dean Boiks get his
just deserves, but not now, not with my own impending doom
looming over my head which prevented me from enjoying Deans
humiliation, embarrassment and pain.

Dean had along with his gang of older friend's often pantsed
me in the past, and then ridiculed my exposed genitals for
their lack of size and development and paltry amount of
pubic hair. Now I saw that Dean, totally naked and exposed
as he was on the dias, strapped tight onto the spanking
frame had compared to me, not much more hair or genital size
to boast about despite his extra two years of age over me.

Several other naked juveniles waited in line nearby the dias
watched by a guardian for their turn on the spanking frame
and behind then stood four guardians who were at that time
stripping another boy I knew, John Gibson of all of his
clothes.

John was ten years old and lived just up the street from me
and he often hung out with us older guys in the street. John
wrestled and punched, trying to free himself from the grip
of the ravaging guardians. He even threw a few ineffective
punches at one of them.

"You two just hold him down while you rip his clothes off if
you have to" the senior guardian was instructing the other
three.

And tear they did, as John's perfectly good shorts were
grabbed and pulled apart and his brand name tee shirt was
torn off. John was red faced as he struggled to resist those
guardians holding him tight.

I noticed as I was escorted over to where John was being
stripped that the eyes of the audience in the public gallery
were watching John's stripping with keen interest. They
appeared to be especially excited about the up and coming
liberation of John's private parts. 

All eyes including mine were now on John who was now only
wearing a pair of jockey shorts.

"Get his underpants off," the Senior Guardian demanded. "I
want this boy naked and his private parts private no
longer."

The guardians were more than happy to oblige their leaders
order, grabbing the jockey shorts which could have been
easily pulled down and off, but instead choosing to tear
them apart. 

John was now as naked as the day he was born. His erect
penis swayed back and forth. For a ten year old he was
fairly well hung with a hairless circumcised penis that was
notably longer and bigger in girth than the two younger boys
standing naked on the stage though like those same two boys
his scrotum formed a tight little boy sack though his was a
bit larger and more plump than either of the two other boys
exhibited.

My turn at being stripped was next. The four guardians stood
before me impressive and strong, arms folded looking at me
as I approached.

"I am the Senior Guardian on duty, Mr. Gilchrist, I strongly
suggest you do everything I order, unlike that last boy.
Defiance will get you know where."

"I will try sir" I stammered trying to hold back from
sobbing.

"Good," replied Mr. Gilchrist, "First, you need to get ready
for your spanking by removing all your clothes. Place them
in that bag over there."

I had seen what happened to John but still I stood still and
stiff, a frozen sobbing form, unable to make myself move or
comply to his order.

"Do it, now!" the Senior Guardian snapped, no longer as
pleasant to me as he had been and at his signal the
guardians moved closer towards me.

Two of the guardians grabbed me whilst the third immediately
began stripping me, half removing, half ripping off my
clothes just like they had done to John before me. All too
soon I was standing naked, blushing from head to toe. Adding
to my horror, my sparsely haired groin was sporting a raging
hard on, revealing its entire three and a half inches of
glory. 

Soon, very naked and scared I was waiting in line with the
others for my appointments with the spanking paddle.
 
When my turn came I was lead up onto the dias and fastened
tight to the spanking frame. Soon the sounds of the spanking
paddle striking my bare bottom could be heard as it
reverberated throughout the discipline centre hall. A sound
that was soon mixed with the ever escalating cacophony of my
shameless crying, wailing, and howling as my bottom ever
reddened getting hotter and hotter as the paddle
relentlessly rained down.

Eventually the spanking spectacle ended and still screaming
I was released from the spanking frame and furiously began
dancing around the dias rubbing my throbbing red raw bottom
in a futile attempt to end the pain.

My humiliation was not over however, because my parents had
authorized additional punishment. No sooner had I begun to
bring myself back under control than the senior guardian
ordered me held again as the third guardian grabbed my
already erect penis and began masturbating it. Faster and
faster, the guardian went, milking my penis till pre-cum,
that clear liquid that precedes ejaculation began to ooze
out of the tip of my penis. With my penis standing erect at
a forty-five degree angle to my body, I felt the rush of
semen coming from deep within my groin, in a monstrous
unstoppable wave.

The first shot of watery semen squirted from my penis and
landed on the floor as did the lesser second stream. The
third and fourth salvoes of ejaculate were small and barely
dribbled out of my throbbing penis as it began to droop
slowly downward.

After my spanking and masturbation I was ensconced upon the
revolving stage, for an hour allowing everyone in the
audience plenty of time to admire my red hot bottom and my
no longer private privates! 



NAME: Christopher Taylor

AGE: 12

LOCATION: Upper Spring River, Tomah County.

OCCUPATION: Junior High School Student

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: My mum,
Annette and my dad Amos had split up and divorced when I was
eight years old. Mum got custody of me and had a pretty
difficult time dealing with me and her divorce and I guess
wanted to do everything possible to keep a good relationship
with me. She treated me so good that I took full advantage
of the situation and soon became spoiled rotten. Mum was
soon catering to my every whim and soon it became pretty
obvious that mum would let me rule the roost at home. By the
time I was twelve and going into junior high, my grades in
school were slipping badly, neighbours were complaining
about my behaviour and I was even daring to be very
disrespectful to my mum. The type of clothes I now bought to
wear made my mum unhappy but did I care? Mum continued to
blame all of my behaviour on the bad kids she believed I
hung around with at school and unbeknown to me mum contacted
my school about this. She was convinced that I was a good
boy and that all the problems were the fault of others.

Mum was not satisfied when my school said that I was the
primary cause of my decline in behaviour and recommended she
take control like the new Taking Back Control initiative
encouraged. I had mum bluffed however and there was no way
she was ever going to take back Control of me. One day as I
entered our kitchen to get a drink mum was discussing the
schools reaction and recommendation with her good friend
Olga Pinn who lived next door. Mrs Pinn had two girls
slightly older than me and one younger, they were now very
well behaved, though when younger they had been pretty wild
and hard to discipline. When mum asked Mrs Pinn how come her
children were now so well behaved I heard her tell mum that
she had Taken Back Control and now regularly spanked her
girls to keep them in line. She also suggested that mum
should try that on me!

I knew I was safe. I ruled the roost at our house; there was
no way mum would ever be game enough to take back control
from me!

I was wrong; Taking Back Control changed my whole life!

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING BACK
CONTROL: My first experience with Taking Back Control
occurred at school. The TBC initiative had been in force a
while when my mum, received a letter from school requesting
an appointment. Later on the very morning that mum had met
with the Principal, I was ordered to report to the office of
the Deputy Principal, Miss Mary Bladen. This was bad news
for me as the Deputy Principal was always the person who
carried out major disciplinary measures.

Upon reporting to the administration office, I was shown
into Miss Bladen's office where I was surprised to see that
my mum was already sitting in Miss Bladen's office waiting
for Miss Bladen and myself to arrive. 

My mother seemed surprised when Miss Bladen entered her
office; she was very young for a Deputy Principal and quite
good looking. Miss Bladen introduced herself to mum and made
a point to tell mum she could call her Mary. I of course had
to call her Miss Bladen at all times. 

Miss Bladen explained to mum that she would be implementing
the Taking Back Control programme with me as the Principal
had explained to her earlier in the interview. She went on
to congratulate mum on taking the initiative to take back
control. I was shocked at mum, how could she do this to me.
How dare she contact the school and arrange for me to be
taken back under control. As I stood there shocked I thought
to myself, how I would get even with her somehow for doing
this, but right then and there I decided I would do as he
was told, I didn't want to get into any more trouble than I
was already in.

Miss Bladen turned to me and told me that the primary
purpose of the TBC program was to assist parents in raising
their children. She pointed out to mum that as I was only
twelve years old I was only a boy and needed adult guidance
in growing up. Under the Taking back Control program I would
be treated like the child I was and that she would be
assisting mum to learn how to take more adult responsibility
for my upbringing. 

I was furious about this approach, after all I was the man
of the house and I still wanted to be treated like a man not
some little kid. 

I was shocked speechless for a few seconds when Miss Bladen
said to me, "Christopher, I think I am going to enjoy
working with your mum and you. Now I want you to remove all
of your clothes, fold them neatly and put them into a neat
pile over on the side table.

"No way," I said finding my voice, 

Miss Bladed quick as a flash reached out and slapped me hard
across the face. Mum was startled, as was I though more
embarrassed than hurt. I even thought about hitting Miss
Bladen back.

 "Look," said Miss Bladen. "I'm not going to play games with
you Christopher, if you don't do as I say as soon as I say
it, you will be punished even more severely, is that
understood?" 

"Yeah," I replied.

"This is the last time I am reminding you that you call me
Miss Bladen, is that also understood?"

"Yes Miss Bladen" I was forced to reply.

"Good, then start getting undressed!" 

Defeated and feeling humiliated and embarrassed I put my
head down and began to undress. 

My mum hadn't seen me naked since I was eight years old,
just after dad left and now she just sat there quietly
watching events unfold as I undressed. Soon I was down to my
designer label boxer shorts and I stopped undressing and
just stood there looking at Miss Bladen and mum half
expecting one of them to say I didn't have to take anything
more off.

One look at Miss Bladen and I could tell by the look on her
face that there would be no such comment from her and mum
was obviously not going to contradict Miss Bladen. Defeated
I turned my back to the two women so they would not see my
nakedness and dropped my boxer shorts, reaching back and
putting them on the pile of clothes. 

"Turn around Christopher," said Miss Bladen. 

Reluctantly I turned slowly to face the two of them but I
covered my genitals with my hands. Standing there in this
humiliating and embarrassing pose I could feel my face
reddening. 

Miss Bladen said, "There will be no playing with yourself
Christopher, put your hands down and start folding your
clothes neatly as I instructed." 

From the corner of my eyes I could see that mum had a look
of amazement on her face. This was the first time she had
seen me naked in years and I could see her staring at my
small patch of light brown pubic hair that had only recently
begun to grow over my dick, a dick that despite my best
efforts had erected to a full 4 inch boner in front of mum
and Miss Bladen. 

Miss Bladen then began to lecture me about my behaviour and
attitude and how she expected my school results to improve
dramatically.

Then Miss Bladen asked, "What should we do about all of this
Christopher?" 

I hesitatingly replied, "I should be punished?" 

"Correct answer, Christopher," said Miss Bladen "I want you
to lie over your mother's lap so she can give you a good
bare naked spanking."

Reluctantly I walked over to my mum's side and then bent
over her lap. Miss Bladen helped me get into a comfortable
spot with my bottom pointing straight up in the air before I
saw out of the corner of my eye Miss Bladen produce a
punishment paddle for mum to use instead of her hand. It
resembled a hairbrush with no bristles. I had never been
spanked but I suspected this paddle was really going to hurt
if mum wielded it with any strength or purpose.

To my horror Miss Bladen started to teach mum how to use the
paddle so it gave a good spanking. She instructed mum that
she was to smack my bottom as hard as she could, making sure
she moved the strokes around to cover the whole of my bottom
and the back of my legs. 

Finally Miss Bladen told mum to ignore any promises of being
good, or pleas for mercy, from me as they were only attempts
to distract her from giving me a full and proper spanking. 

Then the spanking began I gasped out aloud, the pain was far
worse than I could have imagined. My butt shook with each
smack and it hurt a little more with each stroke that
landed. 

Miss Bladen guided mum in her spanks, directing her to which
areas needed to be reddened more. I screamed out promises of
being good and pleaded for mercy but soon I gave up on even
this and all that could be heard were my crying and deep
sobs.

When Miss Bladen announced that the spanking was ended, I
jumped to my feet as soon as I was released and began to rub
my butt franticly whilst doing the dance of the spanked that
both women found very funny, smiles emerging across their
faces.

At that moment humiliated, embarrassed and in pain I knew
that mum had taken back control and that our lives and
relationship were now totally changed.


NAME: Amanda Edwards

AGE: 39

LOCATION: Tallowa Springs, Cadence County

OCCUPATION: Mother

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: It has made
the males of the world finally realize that females deserve
more respect and dignity. I had a fifteen year old son, Glen
who was very much in need of being taken back under control.
At 15, boys think they are men but TBC was soon to prove to
Glen that he was anything but a man.

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING BACK
CONTROL: The Edwards household definitely had a strong
leaning toward the masculine. My husband Brian was a blend
of the absurdly crude and immaculately refined, a blend I
loved in him but which had rubbed off on my son. I knew how
to control my husband but my son Glen was another matter.

I am a well educated, sophisticated woman but with Glen's  
youthful exuberance, things sometimes got a little inelegant
and out of control around the Edwards house. 

Glen of late often made vulgar jokes, snickered at any sexy
scenes in TV shows and movies, and behaved too much like his
father for my liking.

Glen often blithely ignored my instructions and admonitions,
left doors open, lights on, water running and dropped his
clothes, shoes, school gear and other junk wherever he felt.

The very afternoon that Taking Back Control came into force
I called Glen and my 12 year old daughter Susan into my
bedroom and ordered, "Take all your clothes off, Glen." 
 
"No way! I'm too old to have to do this 'Taking Back
Control' stuff, it sucks, do it to Susan she needs it"
implored Glen.

"Nonsense", l countered ignoring his plea, adding, "If you
don't start taking off your clothes immediately I am ringing
for the Community Guardians." My daughter stood beside me
thrilled with this new turn of events. Glad I could see, to
finally see her big brother being bought down a few pegs.

Slowly Glen removed his shoes and socks slid his trousers
down as directed then removed his tee shirt.

"Your boxer shorts, too," I added.

"But I will be naked in front of you and Susan" whined Glen.

"So, get used to it son" I snapped back authoritatively.

Reluctantly Glen shucked down his boxers and stood naked
before my daughter and myself, his hands flashing up to
cover his groin.

Susan was all smiles at seeing her big brother so
embarrassingly displayed.

"Mum please get her out of here!" Glen protested as he
slowly turned a shade of pink.

I gave my daughter a smile and said, "Susan, you may
continue to stand next to me. It will be a good chance for
you to learn all about a boys body now that Glen's is no
longer hidden and will not be ever again in this house." 

"Mom, please, she's a girl. She can't be allowed to see me
like this," whined Glen in obvious embarrassment as he
sought to conceal his blatant nakedness.

"Glen, remove your hands to your sides and stop covering up.
Let your sister see you naked. If I say she may watch, then
she may watch, you had better get used to being naked at
home and fast!" 

Thinking better of any further complaints, Glen slowly
removed his hands allowing Susan and me to take in the sight
of his youthful male anatomy, his long but skinny penis
topped by a one inch bush of dark thick pubic hair and his
hairless plump hanging testicles.

Turning redder and redder, Glen obviously couldn't bear
having Susan see him nude. Little did my sad-faced fifteen
year old realize that his ordeal was only just beginning.

"Tell her to stop looking at me, mom," protested my son as
he felt Susan's eyes inspecting him.

"Stop your complaining right now young man," I retorted as I
raised my hand and slapped it down on Glen's bare bottom.
This brought an instant yelp from him and a squeal of glee
from Susan.

"Owww that hurt, mom, and not in front of Susan, please!"
cried Glen.

"Glen, in future you will be smacked in front of anyone it
pleases me to, your sister, your aunts, cousins anyone" I
answered sharply. 

"Mum !!!!!" Glen pleaded.

"If you think being smacked in front of your sister the
worst think about 'Taking Back Control' you are sadly
mistaken. I want you to remain totally naked for the rest of
the day and I want you to masturbate for Susan right here
and now so we can how much of a boy or man you are."

"Aw, mom, you're kidding right, Ok, Ok I'll stay naked but I
can't do that other thing. Don't make me do that in front of
you and sis, please," cried my son. 

"Susan, you do it for him," I said.

"Mum no !!!!!!!!!!! Glen cried out 

I ignored his pleas and showed Susan how to jerk him off by
making a circle with her thumb and first finger around his
now erect 4 ½ inch penis and stroking his throbbing shaft.

Susan eagerly placed her hand on Glen's hard erection and
began masturbating him. 
 
"No!  Stop it, don't do that," pleaded Glen.

"You just earned a spanking from your sister when she is
finished or the Guardians if you keep objecting" I
proclaimed 

As Susan continued to stroke Glen's penis he began to leak
pre-cum and before long he arched his back, leant back on
his heals, as his body trembled and he came, shooting his
cum out in four ever decreasing bursts of pleasure all over
the floor in front of Susan who stood there with a look of
amazement and shock on her face.

I didn't give Glen time to recover as I wanted to reinforce
that he was now fully taken under control. "Now get over
Susan's lap, you bad boy!" I ordered. 

I directed Susan to sit upon my bedroom chair.

"Mom, I'm really sorry, I just need to get used to this
taking back control thing, please don't let her spank me" my
son begged.

I was adamant that Glen would quickly learn that I had taken
back control and that in our household respect for females
was mow a mandatory requirement, so I took Glen by the
scruff of his neck and bent the naked boy over Susan's
knees. 

Falling forward, he landed flat on his little sister's
thighs and he wiggled in obvious embarrassment.

"Use this hairbrush, Susan," I said, handing her the
spanking tool.

Enthusiastically Susan curled her free arm around Glen's
waist and held him tight as she raised her spanking hand and
brought down the hairbrush with a resounding "Smack!" that
would have done me proud.

"Owwwwww!!!!" howled Glen as he bucked his hips.

Susan continued spanking her brother's naked bottom at my
command and Glen soon began to cry openly. At my instruction
Susan didn't let up and Glen in the desperation of
humiliating pain kicked his feet into the air and screamed
bloody murder like a little boy, much to the amusement of
Susan's and myself.

By the end of his spanking Glen's buttocks were completely
red which contrasted beautifully with the lily whiteness of
the rest of his skin.

Glen's spanking was over but he could hardly stand. After
asking to be excused like a polite little boy my son hobbled
out of my bedroom with his erect penis bobbing up and down
as he walked. 

I confess there were smiles of delight glowing on the face
of my daughter and myself as we watched Glen leave. The
females of the Edwards household had certainly taken back
control!


End Part 3