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Hard Lessons -- or Anne Becomes a Good Girl

By Kjell Madsen, (c) 2000, 2004

Version 2.1, 14 November 2004

Shortened Preface

This is part 1 of 2.


Caveats:

This story contains explicit descriptions of spanking, enforced
nudity, humiliation, incest, and other sexual situations. If you
are underage, don't read it. If you don't like this kind of
stuff, don't read it. 

This is a fantasy -- it is *not* a manual of child upbringing.
Don't treat your children like this! If you seriously consider
doing that, you are sick. Seek professional help before it's too
late!

This is not a 'stroke-story' -- if that's what you are looking
for, you are wasting your time.


Story codes:

mf, ff, Ff, Mf, inc, span, humil, rom, slow

These are the general codes that I think best describe the story
as a whole. See chapter breakdown in the full preface for
additional codes. 


Plea for feedback:

I love feedback but seldom get any. Please, send an e-mail and
tell me what you think to kjell (DOT) madsen (AT) home (DOT) se.



The fine print: 

This story is copyrighted (c) 2000, 2004 by Kjell Madsen, all
rights reserved. Please ask for my permission first if you want
to repost it or use it in any other way. Archiving by ASSTR is
permitted and encouraged.


Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction and the characters are fictional. Any
similarity to real people, living or dead, is entirely
accidental. Places and events that serve as backgrounds to the
story are modelled on their 'real' counterparts and I have
strived to keep them as close to the original as possible.
However, I have not hesitated to use my 'poetic license' to
change them, as required by my story.

English is not my native language and I have probably made
several silly spelling and grammatical errors. Please, tell me if
you find any errors that upset you.

The author does not necessarily condone or endorse the actions of
his characters (and wholeheartedly disagrees with some of them).
In particular, I don't advocate that *any* child or teenager
should be treated like Anne. At least in Sweden, such treatment
would be illegal (and besides it's simply wrong). The story is a
gross exaggeration of the then current praxis. Spanking,
sometimes on your bare ass, was not an uncommon punishment and I
heard rumours of nude spankings when I grew up. However, nothing
I experienced or heard about came even remotely close to the
'method' described in this tale. Naturally, the story occurs in a
world without sexually transmitted diseases and other ugly facts
of 'the real world'. 

In other words, this is a FANTASY! Don't try to realize it!



Prologue

Lena Lundblad finished her consultation with the last patient's
parents for the day and sighed when they left her office. Her
work as clinical psychologist and specialist on autism was
challenging; she felt gratified that she could help the worried
parents to understand the strange disease a little better.
However, the last months it had been difficult to concentrate on
her job -- she had severe worries of her own. Her teenaged
daughter, Anne, was rebellious and it was getting steadily worse.
Now, she refused to obey anything Lena told her. Worse than that
-- she usually did quite the opposite of what she was told; and
she was constantly swearing at her mother and brothers. The
previous evening, she had wilfully broken several platters when
Lena told her to help her to wash them, and then she had stormed
out of the house, returning late and obviously drunk. Her
husband, Robert, wasn't any help -- he was Professor in Cell
Biology at The University and one of the World's leading experts
on _C. elegance_ -- not on teenaged daughters. Besides, Anne
usually managed to charm him to agree to anything she suggested
-- far too easily.

Lena suspected that her daughter regularly shirked school (her
grades were awful and steadily worsening) and spent her time with
elder boys -- smoking, drinking booze, and having promiscuous
sex. She had tried to ask Anne about the latter subject once.
"Fuck off! I don't have to tell you anything, hag!" was the reply
(a rather typical sample of her daughter's language -- when
Robert wasn't there) before Anne stormed out of the room. Lena
sighed again and started to do her paperwork.

After about an hour, Betty Johnson, the daughter of her boss and
one of Anne's classmates, entered her office and asked politely
if Lena knew where her father was. Lena told her that he was at a
meeting with the other department heads but that he would
probably return soon. "May I sit somewhere and do my homework
while I'm waiting for my father, please?" Betty asked. "Of
course, Betty, you can use the other desk in my room," Lena
answered. "Thank you, Mam," the girl replied, sat down at the
desk, and opened her schoolbooks. Lena tried to concentrate on
her work but she became overwhelmed by her troubles. Betty was
everything a mother could wish for -- and everything *her*
daughter wasn't. The sight of the pretty, polite girl who
industriously did her homework was too much. Lena hid her face in
her hands and cried. She tried to be silent but she couldn't keep
back her sobs. Betty looked up in amazement, and then she went to
Lena and hugged her. "What is it, Mam? Please, don't cry," she
told her.

A few moments later, Professor Vincent Johnson, head of the
Department of Psychiatry at the Academic Hospital, returned from
his meeting and found them. He told Betty to wait outside and
tried to find out why his colleague was crying. After a while,
Lena calmed down enough to tell him; gradually he pieced together
the grim story about Anne's misbehaviour. "I think I can help
you," he concluded, "but you have better come home with us." Lena
went to the bathroom and washed her face. Then she accompanied
Vincent and Betty to his car and they drove the short distance to
their house. Betty immediately went down in the basement and
Vincent led Lena to the living room. He seated Lena in an
armchair and poured her a generous brandy. "Normally, I'm not a
great friend of alcohol, but I think you need a drink," he
declared. Vincent waited while Lena emptied the glass and then he
told her that he would show her something. "Betty, come here!" he
called.

"Yes Dad, I'm coming," Betty replied entering the living room. To
Lena's amazement, Betty was stark naked. She was blushing lightly
but she made no attempt to cover herself -- and her pussy was
completely hairless. "Betty, tell Lena why you are naked!"
Vincent commanded. "I'm *always* naked at home, Mam," Betty
replied. "Neither my sister Nancy, nor myself are allowed to wear
anything at home. All our clothes are kept in lockers in the
basement and Dad or Mom chooses what we shall wear when we go
out." "Tell her why your pussy is bald, Betty," Vincent
continued. "Because that's the way you like it, Dad," was the
reply. "You say that a naked girl is a beautiful girl, and a bald
pussy is a beautiful pussy -- and that a girl doesn't need
clothes or pubic hair." "That's right, my dear. You can go to the
kitchen now start the dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Lundblad will probably
eat with us," he told her. "Thank you Dad," Betty replied,
curtsied, and left them.

Lena was mildly shocked by the strange demonstration but she was
also impressed by Betty's obedience, and the generous drink had
its effect too. After all, Vincent *was* an expert on behavioural
modification, and he had obviously devised a method to turn
teenaged daughters into little angels -- strange though it
seemed. Lena was desperate to find a solution to her problem and
she thought that, maybe, his method would work for Anne too.
Therefore, she agreed to call her husband and tell him to feed
the boys (simple enough; a trip to the nearest hot-dog stand
would do) and join her at Johnson's place. Erik (14) was old and
dependable enough to baby-sit his brother for a few hours, and
Anne was very unlikely to show up before midnight.

Her husband joined them presently and Vincent started to explain
his method. Lena had asked him to do that earlier but he had
declined. "It would be too tedious to repeat it for your
husband," he had replied. Robert hardly believed what he heard
but the sight of the stark naked Betty, and the equally naked
Nancy once she came home together with her mother, convinced him
that Vincent wasn't pulling his leg. Vincent's wife, Ingrid,
joined them and helped her husband to explain the rationale
behind the girls' treatment. "It all started a little more than
four and a half years ago when Nancy just had turned fourteen and
she started to revolt against our rules. Her misbehaviour became
worse and worse. Finally, I had to go to Stockholm in the middle
of the night to fetch her," Ingrid told them. "Nancy went,
without permission, to a party with elder boys. The Stockholm
police found her, half-naked and blind drunk, in a park. I was
scared silly by the thought of what might have happened to her --
and my husband and I decided that she needed a lesson, never to
repeat something like that." 

Ingrid nodded at her husband who continued. "The next morning
when Nancy was more or less sober again, I gave her a thorough
spanking. I knew from my work that humiliation is often more
effective than mere physical pain. Thus, I ordered the girl to
strip naked here in our living room and then I warmed her
buttocks in front of her mother and sister. To further rub in the
message, Nancy had to stay totally naked for the rest of the
weekend." 

After a short pause, Vincent continued his narrative. "The
punishment was reasonably effective. Nancy behaved herself for
several weeks afterwards but then she went to another party and
got herself pregnant. We helped her with an abortion, of course,
but we decided that she had acted like a slut and that she
deserved to be treated like a slut. We forced her to shave her
pussy and she had to stay naked at home for an entire month.
Moreover, she lost her privilege to choose the clothes to wear
and she wasn't allowed to use underwear of any kind. Nancy was
extremely embarrassed -- especially when she had to greet a few
carefully selected guests in her birthday suit. She also became
very anxious to return to the safety of her home directly after
school; she didn't dare to participate in any wild activities --
risking to reveal her lack of panties." 

"We thought that Nancy's punishment had solved the problem with
her misbehaviour," Ingrid added, "and, indeed, it seemed so for
more than three months. Then, both our girls were caught
shoplifting downtown, and I'm afraid your Anne was involved too.
Only the facts that the Head of Police is a friend of ours -- and
that we paid the shop owner promptly for the stolen goods kept
the incident from the criminal records."

Vincent took up the thread again. "That was the final straw. We
decided to make the loss of clothing privileges permanent for
both our girls and we established a series of rewards and
punishments. If you are polite, do your tasks at home, and get
good grades at school, you may be rewarded with a visit to the
cinemas, a new dress, or something like that. Misbehave in any
way, and you are spanked and you loose a privilege, like the
right to use underwear, for a certain time. 

"We have refined the system over the years we have been using it,
and I must say that it has worked better than we expected. The
girls' behaviour has been exemplary, with only a few exceptions,
for almost four years now and we rarely have to punish them.
However, we still withhold their clothing privileges, and they
have to shave their pussies as a reminder of who's in charge,"
Ingrid concluded.

It was now time for dinner and Lena was struck by how different
it was compared with the usual chaos at home. Nancy and Betty
handled most of the preparations -- and when they sat down at the
table they were quiet and very well-behaved. Nevertheless, they
didn't seem to be subdued. If they were embarrassed with their
nudity, the managed to hide it and they took part in the
conversation in a polite and cheerful way. She still thought that
Vincent's system was rather extreme -- but she was impressed by
the result.

***

After dinner, the girls washed up the dishes and went to their
rooms to do their homework, leaving the adults to continue their
discussion. "If you wish, I will ask our friend at the police to
pay special attention to your daughter and to 'arrest' her if he
gets an opportunity. Then you must act quickly and decisively to
implement a similar scheme while Anne's memory of her arrest is
still fresh," Vincent told them. "I'm sure our friend will
cooperate -- he knows about our system and he has seen its good
effect on the girl's behaviour. Of course my wife and I will help
you to get started." Robert and Lena thanked their hosts and
promised to consider the offer. Nevertheless, they were very
uncertain and they discussed the matter far into the night before
they said goodnight and tried to get some sleep. 

They were awakened by the sound of the front door that was
slammed shut and Anne's noisy ascent to her room. Lena looked at
the alarm clock -- it was 4:30. That decided the issue. Robert
and Lena instantly made up their minds to give Vincent's scheme a
try -- it couldn't be worse than their present mess. The next
morning, Lena told Vincent to go ahead with his police friend and
the preparations for Anne's hard lessons began.



Chapter 1 -- One Violation Too Many

The blue Volvo was finally drawing close to Uppsala. It was very
late (or early) and the sky was already brightening at the
eastern horizon. The driver was not sober, but he was at least
not as drunk and stoned as the girl on the passenger seat was. He
drove slowly, trying to keep the car on the right side of the
dirt road. The risk of being stopped by the police was almost
non-existing this time of the night but he had, nevertheless,
avoided the larger roads. Only a few miles remained to drive, and
then he could dump the girl outside her home and get rid of the
stolen car. He glanced at the girl; she was dozing and her
miniskirt had moved up almost to her waist. The driver could
clearly see that she was naked beneath the skimpy garment; her
pussy was partly exposed, partly hidden by her hand. She had
removed her panties earlier during the party and she had
obviously forgotten to put them on again. 

The car now entered the outskirts of the town and the
street-lamps shone through the windscreen and into the girl's
face. Anne (sure enough, it was she) awakened partially and
shielded her eyes from the light with her arm -- and she started
to rub her pussy with her other hand again. She spread her legs a
little wider to get better access to her clit, trying to remember
all the wild things she had done at the party. What a party!
There had been plenty of booze and one of the guys brought pot
from Stockholm. She had danced a wild strip-tease dance on the
table in front of all the guys, not stopping until she was stark
naked and then she had frigged herself to a fantastic orgasm.
Later she had fucked Peter and her 'boyfriend' had agreed to
drive her home as a return favour. 

***

Not only the party had been fantastic -- the whole day before was
one of the most thrilling Fridays she could remember. Anne
giggled when she remembered how she had shown both her wimpy
mother and her two unbearable brothers who was the boss -- on the
same day. 

First she had reduced her mother to tears, simply by refusing to
leave her bed when it was time to get ready for school. It had
been almost too easy.

Then, Hans had returned from school and accused her of destroying
his schoolbooks. What a creep! She *had* emptied a bottle of
tomato catsup in his bag, but what did he expect when he was
careless enough to leave it in the hall? They had been alone in
the house so it had been a simple matter to make him beg her of
forgiveness on his bare knees. Not only his knees had been bare
-- she had forced him to take off every stitch, and then she had
given him a thorough spanking in the living room. She had
commanded the crying boy to wank off in front of her; the little
creep was too young to cum yet, but his small cock became
somewhat larger and very rigid (she had tested its stiffness
herself). Finally, she had forced her humiliated brother to
crawl, stark naked, out to the garden shed and locked the door.
She didn't let him out until shortly before Erik was due to
return home.

However, respectable as these her achievements were, they paled
in comparison with the daring stunt she had pulled on Erik. As
usual on Fridays, her brother had been playing soccer after
school and he went directly home from the game without changing
-- the soccer field was close to their house and that way he
avoided standing in line for the locker room showers. Anne waited
until she heard the shower and then she quietly unlocked the
bathroom door with her spare key. When the sound stopped, she
entered the room, clad in a tank top and skimpy panties.
Pretending to be unaware of Erik's presence, she went to the WC
and sat down, lowering her panties. Not surprisingly, Erik was
very aware of her presence and he tried to get a peek of her
private parts from behind the shower curtain. Anne peed, taking
care to make a lot of noise, directing the flow into the water,
and she let the panties slip down to her feet. Laboured breathing
from behind the curtain indicated that Erik was interested and
aroused. 

Next, she rose, turning her back to the shower, and thus giving
Erik a perfect view of her naked buttocks. When she bent down and
picked up her panties, she heard a moan from the shower -- Erik
had caught a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy from behind.
Feigning surprise, she cried out, pulled up her panties rapidly,
turned around, and yanked away the shower curtain. Erik was
standing with his hand on his stiff cock and a look of utter
embarrassment on his face. "Erik you pervert! Are you spying on
me? Just wait until I tell Daddy!" she cried at him and slapped
his face. She grabbed his clothes and towel and ran from the
bathroom, leaving the door wide-open. After a while she had the
satisfaction of watching a wet and naked Erik emerge furtively
from the bathroom. Her brother's cock was still hard and she had
to admit that it looked quite interesting.

Then came the magnificent party...

Anne intensified her caresses as she was approaching her climax.
She started to move her hips lewdly and loud moans escaped from
her lips. Finally she came with a great cry, "JAAA! GOD! I'M
CUMMING!" Not surprisingly, Anne's behaviour was rather
distracting for Peter and the course became highly erratic.
Finally, a lamppost stopped the wobbling car. As by magic, a
police van materialized and its crew surrounded the stunned (and
stoned) couple. Anne didn't react -- she was too drunk, stoned,
and foggy from her recent orgasm. Her 'boyfriend' was more
experienced -- he had been arrested before and knew that he could
look forward to another stint in the cooler. Peter didn't try to
escape -- that was pointless. However, he managed to drop a small
packet discretely and to kick it under the car -- now his
sentence would be measured in months instead of years.

However, he misjudged (?) the force of the kick and the packet
continued out on the other side of the car, stopping at Anne's
feet when she was dragged out from the passenger seat. A
policeman bent down and picked it up. "Hmm, you dropped
something, Miss," he chuckled.

***

Anne woke in her bare drunkard cell after a terrible night (what
was left of it). Her clothes were dirty and wrinkled and her
tears had streaked the remnant of make-up in her face. She had
cried and begged the policemen to release her and allow her to go
home. When they refused she had protested, telling them that she
was a minor and that they couldn't keep her at the station. All
her protests and crying had been in vain. She was fingerprinted,
strip searched, and forced to leave blood and urine samples.
Next, she was locked into that awful cell and she had cried
herself to sleep. 

[Unbeknown to Anne, her harsh treatment was the result of a new
standing order, concerning a certain young lady, from the Head of
Police. He and Anne's father met in the morning and agreed how to
proceed.]

It was almost noon when she heard a key turn in the lock and the
cell door was opened. A policeman helped her up from the floor
and led her to an austere office. An elderly man, obviously a
ranking officer, was seated behind the desk -- and her father was
sitting in a visitor's chair. Anne had mixed feelings about this.
On one hand, she was very relieved to see her father and she
wished ardently that he would help her out of the mess. On the
other, she was acutely aware of her less than perfect appearance
-- and her father looked uncommonly grim. She hoped that she
would get an opportunity to talk with her father alone -- like
most teen-aged daughters, she had always been able to wind her
father around her little finger.

A hemming from the man behind the desk interrupted her musings.
"Young lady," he began, "I've promised your father to inform him
if you were arrested and to, if possible, prevent that your case
reaches the juvenile court. I did intervene on the behalf of
three young shoplifters four years ago -- as an act of friendship
to the other girls' parents." He paused, looked gravely at Anne,
and continued, "I was prepared to something similar this time.
However, now you are suspected for more serious crimes." Counting
on his fingers, he listed them:

The car you travelled in when you were arrested was stolen. You
are suspected for complicity in car-theft.

You were drunk and, possibly, intoxicated by other drugs. Using
narcotics is a crime we look seriously upon. 

You didn't drive the car but that doesn't completely free you of
suspicions for complicity in drunk-driving and reckless driving.

Your way of dressing may or may not be considered as a criminal
offence, depending on the circumstances. In any case, that is a
relatively minor issue.

The police officer paused again for a while and looked at Anne in
silence. "I think your behaviour was stupid and deplorable. If
you are found guilty as charged, you will probably get between
six months and one year in juvenile prison, especially when your
earlier shoplifting becomes known." Anne was shocked -- "One year
in prison? No! It cannot be true!" she thought with a shudder. 

The officer smiled a mirthless smile and looked at the frightened
girl, "Nevertheless, I'm prepared to let the matter rest on these
charges and leave it to your father to discipline you." He closed
the four fingers on his hand, but then he raised his thumb and
became very grim. "However," he continued, "there is one
additional charge -- and it is worse than all the others
combined." With his other hand he put a small packet on his desk.
"What is this?" he asked her. Anne looked at the packet in
bewilderment. "... I don't know ... Sir" she answered after a
long silence. "I know," he replied grimly, "it's a packet of pure
heroin, usually given to drug peddlers by the guys higher up in
the syndicates, and it's worth a small fortune on the black
market. Possession of such a packet is a ticket for at least five
years in prison -- and it was found at your feet when you were
arrested. 

At first, Anne hardly comprehended what the police officer was
saying. She stared at him with gaping mouth. Five years in
prison? *Five years*! The meaning slowly sank in and Anne
collapsed in a sobbing heap. The new shock was added on top of
all her other awful experiences at the police station -- it was
too much for her. She started to cry uncontrollably, she threw
herself on the floor, and she babbled her denials desperately.
She was so terrified that her bladder cut loose and she wet
herself. It took almost five minutes before Anne became coherent
again and her interrogation could continue.

The man now changed his tactics and became sympathetic. As he had
explained earlier to Anne's father, he believed that the girl was
comparatively innocent -- at least from a legal point of view.
"She isn't the type of person who peddles heroin, at least not
yet," he told Robert. "The small fish almost always use the stuff
themselves and there were no injection marks anywhere on Anne's
body -- we checked that carefully before we put her in the cell.
At worst, she agreed to hide the packet, probably without knowing
what it was, but that is also unlikely. They were arrested very
quickly after the crash and there was hardly any time to make an
agreement. Her companion probably hid the packet in her clothes
or just threw it away and it happened to land by her feet."
"However, I will use it to scare the shit out of her, killing two
birds with one stone. It will give you a very strong hold on her
to make her obey you absolutely, *and* her wish to prove her
innocence will guarantee that she tells me anything she knows
about the man. He is a small-timer but a seasoned criminal and a
gutter lawyer. He will probably not even give me the time of the
day."

His prognosis turned out to be accurate. The desperate girl
spilled everything she knew (which wasn't very much) and
confessed that she had been drinking alcohol and smoking pot --
but not using any other drugs. She had met Peter at the party and
she didn't know his full name or that he was a criminal. She
swore that she had never seen the packet -- or anything like it
-- in her whole life. 

Finally, Anne's interrogation was over and the police officer
told her, "You have been a very naughty girl, Anne, but you have
been helpful during this questioning. I think you have answered
truthfully and I hope that you will take this lesson to your
heart. Therefore, I release you to the custody of your father, if
he is willing to accept the responsibility." Robert confirmed
that he accepted the charge but he wondered what he should do if
Anne disobeyed him and misbehaved again. "I leave it to your
discretion," the officer replied. "If Anne disobeys you and you
feel that you cannot discipline her yourself, call me and I will
reconsider my decision." He looked at Anne and told her sternly,
"Young lady, remember that you are on parole -- if I ever see you
here again, I will not be so lenient."



Chapter 2 -- Dire Consequences

Anne and Robert left the police station and he led her to his car
with a firm grip on her arm. People stared at them and Anne was
acutely aware of what a sight she must be. She was very relieved
when they entered the car and she was partly hidden in it. Her
father maintained a stony silence during the entire drive home,
totally ignoring Anne's attempts to talk to him. Anne's
apprehension grew steadily -- she had hoped to get an opportunity
to 'explain' her transgression in her own way (and to get out of
her fix with an empty promise not to repeat it) but her father
appeared to be totally immune to her usual tactics. They reached
the house and Robert gripped Anne's arm again and led her to
their living room.

Anne's heart sank when she saw that the rest of her family was
assembled in the room. Her mother looked stern and determined and
her brothers looked expectant. She suddenly remembered the hints
Betty had once dropped about her punishments. "Oh No! He cannot
mean to spank me in front of them, can he?" she thought and she
blanched when she remembered that she had lost her panties -- her
spanking would automatically be on her bare ass. "Dad, I'm sorry,
I'm..." she began in a small voice. "SHUT UP BITCH, AND LISTEN TO
ME!" her father roared. The shocked girl stared at her father --
he had never used such language or shouted at her before. Robert
went on and gave his daughter the worst telling-off in her young
life and she was crying uncontrollably long before the end of it
-- and her brothers were smirking gleefully. "...This is the last
straw," he concluded. "You have behaved like a bitch and a slut.
I don't appreciate to have to collect my half-naked daughter at
the police. You have made one violation too many and you will
receive a long overdue spanking." Robert looked sternly at Anne.
"Take off your clothes!" he commanded.

Anne was stunned -- her father ordered her to take off her
clothes in front of the entire family. "But..." she started to
protest feebly. "Shut up Anne!" he interrupted her. "You seem to
delight in seeing your brothers naked, and I find no reason why
they shouldn't see you naked too." He looked grimly at Anne and
continued, "You have only two choices, young lady. Either you
strip naked and accept your spanking, or we go back to the police
and let them take care of you. If you don't start stripping
before I've counted to three, I'll bring you back. One..." Anne
started to cry again. "Please Daddy, please don't do this to me.
Please don't force me to strip naked in front of my brothers,"
she implored him between her sobs. "Two..." was the only reply.
Anne was defeated; with tears streaming down her face and a
trembling chin she started to strip. She didn't wear much to
begin with and all too soon she was standing stark naked on the
living room carpet, facing her father and the rest of her family.
Anne was very embarrassed; she was blushing furiously and tried
desperately to hide her private parts with her hands. She wasn't
very successful and Erik, finally, achieved his much-coveted
ambition -- to see his sister's entire, naked body.

Robert sat down on a chair and told Anne to lie on his lap. Then
he started to spank his naked daughter -- hard. Anne was soon
crying and wailing loudly and, as her buttocks turned first rosy
pink and then into deeper shades of red, she forgot all thoughts
of preserving her modesty. She wriggled on her father's lap and
she kicked her feet in a vain attempt to avoid the worst effects
of the hard spanks that landed on her behind. Erik moved closer
and he had an unrestricted view of Anne's pussy from behind. He
had a raging hard-on, and he started to worry that he would come
in his pants. At last, Anne's father stopped spanking her and
told her to stand up. She complied and rubbed her smarting
behind. Then she picked up her clothing, believing that her
ordeal was over.

Her hopes were dashed immediately. "Drop your clothes, Anne!" her
father commanded. "Your punishment has only started yet." Robert
rose from the chair, looked at his wife, and said, "Your turn,
dear." Lena sat down and commanded Anne to lie down on her lap.
"You have been rude to me, using abusive language, as well as
being disobedient. This must stop from now on, and as a reminder
I will give you twenty strokes with my hairbrush. You must count
them and thank me politely after each one, or I will start from
the beginning again." With that she started to use her brush; it
landed with a resounding 'SMACK!' on Anne's thigh, leaving a
crimson mark. Anne cried out from the sharp pain and completely
forgot her mother's instructions. However, after the first few
uncounted strokes, she had learnt her lesson and started to count
them and thank her mother. "Ow! One. Thank you Mom ... Aj! Two.
Thank you Mom..." The pain was terrible and Anne couldn't lie
still. She flailed her arms and legs, and she wriggled so
violently that she almost fell from her mother's lap. Lena
stopped the spanking for a moment and told her sons to help her
and hold Anne's arms and legs. They obeyed her with glee and
Erik, sitting on the floor and holding her legs, had a perfect
close-up view of Anne's pussy. The spanking commenced again and
Anne had to concentrate hard to fulfil her task. "... Ouch!
Seven. Thank you, Mom ... OH! Eight. Thank you, Mom..."

The terrible punishment continued relentlessly and at eighteenth
stroke it happened: "OW! Seventeen. Thank you, Mom." Lena
stopped. "What did you say Anne?" she asked her mildly. "That was
number eighteen. I'm afraid you lost count, my dear." Anne broke
down and babbled hysterically. "Please Mom ... I'm sorry ... I
didn't mean to ... Please ... Mom, please don't start over ... I
cannot take any more ... Please..." she begged. Lena looked
compassionately at her daughter and told her kindly, "Alright
Anne I won't start over -- you didn't try to cheat. We will start
at eighteen." Anne was filled of gratitude for her mother's mercy
and her thanks for the remaining three spanks came from the
bottom of her heart. When the spanking was over Anne embraced her
mother and apologized sincerely for how she had treated her. Lena
kissed her daughter and said, "Thank you for your apology Anne. I
forgive you -- but you still have to come to terms with your
brothers."

Erik took place in the chair and told his sister to lie on his
lap, which she did sheepishly. He gave her a few slaps on her
behind -- they were not particularly hard but Anne's well-spanked
ass was now highly sensitive and she cried out in pain.
Presently, he stopped and caressed Anne's crimson buttocks
gently. "I think you have been spanked enough, Sis," he told her,
"but Mom told me that it was OK to get my revenge in other ways."
He touched her pussy and started to fondle it. Anne felt utterly
humiliated -- she was lying, stark naked in front of the entire
family, on her brother's lap -- and he was playing with her
pussy. Her face became beetroot red, and then her embarrassment
became total when her body started to respond. Anne's naked body
was soon covered with sweat and her pussy was dripping. She
spread her legs to give Erik better access and he inserted, first
one, and then a second, finger in her cunt. Anne started to moan
in time with her brother's caresses and her hips moved
involuntarily. She wasn't long in coming and she couldn't
restrain herself. "JA! I'M COMING. OH GOD!" she cried. "Thank
your brother for your orgasm," Lena told Anne. "Thank you Erik.
Thank you very much," Anne panted. "You are welcome, Sis," Erik
replied in a strained voice. Then he told Anne to suck his cock
and she obeyed without hesitation, kneeling in front of him. Erik
was in Heaven -- his naked sister was giving him his first
blowjob. He was already very aroused from seeing her coming on
his lap and he soon reached his climax. Anne swallowed most of
the cum but some of it overflowed and smeared her face. "Thank
you, Sis," Erik panted, "we are not even yet, but you just made a
sizeable down-payment."

Next, it was Hans' turn. He leered evilly at his sister and said
(trying to mimic the academic language of his parents), "I had
great difficulties to decide where to begin when Mom told me that
I could have my revenge on you -- but I think I'll start by doing
to you what you did to me yesterday." Then he forced Anne to
crawl on all fours out in the garden and up to the garden shed.
Whenever Anne hesitated (often) and looked anxiously for any
signs of their neighbours, he prodded her to continue with
well-aimed swats on her rump with his Ping-Pong racket. Anne
couldn't restrain herself but cried out at each swat; and she
became terrified that the neighbours would hear her outcries and
come to investigate. The rest of the family accompanied them to
follow their progress. (Unbeknown to Anne, their real purpose was
to distract any spectators, if necessary, and prevent them from
seeing the naked girl.) Hans forced Anne to take roundabout way
to the shed, and she was a nervous wreck when she, finally,
reached it and could hide there. Hans locked the door and gave
the key to his mother with a very satisfied smile.

***

Anne spent several hours in the small shed before her mother
returned and let her out. Strangely enough, she brought no
clothes and Anne had to return to the house as naked as she had
left it. She didn't dare to protest (her buttocks still ached
dully after her thorough spanking) but she crouched to avoid the
neighbours' attention and ran the shortest way through their
garden. "You look awful, Anne," her mother told her. "Go and
clean up, dear, and then return and help me with the dinner...
and don't dawdle." Anne was unaccustomed of being ordered to do
things like this; her mother had not used this manner toward her
since she grew up and ceased to be a little girl. Nevertheless,
she complied gladly. "Yes, Mom," she replied and left for the
bathroom. Thankfully, her brothers were not in evidence when she
passed their rooms and she managed to reach the bathroom unseen.
She stayed in the shower for a long time and washed her body very
thoroughly. Then she dried herself and returned to her room,
wrapped in a towel, to put on her make-up and to dress. Anne was
in for a new shock; there were no signs of her cosmetics bag --
and not a stitch remained of her clothing. She stared in unbelief
at her empty closet and drawers and then she ran back to the
kitchen, still wrapped in her towel. "All my clothes are gone!
Where are they?" she shouted angrily at her mother.

Lena looked sternly at her angry daughter. "Young lady," she
replied, "don't use that tone at me *ever* again or you will get
another spanking." Anne's anger deflated immediately and she
blanched at the mentioning of a new spanking. "Mom, I'm sorry.
Please, don't spank me again!" she begged in a tiny, trembling
voice. "I though my brothers did this to me to humiliate me
again," she explained. Her mother smiled gently and replied,
"Don't fear Anne! I won't spank you if you head my warning and
continue to be polite and obey me." "Actually," she continued,
"your brothers *did* help me to remove your clothes. Your
punishment is not over yet and you have to stay naked until I
give you leave to dress -- and then I, not you, will decide what
you will wear." Anne was dismayed; she wasn't allowed to dress,
and her mother hadn't told her how long she had to stay naked.
Nevertheless, she headed her mother's stern warning and was very
polite to her when she replied that she accepted her terms of
punishment. Lena smiled gently; "Return your towel to the
bathroom, dear, and come back and help me with the dinner," she
told her daughter kindly.

Anne wasn't allowed to dress for dinner and her brothers,
especially Hans, teased the naked girl mercilessly; something her
parents did nothing to prevent. When the blushing girl tried to
retaliate in kind, Robert told her sternly to behave herself and
be polite to her brothers. She had to stay and wash up the dishes
afterwards, and then she fled to her room. After a while, Hans
entered her room, without knocking, and asked her scornfully if
she wouldn't come down and watch TV like she used to, and Anne
told him to get lost. He leered at her and said, "You've better
be polite to me or I will tell Mom and she will spank you again
-- and you will stay naked for ever." Then he laughed mockingly
and left her alone again. Anne was thankful for the small
blessing but she wondered how long her punishment would last --
and when she would get back her clothes. She deeply regretted her
behaviour, and she promised herself to be more careful in the
future. She also remembered the innumerable times she had scorned
and humiliated her mother and brothers, especially Hans, and she
realized, with sinking heart, that it would be a long time before
they truly forgave her -- if ever. Her hopeless situation struck
her and she started to cry softly; she was still crying when she
fell asleep much later



Chapter 3 -- Anne's Black Sunday

To her dismay, Anne was not allowed to dress when she woke up
next morning. She had to spend the day in her birthday suit.
Moreover, she wasn't allowed to hide in her room but was given
various chores to do -- subjected to constant sneers from Hans
and Erik's lustful glances. Hans, in particular, excelled in
finding humiliating tasks for her to do and Erik frequently took
the opportunity to fondle various parts of her naked body. When
she complained about her humiliating treatment, her father made
it eminently clear that she had no choice but to accept it. "You
have been very mean to your brothers for a long time, Anne. It's
only natural that they want to humiliate you in revenge and you
cannot expect them to stop yet. Your mother and I have told the
boys how far they are allowed to go and we will stop them if they
step over the line." He paused and looked intently at his
daughter. "Anne," he continued, "they are not allowed to harm you
physically, to humiliate you worse than teasing in public, to
tell others what they do to you, or to do anything else that
could taint your public reputation -- but anything else goes."
"But," the shocked girl protested in a trembling voice, "Erik
touched my pussy several times -- it's so embarrassing." "You
must allow him to do that, Anne," was the laconic reply. "He is
not allowed to fuck or sodomize you but he can do anything less
than that. Your best course is to accept it graciously and hope
that he will appreciate it and start to feel protective towards
you."

Late in the afternoon, Lena gave Anne a dress and told her
daughter to put it on -- she wasn't given anything else, not even
shoes, and the dress was far too girlish for Anne's taste.
However, she was overjoyed to escape from her enforced nudity;
she embraced her mother and thanked her with tears of happiness
in her eyes. Lena smiled fondly at her happy and grateful
daughter but told her, "Don't let your spirits rise too high,
Anne. Your punishment isn't over and you haven't earned the right
to wear clothes yet. However, we must preserve your reputation
and it might be tarnished if you were naked on our outing." Anne
sobered immediately and became apprehensive. "Outing? Where are
we going?" she thought.

Presently, Robert entered the room and asked them if they were
ready. They went to the car and seated themselves. Anne was
placed in the middle of the backseat, flanked by her brothers. No
sooner had they started the drive, than Erik lifted the hem of
Anne's dress and started to fondle her pussy again. He soon made
her highly aroused -- she was on the very brink of orgasm when
Lena told him to stop. Anne had barely recovered when they
reached their destination -- Johnsons' large, old house. Robert
parked the car outside the garage; then he walked up to the front
door and the others followed him. Anne became acutely aware that
she was almost naked; the sharp shingle on the driveway hurt her
bare feet when she followed her father gingerly, and the chilly
wind blew through her thin dress, drying her sweaty body and
making her nipples harden. 

The door opened and Nancy met them. She was stark naked, and
behind her an equally naked Betty was standing. None of the girls
made any attempts to cover themselves and Anne was amazed to see
that both their pussies were completely bald. Unsurprisingly,
Erik was delighted. "That's the way a girl should look like.
Don't you agree, Sis?" he giggled and patted Anne's naked
buttocks beneath her dress. "Welcome and please come in," Nancy
greeted them. "Our parents are waiting in the living room." "Take
off your dress, Anne, and leave it in the hall. We girls are not
allowed to wear anything indoors," she added to Anne. "Yeah!
That's the way it should be!" a delighted Erik exclaimed and
'helped' Anne to remove her only garment -- and Hans giggled
gleefully. Thus, Anne's escape from total nudity lasted for less
than half an hour -- and it would become worse.

***

Nancy led the others to the living room while Betty hugged Anne
and said, "Anne, I'm glad that we can be together again but I'm
sorry it should be like this." "What do you mean, Betty?" the
bewildered Anne asked. "Our parents convinced your parents that
you should be treated in the same way that we are," Betty
replied, "and that means that I don't have to keep the conditions
I live under secret from you anymore. We can be friends and visit
each other like before -- that's the good thing. The bad thing is
that you will share our fate and live under the same restrictions
that we do. Schoolwork and domestic tasks will be your whole
world -- goodbye parties, goodbye boyfriends," she sighed. 

The bleak picture of her future horrified Anne. "Oh, No!" she
exclaimed, "My parents cannot mean to do this to me." "They can,
and they will," Betty replied with conviction. "I was there, in
her office three weeks ago, when your mother started to cry over
your misconduct -- and later Dad used me to demonstrate his
method for your parents. Moreover, Dad would never invite your
whole family to see us if your parent's haven't decided to use
his method already. Your Mom and Dad, yes, and maybe you to shake
you up -- but never your brothers. Trust me -- you are in for
it," Betty concluded. Anne believed her. She didn't realize the
full purport of what Betty had told her, but she understood
enough -- she was stunned.

"Betty and Anne, come here!" Betty's father called from the
living room. "Come, Anne! We must obey him immediately," Betty
told Anne and rushed her into the living room. "Welcome, Anne.
Come and let me have a closer look at you," Vincent told her
kindly. Anne took a few tentative steps into the room and then
she stopped, blushing furiously and shielding her crotch with her
hands. "Anne, do as he says!" her father commanded sternly. The
humiliated girl walked slowly up to Vincent and stopped in front
of him, still shielding her pussy with her hands. "Good. Take
your hands away! Good girl ... now turn around ... bend forward
... now turn around again..." Vincent examined her as if she was
a price cow, and he was the judge. Anne felt utterly humiliated
by the examination and she wished that the floor would open and
that she could fall through the hole and disappear from the
surface of the Earth. 

Finally, the humiliating examination was over and Vincent smiled
fondly at the blushing girl. "You are pretty, Anne," he praised
her, "Girls don't need clothes -- a naked girl is as beautiful as
she can be. However your pubic hair spoils the overall impression
-- girls don't need that hair." "Betty, take Anne upstairs and
help her to shave her pussy! Return here when you are ready!" he
commanded. "Yes, Dad," Betty replied and left the room, leading
the devastated Anne to the bathroom.

***

The two girls returned after a while and now Anne's pussy was as
hairless as Betty's. Vincent praised her and told her to show her
pretty pussy for everybody in the room. The girl was so stunned
by her recent treatment, and by what Betty had told about
Vincent's method when she shaved Anne's pussy, that she didn't
even think of protesting. Erik's eyes widened in appreciation
when Anne stopped in front of him and displayed her bare snatch
-- and Hans smirked at her, greatly enjoying his sister's obvious
discomfiture. 

Next, the party moved to the table; the adults conversed about
inconsequential subjects and their children were mostly silent.
Anne was surprised that her brothers didn't tease her; even Hans
was unusually quiet and well behaved. She was grateful for the
small blessing and it was not until much later that she learned
the reason; when she was upstairs, her mother had asked Vincent
if he believed that his method could be used for misbehaving boys
too. He had replied that he saw no reason why not -- the details
may have to be changed a bit but the general principles would be
the same. Lena had nodded and looked meaningfully at Hans who
found the subject profoundly disturbing. He had the same wild and
rebellious streak in his character as his sister -- and he knew
very well that his mother was aware of it.

After dinner, they reassembled in the living room and Ingrid
described in detail how the system of rewards and punishments
worked, and Nancy gave her views of the system from the recipient
end. "It has helped me to concentrate on my schoolwork and
improved my grades tremendously," she said. "Of course, it's
embarrassing to be stark naked at home, especially when we have
visitors, but I know it's for my own good; it's an excellent
reminder that I'm still a minor, and that I'm dependent on my
parents. They have promised me that I will regain my clothing
privileges when I start at the University -- if I behave myself
until then." "Yes, that's true," Ingrid interjected, smiling
fondly at her daughter, "and we will probably buy her a flat. A
University student needs her freedom -- if she is ready for it."


The full impact of her situation became horribly clear to Anne --
this was not a short-term punishment but a total and permanent
change of her life. She was sixteen and her entrance into the
Academia was far away in the obscure future -- if ever. She
wondered what her fate would be if she failed to enter The
University, or if her parents deemed her unready for her freedom.
"They will surely force me to be naked until I turn twenty-one
and reach my majority," she thought with a shudder. "Instead of
five years in prison I will get five years of ... slavery." She
was sorely tempted to tell her father to take her back to the
police station but something held her back. "Betty and Nancy seem
to have accepted their fate, and they had survived it for four
years. Maybe, I will manage to do the same ... and if I behave
and get really good grades, it will be only a little more than
three years before I can start at The University," she thought
somewhat relieved.

Vincent continued to advice Anne's parents on how to implement
the program and he told the boys how they could help to ensure
that she didn't stray from it. "You Erik, in particular, must
assume the role of Anne's big brother," he told him, "Anne will,
in effect, become your kid sister. You must help her and protect
her -- and discipline her if necessary. Both your parents are
working and it will be your responsibility to get her to school,
and back home promptly afterwards. When you are alone, you must
baby-sit your sister." Erik looked very proud over his new
responsibility; he put his arm protectively over Anne's shoulders
and said, "Sure, I will take care off her." "Don't fool with me,
Sis!" he told her patronizingly -- and fondled her breasts. Anne
was overwhelmed by despair; she would loose her position as the
eldest sibling and be treated like a little girl (in all ways but
one, no doubt) who wouldn't be allowed to do anything on her own.
Tears started to fill her eyes and trickled silently down her
cheeks. "Don't cry, Sis. I will take care of you," Erik told her
with a gentle smile. Not surprisingly, that made her unhappiness
worse, and Betty looked at her with concern in her eyes.

Anne's predicament would become even more appalling. Hans was
assigned the task to spy on her (naturally, it was not put
forward so bluntly -- but that was what it was) and report any
transgressions he discovered. He accepted his task with glee and
Anne was certain that he would spare no effort to make trouble
for her. She could se that he was busy already, planning how he
could lay traps for her. If Hans had his will, his sister would
be spanked and humiliated constantly. The worse her punishment
became, the happier he would be.

***

Finally, it was time for Anne's family to say goodbye and return
home -- and Hans immediately took the opportunity to humiliate
his sister again. "Mom, it's dark outside and you said that Anne
hasn't earned the right to use clothes. Shouldn't she go home
without her dress?" he asked. "You are right, Hans. It's dark
enough for her to be naked," Lena replied. Thus, Anne had to
leave the house stark naked and Hans danced around her. "My
sister is naked. My stupid sister is naked. Her body is bare and
her pussy is bald..." he chanted. Anne was totally humiliated and
scared stiff that somebody would hear him -- and come to watch
her. Fortunately, their father stopped Hans, telling him to shut
up. "You are stepping over the line, son," he said. You are
drawing attention to us and risking Anne's exposure. That is not
allowed -- you must preserve her public reputation."

Anne was on the verge of nervous breakdown when she, after what
seemed half an eternity, reached her home -- and the safe haven
of her room. Nobody saw her, but there was a close call when she
left the car and was on her way to their house -- and one of
their neighbours walked by, airing his dog. She had to hide
behind a bush; the dog found her and actually sniffed on her
naked ass. However, her parents deftly distracted the man with
neighbourly small talk -- and Hans, for once, kept his mouth.
Anne was chilled to her bones and almost paralyzed with fright
when her father helped her up from her hiding and rapidly
escorted her indoors. Once inside, the reaction set in and her
whole body was trembling when her mother helped her to clean off
the dirt and put her to bed. Anne was totally exhausted from her
ordeal and she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.



Chapter 4 -- Anne's New Life

Anne passed the first days of her new life in a daze. Each
morning she woke up, showered, and went downstairs to prepare
breakfast. After breakfast, her parents left for work, and Anne
was allowed to go down in the basement to put on the clothing her
mother had selected for her (always pretty, girlish dresses and
no underwear; she didn't know the fate of her old wardrobe). Then
Erik accompanied her to school, taking his new duties seriously.
After school he accompanied her home again and Anne had to go
directly down in the basement to take off her clothes. When she
protested the first time, Erik resolutely turned her over his
knees and gave her a hard spanking on her bare ass. She did her
homework until her mother returned home and she had to help her
with various domestic chores. They prepared dinner together; and
after the meal, Anne continued with her homework until she had
finished it -- to Erik's satisfaction. Subsequently, she was free
to read or to go downstairs and watch TV until ten o'clock when
she had to go to bed and turn off the light. Needless to say, she
wasn't very keen on watching TV in the buff, together with her
fully clothed brothers, so she spent as much of her time as
possible in her room reading.

Naturally, Anne didn't turn into an angel overnight. When the
first shock subsided, her old ways reasserted themselves on
numerous occasions. However, they were not tolerated. If the
offence was minor, like a rude answer, Erik or Lena administered
minor justice on the spot. Major offences, like when she gave
Hans a (well deserved) beating, became the subject for the family
court. Unfortunately, this court invariably decided in Anne's
disfavour. Like the first time, she ended up being spanked by
both her father and her mother, spanked and fondled by Erik, and
further humiliated by Hans. The first weeks, Anne's buttocks more
often than not had, at least, a reddish hue and she seated
herself somewhat delicately. However, she learned to control her
temper (most of the time), and the frequency of minor and major
offences, and the inevitable punishments, gradually declined.
After the first two weeks, they became rare and her youngest
brother was then almost always the cause of Anne's misfortune.

***

Anne was almost as nervous on her first day in school after the
dreadful Sunday as she had been on the very first school day in
her life. Here she was, in a very girlish dress and with her face
completely devoid of any of her usual makeup. What a total
difference from the tough and trendy persona that she had shown
her classmates for the last two years. They stared in amazement
at the cute, girlish girl in the doorway, hardly recognizing her
as Anne. The members of Anne's former 'gang' giggled and pointed
their fingers at her, making her blush with embarrassment. It was
a great relief that her homeroom teacher seemed to have been
informed about the change. "Welcome, Anne," he said, "I'm happy
to hear that you have promised your parents to take your
schoolwork seriously again. To help you do that, I think it's
better if you move forward and sit beside Betty." "Thank you,
Sir," Anne replied politely and seated herself beside the other
girl, in the front row." Her new meekness and polite ways caused
another burst of tittering from her old buddies on the back row,
but Anne ignored them and the teacher glared angrily at them.

On the first break, the girls surrounded her curiously and
started to pump her about the reasons behind her abrupt change,
and Anne felt obliged to give them some kind of an answer. She
told them a very edited version of her disastrous misadventures
with the police and her subsequent punishment. "I had to make a
deal with my parents for them to help me out of the mess," she
concluded. "I promised them to concentrate on my schoolwork and
improve my grades." "Oh, Pooh!" one of the girls exclaimed in
scorn. "Don't be such a wimp, Anne! Come to my place after school
and I will lend you some hip clothes instead of that silly dress
-- and then we can join a party I know about." "No, thank you,
Maria," Anne replied, "I must dress like this -- it's part of my
deal -- and I cannot go to the party. I have to go home directly
after school to do my homework." 

Anne looked earnestly at the other girl. "Believe me, Maria!" she
continued after a short pause. "It's no fun at all but I have to
obey my parents -- or I'm in deep trouble. I suggest that you are
very careful too -- or *your* parents may pull the same stunt on
you." Maria laughed derisively, "Don't fear for me, wimp! I can
do anything I wish -- Mom just cries and I can wind Dad around my
little finger." "Come on, girls! Let's leave that crashing bore!"
Maria told the others and they ran away, leaving Anne alone. "So
did I think too -- only three days ago," she muttered to herself
with a sigh, watching the backs of her former buddies. "And so
did I -- once upon a time," Betty interjected. She had walked
silently up to the crowd, and she had overheard Anne's musings. 

Anne and Betty talked for the rest of the break, and they were
together her whole first day in school. Whenever some of her
former buddies teased Anne (often), Betty told them to stop and,
strangely enough, they respected her. The other girl grew
steadily in Anne's eyes; she was not at all the wimp and bore
that Anne had thought, as late as last week. Now, she knew,
firsthand, what Betty had gone through for the last four years;
she admired the other girl's strength and she was glad that Betty
wanted to be her friend. When they left the school after their
last lesson, Erik was waiting for Anne to accompany her home. She
was embarrassed to be walked home like a little girl, but she
noticed that Betty and some of the other girls glanced at her
brother appreciatively, and she suddenly realized that he was
becoming quite handsome. He was big for his age, broad shouldered
from all his physical training and taller than she was -- and his
new responsibilities had made him more mature. He had really
grown into his big brother role. She felt a certain shameful
pride over her brother -- and the longing glances he received
from the other girls.

Anne, in contrast, appeared to have grown younger in her girlish
dress and without any makeup at all. She realized that anyone who
didn't know both of them would automatically think that he was
older than she was -- having mixed feelings about it. On one
hand, she felt utterly robbed of her proper place as the elder
sibling and forced into the role of her brother's kid sister. On
the other, it made her embarrassment easier to bear. To be
fetched by her big brother after school was not fun, but it was,
at least, understandable in the light of what she had told the
others. If they knew that it was her kid brother who fetched her
(the truth), it would be almost as humiliating as if he had
lifted the hem of her dress, showing everybody that she was
utterly naked underneath it. Therefore, she smiled at Erik and
let him take her hand protectively, leading her the short way
home.

***

After the first day, Anne became gradually more at ease at
school, and she started to find that being a good girl had its
rewards. It was actually fun to be able to answer the teachers'
questions (and to watch their astonished miens when she knew the
right answer). Betty introduced Anne to her friends (other nice
girls, interested in their schoolwork, needless to say) and she
found them likable. True, her old friends were abandoning her;
they considered her a hopeless bore when she constantly declined
to participate in their parties and other wild adventures.
However, she and Betty became as close friends as when they
started school together, and many of her other classmates liked
the 'new' Anne better than the old. Thus, after the first week,
Anne felt confident in her new role at school -- and she was
proud and happy when she passed a written Math exam without a
single fault.

There was one exception that still made Anne extremely nervous --
the physical training. That is, she loved the PT itself; it was
the only subject she had never neglected and she had kept her
good grades in it -- when every other grade of hers slid rapidly
downhill. Moreover, it was her only chance to dress like
everybody else now. At all other times, she was either wearing
her birthday suit or a frilly dress, with nothing underneath. No,
it was the change out of, and into, those dresses that she
feared. What if somebody saw that she didn't have any underwear?
What if they saw her bald pussy? The first two times, Anne
feigned illness but eventually she had to face the dreadful
situation. With luck, a desperate skill in timing, and the help
from Betty, she long avoided showing her lack of underwear.
However, she couldn't avoid showing her bald pussy when all the
girls undressed for the showers. To Anne's great relief, it never
became an issue. Betty and several of the other girls had
hairless pussies too. She was caught bare-breasted, without any
bra in evidence, a few times but that wasn't seen as particularly
strange. Anne had small perky breasts and the other girls simply
assumed that she didn't need a bra yet -- several of the others
were braless too. 

Finally, the unthinkable happened. In a moment of carelessness,
Anne bent forward to put her exercise clothes in her bag -- when
one of the other girls was sitting on a bench directly behind
her. The hem of Anne's dress rose, exposing her naked behind to
the girl. Her eyes went round with astonishment. "Anne, you don't
have any panties!" she giggled and the other girls, especially
Anne's former 'gang' took it up. "Anne doesn't have any panties.
Her ass is bare..." they chanted and giggled hysterically.

Anne was speechless, feeling utterly humiliated, but Betty came
to her rescue. "SHUT UP FOOLS!" she cried, glaring at the other
girls. They obeyed her, looking surprised and rather shamefaced.
"Can't you see that you are making Anne's punishment and
humiliation worse?" Betty asked angrily. "She doesn't go
bare-assed by choice, but on her parent's order -- as part of her
punishment." Several of the other girls blanched at the very
thought of such a humiliating penalty -- and Maria finally
understood the full impact of what Anne had told her. "Anne, is
it really true?" she asked unbelievingly. "Yes ... it's true ...
it's so embarrassing," Anne whispered, blushing furiously. "Anne,
please forgive me! I didn't know," Maria replied and hugged her.
All the girls promised solemnly to keep Anne's secret, and from
that moment nobody teased her again.

Nevertheless, Anne's secret became known. Their teacher was on
her way to the showers when the incident occurred, and she heard
Betty's outcry and their talk afterwards. She withdrew discretely
and waited until the others left Anne and Betty alone. Then she
entered the room and demanded an explanation. With Betty's help,
Anne was able to tell the shameful truth to the astonished
teacher. Their teacher was enraged. Not at Anne -- it was
evidently not the poor girl's fault -- she was furious at Anne's
parents. She told Anne to go home immediately and said that she
would talk with the girl's parents. "They have treated you
disgracefully, Anne, and I will report it to the police if they
don't stop it immediately," she said in an angry voice. Anne went
home, accompanied by Betty, and nervously awaited her mother's
return. Betty consoled her. "Whatever happened, it was not your
fault, and I will stay with you and help you explain it to your
Mom," she said. Then she called her own mother and told her what
had happened and why she had to accompany Anne home. Betty's
mother understood the seriousness of the incident immediately.
She told Betty to stay with Anne and promised to come there
herself as soon as possible.

***

Ingrid was the first to arrive, followed by Hans, who stared
curiously at the two naked girls (naturally, both of them had
been obedient to the rules and shed their clothing) and he
started to taunt his sister. Ingrid glanced sternly at the boy
and told him to shut up. To Anne's relief, he obeyed but he
stayed with them. Hans realized that something out of the
ordinary had occurred, and he was determined to find out what it
was -- it might prove useful in his Vendetta against Anne. Lena
and Vincent arrived in a short while, followed by Erik and
Robert. To his dismay, Hans was told to go to his room and stay
there. He was very disappointed and upset that he was singled out
-- Erik was allowed to stay but not he. Then, the adults started
to question the girls and soon they had the complete picture. It
was decided to invite the PT teacher and the girls' homeroom
teacher for dinner. "I think it's better that we invite them to
our place," Vincent suggested. "I feel responsible for this mess
and I think it's better if they meet our girls too. It will be
easier to explain our method and to show the good results that
way. Besides, our house is larger," he concluded. "Why don't we
invite Olof too, dear?" his wife suggested and Vincent agreed
that this was a good idea. Olof (their 'police friend') could
give his view and his presence would probably help to appease the
irate PT teacher.

After a short discussion, it was decided to follow this plan and
Vincent called Olof and the two teachers and invited them for
dinner the next evening. It was also decided that Erik and Hans
should stay home. "I trust you to behave yourself properly,
Erik," his mother said, "but Hans is still obsessed with his lust
for revenge on Anne -- and we don't need any further
complications of his in this tricky situation. Please, take care
of him tomorrow night." Erik was very proud to be trusted like
this, and to be treated almost like an adult by his mother.
"Sure, Mom, you can rely on me," he replied in a very mature way.
Hans was fuming; he had crept silently back to the door and
eavesdropped on the conversation. "Still, this might create some
interesting possibilities," he thought with an evil smile,
withdrawing discretely to his room before anyone was aware of
him.

The next morning, Anne was wearing panties to school again -- for
the first time since her 'change'. "You cannot remain naked
underneath your dress, Anne," Lena told her, "at least not until
we have solved this mess. Moreover, if you continue to behave, I
think that you have earned the right to wear panties now -- but
take care not to loose your privilege." Naturally, Anne was very
happy for her privilege -- and anxious to keep it. However, she
was also very apprehensive for the upcoming dinner; she was still
embarrassed to be naked at home but she had become somewhat used
to it, and Betty's parents had seen her naked before. However,
tonight she would have to display her naked body and hairless
pussy for another three persons -- two of her teachers, and the
police officer. It was even worse than to strip naked for
complete strangers -- they knew her, and she would have to meet
them again (at least her teachers)

***

All too soon, it was time to go to the dinner. Anne left her home
together with her parents. They arrived at Johnson's house in
next to no time (or so it seemed), and Ingrid met them at the
door. Anne stripped naked in the hall without prompting and
Betty's mother told her to wait in the kitchen. Nancy and Betty
were already there, preparing dinner, and Anne helped them.
Before long, the guests arrived and Anne could hear the murmur of
their conversation emerging from the living room. After an
eternity, probably not more than ten minutes but it seemed like
an eternity, she heard the words she had been waiting for with
trepidation. "Girls, come here!" Vincent called from the living
room. They entered and stood in front of the astonished guests.
Anne did her best to emulate the other two girls but she couldn't
help blushing furiously. 

You could have heard a pin drop in the sudden silence in the
room. Olof was the first of the guests to recover the power of
speech. "I can see that you weren't exaggerating, my friend," he
told Vincent. "Are you still punishing your daughters four years
after the incident?" he asked unbelievingly. "Please explain for
our guests why you are naked, Nancy," Ingrid told her. "Our
nudity is not a punishment," Nancy explained calmly. "For sure,
it's embarrassing to have to be stark naked like this whenever we
are at home, especially when we have guests, but it's not a
punishment. Our nudity simply serves as a reminder that we are
still dependent on our parents. If we misbehave, we are spanked
and loose one of our privileges -- which one and for how long
depends, of course, on the offence." 

"But," the bewildered PT teacher protested, "Anne didn't have any
underwear at school. Do you really mean that all three of you are
naked beneath your dresses all the time?" "No, fortunately not,"
Nancy replied with a gentle smile. "The right to wear panties and
bras is one of the privileges I was talking about. It's more than
a year since I had to go bottomless to school, and Betty has kept
her panty-privilege even longer. Anne started her penance a
little more than one month ago, and if I understand it rightly,
she will be allowed to wear her panties at school now." "Yes,
that's true," Lena interjected and smiled fondly at her daughter.
"Anne has shown us that she takes our new rules seriously, and
this morning she regained her 'panty-privilege', as Nancy called
it. She will keep her privilege as long as she behaves herself."

"What do you say about it, Anne?" the other teacher asked her. "I
cannot say that I'm happy about it, Sir," Anne replied, "but I
can understand my parents. I have caused them and my brothers a
lot of grief, I was a hairbreadth from serious trouble with the
police (she glanced at Olof who nodded in agreement), and I have
been a terrible student. Now, I'm determined to avoid further
trouble and to come to terms with my family. I will do my best to
improve my awful grades too. I will do everything I can to be a
good girl -- and to keep my privileges," she concluded. 

"If you feel that way, Anne, I will do my best to help you," the
teacher declared. "You have neglected your schoolwork for a long
time and you cannot expect your grades to improve instantly.
However, if you are willing to work hard during the remainder of
this semester and during the summer break, I think it will be
possible for you to improve them enough for you to enter senior
high school in the fall. You are an intelligent and talented
girl, Anne, and I will give you extra tasks to do, to repair what
you have been missing." "Thank you, Sir," Anne replied politely.
Once again, she was the victim of mixed feelings. Her teacher's
promise meant even more homework to do, *but* it would improve
her chances to succeed as a Good Girl and, maybe, let her regain
her 'clothing-privilege' earlier.

The ever observant and compassionate Betty saw that Anne wasn't
completely happy with the suggestion and she easily guessed the
reason. "Anne, we can do this together and maybe Nancy is willing
to tutor us," she suggested. "Of course, I will tutor you if our
parents allow it," Nancy agreed. "It will be a good repetition
for me too." Ingrid looked fondly at her two daughters --
needless to say, none of them needed to do any extra work to
improve their grades but she understood their motives and she was
very proud of them. "I can see no problems with that, can you?"
she asked Anne's parents. "I think it's a very good idea, girls,
if you are willing to take the trouble," Lena replied and all the
others (including the PT teacher) nodded and smiled approvingly.
"Oh! Thank you! Thank you so much!" Anne exclaimed gratefully
with tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. "How can I
ever repay you?" "I'm your friend, Anne. Of course, I want to
help you -- that's what friends are for," Betty replied and
hugged her. 

They seated themselves at the table and the dinner commenced in a
very affable atmosphere. After the meal, the girls retired to
Nancy's room to make plans for Anne's tutoring and the adults
continued to talk about Vincent's method. The guests were quite
impressed by the good results. "It's a pity that your remarkable
method isn't generally known; I could easily name quite a few of
my students who would benefit from it," the PT teacher concluded,
"but I guess that it would be misunderstood," she added with a
sigh. "Yes, I'm afraid you're right," Vincent replied. "Moreover,
to use our method correctly requires a considerable skill and
knowledge in psychology -- something both I and Lena, but not
many other parents, have. I fear that the method might cause more
harm than good in the wrong hands."

***

Thus, in the end Anne's terrible calamity turned into a blessing.
She and Betty started to do their homework together, alternating
between Anne's home and Betty's. It was much more fun that way
and Betty's knowledge of subjects that Anne had neglected was a
great help for her. However, the benefit was not entirely
one-sided; Anne discovered that *she* could help Betty too,
especially with Math and Science. Of course, Betty had top grades
in these branches of learning too, but she had to work hard for
them. Anne, on the other hand, had an innate talent; she could
often show the other girl smarter and easier ways to solve their
tasks. A few weeks later, she was almost brimming over with pride
when their Science teacher praised Betty for a particularly
clever way to solve one of the tasks in the last written exam.
Both girls got a straight 'A' on this test -- the only two 'A's
in their class. 

Erik missed his sister on the days the girls were at Betty's
place but he was compensated. The other days, he could rest his
eyes (and hands) on *two* naked girls. It soon became evident
that Betty developed a crush on him and she was not adverse at
all to his frequent hugs and kisses (and more intimate caresses
too). Furthermore, Betty was entrusted with the task of
accompanying Anne home from school, and Anne's father usually
drove her home when the girls stayed in Betty's house. This freed
Erik from a substantial part of his 'big brotherly' duties and he
had more time to pursue his other interests. 

Hans was the only one who was thoroughly unhappy with the new
arrangement -- it severely curtailed his Natural Rights to deride
and humiliate Anne whenever he wished (i.e. always). Every second
day, Anne wasn't even home until it was almost bedtime; and the
other days, Betty accompanied her. At first, Hans tried to
provoke both girls to make them loose their temper, giving him
some offence to report, like he often did successfully with Anne.
All his efforts failed miserably. Betty seemed to be totally
immune to his taunts. Even worse, Anne was much more resistant
too when Betty was around -- both girls simply ignored him. Hans
was fuming with frustration but he couldn't do anything about it
-- yet. After the first days of miserable failures to provoke the
girls, he habitually withdrew to his room whenever Betty was
present, brooding and plotting his gruesome revenge.



Chapter 5 -- Erik

When Erik went to bed that Friday night, he had not the slightest
idea that the forthcoming weekend would become the most exciting
in his young life. On the contrary, his day at school and the
soccer game afterwards had been quite ordinary and he expected
his weekend to be the same. It still irked him a little that Anne
had managed to fool him so easily earlier but he wasn't really
pissed off at her -- it had been a fair exchange. True, she had
seen him naked with a hard-on, but *he* had caught a glimpse of
her naked pussy for the first time. He imagined Anne's naked body
before him, piecing together the various parts he had seen and
rubbing his stiff cock. It didn't take him long to reach his
climax and afterwards he used a hoarded handkerchief to clean his
cock and stomach from the cum. With a satisfied sigh, he turned
to his side and fell asleep, intending to sleep late next
morning.

***

An excited Hans awakened him (far too) early. "Wake up Erik!" his
brother shouted and shook him eagerly. Erik looked at Hans with
bleary eyes. "Get lost, Hans!" he replied in a gruff voice, "I'm
sleeping." He turned his back at his brother, trying to fall
asleep again. Hans continued to shake him. "Wake up, Erik!" he
shouted urgently again. "Anne has been caught by the police and
she will be punished when she comes home -- and we can punish her
too," the boy continued gleefully. "Huh?" was the only thing an
astonished Erik managed to say before Hans interrupted him again.
"Don't you hear? Anne will be punished and we can help. Hurry!
Mom wants to talk with us," he cried, almost jumping with
excitement. Erik was now wide-awake. All hope of falling asleep
again had fled -- and Hans' excitement was contagious. "Alright
-- I'm coming," he replied, rising from the bed. As usual, he had
slept in the nude and, also as usual, his cock was stiff. He
dressed hastily and followed his brother downstairs.

Lena was waiting for them in the living room, and she told her
sons to sit down in the sofa. "Anne has broken our rules again
and this time it's worse than ever," she began. "The police
caught her tonight and your father has gone to the police station
to fetch her." Erik was astonished by the news. "Anne was
arrested -- but why?" he asked his mother. "I don't know, Erik,"
was the resigned answer, "but whatever she was caught for, your
father and I decided that we cannot tolerate her behaviour any
more. She needs a lesson that she will never forget, and she will
receive it. We decided that she must be punished and I know that
she has been mean to you too. Therefore, you will be allowed to
witness her punishment, and then you can punish her yourself."
"Will you spank her?" Hans asked, and then he added the worst
thing he could imagine in a trembling voice, "... on her bare
buttocks?" Ingrid smiled grimly. "Yes, Anne will receive a bare
ass spanking from her father, and one from me." She made a pause
and looked intently on her sons. "Not only will her buttocks be
bare. I know that she has forced you to strip naked several
times, Hans, and that she has tricked you to do the same, Erik.
Today she will strip naked in front of you and receive her
spanking in the nude."

Erik couldn't believe his ears. "Totally, bare ass, stark naked?"
he asked unbelievingly. "Yes -- totally, bare ass, stark naked!"
his mother confirmed. Erik almost came in his pants with
excitement; his pupils dilated maximally, his heart was beating
like a sledgehammer, and his cock became harder than he could
remember that it ever had been. Ingrid looked at him with an
amused smile. "I notice that you like the idea of seeing your
sister in her birthday suit," she told him. "If you are a good
boy and follow my rules, you will get an opportunity to do more
than just seeing. I think you are old enough now to learn
firsthand about sex -- and the best way to do that is by
practice." Erik was speechless for several heartbeats -- did his
mother really mean what she appeared to say? He blushed furiously
and his voice was hoarse with arousal when he finally managed to
stammer: "Mom, do you ... really mean ... that I can ... have ...
s...sex ... with her?" "Yes, my son. You can have sex with Anne
-- with certain restrictions," his mother confirmed. This was too
much for the already aroused boy. He closed his eyes and came in
his pants with a great cry.

The amazing proceedings adjourned while the beetroot red Erik
went upstairs to clean himself and change clothes. When he was
back, Ingrid laid out the rules for Anne's imminent punishment.
"Never forget for a moment that we punish Anne to give her a hard
lesson for her own good," she said. "It's OK to embarrass and
humiliate Anne at home but you must not tell others about it.
Remember that we want to help your sister; we don't want to harm
her or break her spirit and we must not do anything that might
tarnish her public reputation." Ingrid paused for a moment,
looking at Erik. "Sex is an excellent example, Erik," she told
him. "Obviously, you cannot fuck your sister -- that's illegal
and we cannot take the risk that you make her pregnant. I will
get her on the pill as a safety measure, but I trust you not to
step over that line -- even if Anne begs you. Anal sex is also a
must-not. Your sister isn't fully-grown yet and you could harm
her if you fuck her in the ass. However, anything else is OK. You
can tell her to show her pussy or to masturbate for you; you can
touch her or lick her; and you can tell her to give you a handjob
or a blowjob, whenever you wish -- as long as you do it here at
home. Naturally, you must not tell her do anything like that in
school or in any other public place..." A strangled cry from Erik
interrupted her. "Please stop it, Mom!" he panted, "I will come
again if you continue."

There was another short break while Erik fled upstairs to jerk
off. After a while, he returned a bit calmer. "Your dirty talk is
simply too much for me," he excused himself to his mother. "And,
even with all this talk of her punishment, I cannot believe that
my sister will do anything of what you said. She will simply
refuse to have sex with me," he continued with a sigh. Ingrid
looked gently at her son. "Erik, sex is not dirty. Never believe
that -- it's wonderful," she admonished him softly. "And," she
continued after a short pause, "you are wrong on the second point
too. Anne will realize that it's in her best interest to please
you, and you will find that she can be very accommodating when
she tries." Erik was still doubtful -- he simply couldn't imagine
that his bossy sister would agree to become his sexual plaything
for any reason but he found it wise to drop the subject; with the
resilience of youth, his cock was rock hard again.

Ingrid continued to instruct her sons how to behave towards their
sister; what they could do and what they must avoid. She asked
them if they had any ideas how they wanted to punish Anne when
she returned home. They discussed this for almost an hour.
Finally, it was decided that Erik should start to spank her, and
then caress her pussy until she came on his lap. "Tell Anne to
give you a blowjob afterwards. You will be amazed by the result,"
Ingrid told him with an amused smile, and Erik almost had to flee
upstairs again. Hans had great difficulties to decide what to do
first. He had a long, long list of humiliating encounters to pay
her back for and he felt like the proverbial donkey between, not
only two, but a multitude of, bundles of hay. At long last, he
decided that he wished to start with the most recent and Ingrid
hesitantly gave him a go ahead. "It's close to the line -- very
close, but I think we can bring her to the shed without exposing
her if we are very careful," she said thoughtfully. "It may even
be a good thing to have Anne safely put away for a few hours
while we plan the rest of her weekend," she concluded. With that,
the meeting was over. Ingrid made the boys promise to keep what
they had heard secret and she told them to go to their rooms and
wait for Anne's return. Erik lay on his bed and thought about
Anne, in her birthday suit and his to play with -- he soon had to
jerk off again.

***

To Erik's amazement, Anne's punishment went through exactly as
his mother had predicted and he, finally, had a chance to see her
completely naked body -- and all her private parts. When it was
his turn, Anne was thoroughly chastised by her two hard
spankings, and she meekly obeyed him when he told her to lie on
his lap. The sight of the naked girl and the feeling of her soft
body on his lap were almost too much for him. Only the fact that
he had jerked off several times already prevented him from coming
in his pants again. He could feel Anne's body tense when he
caressed her naked buttocks, and when he proceeded to her pussy,
he discovered that she was wet. Anne soon became very aroused;
her pussy was literally dripping and Erik could feel her juices
soaking his pants. Anne began to squirm on his lap, rubbing
against his cock, and when she reached her orgasm, Erik was a
hairsbreadth from climaxing himself. 

When they were discussing Anne's punishment with his mother, Erik
had thought that it would be very embarrassing to show his cock
for the entire family, but now he was beyond caring. He told his
sister to give him a blowjob on the spot, totally oblivious of
his watching parents and brother. To his delight, Anne didn't
hesitate a second. She fell to her knees before him, opened his
fly and took out his rock hard cock, and she gave him the first
blowjob in his life. The feeling of her soft lips and tongue on
his cock was indescribable; it was ten thousand times better than
his jerking off and Erik lasted only for seconds before he too
came, in his sister's mouth. The sight of his naked sister,
kneeling before him with sweat covering her entire body and his
cum in her face, suddenly filled him with warm feelings. There
and then, he forgave her everything; he loved his sister dearly
and he was grateful for the wonderful thing she had done for him.
However, he had to keep up the pretence, saying gruffly that,
although she had made a sizable repayment of her dept to him,
they weren't even yet.

Hans' part of the punishment of Anne commenced and she was soon
locked safely away in he garden shed. Next, their mother told
Erik and Hans to help her remove Anne's clothes from her room,
and Erik had the first inkling that Anne's punishment would be a
prolonged affair when she told them to put most of the clothing
in the trash can. His suspicion grew steadily when Anne had to
stay naked the entire next day, and it was confirmed by the visit
to the Johnson's place that evening. Erik was amazed and
delighted by the sight of Nancy and Betty in their birthday
suits, and by their bald pussies. When Anne showed her newly
shaved snatch for him, spreading the pussy lips with her hands to
give him an even better view, it almost caused another accident.
Erik could hardly believe his ears when their host described the
strange method that he and his wife had used to discipline their
unruly daughters. Nancy and Betty had been forced to stay stark
naked at home for more than four years. *Four years!* And Anne
would share their fate -- his cock twitched dangerously again...

There was no end to the amazing news. Erik learned that he would
become responsible for Anne -- he would, in effect, become her
big brother. He saw his sister's chagrin and understood it only
too well. The position as the eldest sibling was a coveted one --
and now Anne would loose it to him. He felt sorry for his sister,
but at the same time he was very proud of the trust his parents
showed him. He looked tenderly at Anne who was crying silently.
"Don't cry, Sis. I will take care of you," he told her, meaning
every word.

***

He walked Anne to school the next day and the transformation of
his, formerly so self-assured and bossy, sister was remarkable.
She looked much younger in her frilly dress and she was very
nervous for her classmates' reaction. He had to hug her and
console her, telling her that everything would be fine, before
she dared to enter the building. His heart was filled of tender
feelings when he stood at the schoolyard, watching her back as
she walked to the door. Anne looked so frail and in the need of
his protection. Erik wowed to himself that he would cherish and
protect her to the outmost of his abilities -- he was late to his
own class, and very thoughtful, when he, finally, made up his
mind to enter the school himself. After school, he walked Anne
home again, and he was amazed and delighted by her grateful smile
when she saw him. 

However, she protested when he told her to go to the locker and
put her clothes there. "Aw, Erik!" she exclaimed, "let me keep my
dress on until Mom comes." "I'm sorry, Sis," he replied, "You
know the rules. You have to be naked at home and it's my duty to
see to that you follow the rules." "Fuck the rules!" Anne shouted
and stomped her foot. "I won't take off my dress and you can't
make me do it." "I warn you, Sis, don't try to mess about with
me! Go to your locker and take off your clothes at once!" he
commanded. "What will you do if I refuse -- spank me?" Anne asked
sarcastically, glaring at him with her hands on her hips. "That's
right, I'll spank you," he replied, grabbing her and carrying her
to the living room. Anne shouted at him to let her down and she
flailed her arms and legs to no avail. The only effect was that
her shoes flew off, leaving her feet bare. Her resistance
actually made it easier for him to remove her dress too; he
pulled down the zipper and turned her upside down, and her
flailing soon caused the dress to slip off her wriggling body.
Thus, having reduced the struggling girl to her birthday suit, he
seated himself on the 'spanking chair' with her on his lap. It
took several hard spanks to make Anne realize that he was serious
but gradually her angry shouts of protest turned into sobs and
then into wails. Anne's buttocks were crimson and she was crying
uncontrollably when he stopped. 

This was the last time Anne tried to disobey her brother.
Afterwards, she went straight to the basement with her clothes
and remerged in her birthday suit. Erik checked on her several
times when she did her homework -- more for the pleasure of
seeing and fondling her naked body than for any concern that she
would cheat. Anne blushed, but she didn't dare to protest, when
he fondled her naked breasts or pussy, and when he told her that
she was finished, she hugged him and kissed him firmly on the
mouth.

***

One night a few days later, Erik heard a soft knock on the door
and Anne entered his room. "I couldn't sleep. Please hold me,
Erik," she whispered. He wordlessly held up the bed quilt and she
crept into the bed beside him and snuggled close. For the first
time, he was in bed with his sister when they were both naked.
She pressed her naked body against his and the feeling of her
soft skin against his was wonderful. Erik's cock sprang to
attention and it pressed against Anne's stomach. "Please let me
help you," she whispered, crept down to his stiff member, and
gave him his second blowjob in his life. This time, it took him a
little longer to come (he had jerked off earlier) and it was even
better than before. Erik was exhausted afterwards and he, most
off all, wanted to sleep but Anne wouldn't let him. She kissed
him and pressed her body against his again; then she lay down on
her back and spread her legs. "Please, lick me, Erik," she
whispered urgently. "Lick my pussy and make me come, please."
Erik couldn't deny her this reasonable favour after the fantastic
blowjob she had given him. He crept down between her spread legs
and started to lick her smooth pussy. Anne was very wet and she
tasted salty and a little sweet. He found her clit and started to
cares it with his tongue. The effect on his sister was
incredible; she started to move her hips, trying to press her
pussy even closer to his mouth; her breathing became fast and
loud and she had to bite into the pillow to muffle her moans.
Finally, she came with a muffled cry. "Thank you Erik," Anne
whispered hoarsely, "thank you so much -- I really needed that."
She embraced him and they kissed again, and they fell asleep in
each other's arms. When Erik woke up the next morning, he was
alone in his bed and he almost wondered if the whole thing had
been a fantastic dream. No, there was a wet spot on his sheet and
a distinct smell of Anne. She must have awakened earlier and
slipped back to her room.

Their night together became a turning point, especially for Anne.
All her resentment of Erik's intimate caresses and the last
remnants of her embarrassment disappeared and she became willing,
indeed eager, to accept his fondling. Erik rarely had to sleep
alone again; almost every night there was a soft knock on his
door and a soft naked body beside him in the bed. They made love
in every allowed way and it was perhaps inevitable that they
should step over the line and fuck for real one night. 

Nevertheless, it was nobody's fault when it happened on their
tenth night together. Anne had shown Erik how he could lick her
pussy while she sucked his cock simultaneously. The '69', as she
called it, had been marvellous and they had continued to satisfy
each other until they were totally exhausted. Afterwards, they
fell asleep with their sweaty, naked bodies tightly entwined. 

Later that night Erik had a wet dream. He dreamt that he was
fucking his sister; he could feel her beating heart against his
chest as his cock sank into her wet pussy. It clasped his cock
and squeezed it in a warm, wet embrace. The feeling was
incredible and he was aroused like never before. He wanted to
prolong the wonderful feeling indefinitely but it was impossible.
His cum rose from his balls, shooting through his throbbing cock
like hot lava from an erupting volcano and gushing into his
sister's womb. She came too; her body tensed and she moaned in
ecstasy. A half-strangled moan awakened him and he discovered
that his dream had been close to the truth -- very close. His
softening cock was still inside Anne's pussy and she looked at
him with wide eyes, still glistening from the aftermath of her
orgasm -- he had fucked her in his sleep.

Erik was chagrined; he had stepped over the line and fucked his
sister; he had done something forbidden and illegal -- incest.
Had he made her pregnant? The thought filled him with dread. "I'm
sorry, Anne! Please forgive me!" he begged her. She kissed him
and told him not to be sorry. "There is nothing to forgive, Erik.
I love you, and what we did cannot be wrong -- whatever the
church and the law say about it." "But if I made you pregnant,
Anne. What shall we do then?" he asked with his voice full of
anxiety. "Don't worry, Erik. I'm on the pill -- I won't get
pregnant," she replied. He was very relieved by her answer but he
decided that they couldn't take this risk again. "Anne, we cannot
continue to sleep together. I promised Mom not to fuck you." She
pouted but in the end she agreed to go back to her room after
their lovemaking in the future.

They held out for two lonely nights, and then they slept together
again. Erik restrained himself for another night and didn't fuck
his sister, but in the end it was a hopeless battle. He was a
horny teenager -- and Anne was even hornier. It was inevitable.
They fucked a second time, and a third, and... Needless to say,
their mother found out what they were doing. The fifth (or maybe
sixth) time she entered the room and caught them in the act. Anne
was sitting astride his brother and she was on the very brink of
her second orgasm when the door opened that fateful morning. Anne
blanched and went rigid with apprehension -- what dreadful doom
awaited them now? To her great relief, her mother wasn't mad at
them -- she didn't even look surprised. On the contrary, she
smiled at her children and said soothingly, "Don't be afraid, I'm
not angry at you. I should have realized that you cannot let two
horny teenagers sleep together and expect that they won't fuck
each other." She chuckled when she saw their astonished miens and
continued, "Yes, Anne. I have known about your nightly exploits
from the very beginning -- and I have seen the result when I
changed your bed sheets, Erik." Lena sat down on the bed and put
her arms around them. "You can continue to fuck each other," she
told them, "but please be careful and keep it a family secret --
and, for goodness sake, don't forget to take your pills, Anne."

After their discovery, and their unexpected absolution, Anne
dropped all pretence of sleeping in her room. When it was
bedtime, she went directly to Erik's room and waited for him in
his bed. They usually fucked at least once in the evening and one
more time before it was time to get ready for school -- and it
was not uncommon that they found an opportunity for additional
lovemaking in between.

***

The changed routines for homework after Anne's locker room
exposure limited the opportunities for lovemaking during the day.
She now spent her afternoons and early evenings together with
Betty. However, Anne and Erik still had the nights together and
Betty would, eventually, become a participant in their lovemaking
too -- but that is the subject for a later chapter.



Chapter 6 -- Hans

Hans was eating breakfast with his parents when the telephone
rang and his father went to answer it. After a while, Robert
returned looking resolute. "That's it," he told his wife. "Olof
called. They caught Anne tonight and they have several charges
against her. I will go to the station and meet him now and it
will probably take several hours before I'm back with Anne."
"Tell the boys about her punishment while I'm away," he added and
left the room. Hans was bewildered. Who was Olof? Who had caught
his sister and why? Would Anne be punished and what did his
father mean with his 'tell the boys'? Would they be involved
somehow? He pestered his mother with questions and she answered
that the police had caught Anne and that she would be punished
when she was brought back. "She has broken our rules one time too
many and landed herself in trouble. She needs a sharp lesson and
you will be allowed to participate in her punishment." Then she
told him to go and fetch his brother. Hans was delighted and very
excited when he ran upstairs to wake up Erik -- at last, at long,
long last he would get a chance to pay his sister back.

Their mother told them about the plans for Anne's punishment and
it turned out even better than Hans could have dreamt of. Not
only would Anne be spanked on her bare buttocks -- she would be
naked, and she would be spanked in the living room. Hans didn't
have the same obsession with Anne's naked body as his brother had
-- but he knew that Anne would be very embarrassed and humiliated
when they forced her to take off all her clothes in front of
them. He wanted to humiliate Anne even more, and when his mother
asked him, he told her about the garden shed. To his surprise and
delight, he got a go ahead. He could almost not bear the waiting
until his father returned with Anne. Finally, they came and his
treat started -- he loved it. Every hard spank his father gave
her made him thrill with joy, and the 'SMACK!' of his mother's
hairbrush was music in his ears. His only regret was that the
silly cow didn't have to start over when she lost her count. He
didn't really understand why his brother chose to punish Anne the
way he did, but he appreciated Anne's obvious embarrassment. 

His own punishment of Anne was marvellous. It was very satisfying
to watch her crawl stark naked through their garden and to be
allowed to swat her on her red ass with his Ping-Pong racket
whenever she slowed down. Every swat produced an enjoyable yelp
from her and he regretted that he hadn't found something even
better to beat her with. He simply loved the look of absolute
terror in Anne's face and he tried to prolong the punishment as
much as possible, hoping that one of their neighbours would see
her. Unfortunately, she eventually reached the safety of the shed
unseen. Throwing away her clothes afterwards was also great fun,
and he managed to include a few of her other things as well. On
the whole, it had been a great day...

***

The next day was even better. He had lain awake far into the
night, hoping that Anne's punishment would continue and inventing
clever ways to humiliate her. To his delight, Anne had to stay
naked but, unfortunately, his mother vetoed most of his clever
schemes, saying that they were too risky. However, quite a few
won her approval and, by the middle of the day, he noted with
glee that his sister had started to look at him with apprehension
whenever he was nearby. He loved these looks, and he hoped that
he would be able to promote them to looks of outright fear before
long. Then came the visit to Betty's house and the realization
that he could continue to pay her sister back for a long time
yet. Finally, he had convinced his mother that Anne should be
naked on their trip back and their neighbour had almost
discovered her. He was sorely tempted to do something to draw his
attention to her but he didn't dare. That talk about using the
method on boys had been unnerving. If only the stupid dog had
barked or something...

***

Hans spent the first week in a state of euphoric megalomania. He
never tired of debasing and humiliating Anne, and he was amazed
how easy it was to trick her to loose her temper. He became
Anne's prosecutor at their 'family court', and his reports
resulted in that the court was in session almost every evening --
and Anne's ass kept its proper red colour. However, he belatedly
realized that he had made a serious mistake in his eagerness to
humiliate Anne the first day. The forced crawl in the nude to
their garden shed had been superb -- it had humiliated and
terrified his sister utterly. 

Nevertheless, it was the worst he had been able to do to her --
and their mother vetoed a repeated performance when he suggested
it. Everything else he had come up with, and been allowed to do,
seemed petty in comparison. He was allowed to swat her ass with
his Ping-Pong racket, and that was moderately satisfying, but he
was usually limited to ten strokes and he was not allowed to use
a cane or something worse. Thus, he could make her ass red and
tender and he could make her yelp with pain -- but he couldn't
make her bleed and scream. 

Worst of all, Anne was becoming somewhat used to her nudity and
her overt embarrassment decreased steadily. Hans tried ardently
to increase it to properly high levels again, but his schemes
were constantly vetoed as too risky. "We cannot take the risk
that Anne is seen by the neighbours ... we must preserve her
public reputation," Ingrid admonished him. Hans didn't care; he
hoped that Anne would be caught naked by their neighbours; he
didn't want to preserve her reputation, he wished to destroy it
utterly.

***

The next weeks, Hans' euphoria left him completely and he
gradually sank deeper into the gloom. It often seemed that he was
the only one in the family who was still interested in Anne's
punishment. True, she still had to be naked at home and she
wasn't allowed to choose what to wear at school, but otherwise
all the others treated her (far too) kindly. His brother had
stopped to taunt her entirely. Even worse, he often took Anne's
side against Hans and told him to get lost when he only did the
proper thing, trying to provoke her to misbehave. As a result,
Anne escaped her proper spankings for days in a row; worse than
that, she seemed almost happy sometimes. 

Then, came the fateful day of Anne's exposure in school. Hans was
pissed off that he was singled out and not allowed to be present
when the others discussed what to do. Nevertheless, he had high
hopes that Anne would be properly punished for her carelessness.
No way! They invited Anne's teachers for dinner -- and he was
excluded again. 

Hans didn't know what had happened at the dinner, but one obvious
result was that Anne and Betty started to do their homework
together. That turned out to be a disaster. The girls alternated
between Anne's place and Betty's. Half of the days, his sister
wasn't even available for taunting after school -- she returned
home with their father shortly before bedtime. 

The other days, she *was* available, but then Betty was with her.
Hans learned to hate that girl. She smoothly ignored his most
poisonous remarks; worse than that, she inspired his sister to do
the same. As an inevitable result, Anne escaped unpunished for
weeks. Hans was almost bursting with rage and frustration; he had
to avoid them after *he* had lost his temper, starting too use
foul language at them -- when his mother overheard him. This
rendered him a sharp warning and a severe loss of face before the
girls. 

In desperation, he tried another tactic -- in other words, he
fibbed on his sister. However, his mother saw through his false
accusations and *he* received a taste of her hairbrush. In
private, thank goodness, but on his bare buttocks. Ouch! 

***

After this reminder, he was more careful and bode his time for an
opportunity to deliver a veritable 'coup de grece' to Anne's self
esteem. He laid his plans carefully -- the timing was critical.
The first step was to make his sister loose her 'panty privilege'
for a sufficiently long time. It was hard but he managed to
provoke her severely by changing selected parts in one of her
homework tasks -- and then dropping an innocent remark about it
with their parents nearby but not quite within earshot. Anne took
the hint and attacked him furiously and he cried out for help.
Their parents did their duty and separated them -- and the family
court was in session. Anne had to go bottomless to school for the
next week as a part of her punishment. This would be long enough
-- barely.

Part two of his plan called for a significant 'improvement' of
his sister's clothing, and it was a highly delicate affair. Hans
didn't dare to do anything while his mother was home, fearing
that her experienced eyes would detect any tinkering of his at
once. His opportunity came next Wednesday afternoon when their
mother went to a psychology conference over the weekend (he had,
off course, found out about it before he started his campaign).
She selected the dresses Anne was supposed to wear on Thursday
and Friday and told her husband to lay out them for their
daughter in the mornings. Hans had made a copy of the locker key
several weeks before and it was, therefore an easy matter to
exchange the second dress when he was alone in the house on
Thursday afternoon. He had obtained the replacement item from her
locker earlier. As a good measure, Hans sneaked down into the
basement and hid Anne's shoes while she was doing her homework,
and Erik was away with his buddies.

The next morning, their father laid out Anne's dress and left for
his work. Anne went down later to dress and she was chagrined
when she couldn't find her shoes. Erik helped her to look for
them without any success and soon he concluded that she had to do
without them. "You have to go barefoot today, Sis," he told her.
"We must leave now, or we'll be late for school." Anne had to
comply and Hans had severe difficulties to keep a straight face
when he watched her accompany her brother gingerly. He waited
until his siblings had disappeared, then he called a friend. Part
three of his plan was about to commence.

That part was relatively simple, but crucial. Hans' friend should
stumble against Anne at a strategic moment and tug at her dress.
Hans' careful work with his mother's pair of scissors would
ascertain that the dress would fall apart and expose her naked
body for everyone to see. If he was in any luck, his sister would
panic and run away to hide, leaving her shredded dress behind.
Hans would have loved to strip his sister himself but he realized
that the operation could backlash if he was involved too closely.
He would watch it, though, and the thought of Anne, running stark
naked from the school and being forced to hide in their garden
until he came home, made him smile in anticipation. 

Hans had debated with himself about the optimal time and place
for Anne's disrobing. Finally, he had settled for the schoolyard
when she went for lunch. The yard would be full of students that
time of the day, maximizing her exposure and humiliation. She
would probably never dare to show her ugly face at school again
-- a few of their neighbours might see his naked sister too if he
were lucky.

***

As you would expect, it was Betty who foiled his carefully laid
plans -- again. The ever-observant girl saw immediately that
something was wrong with her friend's dress. She convinced Anne,
and their teacher, that that they had to go home to her place and
change it. Ingrid examined Anne's dress and she was aghast. "This
is terrible, Anne!" she exclaimed. "Someone has tampered with
your dress. A hard tug and it would fall to pieces -- and you are
not wearing anything else. What has happened with your shoes,
Anne? Your parents surely didn't order you to go barefoot to
school." Anne blanched at the thought that she could have been
easily stripped naked at school -- very likely in the full view
of all her classmates. "I couldn't find them this morning," she
sobbed. Ingrid looked grim. "It fits the pattern. Someone set a
trap for you, Anne. Someone who hates you and wants to strip you
stark naked in public." 

Suspicion immediately fell in an obvious direction. "It must be
Hans!" Betty exclaimed. "He still wants to humiliate you at every
opportunity, Anne, and he can't hide his anger and disappointment
when we ignore him." "Betty is probably right," Ingrid
interjected. "Your mother has told me some of his suggestions for
your punishments, Anne, and public nudity figures prominently in
them." Anne sighed; "I fear you are right -- Hans hates me enough
to do something like this but he will deny any knowledge of it,"
she replied with another sigh "Don't worry, Anne. We will set a
trap for *him*," Ingrid declared with a resolute smile. "Betty
has a dress that is very similar to yours. Put it on and return
to school, Anne. I'm afraid you must remain barefoot, not to give
our secret away, but there will at least be no risk that the new
dress falls apart." She fetched the dress, and a pair of Betty's
panties as a safety measure, and gave the garments to Anne. Then,
she told her daughter to take Erik into the secret -- and Anne to
stay clear of both her brothers. "Hans will want to watch his
sister's humiliation and he will have great difficulties to hide
his disappointment -- and he will try to get hold of the dress
after school to inspect it," she said. "If Erik watches his
brother discretely, he may catch him red-handed."

***

The girls returned to school and the lessons passed without
incidents until it was time for lunch. When Anne entered the
schoolyard, walking to the canteen together with her classmates,
a boy suddenly run into her and fell, grabbing her dress. It
didn't fall apart but Anne realized, with a shudder, that had she
been wearing the original dress, she would now be standing stark
naked in the middle of the schoolyard. "Watch out! What are you
doing?" she cried angrily at the boy, hiding her own reaction to
her narrow escape. He blushed furiously, mumbled his excuses, and
ran hastily away. Hans was watching the whole incident from a
safe distance and he couldn't believe that Anne's dress was still
intact. "It should have torn. I cannot believe that I didn't
weaken it enough" he though. 

[Unbeknown to Hans, Erik was also watching the scene -- and his
kid brother. He noted Hans' disappointed mien and, by a stroke of
luck, the retreating boy that had tried to tear Anne's dress
passed close and Erik could hear his muttering: "Hans said that
her dress would fall apart..."]

***

Being the youngest sibling, Hans finished school first. He went
straight home and waited impatiently for his sister's return --
he wanted to examine that darned dress. The miserable failure
irked him but he still had no inkling that his day would turn
even worse. After half an eternity, Anne came home accompanied by
Betty. The girls shed their clothing, as usual, and went to
Anne's room to do their homework, also as usual. At last, Hans
had his chance to get hold of that darned dress -- it would be
another two hours before Erik came home from his soccer training.
He went down in the basement, found the dress, and started to
examine it closely. Hans was flabbergasted; he couldn't find any
traces at all of his careful scissors-work. No wonder that Anne's
dress had withstood the tug -- but how could it have repaired
itself? A heavy hand on his shoulder interrupted him and,
suddenly, he was facing his brother. "Are you looking for
something, Hans?" Erik asked sarcastically. "Maybe you are
looking at the wrong dress." Then he led his brother upstairs
with a hard grip on his neck.

Hans protested in vain that he didn't know what Erik was talking
about but Erik kept a stony silence and led his brother into the
living room. The full impact of his disaster, suddenly, became
horribly clear to Hans when he saw that the room was full of
people. His father was sitting in the sofa together with Betty's
father, and Betty's mother was seated in the armchair -- with a
dress beside her on the table (and Hans realized with a sinking
feeling in his stomach that this was the one he had 'improved').
Anne and Betty were also seated in two chairs. 

All the assembled people looked sternly at him. The court was in
session -- and this time *he* was the accused. He was crying even
before his father started to scold him. "Hans, you did a terrible
thing," Robert started and then he went on for a long time,
saying that he had tried to harm his sister far beyond anything
she had ever done to him. "Your mother and I have tried to be
understanding and we have tolerated that you continued to taunt
and humiliate your sister for a long time after you should have
been satisfied. However, we cannot tolerate your latest deed. It
goes far beyond any reasonable revenge and only pure luck
prevented you from damaging her reputation irrevocably. You need
a hard lesson, never to repeat anything like this again -- and
you will receive it," he concluded. "Take off your clothes! ..."

***

It was a nightmare! Hans thought that his father would continue
spanking him forever, and he was hoarse from wailing long before
it ended. Then, Ingrid took his mother's place and used her
hairbrush on his already sore buttocks. Like Anne, he got 20
strokes, like her he had to count them and thank for each stroke.
Like his sister he lost count of them -- and he was forced to beg
for mercy. Erik was also very angry, spanking him almost as long
and hard as his father. Hans' buttocks were on fire and he was
thoroughly chastised when he, finally, stood before his sister,
awaiting her doom. She looked at him in silence for a long time.


Hans' vivid imagination was working on top gear, producing one
terrible scenario after the other -- he was a nervous wreck from
anticipation before long. At last, Anne broke her silence. "Hans,
you tried to do a terrible thing to me, and you almost
succeeded," she told him softly. She paused, and to Hans'
amazement, she smiled gently at him. "However, I can understand
why you hate me so much -- I treated you like shit for a long
time. If you are willing to forgive me, I will forgive you -- I
think you have been punished enough already." The unexpected
mercy was too much for Hans. He started to cry uncontrollably and
threw himself into his sister's arms sobbing and promising that
he would never try to hurt her again. Anne embraced him gently,
crying softly herself. Thus, their long feud was ended at last.

However, Hans had not escaped all consequences of his dastardly
deed yet. It was Vincent's turn, and Hans was in for the worst
humiliation in his young life. The master psychiatrist waited
until the boy had composed himself (somewhat) after his ordeal
and then he told Hans the terms of his further penalty. "Your
mother is worried about your behaviour, Hans," he told him
gravely. "She thinks that you may land yourself into serious
trouble if something isn't done about it, and I agree with her.
We have discussed how to apply our method to you and this is what
we agreed on:

Of course, you have to be naked at home like your sister, and
your mother will decide what you shall wear at school. You will
get your own locker in the basement.

Like her, you have to go straight home after school and your
brother will check that you do your homework properly.

You will loose the right to wear underwear until you earn it back
through good behaviour.

Unfortunately, boys' clothing will hide your lack of underwear
with no risk at all of exposure and your loss of the 'panty
privilege' won't give you the proper feeling of vulnerability. We
must preserve your reputation so we cannot do anything about it
at school. However, at all other times, you will wear girls'
clothing when you are away from home. 

We have saved a few of Betty's old dresses that are too small for
her now and they will be yours to wear when you go out on your
free time," he concluded with a wry smile.

Hans was devastated, he would have to dress like a girl and he
would die of shame if one of his buddies saw him in a dress. He
started to cry bitterly again and his sister had to console him.
"Don't cry, Hans," she said. "You won't be out very often after
school and you can easily pass as a girl in a dress if you let
your hair grow somewhat. I will coach you how to behave -- nobody
will recognize you." Hans was doubtful but he had no choice other
than accepting her offer. He smiled uncertainly at Anne and
thanked her. However, Erik couldn't resist the temptation to
tease his brother. "Don't worry, Sis, you will become a pretty
girl," he told him. Hans blushed furiously but he found it better
not to reply.

***

Anne's prediction turned out to be accurate. Hans was extremely
nervous the first time he went on an outing with his family as a
'girl'. He passed his ordeal without mishaps and he became a
little less nervous on the following occasions. However, he felt
very vulnerable and he was acutely aware that he was stark naked
beneath the flimsy garment. Any careless move and the hem of his
dress could rise and expose him. At last, he understood firsthand
how Anne felt when she had to go bottomless, and he promised
himself earnestly that he would never be the cause of her
punishment like that again. He decided to do his outmost to be a
'good girl' and earn his 'panty-privilege' as soon as possible.
And, he hoped ardently that he would be allowed to dress like a
boy again some day. 

Hans also started to do his homework together with Anne and
Betty. It was only two weeks left of the semester so he couldn't
do very much to improve his lousy grades before the end of it.
Nonetheless, the girls willingly helped him with his tasks and he
managed to get an 'A' at his final exam in History -- to his
teacher's undisguised wonder.


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