Strings and Sacks, Inc. Chapter 10
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2006 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved 

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Chapter 10

"Ladies, this is it.  It's our moment to shine," Andrea was
excited. Their new line of boy fashions was about to go
international.  The thought of changing the fashion trends
of long calf level swim trunks and shorts was about to be
challenged by three women from suburbia.  "Karen, you and
the girls get the boys dressed.  Put Steven in a white mesh
thong.  Use the big mesh for him.  Sammy needs to be in the
black model of the same.  The twins need to be in our
colored solids to start.  You know the Pouchsciles. 
Remember, Steven has to wear the hot pink one so pack that
in the beach bag.  Put a neon orange on Timmy and a neon
green on Teddy right now.  Sammy can wear that wild blue one
pack it too."

"Okay, Mom, we'll get them ready." Karen shouted back over
to her mother as the boys began walking naked and stiff to
the deck area where their attire was laid out.  "Jamie you
get the twins in theirs, Shaqueta get Steven dressed and
I'll do Sammy.  Oh, and Shaqueta make sure to push his peter
through one of the holes seeing as he has to be so stiff." 
Then turning toward the erect Sammy she said, "And you my
friend will be sticking out too."  Sticking his foreskin and
engorged head through a mesh hole which was a tight fit for
his penis' girth, she pinched the foreskin together and
yanked it through.

"Owwww, that hurt Karen."

"Oh shut up.  I wanted it to hurt. Don't give me a hard time
or I'll get that brush and make sure your little hole is
spotless.  Do we want to do that?"

With fear in his eye, the girls age mate responded, "I'll
keep quiet.  Just don't hurt my dick that's all."

"I said shut up and I mean it."

From the sliding door she could hear her "Aunt" Sharon. 
"Are they ready?  The people from the magazine will be here
any time now."

"Yes, Aunt Sharon they're ready."

The door closed and Sharon hollered up the stairs.  "The
kids are ready.  Andrea don't forget the shorts.  If we are
going to take the kids to town for the shoot I want them in
those short shorts."

"Sharon would you relax.  We have the shorts packed and
ready." Andrea was coming down the stairs followed by
Marjorie with a bag of some sort and finally Susan.

"Yeah, Sharon, calm down.  Do you need a drink or
something?" Susan teased.

"No, it's ten o'clock in the morning.  Who in the hell
drinks at ten in the morning?" Sharon replied to the
chiding.  "You know smart ass, you are in-charge of making
sure Steven has a woody for the whole time we're doing the
shoot.   I want that little stiffy of his on display around
the world.  I'll clip the article and humiliate his ass
forever."

"You are so cruel.  You are just the meanest mother I know.
But I'll do it!" Susan smiled.

"Of course it may get sore, and you might have to 'doctor'
it for him later on."

"I just might have to do that.  That little head of it goes
from bluish pink to almost red so it must be hurting him.  I
believe I may have Sammy's cut.  I mean I think they look
much cooler that way, you know more finished.  Do you think
he's too old?"

Marjorie spoke up, "Oh hell, no.  He's still a little boy. 
His thing belongs to you for many more years.  Do what you
want with it. Personally, I like having the twins exposed. 
I think I agree it's more interesting that way.  But if you
choose to have his done, let's wait until there's no
advertising needed."

"You think the doctor would let Shaqueta and me watch?"

"Sure.  Just tell them it's a religious thing and the family
wants to celebrate.  Kind of like the gathering at Jewish
homes when they cut their babies." Marjorie kidded.

"I sure hope so.  I think it'd be interesting for both of
us." Susan mumbled.

"Oh they're here.  A van just pulled up in the driveway,"
Andrea was ecstatic.  She opened the door just as a very
attractive young woman approached the door followed by a man
of about thirty carrying a large digital rig.

"Andrea? I'm Angela Petrie from Fashion Trends for Kids",
she held out her hand as she entered the house.

"Yes, these are my partners.  This is Susan, this is Sharon
and over here we have Marjorie."

"Well, where are these little guys?"

"They're out at the pool with the girls," Sharon beat Andrea
to the punch.

"Let's have a look, maybe we can take some at the pool. 
Could we do some photos at the beach?"

"Oh, of course, anything you want.  We have a line of shorts
too.  If you would like we can take them downtown and take
some of them in the thongs and shorts down there to show how
modesty is no longer and option for little boys."

"We can do that.  That might be very interesting."  Angela
replied, "What do you think JR? Downtown fit in the scope of
what you had in mind?"

The man with the camera nodded affirmatively, "Yeah, that
would be an interesting venue for this attire.  Whoaaa, is
that one of the things we're modeling?" He pointed out the
sliding glass door as Sammy walked by with his penis still
firm and sticking out the mesh.

"Oh my God, look at that kid.  How cute.  His little weewee
is poking right out there isn't it?" Angela was admiring
with a glint in her eye.  "We'll probably have to push those
little wieners back into the sack for the magazine but they
sure are cute. Let's go out there and have a look at what
all of them."  The entourage walked out on the pool deck.

"Boys, all of you come over here," Sharon called.

"Oh look, how cute those bright little patches how colorful,
look well tanned asses.  Honey, does that string going up
your crack bother you?" Angela asked Teddy.

"No, it did at first, but I'm used to it now."

"Oh God, JR, start shooting that kid in the white mesh. 
Take some of both of the bigger boys before we tuck them in. 
I want some for my own keeping."  With that the camera
started clicking as JR began barking orders for poses. 
After fifteen minutes of almost exclusive attention on the
two preteen boys Karen was told to tuck their penises back
under the mesh.  In both cases it just plastered the
erections up against the boys' pubis'.

"Those boys are beautiful.  Those little tanned legs are so
shapely.  They're natural models.  And your son Susan, he
constitutes variety with that little foreskin.  It kind of
contrasts the other boys and adds some cosmopolitan flair to
the picture.  Look at those kids, not an ounce of fat and
those little butt cheeks.  That Sammy has cute little
dimples in his ass cheeks, doesn't he?"  Angela couldn't get
over it. "God, I'd love to spank those bottoms.  I believe I
could really tear into Steven's butt just to watch the welts
rise.  Do you ladies spank?"

"Shit, yeah, we do.  They're boys aren't they?  You know the
only way in to their heads is through their butts." 
Marjorie jumped in.  "We just held off on them for a week so
their butts were unblemished for the photo op."

"Oh, you didn't really have to.  JR is a master with his
touch up software.  He could have taken the welts right out
of the picture.  But you know, we should have a picture of
one of them getting torn up so we can advertise the
convenience of this attire for discipline as well as
humiliation."

"It's funny the two older boys are humiliated, but Timmy and
Teddy aren't the least bit modest.  It doesn't seem to faze
them.  Not even when the girls are playing with their boy
parts." Marjorie jumped in. "I make them walk around naked
all the time at home now, even when they're out and about in
the neighborhood.  One would think that would bother them,
but it doesn't seem to."

"Give them another year of two and that'll change," Susan
piped in.

JR continued to photograph the boys as they played
naturally.  He told the girls to go about their business
playing with and around them.  "Jamie, is it Jamie?" The
little girl nodded affirmatively.  "Jamie do you ever touch
their private parts?"

"Yeah, all the time, but Aunt Sharon says they're little
boys and they don't have any 'private parts'."

"She does, does she? Maybe we can get some pictures of you
girls feeling the boys' penises.  What do you say?"

"We can do that," Karen agreed.  She was looking forward to
becoming a celebrity of sorts.

Sitting at the table the ladies continued their discussion. 
Angela was trying to put the clothing together in an
interesting array of environments.  "Do you think we might
take pictures of the boys in the various fashions at the
school?"

"Well, there aren't other kids there, but I'm sure we could
arrange that with the school.  Don't you think, Susan?"
Andrea was excited with the idea. "We want to make sure to
get some of them in the gym in their mesh thongs.  We want
to advertise them as the latest in boys' gym clothing."

"I don't see any problem.  We can call Coach Hawkins and
Mrs. Caufield.  She's the principal." Sharon smiled as she
address the reporter. "She, Mrs. Caufield that is, once
called me for permission to pull Steven's pants down to wear
out his bare butt with a belt for plugging up the toilets
and sinks and flooding the boys' bathroom.  I told her to go
ahead.  And, she did.  He said she made him stand with his
pants down in the corner facing out so anyone who came in
her office could see his privates.  That's back when he had
privates. I told her never to call for that permission
again, to just go ahead and do it."  She laughed as she
reminisced.  "Boy he sure was embarrassed.  He couldn't even
discuss it with me when he got home.  I made him pull his
pants down so I could see the damage to his butt.  There
were a couple of welts but most of the red had turned to
pink by then."

"When was this?" Marjorie asked.

"Two years ago when he was in fourth grade."

Marjorie was really worked up by the conversation and spoke
frankly, "I think teachers should have carte blanche to do
that to the boys.  They are really getting out of hand
today.  Most parents whimp out and defend their kids'
misbehavior.  Boys really need a good tanning on a regular
basis.  I think I want my boys to go to that school.  I'll
give her written permission…no, a written order to go ahead
and strip them and whip the fire out of them when they need
it.  I'm all for it!"

"Let me give Mrs. Caufield a call.  She should be in the
office by now."  Sharon excused herself to make the
appointment.

"You ladies sure are ahead of the pack when it comes to
boys.  Perhaps you can set the fashion world on end with
this article.  I'd love to see all the world's little fellas
in your fashions.  Just think those little penises and
testicles everywhere.  It'll be a little girl's dream.  And,
as far as your rant a moment ago, Marjorie, if they're in
the thongs, Mrs. Caufield won't have to undress them.  She
can just cut loose.  After all their bare asses will be on
display all the time, won't they?"  Angela was getting
aroused just thinking about it, "Now, let's get all the boys
in mesh thongs and we'll take them downtown to walk around a
bit."

"Well, Mrs. Caufield said to bring them on.  The only thing
going on today is some kind of Girl Scout jamboree on the
play area and in the gym, but she said it should be alright. 
She wanted us sometime this morning, though.  She said she
wanted to see these new fashions, especially the thongs for
boys' physical education.  She said she wanted to start
making the boys dress out for P.E. from kindergarten on and
these might be just what the doctor ordered.  Besides, it'd
be our largest single order to date."

"Sharon, that's great, but after the coverage in our
magazine you won't be able to keep up with the orders.  You
wait and see.  I know for a fact they'll sell very well in
Europe, but I would predict if they're billed as boy attire
for the future, parents will want their sons to be in the
latest fashion.  We all know how much women will want to
show off their boys.  I mean all of them." Angela finished
with a chuckled.

"Karen, get all of the boys in mesh.  Let them put the
matching shirts on.  We've got to take them to school." 
Sharon ordered.

The older boys were already in thongs and were thrown the
shirts. Timmy and Teddy were quickly changed to the quarter
inch mesh versions.  While they were changing JR was
clicking away taking pictures of them undressing and putting
the clothes back on.  Two of three times he asked Shaqueta
and Jamie to cradle their little sack in their hands and
inspect their penises to make sure they were clean as he
clicked more and more pictures and the boys began to harden.

The school lot was full of cars of Girl Scout leaders from
around the region.  Andrea parked the van in the area
usually designated for picking up and dropping off students
during the school year.  JR and Angela parked right behind
them.  As the boys were ordered out of the van by the ever
domineering Karen, they caught sight of the numerous groups
of girls assembling everywhere.  "We can't just get out
here!  Mooommmm, there are girls everywhere.  We're naked. 
We just can't get out like this," Sammy pleaded.

"Oh yes you can, young man, and you're not naked.  You are
well covered." Susan responded to the protesting youth.

"But, Mom, nothing's really covered.  I mean you can see all
of it."

"You will get out of the van. You will go where we tell you. 
Do you understand, Sam?" Susan was getting pissed at his
protestations.  "If you're not out of there, both of you,
yes, you too Steven, I'll spend the ten minutes to ream both
of you with the bottle brush right in front of the Girl
Scout group.  Now, get those bare little asses out of the
van and I mean, now!"

"Well, now Susan, I was worried Steven had the best of you.
You know from the first aid session you had with him.  I'm
glad you can give him hell too." Sharon encouraged her
friend. Then turning toward the disembarking boys she
hollered, "Steven, any one of these women or Karen can
punish you however and whenever they see fit. So, you'd
better move your ass quicker next time. That is unless you
want to be the star of your own show in front of that
audience over there."

"Holy shit, look at those boys over there.  You can see
everything."  One of the girls mingling with her fellow
scouts announced.

"Oh my God, you can."

"Wow, I've never seen a boy's, you know.  Let's go ask if we
can have a closer look."

"Hey, Troop 30, look at those boys over there," a twelve
year old girl yelled to another group.

All of a sudden well over a hundred new female eyes were on
the now fully embarrassed boys.

"Don't you dare cover anything.  I mean nothing." Karen
growled. "You let them see those wieners and cute little
asses."  "Hey Aunt Sharon, after we get the pictures done,
can we take off their thongs and stuff and let the girls
examine them up close and personal?"

"Honey, we'll see.  But this is business today.  Angela is
in-charge of the schedule."

"Well, I'd personally like some shots of those little girls
playing with the boys' dicks.  There's a market for stuff
like that on the net." JR broke his usual silence.

"It's up to your boss.  If she doesn't mind you can take
some pics as they get themselves fondled by the girls.  But,
only if we get freebees when it comes to the pics." Susan
chimed in.

"Sharon, oh Sharon, I'm over here." The familiar voice of
Mrs. Caufield rang out about the jabbering and giggling
crowd of girls.  "Now, let me see those boys of yours."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, if they don't look like little angels. And
just look at those little peepees.  And, who are these two
lovely little guys?"

"This is Teddy and his twin, Timmy.  They're second
graders."

"Well now they have well developed boyhoods don't they. 
Most of our little boys aren't quite that long at this age. 
And, Steven, I've already had the pleasure of seeing your
goods.  But, Sammy, I've never had the pleasure of seeing
yours.  Put your hands on your head and let me have a look
at ya', son." She held the boy with chestnut skin off at
arms length and turned him round and round.  "Well now, you
still have everything you entered this world with don't
you."  As she did so JR was clicking away.

Embarrassed, Sammy wasn't sure what that meant. He looked
quizzically at the principal.

"Oh you know, this here."  She groped the mesh wrapped penis
with her right hand.  The boy backed up a step only to be
slapped on his bare ass by Karen.

"Stand still and let her examine you, Sammy." She ordered.

"And who is this young lady?  She certainly has a commanding
presence with these boys doesn't she?"

With that Sharon completed the introductions of Andrea,
Marjorie, Karen, Jamie, Angela, and JR.  Mrs. Caufield
already knew Susan and her two as they both attended the
school.

"So, Karen, have you ever considered teaching?  We could
always use young ladies who know how to manage boys.  And
you seem pretty tough on them.  How old are you?"

"She's a year ahead of Steven."

"So young, yet so powerful?"

"She knows how to swing a strap.  After we empowered her to
whip the fire out of their asses, they fell right in line. 
Even Jamie here can wield control and Shaqueta is learning
really fast."

"Okay, what do we want to begin with, Angela?" Mrs. Caufield
was eager to begin.

"How about we borrow some of these girls as extras and we'll
begin with some classroom shots.  You know have one of the
boy's wearing his thong and mesh shirt standing at his desk
reading to the teacher.  We could have the teacher wielding
a pointer.  You know typical old fashioned school scene. 
Perhaps we could have you give a demonstration of Steven
getting punished again.  I'm sure a few good welts will fade
quickly enough for the rest of the photo op.  It'd make him
look like the typical boy."

"Okay, I'll ask some of these leaders to let the girls help
us today.  Perhaps we could pose one of the leaders as the
teacher.  Why don't you go in room 103 and I'll be in
directly."  With that she left to round up the "extras".

"JR we want to get some of them in the thongs in the
classroom, but then we want them to change into the shorts
for more.  After all, the shorts are more realistic for
classroom wear.  The thongs are a must for the gym though." 
Anglea instructed.

"Okay, but when the principal let's fly on Steven's ass, I
want him nude."

"Fine, that'll be for you not the magazine.  That is unless
his mother objects."

"No, no, I think that'd be fine.  If JR wants that, Steven
will just have to 'grin and bear it'. Get it? 'Grin and bear
it'." With that she shoved her sullen son by the shoulder.

Over hearing this discussion, Mrs. Caufield felt a sudden
erotic burst within.  She had a sudden urge to masturbate
while imagining this naked boy hers to punish to her hearts
content.  She could hardly wait.  The mesh thong was one
thing, but that penis on the loose and his bare butt
sticking out in anticipation of a beating was incredibly
tantalizing.

"Well whenever you want.  I'd like to examine him first to
make sure his boy parts are in good order.  I mean I
wouldn't want to hurt him permanently." She suggested for
the sake of getting a hold on that beautiful boy's erect
peepee.  The firmness of the little sack was just longing to
be stimulated with her forefinger as well.  She just glared
at his package through the white mesh of the thong and then
excused herself to the ladies' room.  When she returned,
Sharon motioned for her to Steven's side.

"Why don't you take him and do your pre whipping
examination.  I'm sure you want to be alone with him for
such a procedure.  Steven, go with Mrs. Caufield and you
mind her or you'll wish to hell you did.  Oh, give me the
thong before you go, you won't be needing it.  She needs to
examine you carefully and the thong will be in the way of
the rectal and genital exams.  You were going to do a rectal
work up weren't you?"

"A what?" Mrs. Caufield couldn't take her eyes off the now
nude child with the exquisite erection standing before her. 
The look of fear in his watery eyes was so inviting.

"A rectal exam, you know insert your finger and do a digital
exploration of his prostate?"

"Oh, yes, if you think I should, I'd be happy to do that."

"A thorough exam of my son would require it.  Do whatever
you must to assure yourself he can take your punishment
regimen.  I insist you be thorough."

Taking the boy by his hand she led him away from the crowd
toward the privacy of her office.  JR grabbed his camera and
followed the two. As Mrs. Caufield sat in her desk chair she
brought the boy over to her and reaching around his waist
she began lightly stroking the globes of his shapely
buttocks.  "Now, Steven, I'm going to spend a lot of time
examining your bottom and your boy parts.  Some of the
things I'm going to do will hurt a little, but you'll get
over it.  Let's have you climb up here on my desk." Slowly,
Steven complied by pushing up never taking his eyes off Mrs.
Caufield's.  "Now I want you on your back.  That's it.  Oh
no, Steven, you don't cover your penis.  Put those hands
behind your head.  Now put the soles of both feet together. 
He pulled his legs up as his feet came together exposing not
only his boyhood, but also his pink anal opening to the now
highly aroused woman.  There you go pull them up further. 
Now I'm going to temporarily tape your feet together so you
can't straighten your knees.  You'll want to when I get
started, and we can't have that, now, can we?"  She wrapped
the duct tape around the feet making sure the soles were
flat against each other.  She followed by taping is wrists
together above his head.  Steven was becoming more and more
frightened.  She then secured the taped wrists with a rope
that went from there to one of the legs on the desk.

"Please, Mrs. Caufield, what are you going to do to me?"

"Well honey, I'm going to start on your little peepee.  I
have to know of there are any obstructions in your urethra.
You know what that is?"

"No, Ma'am," He choked back his words.

"It's the tube inside your penis that the urine comes
through.  And what we're going to do first is push this
cotton swab all the way in there and roll it around to make
sure you have a clean shot from your bladder to the tip
here."  With that the woman removed a swab and dipped it in
a jar of petroleum jelly.  "Now this is going to hurt a lot,
but I'm not going to stop no matter how much you beg. 
Ready?"

"No, please don't.  I don't want to hurrrr…." He felt the
woman's fingers squeeze open the slit in his penis and then
the intial thrust of the swab.  "Oooooweeeee, it hurts, it
hurts, take it out….." He cried as she pushed the swab
further and further into his shaft.
Steven was crying from the pain.

"See now, it's in all the way and I'm going to twist it a
little bit.  Then we'll be done." Mrs. Caufield informed the
boy with heavy breathing it was hard for her to speak with a
composed tone of voice.

"Ooooooweeee, please stop, please!!!!"

She withdrew the swab.  "Now, then we're done with that. 
Things look pretty good.  I'll just rub your penis for a few
minutes and make it feel better.  Then we can examine your
bag, the scrotum here, and what's inside just calm down,
Steven."  Her fingers began moving in an up and down
movement as she tried to re-erect the boy.  It wasn't
working.  "Hey, how about we try to close your urethra by
sucking on it.  I'll put it in my mouth and suck real hard,
Steven, and that should make it close up and be back to
normal."  Taking his flaccid member into her mouth, she
began to suck and within a short time was able to achieve
the desired result, a hard-on.  Steven had stopped groaning
in pain and now was making noises which were more indicative
of pleasure.  His little penis began to throb as the woman
was relentless.  Shortly, his hips rose even with his feet
taped his raised his backside off the surface of the desk. 
His body contorted within the confines of the ties and his
breathing was fast.  "Okay, now, Mrs. Caufield needs to
examine your testicles.  You know your balls?" and she began
squeezing his right testicle. "Oh, this one is firm and
about the right size.  Now let's have a feel of the left
one".  Again he felt the squeeze not hard enough to cause
pain, but sufficient to elicit a look of panic.  "That
wasn't bad was it?"

"No Ma'am, just don't put that thing in my penis again,
please."

"Now let's check out your prostate shall we?" The boy's legs
were opened perfectly by the position of his feet.  Mrs.
Caufield pressed her index finger against the anal opening
and at first the boy jumped.  After resettling himself the
principal continued to apply pressure finally forcing her
finger into the preteen's lower colon.  He flinched in pain
as the initial entry was made and then settled to the feel
of the internal exploration which became even more
pleasurable as this testicles and penis were again
manipulated with the woman's other hand.  Caufield withdrew
her forefinger and replace it with both the forefinger and
middle finger of her left hand.  She continued to massage
the boy's erect penis until once again his breathing raced
and his hips left the surface of the table.

"Now I'm going to bring the girls in and have them watch how
to do these examinations.  You will mind your manners while
we do everything again.  Won't you?"

"You aren't going to put things in my penis again, are you?"

"You know I have to.  The girls must see how to conduct a
proper examination of boys' special parts.  How else will
they learn?  I'm sure your cousins will keep you in shape so
it won't hurt as much.  I mean you'll get used to it,
Steven.  Besides it's such a nice penis.  Look at it hard as
a rock about three and a half inches erect, and that little
mushroom on top is just as cute as it can be.  I'm sure the
girls will enjoy this."  Leaving her office with the boy's
feet taped together and his arms stretched and tied to the
desk legs she left to bring in her female audience.  
Shortly twenty little girls, those who came with Steven and
seventeen girl scouts were surrounding the desk and staring
at this erect penis and tight ball sack.  He also saw his
mother and the other three women standing behind the gawking
little girls.  "Okay girls, here's how you examine little
boys.  After we're done here you may wish to grab one of the
other three naked little guys and try some of this with
them.  First you take their penis and squeeze and give it a
hard jerk to make sure it's well connected.  Just like
this."  The woman jerked his penis hard and he groaned. 
"Now we want to be sure his urethra is unobstructed, so we
take a cotton swab like this, squeeze the tip so the hole
opens and push it in the hole like so."  Steven screamed at
the pain caused by the sudden and forceful intrusion. "You
need to run the swab down as far as you can." He cried in
pain as the woman continued the inward thrust until only the
opposite tip of the swab was sticking out a quarter of an
inch."  Steven cried and begged for her to remove the swab. 
"Boys will cry and complain while you do this, but you must
learn to ignore them.  Their little penises need to be
swabbed out regularly to ensure cleanliness."  She then
removed the swab after several partial thrusts back and
forth.  "Now let's move on to his little bag here, shall
we?"

Karen mumbled to her mother, "I want to do that Q-tip thing
to him and to Sammy too."

"Well, wait until we get them home and you and the girls can
have a blast with it.  I want you to try it on the twins
too.  They haven't been getting the attention they should."

"Okay we'll do all four of them."  In the background
Caufield's instruction had mesmerized the on-looking girls. 
She managed to get some empathetic groans and cringes as she
shoved her finger up the boy's rectum.  As she fingered his
phallus with her free hand his breathing again quickened and
his hips thrust off the desk surface.

"What was that Mrs. Caufield?  Why did he do that?" One of
the girl scouts asked.

"That was a boy orgasm.  He's still young so when he does
that nothing comes out.  But, when he's a few years older,
he will squirt semen out the tip of his penis here.  That's
another good reason to ream him out with swabs.  Keep that
path clean and clear." She continued.

"Now I'm going to teach you how to spank boys.  Some of you
will need to know this for babysitting.  Many of you will
grow up to have boys of your own.  They need to be whipped
soundly on a regular basis.  Girls learn well with words,
but boys only learn to behave if there's some pain." She
walked toward a small closet while she spoke.  "Perhaps JR
should come in with his camera for this." She mentioned to
Sharon who immediately left to summon the photographer. 
"Girls you must always strip the boy completely naked to
spank.  Never, ever spank over any clothing.  It will sting
more if they are bare and being naked has a humiliation
aspect.  In fact, once you spank, they should have to spend
naked time afterward when they are on display to the world. 
If you do the whipping well enough, they will be able to
cool down quicker if you make them stay naked for a few
hours."

"Besides you can play with their wieners longer too if they
stay naked." One of the girls broke the silence.

Retrieving a wide leather strap from the closet she placed
it on the desk right next to Stevens head as she responded
to the girl's observation, "Yes, Jenny, that's another good
reason to keep them bare. Now, Steven, I'm going to remove
the tape and you know before too long you're going to get a
whipping with the strap.  If you don't behave yourself, I'll
double the number of swats.  Do you understand?  Just relax
until JR has his cameras where he wants them and we'll get
this done."

"But I didn't do anything to get spanked for."  Steven cried
with tearful eyes.

"Yes, but we need some to film this to show how the thongs
make it easier for parents, teachers, babysitters and others
to discipline naughty boys.  To sell this convenience we
need to make it real.  You know fake sounds of a belt
connecting with your butt and making sure the stripes appear
at the proper time would be difficult.  Fake crying looks
like fake crying.  This way it will appear real because it
is real.  We'll just keep this on the books and let you
slide the next time you deserve a spanking.  How's that? 
Now let's get the thong with the half inch holes on him. 
Poke that little peter out one of the holes, it'll look
cute."

Sharon dressed her son in the requested thong.  Steven was
already crying, not so much from the torture his boy parts
had just gone through, but more in anticipation of the
coming whipping.  Sharon fumbled with his penis and managed
to push it out through one of the holes in the sack.  It was
cute sticking out.  It made it look as though he was
completely comfortable with his attire and just a little
disheveled.  His premature crying played extremely well in
convincing the audience the boy realized he was in big
trouble as Mrs. Caufield acted as if she was reading a note
from his teacher.  The camera closed in as Mrs. Caufield
looked directly at the lens.

"At our school, all of the boys are required to wear Strings
and Sacks half inch thongs for physical education and
outdoor play.  We find that it provides the necessary air
circulation around their genital areas and minimizes anal
coverage.  We can also monitor erections and make necessary
corrections should they harden at inappropriate times. One
of the most exciting benefits is," she walked around Steven
as he cried, "the bare buttocks is available for immediate
spanking.  Steven here, is in trouble.  He is about to get
spanked and I don't have to wait for him to remove his pants
or underwear.  As you can see, his bottom", she patted his
bare buttocks gently as she spoke, "is ready to receive the
appropriate reminder.  This is not only convenient for us at
school, but it is equally convenient for his parents and
other caregivers responsible for keeping Steven and other
young boys on the straight and narrow.  I'll now,
demonstrate how easily he can be disciplined and then
returned to the classroom.  Now, Steven, bend over the desk
here."

The audible level of his crying rose dramatically as he
draped himself over the desk.  Mrs. Caufield retrieved the
strap.  "Steven, if you move before I've finished, we will
begin all over again.  Stay put."  The warning was followed
within seconds with a whooshing sound that ended as with a
loud slap on the boy's bare backside.  Steven screamed in
pain and fright as he shifted from one foot to the other. 
That was followed by another whoosh and slap as the strap
solidly connected.  Then another.  The girls watching the
ordeal were wide eyed and drawing in air through their
empathetically clenched teeth.  "Whoosh, slap" again the
strap landed as JR continued to nod for another application. 
"Whoosh, slap." Steven was screaming each time and
uncontrollably bawling.  "Whoosh, slap." The final stripe
quickly was in evidence as JR waved his hand as if to say,
"We've got enough footage."

Mrs. Caufield continued the act cradling his chin between
the thumb and forefinger of her right hand she instructed
the well spanked boy, "Now Steven I want you to go back to
the classroom.  You keep your P.E. uniform on all day so the
other boys can see what will happen if they don't behave. 
Go on now."

"Cut! That was great."  JR shouted with enthusiasm.

Mrs. Caufield addressed Sharon, Susan, and Marjorie, "I'd
like to have a fashion show with them in these thongs and
perhaps the short shorts in a week or two.  I'm going to dub
these new fashions of yours as our official school uniforms
for boys.  You know the short shorts for all formal
occasions and the thongs for P.E. and outdoor play.  I just
love them."

Angela interrupted, "We need to give the girls some time
with the boys without the thongs or shorts and then we can
get them loaded for more shots downtown."

"Karen, you let these girls explore the boys for awhile. 
How about you bring the boys out to the van in a half hour."
Andrea directed.  Then addressing the gathered group of
girls, "Girls you may touch whatever you want.  Please don't
pull too hard or pinch or squeeze too hard.  We need them to
be in good shape for more pictures.  Thank you for helping
us with this part of the photo shoot.  Some of you will be
in the background pics in Fashion Trends for Kids magazine
next month.  Tell your Moms to look for it."

The girls then ushered the now completely nude boys to the
gym mats for examination.  The adults moved to the parking
lot to plan the remainder of the shoot.


  
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