The Whole Story
By Captain J
CaptainJ46@yahoo.com

copyright 2007 by Captain J, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit
depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or
if such material does not appeal to you, do not read
further, and do not save this story.

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Author's Note:  I wrote this story a couple of years ago and
posted it on a Stripping & Humiliation BBS which is now long
gone.  It's one of very few stories I've written in the
first person.  It is however, fiction and much did not
happen to me.  The world in which I set it was from my
childhood and some of the characters were real, but not
everything that is outlined.  Only the initial public
spanking, a few forced nude boat rides, and a few jerk-off
shows actually happened, beyond that; I'll let you guess
what is fiction and what was real.  These incidents were
probably the basis for my interest in young femdom ever
since.  Names have been changed to protect the not so
innocent.  The rest is my perverted imagination… Captain J

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Stripped and beaten by a 16 year Old Girl 

The year was 1962 and the world was a different place.  No
one had ever heard of Feminism, civil rights was a remote
concept and the whole concept of Men's and Women's roles was
just edging out of the 1950's mold.  In short, the whole
60's movement had not yet started.  One of the social and
economic factors of life back then was the wide divide
between the "have's and have-not's."  If your family had
money you could do just about anything and get away with it. 
No one ever took the word of someone "Poor" or "lower class"
against the word of someone from "a good family" i.e. Upper
Middle Class or Wealthy.

To be white and poor put you one level above black and poor
which was to say a "servant at best" NEVER to be treated as
a social equal and whose presence was treated as a necessity
to be tolerated only on an as convenient basis.

My family was undergoing financial hardship; my father had
suffered a back injury and subsequent surgery and had been
out of work for almost two years.  Both my brother and I had
jobs both before and after school and my Mother was holding
down two jobs all of us just trying to make ends meet and
put food on the table.  We were "Poor" financially, but had
previously been "middle class."  The change in social status
was quick and apparent to those who had to suffer through
it.  You were no longer welcome at former "friends" houses,
and at best you were the subject of whispers and pity.  At
worst, you were now "White Trash" and not to be associated
with.

The summer in question, I managed to get a job working at a
private marina/park, which fronted on a state owned lake.  I
made the whopping sum of $1.25 per hour plus room and board
working as general labor for the park owner.  On weekends I
was the "Dockboy" who cleaned rental boats, sold bait and
gas. On weekdays, I mowed grass, picked up trash and other
manual labor in the park.  Two older boys worked there, Paul
(20) the owner's son and Ed (17) who was the Lifeguard on
weekends and Laborer on weekdays.  The owner and his wife
ran the store and snackbar and their daughter Janet (16)
worked weekends only, running the cash register in either
the store or snackbar.  The two older boys did the really
heavy labor in the park, as I was very small for a 13-year-
old, only 5'2 or 3" and about 105 lbs.  To them I was the
"runt" and not to be associated with generally.  They were
too busy chasing girls to be bothered with me.  Janet was a
young amazon at 5'9", very athletic, curves in more than all
the right places, with long blonde hair and a model's looks;
she was also gay but I didn't know that at the time.  Janet
was also above talking to anyone "below her social status"
unless absolutely necessary.  If you were not in her
"circle" you were tolerated at best.

One Thursday in mid-June I was mowing the large grass area
adjacent to the beach and seeing that there were about 20
girls sunbathing on the beach and the edge of the grass, I
warned them that I would be cutting the grass area and that
the mower might throw clippings in their direction.  Janet,
who was among those on the beach told me not to cut the
grass as she didn't want to move.  I explained to her that
her father had ordered me to cut the beach and picnic areas
that day so that they would be done before the weekend
"rush" and that I didn't have any choice in the matter.

Janet just muttered something I couldn't hear and laid back
down on her blanket.  Virtually all of the other girls moved
further onto the sand away from the grass, where they would
be clear of any grass clippings.

The grass area was about 100 yards long and 50 yards wide,
and still hoping that Janet would get the idea, I started on
the opposite edge and cut back and forth lengthwise, moving
in her direction.  When, I was about 10 feet from the edge
of the sand (with the mower exhausting in the opposite
direction) a few blades of grass blew back towards the lake
and landed on Janet's blanket.  She went ballistic, jumped
up off her blanket and ran towards me yelling and screaming,
grabbed me by the neck and pulled me off of the mower
(fortunately the mower had a cut-off switch under the seat
and shut itself off).  Dragging me by the neck and hitting
me repeatedly, she pulled me over to her blanket and pointed
to the grass clippings, which had landed there.

I tried to explain that I had warned them it might happen
but she was having no part of it.  Continuously yelling and
swearing at me that she had told me not to cut the grass.  I
told her again that her father had ordered the grass cut and
that I had to do it or loose my job.  Not hearing any of
that, she decided that I had to be "punished" and that she
was going to spank me for not listening to her.

Without warning, she grabbed the front of my shorts and tore
the button off when she pulled at the waist which also
ripped the zipper out on one side. (The only thing I was
wearing were a pair of old blue jeans cut-off shorts and
tennis shoes, no underwear, too hot!).  The force of her
jerk caused me to loose my balance and I quickly found
myself laying on the ground on my back with my shorts pulled
to about my knees as she quickly pulled them towards my
feet.  I immediately heard squeals and laughter from all
around me, as I saw that we were now surrounded by all of
the girls from the beach who had come to see what was going
on.  I then realized to my dismay, that I was now totally
nude in front of about 20 girls ranging in age from 10-17. 
I tried to cover my crotch with my hands, but that just made
it easier for Janet to finish pulling my shorts off my legs
and was cause for laughter and cheers from the girls.

Having gotten my shorts off, Janet threw them into the crowd
of girls and grabbed me by the left arm in a hammer lock and
pulled me to my feet then drug me towards a folding chair
about 30 feet down the beach.  Since I worked outside
everyday, I already had a dark tan on my torso and legs but
as you have might have guessed my butt was cream white, this
was cause for much jeering and laughter from the girls. 
When, we reached the chair, Janet sat down and pulled me
across her lap maintaining the hammer lock with the help of
two girls who held my feet; immediately commenced wailing
away at my backside, to the sounds of clapping, cheering and
laughter from the assembled girls, who kept on pointing out
to me that I had been stripped and was being spanked by a
"mere girl."  After about 50 very hard hand spanks and
taunting by the girls, I started crying and pleaded to be
let go.  This only caused more jeering about the "crybaby."

After what seemed like forever, Janet finally let me up, but
much to my embarrassment my bare crotch rubbing on her bare
thighs had caused an erection.  Now I wasn't very big and
neither was my dick, so this was cause for even more jeering
about my "tiny and/or cute little dick."  My butt was
burning from the spanking and my dick was standing straight
out and I was burning red on both ends, I tried to cover-up
but that only made them jeer more at me.  At this point
Janet decided to let me go, but the girls would not give me
back my shorts, throwing them one to another in a game of
"keep away."  Unable to retrieve my shorts with only one
hand, I made a desperate attempt to get them using both
hands and abandoning my attempted modesty.  This of course
resulted in my little hard-on bouncing about as I tried to
recover my shorts and was cause for even more glee, cheering
and laughing.  Finally, I decided to give up trying to get
my shorts back and run back to the cabin shared by Ed and
myself to get some clothes.  This was a distance of almost
two miles through the park, fortunately most of it through
areas not currently occupied.

When I took off running, I was immediately followed by about
6 girls mostly 12-14 age range who taunted me all the way
back to the cabin about being stripped and spanked by a
girl.  When I finally got there and got inside, I hid in the
cabin for about a half-hour until they finally got tired of
waiting and left.

Word got out throughout the park about the incident and the
other boys, who previously would barely stoop to talking to
me, shut me out completely.  I was a "wimp" beaten up by a
"girl" the fact that she was bigger and stronger than me was
irrelevant, "real boys" or men would never allow that to
happen.  Janet told her father that I had picked a fight
with her and that she had spanked me and since his "good
daughter would never tell a lie" as far as he was concerned
it was my fault.  Further, "If you ever get into another
fight with my daughter, you are fired immediately..."

For the rest of the summer the girls who had been present
subjected me to little giggles and sneers and even those who
were not when they found out about it.  "Wimp," "Pencil
dick," and "spankie" were little names thrown out at me when
no adults were around, each would result in my turning red
with embarrassment, but there was nothing I could do about
it.  The 10-13 year olds were the worst as they were my age
and younger.  Anytime any of the girls took offense to
anything I said or did or even if they just wanted to rub it
in, they would loudly say, "I guess he needs another lesson
from Janet, should we go get her?"

What none of them knew, boys or girls was that Janet did not
drop it with the public spanking but continued her
domination for the rest of the summer.  But that's another
story...

Part 2 - My Ball Busting Summer

Following the public spanking incident and Janet having
convinced her father (my boss) that the whole thing was my
fault; Janet continued her domination of me for the rest of
the summer.  The Boss having threatened to fire me
immediately if "I picked another fight with his daughter." 
I was screwed and Janet knew it.  She could claim at any
time that I started another incident and she was home free
and I was gone.

The Tuesday following, the spanking and humiliation on the
Beach, Janet cornered me early in the morning and demanded
that I meet her on the Beach by the Lifeguard's chair that
evening at 8:00 when no one would be around.  I asked why
and she just smirked and replied "If you want to keep this
job, you'll be there, if not you might as well start packing
your stuff…"

What was I to do?  I needed the job because my family badly
needed the little money I made.

At about 7:55 I reluctantly walked across the grass towards
the Lifeguard's chair on the beach.  Before me I could see
three girls, Janet, and two of her friends, Susan a little
blond 12 ½ year-old cousin of her's and Missy a brunette 14
year-old who lived down the lake in a cabin owned by her
parents.  Susan was staying the summer with my boss's family
and worked part-time in the snackbar.  Missy was a permanent
fixture at the marina/park and always seen with Janet.

As I approached, Janet was standing with her arms crossed
over her chest and feet apart with a stern look on her face,
the other two girls were hanging back behind her a couple of
feet.

"Well the Wimp finally got here!" snarled Janet.  "Get your
puny ass over here on the other side of the chair."

I stopped, dead in my track, this did not look good, Janet
was hostile and looked to be mad about something…

"I said GET YOU PUNY ASS OVER HERE!" she yelled and leapt
across the three feet separating us, and with one hand on my
left shoulder, drove her left knee into my crotch lifting me
off the ground.

I screamed and coughed, grabbed for my balls and crumpled to
the ground at her feet, trying to breathe as the pain shot
throughout my body and tears flowed from my eyes.  I
couldn't talk; I was doing well just to get my breath.

"Strip him." Janet ordered the other girls.

In short order, one of the girls was pulling my T-shirt off
and the other was undoing my shorts, then pulling them down
my legs.  Before, I could recover my breath; I was lying
nude at Janet's feet with Missy and Susan standing on either
side of me.  All three were smiling and Janet was downright
gloating.

Janet reached down and grabbed my right wrist and the other
girls grabbed my left and I was drug across the remaining
grass and sand to the lifeguard's chair.  Then, while Janet
held me upright facing against the front of the 12' high
chair, the other girls tied my hands and feet spread-eagled
to the legs of the chair.  Still choking with pain in my
balls, I cried and pleaded with them to let me go, but it
was useless.  Once secured all three of them stood back, I
could just see them looking over my shoulder.

Janet moved to the side where I could see her, "Now wimp, I
will explain the new order of things around here.  You are
our slave to do with want we want, when we want, however we
want… DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"  "If you give us any shit, If you
fail to follow orders, you are gone but only after I beat
the shit out of you."  "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

I pleaded with her not to do this and to let me go, but she
was in control, she knew it and also knew she could do
whatever she wanted short of killing me.  I might as well
have been talking to a tree; it would have been just as
responsive.

"Here are the rules," she said clearly as she held me by the
hair, pulling my head back and looking directly into my
eyes.

"From now on you will call me 'Miss Janet and Susan is 'Miss
Susan' and Missy is 'Miss Missy'…Agreed?"  "Yes, Miss Janet
" I weakly replied.

"From now on, you will be naked in our presence at all times
when we are alone.  A puny wimp doesn't deserve to wear
clothing without permission…Agreed?"  With my entire body
shaking "Yes, Miss Janet" I cried.

"When working you will wear girls panties under your shorts
at all times, you may be inspected by any of us at any time
and any place we choose; if you are not wearing your
panties, you will be severely spanked, in public, when and
where I choose…Agreed?" "But I don't have any"…I pleaded
with tears streaming down my face.  "We will provide them"
she spit back "Agreed?"  "Yes, Miss Janet" was the weak
reply.

"If any ANYTIME, you do not immediately comply with an order
from any of us, you will be punished, usually a spanking but
if you really piss me off, I can be VERY creative; that knee
to you useless little cock and balls was just a taste of
what I can do…Agreed? "Please don't do this," I whimpered.

"Apparently you DON'T understand… Missy give me his belt!"

Janet let go of my hair and moved out of sight, and before
any time had passed at all, I heard the whoosh of my belt in
the air and my ass lit up with electric shock like pain. 
Again, and again she whipped me with my belt, I don't know
how many times, but in short order I was a blubbering mess,
straining against the bonds which held me to the lifeguard's
chair, but unable to escape.  My pleas and crying did
nothing to avert her attack on my backside.

Finally, she stopped and again grabbed my hair and looked
into my eyes, "NOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND?  DO YOU AGREE?"  "Yes
Miss Janet," I choked out.

"Wednesdays are your day off, you will serve us all day,
however we please on those days.  You will meet Missy or one
of us at Missy's boat no later than 8:00a.m. every
Wednesday, and she will take you to wherever we will go for
your service.  As soon as the boat leaves the dock you are
to be completely nude unless we tell you otherwise…Agreed?" 
"Yes Miss Janet," I again choked out.

During all of this, the other two girls said nothing, but I
could hear snickers and giggles throughout.

"Just so you know any of us may punish you, each of us is
going to give you five more swats with the belt…"

I pleaded with them not to do it, but that only made Janet
mad.

"Now it's ten each you little shit, want to try for more?"

"Susan you get first honors" Janet announced.

Susan was very small, only about 5' and maybe 90 lbs. I
didn't think it was possible for her to really hurt me.  Wow
was I WRONG!  She swung with both hands and the first strike
on my already tenderized butt, drove me into the chair
framework, crushing my little cock and balls against a cross
beam.  She worked quickly and soon Missy was taking her
turn, by the time Janet again took the belt, I was only
semi-conscious and a blubbering fool, just hanging from the
bonds holding me to the chair.  By the time I came around,
it was dark and I found myself alone on the beach, tied to
the chair, with my ass on fire and pain stabbing every time,
I even moved a muscle.

After what seemed like forever, Janet came back carrying 6
pair of assorted girl's panties, which she took great
pleasure in showing me, one pair at a time.  Three pair were
nylon and frilly, two pair were white cotton with little
figures printed on them, one a teddybear and one a baby girl
in bonnet and dress, both trimmed in pink, the last pair
were pink cotton with little animals all over them.  "Here's
you panties 'Pussyboy' aren't they just adorable?

You have a different pair for each day, except Wednesday's
when you won't be needing any clothes…"

Throwing the panties on the ground, she then untied one hand
and one leg and turned me around still secured to the chair
frame by the other arm and leg.

"That's all for now SLAVE, you have an appointment on the
Dock tomorrow morning and you better not be late!"  Then
holding me back against the chair, she again drove her knee
into my crotch, doubling me over choking in pain.

"That's was just to remind you that I can do whatever I
want!" as she walked away laughing.

When, I finally recovered, I untied myself and tried to find
my clothes in the dark, found the T-shirt but not my shorts
or belt…no luck.  I gathered up the panties and figuring a
pair of them was better than no pants, made my way back to
the cabin.  Fortunately, Ed was already asleep and didn't
see me come in.  I immediately hid the panties in my drawer
and after going in the bathroom and putting some suntan
lotion on my butt to lessen the pain, got into bed and tried
to not cry from the pain, which might wake my roommate. 

Part 3

I got up early the next morning and putting on a pair of
swimming trunks went down to the beach to try and find my
shorts and belt removed by the girls the night before.  I
should note that putting on the trunks was a real chore, as
my ass was criss-crossed with red welts from the beating
with the belt and 'tender' to say the least.

I found my shorts and belt down by the water and returned
them to the cabin, then had a quick breakfast.  It was
7:45a.m. and I was supposed to be on the dock by 8:00.  I
REALLY was not looking forward to what might happen today,
Janet had been very cruel with the public spanking on the
beach and last night's ball busting and whipping with the
belt.  The other two girls seemed to be just going along
with whatever Janet wanted to do to me.

Walking down the hill to the docks, I could see Missy
standing out near the end and sitting in her boat was little
Susan.  Missy's parents had provided her with a 14' aluminum
fishing type boat with a 10 hp outboard motor for
transportation (This was primarily a fishing lake part of
the state's flood control system, with a 10 hp limit). 
Missy was standing waiting when I got to the dock with hands
on hips and a big smile on her face.  Susan was sitting in
the bow of the boat also with a broad smile.  I, on the
other hand, had my head down and red face trying to hide my
shame at even being there.

Missy told me to get in the boat and take the center seat
facing forward.  She then jumped in and started the motor,
the girls cast off the mooring lines and we were no more
than 15 feet from the dock when I heard from behind me, "Get
those shorts off Wimp."

I was scared to death, we were still close to the marina and
there were a lot of fishermen loading into their boats to go
out for the day, the probability of being seen was 100%.  I
slid off the seat down into the space between Susan and the
middle seat I had been sitting on and carefully lowered my
trunks.  When my ass hit the cold metal of the hull, I gave
a little squeak, which caused both girls to start laughing
hysterically.  Now nude, I looked up at Susan who was
smiling back at me and not even attempting to hide the fact
that she was staring at my privates.  red faced, I started
to cover them with my hands when I again heard Missy's
voice, "None of that! Up on the seat facing forward, hands
behind you, knees apart!"

I edged back up onto the middle seat and took the ordered
position facing little Susan, who now had a totally
unobstructed view of my body from a distance of about two
feet.  My balls were resting on the cold metal seat and
retracted from the cold surface as if trying to hide from
the stare of the 12-½ year old.  "He's getting even
smaller!" she called back to Missy and both of them laughed.

So there we were riding down the lake, two dressed girls on
either end of the boat and a nude boy in the center,
completely on display for anyone to see if they looked.  The
lake was 14 miles long and we passed many boats along the
way, mostly fishermen who paid little or no attention to us. 
Missy even waved at a couple of them and they waved back as
if nothing were out of the ordinary.  I should explain that
this lake had almost no buildings visible from the water. 
Housing areas were highly regulated and had to be back at
least 100 yards from the water with trees forming a buffer
area so that the lake looked "natural" from the water. 
Actually youth camps bordered most of the lake and or state
nature areas so the human population was relatively thin to
begin with other than in concentrated areas like the
marinas, central camps and housing allotments.

After about 5 miles of sheer terror on my part, Missy turned
the boat left into 'Doctor's Bay' a large side estuary of
the lake.  It was about 2 miles long and once about ½ mile
into it, very shallow with lots of stumps and rocks, which
would destroy an outboard motor.  Hence it was usually empty
of boats.  Picking her way slowly, Missy worked her way
about 2/3 of the way back the bay to where a large tree grew
right on the water on the right bank, there was a boat tied
to the tree and I immediately recognized it as Janet's 12'
Boston Whaler (an expensive fiberglass boat).  As we pulled
to the shore, Janet stepped out from behind the tree and
grabbed the bow line from Susan and proceeded to tie Missy's
boat to the tree beside her's.

"Everybody out!" ordered Janet.

Susan wearing shorts and a halter-top with tennis shoes
scrambled over the bow to the shore.  As I stood to get out,
Missy had her first clear view of my ass, "Wow!  Would you
look at those stripes!"

I was stretched out over the bow at this point, and Janet
(wearing a T-shirt and shorts) who was only a foot and a
half to my side had a clear view of the damage she had
inflicted the night before.  "Gee, I bet that still hurts…"
she offered and giggled, this prompted a giggle from Susan
who was on the other side of me also with a clear view.  I
on the other hand could feel tears starting to well up in my
eyes from the humiliation.

Once I was out of the boat, Janet grabbed me by the ear and
led me over to her boat, where she pointed out a cooler,
several blankets and three small duffel bags.  "Carry all of
that stuff up the hill" she ordered "and be quick about it!" 
This was emphasized with a swat with her hand on my
backside, which elicited a yelp from me and laughter from
all of the girls.

With me carrying the cooler, Missy, wearing a tube top and
very tight shorts, led me up the hill about a hundred yards
where there was a clearing that overlooked the lake.  All
the way up I was watching the near perfect ass ahead of me,
and I could feel the start of an erection, but fought the
thought to try and keep it down.  Apparently, a house had
once been there as there was an old fashion water pump and
the land was level like an old road or something, but now
was just a clear grass area.  Missy had me put the cooler
down and return for the rest of the stuff; (Janet had stayed
by the boats to prevent any possible escape).  As I walked
down the hill towards Janet and Susan, I realized just how
exposed I was.  As I could feel my half-hard cock swinging
back and forth and my balls bouncing with each step.  Going
up I had the cooler to conceal me somewhat, but coming down
the hill there was nothing to hide me.  This was cause for
me to be red faced by the time I reached the girls.

I retrieved the blankets and bags and the girls followed me
up the hill for the second trip.  Along the way, Susan
mumbled something I only half heard about the welts on my
ass and Janet replied something about "it was only the
start."  I trembled, and stumbled and almost fell hearing
her reply.

"Get going you clumsy little shit," got me moving again and
quickly.  When we reached the clearing, each girl took a
blanket and bag from me and spread her blanket on the
ground.  This left me just standing there nude, feeling like
some kind of idiot.  Once they had their blankets spread
each stripped down to bathing suits, in fact all three were
wearing very small string bikinis, smaller than they would
ever wear on a public beach.

I suppose I should fill you in further on each girl: Janet
5'-9" probably a "B" cup sized breasts, slim, trim and long
legs; Missy about 5'-7" large "C+" sized and wide hips with
short brown hair; 

Susan, blonde shoulder length hair, about 5', skinny,
"straight as an arrow" type body, just starting to show
signs of developing, with small bumps for breasts.  But to
me, this was more female flesh than I had ever seen and my
cock decided to respond again, I could feel it starting to
rise and wanted to hide but how could I?

"It seems the Wimp, likes what he sees," observed Missy. 
This caused all three girls to stare at my half-hard cock
and me to turn red with shame.

"Well don't just stand there, get it hard," ordered Janet.

"Yeah, I want to see it hard again," snickered little Susan.

To this point I had not said a single word from the time I
arrived on the dock until then.  I tried to respond but the
words just wouldn't come out.  "I…I can't.." I blubbered and
choked out my whole body trembling.

Janet leaped to her feet and grabbed me by the left ear. 
"Miss Susan wants to see it hard.  I don't know why, it's so
small and useless, but she does, SO GET IT HARD!"

"I…I…can't" I whimpered, "not…not…in front of girls…"

Janet cuffed my across the back of my head and shoved me
towards Susan's blanket.  "You are refusing an order, that
will not be tolerated, Susan gets to spank you for it...""

In seconds I was placed over Susan's sitting lap, with my
cock rubbing down between her young thighs.  "50 hard ones"
Janet ordered and Susan immediately started dishing out the
punishment.  The fact that I was being spanked by a girl
younger than me and smaller made it even worse.  It was one
thing to be beaten by a young amazon (to my small size) like
Janet; it was a wholly different thing to be worked over by
this girl almost my age.  By number 25, I was crying and
pleading for her to stop, I still don't know how such a
small girl could hit so hard.  By 50 I was a blubbering mess
unable to control myself at all.

When Susan finished, she shoved me and rolled me over onto
my back.  To my mounting shame, my cock was now hard and
standing straight up from my body all thin 3" of it…

"See, you CAN get it hard with the proper motivation."
Observed Janet, "Now you will keep it that way all day, if
it gets soft, you will get another spanking until it is hard
again.  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes Miss Janet" was my weak reply.

"Good, now get up and get me a beer from the cooler."

"I'll take one too," added the smirking Missy.  "And I want
a Coke," demanded Susan.

"Yes Miss Missy, Yes Miss Susan," I responded.

Still crying I slowly made my way over to the cooler and I
could feel the heat from my burning ass as I bent over to
get the girls their drinks, apparently my bright red
posterior was funny to them, because when I bent over, they
all laughed at me.  "Imagine what everyone would think if
they found out that he let Susan do that to him," Missy
sneered from behind me.

The rest of the morning was spent getting them drinks or
snacks.  When not running errands for them, I was ordered to
kneel at the foot of their blankets, with my knees spread
wide, keeping my cock hard, but I was told I was not to cum
under any circumstances without their permission or Janet
would administer the punishment.  I didn't even want to
THINK what that might be.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep an erection for
hours without cumming?  You have to touch it enough to keep
it hard, but stop touching it if you are approaching a
climax, then resume when the crest has passed.  It took all
my will power to accomplish what they wanted and by noon my
balls were ready to explode with built up cum wanting to get
out…  If that wasn't hard enough, all throughout, were
continuous comments from the girls about how "tiny, cute,
pathetic, useless, etc." was my equipment.

Around 1:00 in the afternoon, a motor boat could be heard
working it's way back into the bay.  Janet stood up so she
could see who it was and immediately spat "Shit it's Ted!" 
'Ted' was the Lake Patrolman employed by the state to handle
law enforcement on the Lake.  "Take all of the beer and
empty cans and hide them," Janet ordered me, "If he finds us
with beer, we are in deep trouble."

I gathered all of the cans, full and empty and hid them in
some bushes about 25 yards away.  Then I realized I was nude
and had no clothes to put on as I saw the girls quickly
dressing.  My trunks were down in the boat!

I asked Janet what I should do and her response was "Go
Hide!"

I ran back into the woods away from the clearing and hid in
some bushes.  I was still close enough to hear what was
going on but out of sight.

Ted was a high school teacher who worked at this job in the
summers and really wasn't like a 'Cop' but did have the
authority to arrest if necessary.  He treated most
'offenders' more like his students and gave more warnings
than citations.  Most of the tickets he wrote were for
violations of fishing laws or motorboat registration or
safety equipment violations.  I only once ever saw him
actually arrest someone and that was a drunk causing
problems at the marina.

By the time he reached the clearing where the girls were
still on their blankets, but now dressed he was not thrilled
about having to work his boat back into the bay and then
hike up the hill.

"This is private property, what are you girls doing here?"
he demanded.

"Augh Ted, we're just having a picnic and doing some
sunbathing away from those terrible boys back on the beach,"
Janet responded.

"Now Janet, you know this property belongs to the Girl
Scouts and no one is allowed back here, if your father found
out, you'd be grounded for the rest of the summer…"

"But Ted, we're not hurting anything…"

"No buts, pack up this stuff and get it back down to your
boats and get out of here, and if I ever find you back here
again, well, you won't like what happens…"

"Yes Sir," all three responded and immediately started
packing their stuff and carrying it down to the boats. 
Shortly, I heard all three motors start and moved to where I
could see the lake, and much to my chagrin watched all three
boat leave, with Ted in the rear following the other two
boats with the girls.

I waited there nude in the woods for hours, waiting for one
of the girls to come back and pick me up, but they didn't
come.  While I waited, Ted's words came back to me… "belongs
to the Girl Scouts"… Oh God, I thought what if I get caught
here naked on a Girl Scout Camp; I'll be arrested as some
kind of pervert!

The sun was starting to get low in the sky and still no one
came back for me, it was 5 miles by water back to the
marina, but almost 10 by land, and me only wearing my tennis
shoes…

Part 4

It was now approaching sunset and here I was still naked on
a Girl Scout Camp, almost 10 miles from my cabin.  None of
the girls ever came back so I had to do something.  I
figured I'd better work my way towards the road before it
got too dark and hopefully find something to cover myself
along the way.  Then hike it back to the cabin in the dark.

Walking through the woods naked at dusk may sound exciting
to someone (God know who) but it was not.  Every bush and
branch will stick you and from the heat still burning from
my butt, anything touching it was cause for swearing.  It
seemed like every little branch had to swat my backside
along the way.  For some reason I still can't fathom, my
cock decided to stay at least half-hard though all of this. 
Rough bark and twigs also are not kind to you tender
privates!

After picking my way through about a mile and a half of
woods and brush, I soon found myself nearing the central
part of the Girl Scout Camp.  I swung wide of the central
part and picked my way around the backs of the cabins
looking for anything I might cover myself with, while
working my way towards the county road.  All the while I
could hear voices seemingly all around me as the girls went
about their normal activities.

Behind one of the cabins, I could see a clothesline with
clothes hanging from it.  In desperation I worked my way
nearer to it and seeing no one around grabbed a piece of
cloth from the rope, then retreated back into the shadows. 
When I was again in the darkness I examined what I had
gotten, it was a green Girl Scout Uniform dress!  Figuring
it was better than being nude, I started putting it on when
all of a sudden I was blinded by a flashlight.

"Well what DO we have here?" said a female voice from the
other side of the light.  "Stop right there you little
punk!"

In panic I started to run, but with the dress only partially
on I tripped and fell instead.  Ending up sprawled on the
ground, with the dress half way up my legs, but my torso and
privates on display.

Before I could do anything I was quickly lighted by ten or
twelve more flashlights surrounding me.  "Oh My God, It's a
Boy!" "Look he's all naked."  "He tried to steal a Dress!"
came voices of young girls from all around me.

"Get him up," came the voice of an older girl, sounding like
the original girl I'd heard.  Two girls grabbed either arm
and I was pulled to my feet, as I stood, the dress fell to
my ankles and flashlights were lighting every part of my
body.  One was still pointed into my eyes so I couldn't see
anything except shapes around me.

"Wowee would you look at that!" came from behind me, "He
must really be a bad boy, someone's beat him but good!"  I
didn't need to guess what they were looking at; it was my
still red and criss-crossed stripped rearend.  I lost all
control and just stood there crying.

"Bring him inside," said the 'voice of authority' and I was
roughly pulled forward, stumbling with the dress still
around my legs, towards the cabin some 25 yards away. 
Inside, I found myself faced with a girl about 16 or 17 (the
voice of authority) and a dozen girls 11 or 12 years old
some my size, most smaller.  As soon as we got into the
lights, they all started talking wildly about "their
captive," my battered backside, my little 'thingy' and what
to do with the thief.  I was placed standing in the middle
of the room, surrounded on all sides, held by both arms so I
couldn't even try to cover myself, with tears freely flowing
down my face.

I soon discovered that the counselor of the cabin of first
time campers had caught me.  She seated herself directly in
front of me and demanded an explanation while the girls
holding and surrounding me laughed and jeered about their
captive.

I stuttered and stammered, but couldn't get words to come
out.

"Well it is OBVIOUS that you have been a bad boy and that
SOMEONE has punished you and SOMEHOW you ended up here naked
and tried to STEAL a dress," demanded the Counselor, "So
Let's Have it or do we call the police?"

Afraid of what might happen if she called the police, the
story came out, about Janet spanking me on the beach, then
beating me again last night and being spanked again that
afternoon and left naked on the camp grounds.  I neglected
to include the stuff about the other two girls, slave stuff
or rules; making it seem like Janet was the only one
involved without giving her name.

"So you have been disrespectful to this young woman who has
punished you and left you in our care?  You have trespassed
on private property, indecently exposed yourself to these
young girls, and further aggravated your offenses by
attempting to steal a dress," she summarized.

"Yes…Yes Miss," was my weak response between sobs and tears.

"Well then, I think we can handle this without the police,
but your crimes MUST be punished!"  This brought cheers from
the assembled girls and giggles all around me.

"Knee on the floor, head down rear up," she ordered.  The
girls holding me quickly placed me in position.  "Tie his
hands," she then ordered and my hand were pulled together in
front and wrists tied together with rope.

"Now who's dress is this anyway?" she asked and inspection
by one of the girls determined that it belonged to a girl
named Ann.  "So here is the verdict, for trespassing on
private property you will be spanked 20 times, for indecent
exposure 5 spanks from each girl offended and for stealing
the dress, Ann gets to personally give you 25 more.  When we
are done, you get to keep the dress as a reminder of your
misbehavior.  I will buy Ann a new one, as this one has been
contaminated by a boy wearing it!"

Without any more discussion, one girl held onto my tied
hands, two more each took hold of an ankle and my legs were
pulled apart so that I was completely exposed, with my cock
and balls hanging down between my trembling legs.  The
counselor delivered the first 20 and by the end of them I
was balling loudly.  Then each girl in turn swatted me 5
times, some of them missed their aim and hit my balls with
their hand instead of my ass and I was screaming in pain,
then Ann got to deliver the final blows.  By then, I
couldn't feel individual blows anymore my entire backside
was one huge glowing slab of constant pain.

When done, I was pulled sobbing and blubbering to my feet. 
The dress was pulled up my body and buttoned into place but
was so short that it barely covered my butt.  One of the
girls decided that she would donate a pair of panties so
that I wouldn't offend anyone else and I quickly had a pair
of frilly white panties pulled up my legs.  They were too
small and very tight and in addition to crushing my balls,
held in the heat from my ass making it hurt even worse.

I was then escorted to the main gate by the Counselor and
two of the girls and with my hands still tied told to leave
and never come back unless I wanted to get it even worse. 
As I limped away, I heard the Counselor say "God what a
Wimp!" and all three of them laughed and giggled as they
returned into the camp.

I slowly made my way back to the marina cabins in the dark,
hiding every time a car came by.  At some where around half
way back, I managed to get my hands untied, and was then
able to gently rub my burning backside.  I adjusted the
panties so that my balls weren't being crushed so bad but
decided to leave them on to cover my nakedness.

It was almost 4:00a.m. when I finally snuck back into the
cabin.  My body was covered by sweat and my butt was still
on fire.  I filled the tub with cool water and climbed in
hoping it would lessen the pain, it helped.  It was almost
5:00 by the time I got to bed and the alarm went off at
6:30.  I had a full day's work to do on one and a half hours
sleep!  Ed got up when the alarm went off but I was afraid
to get out of bed, where he could see my still painful rear. 
So I stayed in bed until he left, knowing I would be late
for work.  Then got up and selected a pair of the cotton
panties to wear under my shorts.  I didn't want to take any
chance of getting another spanking for noi following Janet's
orders.

I was a half hour late when I reported to the marina and
promptly got chewed out by the boss, who then ordered me to
mow grass in the park that day.  God, riding a mower all day
with my ass still hurting, how was I going to get through
the day?

About 11:00 Susan stopped me on the mower and said Janet
wanted to see me in the bathhouse by the beach.  I went
there as ordered and as soon as I got inside was ordered to
drop my shorts for inspection.  All three girls were present
and laughed when they saw the little pink trimmed
"teddybear" cotton panties with my little cock clearly
outlined in the front, I was then ordered to turnaround and
lower the panties for an inspection.  As I lowered the
panties, it was obvious to all that I had received
additional spanking, as my ass was still hot and very red.

I then had to tell them the story of what happened after
they left, about being caught in the camp by the girls and
the additional spankings, then making my way back on foot
wearing the dress. 

"I hope you kept the dress," Janet observed, "You WILL be
wearing it again, and you have PAID for it…now back to work
little SCOUT."

Part 5

The next morning, Janet stopped me and told me to give her
the Girl Scout Uniform, I was glad to get rid of it because
I was worried my cabin mate Ed might see it, I delivered it
that afternoon.  For the next several days, I was only
subjected to daily "panty checks" where one of the girls
would stop me at random and check to make sure I was wearing
panties as ordered.  My next day off was coming up however,
and I was worried.

As I walked down to the docks that Wednesday morning, I
could only dread what the girls might have in store for me. 
The ordeal of the previous Wednesday was still fresh in my
mind and I trembled to even think of a repeat.

When I arrived at the dock, there were Missy and Susan the
same as before.  I got into the boat without comment and as
we pulled away from the docks Missy's voice from behind me
just said, "You know the drill."  So this time remaining on
the seat, I just skinned down my swimming trunks and dropped
them on the floor of the boat.  Susan setting in front of me
looked at my limp little dick and pointing to it said "I
want it hard."  So I set to work and in short order had it
hard for her.  There we were, two dressed girls and one nude
boy with a stiff dick casually proceeding down the lake as
before.

This time we passed the Girl Scout camp and proceeded to the
next bay, where I knew Missy's parents cabin was located, as
she turned into the bay we could see people on the docks and
Susan picked up my trunks and handed them back to me.  "You
better put these back on for now," she said as she looked at
the family standing on the dock.  When we got there I was
wearing my trunks but the front was plainly tented out from
my erection.

As we got out of the boat the lady standing on the dock was
clearly upset.  "Well I Never!  Why don't boys have ANY
control!  Did you see that!  And in the presence of two
INNOCENT young girls!"  I walked past her as fast as I
could, red faced and head down.  When we got to the
shoreline, both Missy and Susan who had been smirking
before, started laughing out loud, which just made the woman
even madder.

As we walked up the hill towards the cabin, Missy explained
that we were going to her place for the day, her parents
were gone and wouldn't be back until late that evening. 
Behind the cabin was a small tool shed and I was led into it
and told to strip.  Then Susan handed me a paper bag and
inside I found the Girl Scout Uniform.  "Put it on" she
ordered and as I drew it up my body and put my arms through
the sleeves, I realized that something was wrong. It had
been too small before for me to button the front completely,
so it looked like a deep Vee plunge neckline with my bare
chest showing through the opening. But now, it was even
shorter than before!  When I had worn it back last week it
came down to about 2" below my butt, now it's hem was about
an inch ABOVE my dick and only covered the top of my rear.

Seeing my realization, both girls giggled, "Oh isn't that
just adorable?" observed Missy.  "Janet hemmed it just
right," said Susan, "Now get it hard again."

When I was again stiff, I found that the bottom edge of the
skirt rubbed across the top of my dick providing constant
stimulation, well at least it wasn't going to be hard to
stay erect in this get up.  Each girl taking me by an arm, I
was lead to the cabin, as we approached the door, I could
hear voices from inside, giggles and laughter greeted me
from out of sight as we entered the kitchen and much to my
chagrin sitting in the living room was the Girl Scout
Counselor and three of the girls from the camp in addition
to Janet.

"Well there's our little Scout" Janet said loudly and all
eyes turned towards me in my undersized uniform with a hard-
on clearly sticking out the bottom.  Immediately the entire
room broke out in laughter and clapping.  "Oh isn't she
sweet!  Just the cutest little Girl Scout I've ever seen! 
She must just love my dress, cause her little thing is all
hard and sticking out."  I just stood there trembling with
my head down and tears welling up in my eyes from the
humiliation.

"Enough girls, our little scout needs to apologize to her
Counselor for lying last week," demanded Janet, "Isn't that
right little scout, you didn't tell her about Missy and
Susan, you made it sound like it was JUST you and me, DIDN'T
You?"

"Yes Miss Janet, I…I was wrong," I managed to choke out.

"Then you better start offering that apology RIGHT NOW!" she
ordered.

Not knowing exactly what was expected, I went over to the
Counselor and got on my knees in front of her and with my
hands clasp and head down, begged forgiveness for not
telling her everything.  She laughed through the whole thing
holding her stomach and had tears running down her cheeks
for laughing so hard, which made it even more embarrassing.

"What do you think Betty, was that good enough?" Janet
questioned the Counselor.

"Well, I must say it was SINCERE, but Girl Scouts are not
allowed to lie, it's a violation of the Girl Scout Oath, so
she will have to be punished," Betty responded.  "Over my
lap boy!" 

I quickly rose and with my whole body shaking placed myself
across her lap as ordered.  She grabbed me with one arm over
my back and around my waist and positioned me so that my
groin was sitting on top of her right thigh and my legs
dangling off to her right side.  Then flipped up what little
skirt was covering my backside and without warning started
spanking me HARD, I mean REALLY HARD.  Each blow drove my
stiff little dick into her leg and that hurt as much as the
stinging strikes to my butt.  I don't know how many times
she hit me but by the time it was over, I was crying like
and baby; pleas of 'that's enough' or 'I'll never do it
again' went unheard.  When she was finally done, she just
shoved me off onto the floor where I landed on my sore butt
with my dick pointed skywards.  All throughout, all of the
girls were cheering and clapping, laughing and telling her
to 'really let me have it."

"On your feet!" Janet ordered, "Over in the corner, face the
wall and hold that skirt up so everyone can see that sorry
little red ass of yours!"

So there I stood, red faced, red assed, crying in the
corner, in a room full of girls, at least four of whom were
younger than I was, wearing an undersized Girl Scout
uniform.  After what seemed like forever, I was told to turn
and face the group.  Tears were still flowing down my face
and my rear was still on fire from the spanking, and my cock
had also gone soft.

"It's not hard," said little Susan, "I want it hard."

"You heard her," Janet commanded.

Without saying anything, I just reached down and started
masturbating myself in front of the group, all of whom
thought this was the funniest thing they had ever seen. 
That only made it that much more difficult to achieve an
erection.  Once I finally managed to get stiff again, I was
told to go to the kitchen and serve the group ice tea and
cookies setting on the counter.

I returned with a tray of drinks and was made to curtsey
before each girl as I offered the tray.  All of the younger
ones took the opportunity to reach under my skirt and fondle
my privates as well as feel the heat radiating from my
burning butt.  Needless to say, I had no trouble staying
hard during this exercise.  Throughout the morning and early
afternoon, it was constant serving of the girls with drinks
and snacks with the eleven and twelve year-olds constantly
playing with my cock in particular but also exploring my
little balls sack.  Any time I was not serving, I had to
kneel in the center of the room, legs spread, keeping myself
hard for their amusement.

Later in the afternoon, Betty pointed out to Janet that she
and the girls had to be back at the Camp by dinnertime. 
"Well I guess it's time for the show then." Janet responded.

"Ok Runt, it's time for you to show these girls what a
pathetic little wimp you really are; stand over in front of
that wood burning stove and jack-off for them.  I want to
see if that little pencil dick and puny balls are even
capable of producing cum."

God how I really wanted to cum after being erect all day,
but NOT in front of all of these girls!  "Miss…Miss Janet,
I…I can't do THAT…Not…Not in front of them…"

"Why you little shit!" Janet screamed as she leapt up and
grabbing me by the hair, and threw me down on the floor,
then commenced beating my still sore ass with her bare hand. 
I just screamed and cried and pleaded but to no avail, then
she pulled me to my feet shoved me in front of the Franklin
stove and drove her knee into my balls, causing me double
over in pain.  Grabbing my hair again she slapped my face
several times and screamed at me that I would do it NOW or
she would permanently make me a girl.

She then leaned me back against the cast iron stove and
screamed "DO IT, DO IT NOW OR ILL'S CRUSH THOSE LITTLE BALLS
SO THEY NEVER WORK AGAIN!!!"

Beaten and scared to death, I grabbed my dick and started
pumping for all I was worth!

"That's better," Janet said in a more soothing voice, "use
only two fingers and your thumb, that cock is so small your
hand hides it otherwise.  Hold that skirt out of the way
with your left hand."

Quickly I shifted my grip to that demanded and with the
thumb on top and two fingers on the underside pumped my dick
as fast as I could.

Immediately all four of the younger girls clustered in front
of me, clapping and cheering, "Go, Go, Go, Cum, Cum, Cum,
Go, Go, Go…"  Meanwhile the older girls just stood back
laughing hard and loud as I furiously pumped away on my
cock.  It didn't take long until I was spraying cum from my
little equipment and this brought even louder cheers from
the young girls.  Exhausted, I dropped to my knees and was
pulled to the center of the room and placed on the floor
with my head down and ass up, knees spread wide.  All of the
younger girls took the opportunity to feel my now soft cock
and probe my balls, commenting on the difference between
when I had been hard and now.

Two of them felt the heat from my butt and one of them got
the idea to use an ice cube from her drink to rub over my
rear.  This elicited a moan from me and soon all four were
rubbing my backside with ice.  One trailed the cube down the
crack and before I realized what she was doing was pressing
in against my little rosebud.  As she pressed the ice
against my hole, it opened and the ice disappeared inside
followed by her finger tip, that got another moan from me. 
Without any discussion, the other girls started pressing ice
cubes and one after another was forced into my ass.  The
cold cubes inside pressing against my prostate caused an
almost immediate erection which was cause for excitement
that what they had done caused it to happen.  More and more
ice was shoved in and I was soon full and pleading with them
to stop.  All throughout the older girls were laughing so
hard they were almost choking, seeing my predicament.

Seeing the wall clock, Betty suddenly said, "That's enough
girls we have to go…"  With seemingly great disappointment
they gathered their things and thanked Janet, Missy and
Susan for a great afternoon of fun.  Unfortunately, they
said, this was their last week at camp so they would miss
any future fun.  One said something about how this had given
her some ideas as to how to deal with her 'snotty brother'
and two other immediately offered her their help.

After they had gone, Janet made me stand, "Well Runt you did
OK after your attitude was adjusted.  Missy and I have dates
tonight so Susan will take you back to the marina.  Leave
the dress in the tool shed; you may need it again.  Susan,
take him home…"

I could barely walk with my bowels full of now melting ice,
it felt like I needed to take a massive shit as I changed
into my trunks but the girls refused to let me use the
bathroom.  On the boat ride back Susan let me wear the
trunks all of the way.  But about half way to the marina, I
could feel fluid leak with a small fart.  By the time we got
back to the dock, all that ice had acted like suppositories
and I had thoroughly shit in my trunks.

Susan realized this as soon as the boat stopped and I
started to get up.  She could both smell it and see the big
brown stain in the back of my trunks.  All she said was,
"Well Poopy Pants, maybe next time you should be wearing
diapers…"

I left with my trunks drooping and tears flowing freely down
my face…

Part 6 Final

The rest of the summer was tame compared to those first two
weeks.  I was inspected daily with "panty checks" and spent
most days off somewhere around the lake nude with a constant
hard-on as I served the girls.  Sometimes tied to a tree or
other object and tickled with feathers.  Usually sometime
during the day I got a spanking.  Always seeming to end up
with me jacking off at the end.

One Wednesday I spent the day at Missy's parent's place,
being supervised by Susan and her two younger 10 year-old
twin sisters, basically being a live doll for them to play
with.  Wearing diapers and a horrid pink bonnet and being
forced to drink bottle after bottle of water or juice until
I peed in my diaper.  Then the two 10 year-olds got to
"change the baby".  Janet and Missy had disappeared early
that day and just left me to the younger girls.

The whole thing ended the week before Labor Day when Janet
and Missy were caught in bed by Missy's parents.  As I
indicated in one of the first posts, Janet was gay and they
were caught with Missy nude tied to the bed and Janet also
nude eating her out.  Needless to say the "Shit hit the
fan!"

Janet was immediately sent off somewhere by her parents for
"treatment." And Susan was sent home.  I don't know what
happened with Missy but she never came back to the marina
that summer.

For a thirteen year-old boy, the events of that summer were
devastating to say the least.  I couldn't look a girl in the
eyes for several years after that, even though no one knew
what really had happened.

I could never tell anyone about it.  It was just pure shame
and humiliation of the rawest type to me.  I had been
repeatedly beaten, humiliated and shamed by girls and to a
boy in the early 60's that was totally unheard of, because
even if it did happen to others, no one would ever admit it.

  
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