LBS2: Last Boy Standing Part 2 (multiple Fmfmgb/fmbg, extreme,
cbt, spank, mast, oral, anal, humil, nc)
by Nialos Leaning

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* * *


LBS: Last Boy Standing Part 2
by Nialos Leaning

Austin was the first to go before Judge Nichols.  Several other
families went into their hearings and exited before Austin made
his reappearance.  When the crying boy with a now firmly erect
dick returned to the waiting room, Tyler asked, "What did you
get?"

"Nudie Juvie for a week," Austin sobbed his answer. "And I have
to go to a spanking pavilion twice a day."

"That," said his dad, "should keep your bottom too sore for you
to run away.  Tell them what else you got."

"I'm in tomorrow's Last Boy Standing," sobbed the now more loudly
crying Austin.  "It was dad's idea, and mom agreed after the
judge talked to her."  

Glancing at a paper in her hand, Austin's mother commented,
"Well, at least he's above average in something."

"What's that?" asked his father.

"Says here that he's 5 feet 5 inches tall and weights 119
pounds."

"So?" prompted Austin's not yet understanding father.  

"For a thirteen-and-a-half year old, that puts him in the 72nd
percentile for height and 70th for weight."

"Too, bad, that it doesn't give the percentiles for these numbers
here," Austin's father pointed to a spot on the paper.

"I agree," said Austin's mother.  "I'd love to know that myself."

"Know what?" asked the crying and starting to blush Austin,
suspecting exactly what numbers his parents were talking about.

"The percentiles for your penis size," answered his mother.

"Mom, please," begged Austin, "that's private."

"Not anymore," responded his father, "as they do post those
numbers along with all your other measurements."

"Since they're to be public knowledge anyway," Austin mother
decided it was time to begin stepping up his embarrassment, "I
see no reason not to share them with everyone here." 

"No, don't" Austin pleaded, "it's too embarrassing."

"Better get used to it," said his father, "you'll going to be a
lot worse embarrassed by the time your sentence is up."

"Says here," pressed on Austin's mother before he could respond,
"that you're 3 and 1/8 inches long soft, 4 and 3/8 inches hard,
and your erect circumference is 3 and 1/2 inches for a diameter
of 1 and 1/8 inches."  

"Mom!" is all the exasperated blushing boy could manage to utter
in respond to his latest humiliation.

"Also says," Austin mother continued revealing his secrets, "that
you're a Tanner stage 3.  If I remember correctly, that means
you're about half way through puberty already."

"All right, time to be leaving," said Austin's father.  "We have
places to go, people to see."  

"What's a percentile?" the still sobbing Austin couldn't help
asking as he and his parents exited the room.  The just as
curious Freddy was disappointed not to be able to hear the
answer.

Next the two Nudie Juvie girls had their day in court, again. 
Exiting, the tear stained Lauren complained to her older sister,
"how can she put us in Last Boy Standing when we're not boys?"

"You heard her," replied Ashley, "we have to help our assigned
boy be the last one standing up on his feet and between his
legs."

"Yeah, but she said we would get some punishment, too," Lauren's
tears started afresh.

When the still red faced and now tearful Kyle emerged from his
appointment with justice, he without prompting notified the room,
"Nudie Juvie for five days, even when I'm back home."

"What about blow jobs when you're home?" asked Freddy.

"Don't have to do them at home if we stay in the county the rest
of the day and mom brings me back at least two more days,
answered Kyle.  "Do have to do them here."

"I'll make sure of it," said Kyle's mother, "and that we come
back two other days." 

"Man, that sucks," said Freddy after Kyle and his mother
departed.

"No, he's the one that'll be sucking," said Tyler.

"So will we," observed Freddy, "you heard what my dad said about
Nudie Juvies."  

When the two remaining girls returned from their date with the
judge, they were clothed no longer.  "Nudie Juvie will do you
both good," their mother told her twelve and ten year olds.

"No it won't" responded the older girl, tears rolling down her
face.  A face red with the shame of having to show the world  her
small still developing breasts and her pussy with its small bush
of hair.

"Yes it will, Jessica," opined her father.  "And maybe you'll
learn something useful helping out tomorrow at Last Boy
Standing."

"No we won't," said the younger girl, still very much a
prepubescent little girl, still without breast mounds and
hairless between the legs.

"Well, Danielle, we think otherwise," answered her father.   

"We talked to the judge about tomorrow," said their mother, "and
just so you know, we have no problem with what she told us.  Lets
put it this way, I hope neither of you were planning on being
virgins when you marry."

"The way kids are today," said their father, "they probably
wouldn't be anyway.  It's just going to happen sooner then we
hoped, but at least it'll be controlled and safe."

"But, somehow," added their mother, "I don't think they're going
to enjoy it too much."

"Of course not," agreed their father.  "It's in public, it's on
television, and it's part of a punishment."

Freddy, intrigued by what the girls' parents were implying would
happen tomorrow, was again frustrated and disappointed when the
conversation moved out of his hearing range.  What he had
overheard had again caused his dick to raise to full attention, a
drop of pre-cum coating the tip.  Tyler's much smaller cock was
likewise expectantly pointing skyward, his wet dickhead
glistering in the light.

The Rogers-Kershaw case was next on the docket.  It didn't take
long.  Judge Nichols noted for the record that she was a friend
of both families and that neither they nor their attorneys
objected to her handling the case.  Quickly, she ruled that by
being dressed in downtown Edwardsville, the boys had indeed
violated Benjamin county ordinance 17-769.  She ordered them to
serve seven days of Public Nude Juvenile Punishment, the formal
legal term for a Nudie Juvie sanction.

"Your honor," Mrs. Rogers informed her friend the judge, "we're
only in town for three days."

"That's not a problem," replied the judge.  "The boys can serve
the balance of their Nudie Juvie time when you move into the
county in a few weeks.  But, while you're back in Lakeland, even
at school, they'll to stay naked, be community property, and
observe certain Nudie Juvie rules that I'll specify."

"Won't that get us in trouble with the local authorities and the
school?" Mrs. Kershaw asked.     

"Not at all," came the reply from the bench.  "State law requires
that all jurisdictions enforce court orders from anywhere in the
state pertaining to Nudie Juvie programs.  If I order it,
Lakeland has no choice but to treat it as being legal and
ensuring it's obeyed, just as if their court had issued the
order."

"It's going to be interesting when we get back home," observed
Mrs. Rogers.

"We'll complete this hearing and decide on additional sanctions
after the boys have had their court physicals," declared Judge
Nichols.

"Physicals?" asked a surprised Mrs. Kershaw.

"Yes," explained Judge Nichols, "we have to make sure that
whatever I order is kept within their physical capability to
safely endure.  We want to cause serious pain and major
embarrassment, not serious injury."
  
* * * 

Five minutes after leaving the hearing, all three naked boys
stood in the middle of the courthouse's large medical exam room.

"Your shoes and socks need to come off now," demanded one of the
two male officers standing guard in the room."

"Do it!" snapped the other officer, feeling it best to establish
early that orders were to be immediately fully followed.     

"Now boys," said the female pediatrician once the boys were
barefooted, "I have to examine you so I can report to the judge
if there's any punishments she shouldn't give you.  First, we'll
do all the usual stuff your own doctor would do."

The usual stuff was exactly that, routine to all three boys. 
Taking blood pressure and pulse.  Listening to heart and lungs
with a stethoscope.  Palpitating abdomen and lower back.  Looking
in mouth, ears and nose.  Examining feet and toes.  Assessing
Tanner stage of pubertal development, or in Charlie's case, the
lack thereof.  Embarrassingly giving urine samples while standing
in the middle of the room in front of the doctor, her female lab
assistant, and two male court officers.

"Now," said the doctor, "my lab assistant will draw some blood
for testing.  Have a seat in these chairs."

The assistant, a pretty young college age woman, approached
Charlie.  Quickly, she swabbed his arm and located a likely draw
spot.  As she positioned the syringe, the frightened boy
hollered, "no, don't, I hate needles!"

"Now, now," chided the assistant, "calm down, this will only be a
little pinch."  She squeezed down on the plunger, the syringe
began filling, Charlie commenced screaming.

"Oversensitive to needle pricks," commented the doctor as she
scribbled some notes on her clipboard. Tyler and Freddy endured
their draws much more sedately, Tyler grunting once, Freddy
briefly grimacing.  "Okay boys, now to get your heights and
weights.  Tyler, up on the scale."        

Measuring and weighing Tyler, the doctor commented, "somewhat
small for your age, I see."                  

"I'm not that small," protested Tyler.

"Of course you are," replied the doctor.  "Charlie here is no
giant himself, but even though he's thirteen months younger, he's
looks to be about the same height and weight as you."

"My mom says everyone grows at their own pace, and I'll catch up
someday," countered Tyler.

"And she's right," the doctor amenably agreed.  "But just for the
heck of it, let's check your growth percentile.  It's one of the
measurements I have to report anyway."

Going to a computer in a corner of the room, she quickly called
up a program. "Ah yes, here we are," she said.  "At age 12 years
and 4 months, a boy who is 4 feet 9 inches tall and weights 80
pounds is at the 20th percentile for height and 18th for weight."

"What does percentile mean?" asked Freddy, seeing the chance to
finally get one of his questions answered.

"Basically, in Tyler's case," answered the doctor, "it means that
4 out of 5 boys his age are taller and heavier than him.  He's
probably the smallest boy in his class."

"Almost," admitted Tyler.  "Andy's just a little bit smaller than
me, but he just turned twelve last week."

"At your age, three or four months can make a big difference,"
said the doctor.  "Let me see what the average is for twelves." 
She punched in a few numbers.  "Ah, yes.  For boys 12 years and 4
months, like you Tyler, the 50th percentile, where half are
bigger and heavier and half smaller and lighter, is 93 and a half
pounds in weight and just a fraction of an inch under 5 feet in
height.  For 12 years and no months, like your friend Andy, it's
a fraction under 4 feet 11 inches and an ounce or two under 90
pounds."

"Hey," said the good at math Freddy, "that means Ty's height
isn't that far below average."

"That's true," said doctor.  "At your ages, even a quarter of an
inch or a few ounces can mean several percentile points
difference."   

"What about me, am I average?" asked the curious Charlie.

"Since I have to include it on your report, let's find out," said
the doctor.  "Okay, Charlie, 11 years and 3 months, 4 feet 9-1/4
inches, 82 pounds.  The magic machine says your percentiles are
49 and 48.  That's close enough to say you're average."

"Ha," gleefully gloated Charlie, "I'm average and Ty isn't."

"Yeah, but I'm smarter, tougher, and braver" countered Tyler.

"That remains to be seen," said the doctor, "especially if you
end up in Last Boy Standing."

"But if I'm so small for my age, Judge Judy won't put me in that,
will she?" hopefully asked Tyler.

"I'm no bigger, so if she doesn't put you in, she won't put me in
either," Charlie wishfully said.

"But, you're average for your age," Tyler somewhat illogically
observed.

"Size has nothing to do with it," informed the doctor.  "The
judge determines what she can and can't do based on my exam of
you, which we're get back to as soon as I have Freddy's numbers."

"Ah, I'm probably on the small size too," conjectured the just
turned teenager Freddy, knowing that many of his classmates were
bigger and heavier.

"Nope," soon came the answer.  "At 13 years 1 month, 5 feet 2
inches and 102 pounds your percentiles are 52 and 50.  You're
average."

"Oh," was Freddy's only reply.

Writing on her clipboard, the good doctor noted, "Tyler and
Charlie, your sizes and ages make you both a punishment level
two.  Freddy, you're level three, the top one."

"What do the levels mean?" asked a now nervous Freddy.  He just
knew that being the top level couldn't possibly be a good thing
for him.

"Oh, it tells us what we can do to give you lots and lots of
pain.  Things like what size and thickness needles we can stick
into you, how big an object we can shove up your butt holes, how
large a paddle or how thick a strap to use on you, how much we
can burn you, stuff like that."

"You can't do any of that to us," shouted the distressed Tyler,
his bravery deserting him again, "that kind of stuff will fucking
hurt us bad!"  In his distress he had again reverted to being a
foul mouth.

"Hurt you in like causing a whole lot of pain, yes it will," said
the doctor, ignoring for the moment Tyler's language.  "Hurt you
like in needing to go to the hospital, no it won't.  That's why
we do this exam; we want severe pain, not serious injury."

"That's what Judge Judy said, too," observed Charlie.   

"It's still not right," claimed Freddy, a terrible dread gripping
him.  The pit of his stomach was heaving.

"It's the law, and your parents agree with it," the pediatrician
sternly stated the facts of life in Benjamin County.  "Your
father, Tyler, is even in charge of the program."

"Well, it should be against the law," self righteously declared
Freddy, "it's not right." 

"It's not against the law; as I've said, it is the law," said the
doctor.  "Speaking of the law, now we can start the fun part of
the exam.  At least it'll be fun for me and them," the doctor
jested, pointing to the two male officers and the female lab
assistant.  

First came a very embarrassing genital exam.  "Tyler, Charlie,"
said the doctor, giving an impromptu anatomy lesson, "notice how
Freddy's scrotum unlike your's is rough textured and how it's
also darker."

"I do," said Tyler.

"Me, too," said Charlie.

"As you grow and go through puberty and your testicles get
bigger, you're start looking more like that also."

"Cool," said Charlie.  "I won't be a little boy down there
anymore."

"Happens to all boys, eventually they become men," confirmed the
doctor.  Stretching out Freddy's flaccid dick, she asked, "other
than being bigger, what's different between Freddy's penis and
your's?"

"His dickhead is pinker and the rest darker than ours," answered
Charlie.

"And when he's hard," observed Tyler, "one of his veins stick
out."

"Correct, both of you," the doctor concluded her lesson. "When
your older, you're probably also have a redder glans and darker
shaft.  You might also have one or more  veins stand out."

"What's a glans?" asked Charlie.

"It's your dickhead, stupid," Freddy simultaneously advised and
insulted his brother.

"Stop calling me stupid," Charlie hotly retorted to his brothers.

"Boys, boys," commanded the pediatrician, "stop bickering, we
have much to accomplish yet."

"Sorry," insincerely said Freddy.

"Sorry," much more sincerely said Charlie.

"Sorry," Tyler added his apology even though he hadn't been
involved in the dispute between the two brothers.

After finishing her feeling and prodding of the red faced boys'
now very much public parts, the doctor declared, "Now while
you're still soft I'll just measure the size of your penises and
testicles."

Quickly she had Tyler's flaccid penis laying flat against a metal
ruler, the leading edge pressed against his pubic area.  "Do they
show my dick size on the picture with my other measurements?"
asked the mortified Tyler.  He was aghast that what he already
knew, that his penis was small for his age, was about to become
part of a very public record.

"Yes they do," answered the doctor, well aware of the boy's
embarrassment.  "I'm afraid everyone's going to know that you're
only 15/16 of an inch long when soft."

"I bet there's babies with bigger ones," Charlie teased his best
fiend.  "Bet mine's bigger than that."

"We'll find that out when I measure you," responded the
pediatrician.

"Why do I have to be so small?" Tyler began crying.  "What's
wrong with me?"

"Nothing that I can see," answered the doctor, momentarily
reverting to her compassionate care giver role.  "You'll start to
grow, probably sometime soon."

"Yeah, and I'll probably still have the smallest dick of any boy
my age."

"I'm sure," replied the doctor, giving Tyler's penis a playful
tug, "that when you start growing, so will this little guy."

"I hope so," Tyler half muttered.

"Now for your erect measurements," said the doctor as she began
vigorously rubbing Tyler's dick.

"Hey," protested the blushing boy, "I can do that myself."

"I know you can, and in a little while you will," responded the
doctor as she continued masturbating him, "but the rule is that
as this is for the official record, I have to do it."

"I still think they should let us do it ourselves," Tyler stated
his protest at the procedure.

"Well they don't," answered the pediatrician, "and there's
nothing you can do about it.  Just like there's nothing you can
do about much of what's going to happen to you in the next few
days.  It's going to happen whether you like it or not."

"That sucks," was Tyler's only reply.   

"There we are," the doctor proceeded with her duties, "nice and
hard.  Now, let's see just how big this little fellow is," she
said as she placed Tyler's now erect dick onto the ruler.  "Looks
like you're the proud owner of an 1 and 3/8 inch long erection." 
Somehow, Tyler didn't feel so proud to be the possessor of such a
diminutive number. "Now to get your girth," the doctor moved
things along.

"Girth?" asked Freddy, his quest for knowledge undiminished.

"It's the thickness, actually the circumference, of his
erection," informed the doctor.  Using a thin short width cloth
tape measure, she announced her findings, "you're 1 and 11/16
inches thick."  Punching up some numbers on a calculated, she
added, "Or if you prefer, you have an erect diameter of 17/32 of
an inch, that's just a little bit more than an 1/2 inch and a bit
thinner than my little finger."
     
"Please," begged Tyler, terrified of the results of his
embarrassing dimensions being made known to his peers, "do you
have to let everyone know my sizes?" 

"Yes I do," replied the pediatrician, "it's the law.  Now, let's
measure your testicle size."  She held in her left hand a bead
with twelve various sized balls, with her right hand she gently
gripped Tyler's right testicle.

"What's that thing?" asked Freddy, unable to contain his
curiosity.

"It's called an orchidometer," answered the doctor.  "We use it
to measure testicle volume, that is, size."

"How?" asked Freddy.

"With one hand, I feel the size of one of the boy's testicles,
like this," the doctor answered, demonstrating the technique on
Tyler.  "With the other, I find the ball that feels closest to
the same size."  Quickly, starting in order from the smallest,
she fingered the balls on the beads, stopping at the fifth one. 
"Okay, Tyler, 6 milliliters, you're definitely Tanner stage 2."

"What's Tanner stage?" asked Freddy, his interest piqued at
hearing the term for the second time today.

"It's a measurement of how far into puberty kids are," replied
the pediatrician, once more her medical educator role.  "It's
named for the doctor that developed it, but these days it's often
called the sexual maturity rating."

"You said," Freddy's thirst for knowledge persisted, "that Ty was
stage 2.  I heard Austin's parents say he was stage 3.  What does
that mean?"

"It's how far along puberty you are," said the pediatrician. 
"Stage 1 means puberty hasn't started yet.  You're considered to
be in stage 2, the beginning of puberty, when your testicles have
grown to 4 milliliters.  Stages 3 and 4 mean you're continuing
through puberty, and 5 means you're just about finished."

"Thank you," replied Freddy.  "What stage do you think I'm at?"

"Won't know for sure until I do the measurements," responded the
doctor, "but from what I see of the size of your scrotum and the
amount of pubic hair you have, I'd guess you're a stage 3."

"What about me?" asked Charlie, eager to continue to out measure
Tyler.

"I don't even have to measure to tell that you're still stage 1,"
the doctor answered the somewhat disappointed Charlie.  "Okay,
Freddy, let's get your genital numbers."

It didn't take long for the doctor to determine Freddy's genital
measurements.  His penis measured in at exactly 2 inches soft, 3
inches hard, and a girth of 2 and 3/4 inches for a diameter of
7/8 of an inch.  His testicular volume was 8 milliliters.  The
doctor confirmed to all her earlier assessment that Freddy was
Tanner stage 3.

"All right, Charlie," the pediatrician told the youngest of the
three boys, "time to measure what you have down there."

"You said you didn't have to measure me," Charlie voiced his
protest at his pending humiliation.  He was scared to death that
the results would show his public property privates to be
embarrassingly smaller than Tyler's.

"I didn't say I didn't need to measure you," responded the
doctor.  "I merely said that without measuring you I already knew
you're stage 1."

"So why measure me, than?" Charlie asked.

"Because the law says I have to," answered the doctor.  
               
As with Freddy, it didn't take the doctor long to have her
numbers.  Charlie was relieved to learn that his penis was indeed
larger than Tyler's, soft, hard and in girth.  Only slightly
larger, but larger never the less at 1 and 1/32 inches soft, 1
and 1/2 inches erect, and a 9/16 inch diameter giving him a girth
of 1 nad 3/4 inches. 

"Now that those measurements are done," said the doctor, "it's
time to see how big your pee holes are.  Smallest first, so
Tyler, up you go onto my table." 

Thanks to the two court officers, much too soon for his liking
Tyler found himself securely attached to the exam table, flat on
his back.  Ankle restrains held his legs up high and widely
apart, giving unrestricted access to the blushing boy's' now
gaping open anus, his vulnerable genitals, and the soles of his
feet.

Holding a long slender "J" shaped rod in one hand, the doctor
grabbed Tyler's penis with the other.  "Think we'll start with
this size," she said, positioning the end of the rod at the tip
of the twelve year old boy's urethral opening.

"Please don't stick that in me," begged Tyler. "It's going to
hurt, I just know it is."

"Well, we'll just have to find out, won't we?" said the
determined pediatrician as she deftly inserted the sound into the
boy's urethra.  "There, how's that feel?"

"Kind of weird, but it only hurts a little bit," replied Tyler,
somewhat surprised at the lack of serious pain.

"That's because it's much too small for you," stated the doctor. 
"But before we see if two sizes up fits better, let's check if
you have any nasty germs in there."  On cue, the lab assistant
was holding Tyler's penis in one hand, in the other a small
plastic handled swab slightly smaller in diameter than the just
removed sound.  Deftly, she inserted the swab into his urethra
and rubbed it around.  Again Tyler grunted, somewhat surprised at
the procedure being only slightly discomforting.  
 
"Why are you doing that?" asked the curious and fascinated Freddy
as the assistant pulled the swab out of Tyler's penis.

"As I said," said the doctor, "we're checking for bad germs. 
When your penises are in other kids, we don't want you giving
them any infections now, do we?"

"Guess not," agreed Freddy.

"All right, Tyler, let's see if this one fits better," said the
pediatrician as she quickly inserted a larger sound into his
peehole, roughly scraping it up and down.

Tyler just as quickly shouted out his agony at the much sharper
pain, "Motherfucker, that hurts!"  His curses no longer had
anything to do with trying to be tough, rather they were an
involuntary reaction to his abject misery.

"Now, now," chided the doctor, "you need to watch your mouth,
you're already in enough trouble."

"I can't help it," sobbed the crying Tyler, "it fucking hurts
bad."

"You'll be hurting much worse by the time you finish being a
Nudie Juvie," advised the almost gleeful pediatrician, adding to
Tyler's ever growing terror of what was to come.  "Okay, we're
all done that test, and see, there isn't even any bleeding.  At
least not today, but I bet there is tomorrow if you end up in the
show.  That one you were screaming about was 1/8 inch, so I have
you down as 5/32 inch because potty mouths certainly deserve a
little something extra."

"Please, don't hurt me anymore," begged the crying Tyler.   

"It can't be helped," responded the doctor to the boy's pleas for
mercy.  "It's part of your required exam."

"Now, since I understand," the doctor stated her understanding,
"that there's a good possibility you three are going to be on
Last Boy Standing, I need to make sure your feet are capable of
being the last pair standing."  With that comment, she roughly
and forcibly ran a specially modified Wartenberg Pin Wheel over
the soles of Tyler's bound feet.  This nasty stainless steel
torture device was seven inches long.  The business end of the
handle contained a wheel studded with numerous very sharp quarter
inch long pins. 

"Ouch, ow, stop you fucking bitch," screamed Tyler, "that hurts!"
 
"It's supposed to," calmly replied the good doctor, "but it's not
even close to what your feet will feel if you end up in Last Boy
Standing.  And what did I tell you about your language?" She
emphasized this last point by pressing hard into the sole of
Tyler's left foot, causing pins to slightly penetrate the tender
skin. Several small trickles of blood immediately began oozing
from some of the tiny wounds on Tyler's foot.    

"Stop it, stop it, I can't fucking take anymore," Tyler cried out
his agony.

"I'll stop when you apologize and your foul language ceases,"
calmly replied the doctor as she continued her relentless
pressure on now his right foot.

Exerting even more pressure than on his left foot, she managed to
cause a few lightly bleeding scratches.  "Shit, shit, shit,"
moaned the crying Tyler, little knowing that his ordeal was just
beginning.

"That's it, I'm reporting your potty mouth to the judge," advised
the doctor.  "She doesn't take kindly to foul mouthed little
boys." 

"Sorry," Tyler finally muffled out a half-hearted apology.

"Too late for that," responded the doctor.  "Your feet pass with
flying colors by the way, so let's move on to these."  These were
his balls, to which she applied a solid squeeze.

"Stop, stop!" hollered the now in agony boy, "that fucking hurts
bad!"  Despite his resolve not to curse anymore, Tyler couldn't
help keeping the forbidden word from coming out.

Not commenting on his latest language, the doctor replied, "Not
as much as this."  With that, she picked up a wooden handle to
which was attached a firm blue rubber ball. She solidly whacked
Tyler's already aching balls with the blue ball.  He let out a
high pitched scream of utter distress.  "We use these little blue
balls to give naughty little boys like you a set of little blue
balls," she joked.

Freddy was shaking in place.  Poor Charlie was so terrified that
he pissed all over the floor.  The second time today he had peed
in front of others.  One of the court officers called for a
custodian to clean up the mess, Charlie wasn't the first boy in
the last few months to have involuntarily left a puddle on the
exam room floor.  "Don't you dare do that again," the other
officer warned the highly embarrassed red faced crying boy.

Continuing with Tyler, the doctor commented, "looks like your
balls have a chance of being the last ones standing, I'll so note
in my report."

The still sobbing Tyler could only mumble his acknowledgment.  As
much as this exam was hurting him, he couldn't even begin
fathoming how much more pain a special program like Last Boy
Standing could cause him.  Not only couldn't he fathom it, he
didn't want to.  Worse was the realization that not only did his
parents approve of these programs, his father was in charge of
them.  

"Now for the next to last bit," said the still professionally
acting  physician.  Snapping on a latex surgical glove, she
lubricated her small finger and shoved it up Tyler's asshole, up
to the top of her second knuckle.  She immediately began reaming
her finger in and out, coating Tyler's insides with lubricant.

"That's hurting me," Tyler sobbingly protested his latest
discomfort, "please take it out."  

"Okay," said the pediatrician, "finger out, as you asked."

"Thank you," murmured Tyler in short lived relief.

"But this goes in," said the doctor, holding in front of Tyler's
face another plastic handled swab, about half the diameter of her
little finger.  "Have to check for any nasty germs back there
also."  Again, the lab assistant was bedside to do the honors,
which to Tyler's relief didn't hurt at all.  A relief that was
very short lived as the doctor held up to his view a small
diameter three inch long rubber tube with a squeeze bulb at one
end.  "Now we put this in," she proclaimed.  And in it went,
renewing Tyler's moans of pain.  "Now, let's see how big we can
go, this might hurt a bit," the doctor warned her already hurting
patient.  As she squeezed the bulb, the tube inflated inside
Tyler.  After each squeeze, she tested resistance by sliding the
tube almost all the way out and then fully back in.  Squeeze and
slide, squeeze and slide, she repeated the cycle six times.  

"Motherfucker!" screamed Tyler at the sharp pain caused by the
sixth squeeze.

"There goes that potty mouth again," the pediatrician commented
as she pulled the tube out of the crying Tyler's bottom.  Once
she had the still inflated tube out, she picked up a plastic
rectangle with a series of various sized cut out holes.  She
began sticking the tube through the holes until she found the
proper fit.  "Good, looks like one inch is the magic number."

"One inch?" inquired a still slightly shaking Freddy.  Tyler was
in too much distress to pose any questions of his own. 

"Yes, one inch," answered the doctor.  "It's the maximum diameter
object that can be shoved up there.  Penis, finger, dildo, stick,
broom handle, whatever.  Basically, whatever size diameter the
tube is when it first meets strong resistance, I get to add some
to it, and that becomes your size.  For a level three boy your
size, I add 3/8 of an inch.  For level twos like Tyler and
Charlie, I add 1/4 of an inch." 

"That's too much," protested the still sobbing Tyler, finally
finding his voice.  "It's going to hurt too much.  That tube was
bad enough."

"Don't like that size?" asked the doctor.

"No, it's too big!" answered Tyler.

"Okay, if you don't like that size," responded the doctor, "I
think for a potty mouth like you we can go a little bigger, to 1
and 1/8 inch.  Any more complaints?"

"No ma'am," replied the shaken and defeated Tyler.    

"Okay, Tyler, we're going to let you off the table now.  Freddy,
your turn."

Freddy found his table time every bit as embarrassing and even
more discomforting as Tyler's.  He found especially embarrassing
the lab assistant's culture taking swabs, perhaps because of her
beauty and young age.  Like the younger boy, he couldn't help but
scream out his agony being induced by the various procedures.  He
couldn't decide what was more painful, his urethral measurement,
his anal stretching, his ball busting, or his foot scratching. 
They all hurt very badly, and this was only a test, not even the
real punishment.

But his testing was definitely more severe than Tyler.  The
doctor was convinced that as the oldest of the three Freddy was
the ringleader of the group and the most responsible for their
misbehavior.  She paid extra attention to his feet, bringing evan
more pressure to bear on the wheel than with Tyler.  While the
bleeding was still only relatively minor, it was still
considerably more than with Tyler.

"No more, no more!" screamed Freddy at a particularly vicious
swipe of the wheel, "it's too much!"

"Now, now," chided the doctor, "your feet look tough and well
used to me, I'm sure you can take much more.  You must do a lot
of running or something."

"He's on the track team at school," volunteered Charlie for his
brother, who was too preoccupied with crying and wailing to
respond himself.

"Good, than you should be able to stand this," said the doctor,
roughly running a small curette over first the boy's right foot, 
than his left.  As the stainless steel spoon shaped device edged
sharp fork like tines journeyed across his already abused feet
and toes, Freddy let loose with more high pitched screams.

"Your feet are fine, no reason to avoid punishing them," advised
the pediatrician as she finished tormenting that part of his
body.

His urethral exam produced some very vocal and very desperate
screams.  Using a larger sized sound than with Tyler, the doctor
actually scraped a small bit of flesh off the urethral wall.  

"Oh my God, you're killing me!" hollered the near hysterical
Freddy, the pain overwhelming him.

"No I'm not," said the doctor, "you're making why too much noise
for that to be the case, you'll very much alive, and will stay
that way.  Even though I'm sure there'll be more than one time in
the next week when you'll wish you weren't."  As she appraised
Freddy of this bad news, she extracted the sound, the hooked end
holding a small amount of tissue mixed with blood.

Freddy's anal exam was almost, but not quite, a relief as it was  
somewhat less painful than his foot and urethra exams.  Still a
very painful procedure, but definitely a notch or two less so. 
The pounding of his balls with the blue ball hammer was very
excruciating, eliciting many fresh screams.  Freddy found this
assault to be as bad as the attack on his feet, but not as bad as
having his peehole scraped and nicked. 

"Alright, Freddy, all done," the doctor finally put an end to the
sobbing boy's suffering.  Not surprisingly, the larger Freddy's
numbers were higher than Tyler's.  Considering Freddy the primary
culprit and leader of the trio, the doctor used her discretionary
authority to slightly add to his test indicated measurements. 
She declared his peehole capable of withstanding a 7/32 inch
diameter invasion and his butthole a 1-3/8 inch dildo.

Even though the doctor was much more gentle and considerate with
him than the older other two boys, Charlie was continuously
screaming and crying from the start to the finish of his exam. 
So much so that the doctor was concerned that her young patient
might render himself hoarse.  Fortunately, he didn't, but his
throat did join his feet, testicles, penis, and anus in being raw
and sore.  She decided not to increment Charlie's numbers,
realizing he likely was simply following the lead of the older
two boys.  She also believed that he was the one likely to have
the most difficult time coping with the upcoming ordeals. A
belief that her exam quickly confirmed.

Despite the doctor only using the smallest sounds in her kit and 
deliberately avoiding any scraping, Charlie kept up a continuous
stream of ear splitting screams.  "If you keep that noise up,
we'll all need earplugs," jested with Charlie in an effort to
calm him down a little.

"I can't help it," haltingly responded the wildly crying Charlie
between sobs, "you're hurting me bad."

"Your brother survived his exam, so did Tyler," replied the
pediatrician, "and so can you."

"No, I can't," shouted Charlie, his sobbing raising to new
heights. 

"Trust me, you will," the doctor encouraged her young charge, "I
haven't lost a patient in here yet and I'm not about to start
now."

Charlie's throat wrenching screeching didn't abate any during his
foot exam, even though the doctor avoided causing any  bleeding. 
"Come on," she mildly reprimanded the out of control eleven year
old, "your brother got through this part, and so will you."

"But, but," countered the wailing boy, "you hurt his feet real
bad, like me."

"Have to," acknowledged the doctor, "it's required for the exam. 
But Freddy's feet could take it, just like your's can."     

"But," the still sobbing Charlie replied, "his feet are way
bigger than mine."

"True," answered the doctor.  "But yours are bigger than Tyler's,
and his managed to come through it.  Your's will too, you'll
see."

"No they won't," wailed Charlie in desperate reply.

"Guess what," responded the doctor, "they just did, we're done
with them.  Now to test your balls."  Deftly she squeezed the
preteen's small scrotum.  The pressure was sufficient enough to
induce new screams of distress from Charlie, but noticeably not
as forceful as with the other two boys.  Deciding to give the
again agitated Charlie a small break, she elected not to use the
blue ball hammer on his testicles.

Charlie' anal exam, while painful, was definitely less stringent
than Freddy's and Tyler's.  The vociferousness of his screams had
somewhat decreased, partly from the rawness of his throat, partly
from the sheer exhaustion caused by his ordeals.      

"All done," the pediatrician advised the still loudly crying
Charlie, "and see, you did make it."  Not surprisingly
considering the doctor's less harsh treatment of Charlie, he had
the lowest measurements of the trio, 1/8 inch urethral and 1 inch
anal.

"Okay, boys, over here, please," the pediatrician instructed her
three charges.  She quickly poured and placed on the table three
glasses of water.  Next she handed each boy a small clear packet,
each containing two pills, one brown in color, the other green. 
"I need you to take these pills, you're being taking each two
times a day till your Nudie Juvie time is up."

"What are they?" asked the suspicious Freddy.

"Oh, just something to help keep all three of you erect and to
help you older two make more semen."

"You can't give us these," emphatically stated Freddy.

"Why not?" asked the doctor.

"I've been with my dad at the vitamin store when he's bought
supplements that do that."

"Probably some of the same things we have in these pills, so
what?" asked the doctor.

"I wanted to know what they were for," answered Freddy, "so I
read the labels when dad wasn't looking.  It says right on them
not for use by persons under eighteen."

"But I'm a doctor," said the pediatrician, "and doctors can give
their patients whatever medicine they think best.  Sometimes we
prescribe kids drugs that haven't been specifically approved for
them, as long as they haven't been disapproved.  And besides, the
doses of everything in these pills are less than what adults
take."

"What else is in the pills?" inquired Tyler.

"Well there's a small amount of a fairly new drug to treat
Parkinson's Disease that also seems to help men get erect again
much sooner after an orgasm and to have more orgasms in a shorter
period of time.  There's also various ingredients in the pills to
improve blood flow to your penises.  That could help make your
erections be harder, stronger and last longer.  After all, the
rules say you have to be erect as much as possible.  That's why
there's also small doses of several of the prescription medicines
we use for men having trouble getting erections."

"None of that stuff will make us be hard," knowingly declared
Freddy.

"How do you know that?" asked the bemused doctor.

"I looked up on the Internet," answered Freddy.  "I found a
doctor's site that said the pills by themselves don't make you
have a boner or make you keep one."

"That's true," admitted the doctor.  "The man still has to be
sexually aroused somehow to erection, but the pills makes that
easier to do.  And once erect, the "ED" pills as they're called
will cause the erection to be harder and last longer, just like
we're trying to do with you.  But yes, you're right, once the man
climaxes, or cums as you'd say, his erection will oftentimes go
away.  But, especially if some time passes, many men can be
stimulated to another erection.  And as I said, one of the drugs
we're giving you will help keep that time shorter."

"So, if it won't make us stay hard all the time, why give us
them?" Freddy persisted in his quest for understanding.

"Because, with kids your age, the effects of the pills will
likely leave you hard much more often than not," explained the
doctor.

"How?" asked Freddy, not yet satisfied with the explanation.

"In normal circumstances it doesn't take much to get most young
boys your ages erect," responded the pediatrician.  "The pills
are going to make you much more sensitive and responsive to
stimulation than usual.  There's a good chance that even slight
breezes or light touches will cause you to become hard.  And like
I said, you'll probably stay erect longer."

"What if the pills don't work on us?" Freddy posed another
question.

"Well," replied the doctor, "there are drugs we can inject
directly into the penis to cause long lasting erections.  And
drugs we can inject into the testicles to increase semen
production.   But, you don't want us to have to do either of
those, they're very painful processes.  My advise is to take your
pills and do everything you can to be erect as often and as long
as possible."  The doctor saw no reason to inform the boys that
under no circumstances would such injections be permitted by the
court.  Or conversely that the court would permit the piercing of
their penises and scrotums by various sized pins and needles. 
Omitting the first mention added to the boys motivation to be
erect and climaxing as much as possible; omitting the second
would add to their dread and uncertainly when the first large
sharps were positioned near their genitals.

"But, what about what the commercials say about boners lasting
longer than four hours being a medical emergency?" persisted
Freddy, determined to find a way out of at least some of his
upcoming public humiliations.

"Even with the pills," the doctor shot down Freddy's last hope,
"our experience has shown that you'll still go soft from time to
time, even if not for very long.  But, You'll be soft often
enough for there not to be any problems."

"Thank you," said Freddy, unhappy about all he'd just been told.

"You're welcome," said the doctor.  "Now take your pills."
Somewhat reluctantly, anticipating the likely humiliatingly
embarrassing results, all three boys did as instructed. 

Pills swallowed, the doctor next ordered all the three boys to
begin masturbating.

"Why?" Tyler demanded to know, indignant at this latest indignity
to his modesty, all pretense of bravery again gone.

"Yeah, why?" echoed the frightened and trembling Charlie.

"Please, no, don't make us," was Freddy's more cogent plea.

"Boys, do as you're told," demanded one of the officers, "now!"

As the boys sheepishly began their humiliating task, the doctor
decided to explain.  "We have to make sure that everything works
down there."

"Why?" grunted Freddy, "you already know it does, we've been
jerked off already today."

"The rules say I have to see for myself," answered the doctor. 
"It's important the court knows that if you end up on a show like
Last Boy Standing that what you have between your legs actually
has a chance of being the last one standing."

As in the parking lot, it didn't take long for all three boys to
reach their shuddering climaxes.  As before, Charlie was dry,
Tyler clear coated his dickhead, and Freddy whitened his belly.

"Very good," observed the doctor.

* * * 

"Boys," ordered Judge Nichols, "stand in front of my desk and
face your parents."  Quickly, all three boys did so, their boners
pointing upward.  Apparently, the doctor's predictions were
correct, all three had now been continuously erect for a little
over ten minutes, despite their very recent climaxes in the exam
room.    

"Mothers," Judge Nichols next commanded, "please step forward and
stand in front of your sons."  The mothers did so.  "It's time
you took your sons in hand, literally.  Please start masturbating
them.  Mrs. Kershaw, you can do Charlie first."

"Could I pass," asked Mrs. Kershaw, "this makes me very
uncomfortable."

"Me too," said Mrs. Rogers. "Not the sex part itself, but my
doing it to him."

"I know it makes you uncomfortable," responded Judge Nichols,
"but it's necessary.  One of the problems that's been encountered
in Nudie Juvie programs elsewhere has been parental reluctance to
be actively involved in the more intimate aspects of the program. 
Too many parents avoid handling their children's privates, some
even avoid observing others doing so."

"Your honor," said Mr. Kershaw, "as the boys' attorney, I'm
inquiring as to why such understandable reluctance by parents is
a problem?"

"For several reasons, counselor," answered Judge Nichols.  "It
tends to send a message that the parents aren't supportive of the
program and the court's orders, that they don't take it
seriously.  Intimate sexual contact by parents, and siblings for
that matter, greatly increases the embarrassment and humiliation
aspects of the program, thereby enhancing the long term benefits. 
And such contact tends to strengthen the parent-child bond, which
brings both closer together and helps lessens the frequency and
severity of future misbehavior."

"As a therapist, that all makes sense to me," affirmed Mr.
Rogers.

"To me also," said Mrs. Rogers as she began rubbing the blushing
Tyler's dick.  "Besides, when in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"Sounds reasonable to me, also" declared the now less reluctant
Mrs. Kershaw as she began jerking off Charlie.

"The rule in this county," declared Judge Nichols, "is that when
a child is Nudie Juvie, each parent must have intimate contact
with that child's genitals at least three times a day.  All three
contacts must result in the child's arousal, and at least one
must cause the child to reach orgasm.  Any objections, Mr.
Kershaw?"

"No your honor," answered Mr. Kershaw, "the court's reasoning
seems very well thought out to me."

"I'm ordering," continued Judge Nichols, "that this particular
rule also be observed during the boys time back home in
Lakeland."

"Shouldn't be a problem," ventured Mr. Rogers, "since they have
to be naked all that time anyway."

"Thank you Mr. Rogers," replied the judge.  "And thank you for
your many fine suggestions over the past week you've been with
us."

"You're welcome," replied the slightly embarrassed Mr. Rogers. 

"Since joining the court," Judge Nichols continued her praise,
"Mr. Rogers has drawn on his expertise as a child psychologist to
make many wonderful recommendations to this court, especially on
ways to increase embarrassment and humiliation.  We're adopting
many of them, my next order is one of them that now applies to
all Nudie Juvie kids." 

The close to cumming Tyler couldn't help wondering what frightful
torment his father had dreamt up.  He didn't have long to wait. 

"Boys, pay attention," said the judge, "this is very important. 
Every time you have an orgasm, no matter where you are or who's
about, you'll to loudly shout out 'I'm cumming.'  No exceptions,
do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am," said Charlie immediately followed by a loud, "I'm
cumming!" as he shuddered in an embarrassingly intense dry
orgasm.

Charlie was still dancing about when a very embarrassed Tyler
shouted out his own, "I'm cumming!"  This time, in addition to
coating his own dick, he painted his mother's hand with his clear
sticky fluid.

"Glad to see you both complied," commented the judge.  "The
penalty for each time you fail to announce a cum is a public
spanking.  Your parents or teachers can give these anywhere they
want, or when you're in this county, they can opt to take or send
you to one of our spanking pavilions.  Is that clear?"

After all three boys affirmed their understanding, Judge Nichols
directed Mrs. Kershaw to begin masturbating Freddy.

"Next condition," the judge continued her sanctioning, "until
you've served all your Nudie Juvie time, you're to receive a
public spanking every day.  When in Benjamin County, this must be
at a spanking pavilion.  When in Lakeland, they can be in any
public place your parents' so choose.  These mandatory spankings
are in addition to any other spankings your parents or teachers
decide you deserve and in addition to penalty spankings for
breaking rules like not announcing your orgasms."

"I'm cumming!" a very red faced Freddy loudly proclaimed to the
courtroom just as the judge finished announcing her spanking
sanctions.  Once more he painted a floor white, as well as for
the first but not last time his mom's hand.

"Another very important rule," continued Judge Nichols, "is that
you must be in public as much as possible and erect as often and
as long as you can."

"To clarify," asked Mr. Kershaw, "what's considered in public?"

"Technically, under the rules it's anyplace where at least two
dressed people can see them.  That  does include at home and at
other people's houses.  However, the rules also require that at
least six hours a day be out in the community, such as at school,
the mall, a park, or playing in the neighborhood." 

"Thank you," replied Mr. Kershaw.

"If you don't spend enough time in public, or you're not erect
much more often than not, you'll get extra punishment," warned
the judge.  "Among other things, that can include additional
public spankings and more Nudie Juvie time."

"What do you consider not being erect enough?" asked Mr. Kershaw
for the benefit of his young clients.  As far as he was
concerned, it would serve the boys right to have to always be
hard whenever not sleeping.

"The rule is," explained the judge, "erect at least sixty percent
of the time in any three hour period.  We don't require you to
actually keep a written time record, simply use your judgement if
they're in compliance or not.  If the police feel they're in
violation, they'll report it to me for further punishment.  If
you catch them, you can either report it to me, or if you want,
you can impose your own punishment as long as you notify the
clerk's office afterwards."  

"We and the girls will make sure they stay in compliance,"
declared Mrs. Rogers. 

"Thank you," said Judge Nichols.

"You're welcome," replied Mrs. Rogers.

"The law requires," the judge continued piling on the
humiliations, "that all Nudie Juvies must while in a public place
and in full view of at least five clothed persons masturbate or
be masturbated to orgasm at least two times a day.  As with other
rules, violation of this means additional punishment."

"We'll make sure they comply," Mrs. Kershaw assured Judge
Nichols.

"Next rule," said the judge, "engaging in oral sex with other
children is mandatory for all Nudie Juvie boys.  At least two
times a day, you have to do another child until he or she reaches
orgasm, and at least twice a day you must receive oral sex from
another child until you reach orgasm.  Giver's mouth must stay on
receiver's genitals until receiver has finished their orgasm.  No
spitting out any cum, either, you have to swallow."

"I see a problem with this," said Mr. Kershaw.

"What's that?" asked Judge Nichols.

"How are they supposed to announce they're cumming if their
mouths are on another kid' genitals?" queried Mr. Kershaw.

"When they're giving another child oral sex, that'll be an
exception to the announce all cums rule," replied the judge.  "To
continue, you can only give and receive oral sex with kids
between the ages of 6 and 15.  No matter how many times they've
already gave or received that day, Nudie Juvie boys must always
perform orally with any Nudie Juvie boy who asks."

"Why is that?", asked Mr. Bradley on behalf of his co-counsel and
young clients.  With the hiring of Mr. Kershaw, his firm planned
to make representing juvenile status offenders and children
requiring supervision one of their specialities.   

"So every boy has a fair chance of complying," answered Judge
Nichols.  "At any given time there aren't that many Nudie Juvie
boys, right now including these three there's only twenty-three
in the entire county.  There's also nine girls." 

"Thank you," said Mr. Bradley.

The judge continued her instructions, "Parents and others in
charge of either Nudie Juvie girls or community property boys can
order them to do oral sex with you as either giver, receiver, or
both but only if you or your parents or teachers ask.  You can
also have oral sex with any other child within the 6 to 15 age
range, provided they and their parent or other person in charge
of them agrees.  Finally, each day, at least half of the kids you
do and at least half who do you must be boys.  Each violation of
any part of this rule means a public spanking, increases by one
the number of required times a day you must do oral sex, and
might mean more Nudie Juvie time and possibly being put in a
special program."
  
"This will definitely be a problem in Lakeland," predicted Mrs.
Rogers.

"Not really," said Judge Nichols, "as I'm suspending the oral sex
rule when you're in Lakeland.  But, in case while you're back
home you do wish to have the boys practice their technique on
each other, I'll write an order permitting but not requiring you
do so."

"What's oral sex?" asked Charlie, "and what does giving and
receiving mean?"  He had a vague idea, but wanted to make certain
he clearly understood.  He wasn't looking to get into any more
trouble.

"I'll explain afterwards," said Mr. Kershaw to his son.

"Next," said Judge Nichols, "I see from the doctor's report the
fuss you three, especially you Tyler, made about her anal exam. 
Therefore, I'm ordering that each of you undergo  anal
penetration with either dildo, butt plug, or another boy's penis
at least once a day.  Like with oral sex, the other boy must be
between six and fifteen.  If he's Nudie Juvie or community
property, his parent or other person in charge can order him to
do so, even if he doesn't want to.  For all other boys, this can
be done only if both he and his parent or person in charge
agrees.  Any penetration must last at least until you cum.  If
another boy's penis is inserted, he also must cum before the
penetration can stop.  Anything inserted can not be larger than
the doctor determined, and can not be more than 1/4 inch smaller,
except for penises.  Parents, please try to use dildos and butt
plugs as close to maximum size as you can.  This order does apply
while you're in Lakeland, as it should be easy enough to
accomplish in your homes.  Any questions?"

"No your honor," said Mr. Kershaw.

"Fathers," ordered Judge Nichols, "it's your turn.  Begin
masturbating your sons."  The two fathers did so, Mr. Rogers
doing Tyler, Mr. Kershaw doing Charlie. 
   
"Finally, boys," said Judge Nichols, "I've carefully considered
your parents statements about how serious they consider this
matter, your behaviors the past few months, and your generally
poor attitudes."

"I'm cumming!" Tyler and Charlie almost in unison interrupted the
judge.  When the red faced Charlie finished his latest cum dance,
Mr. Kershaw immediately began jerking off Freddy's much larger
dick. 

"I concur with your parents recommendations," resumed the judge,
"that all three of you will benefit greatly from being in a
special program.  Therefore, I'm placing all three of you into
tomorrow afternoon's Last Boy Standing show."  The judge then
spent several minutes discussing with the parents the details of
her various orders.

"I'm cumming!" Freddy's shout concluded the hearing as the judge
concluded her instructions to the parents. 

* * *

"I don't want a spanking," a crying Charlie complained as the two
families walked the three blocks to the nearest spanking
pavilion.  By parental order, all three naked red faced boys were
busily jerking themselves off. 

"That's too bad," responded Mrs. Kershaw, "you're getting one
anyway, like it or not."

"We have to obey the judge," observed Mrs. Rogers.  "Besides, you
three had this coming for a long time."

"But," Freddy added his protest while continuing rubbing his
starting to be sore dick, "I thought you shrinks didn't believe
in hitting kids."

"Well, some of us shrinks as you called us, are beginning to
think differently," said Mrs. Rogers.

"Why?" asked Tyler, joining into the fray without letting up on
his slow massage of his already slightly sore dick, "I heard on
the news that spanking kids will make them more anxious and
aggressive."

"Yes, it can do that," agreed Mr. Rogers.  "But when spankings
and other pain punishments are appropriately used and properly
controlled, they've proven very effective at modifying and
limiting bad behavior."

"It's a case of the good effects outweighing the bad effects,"
said Mrs. Rogers.

"And," added Mr. Rogers, "we have ways to redirect those bad
effects into becoming beneficial."

"After all," noted Mrs. Rogers, "parents have spanked for
thousands of years now, and somehow society seems to have managed
to survive quite well, with many well adjusted adults.  Even
those who were spanked as kids, as you three are about to be."

"What about all this other people touching our privates?" asked
Tyler  "They taught us in school that doing that was wrong ans we
should report it."

"Yeah," agreed Charlie, his small hand working his little dick,
"our privates are supposed to be private."

"Except," commented Mr. Kershaw, "you don't have privates
anymore, they're now publics."

"Your school is generally right," Mr. Rogers amicably agreed with
the boys.  "At least when they're talking about any touching or
sex forced on you against your will by anyone or any sexual
contact with adults."

"We don't want anyone touching us there," emphatically declared
Freddy.  "And you adults were jerking us off.  Why are you
allowing and doing this if it's so bad for us?"

"Because," patiently explained Mr. Rogers, "just like with
spankings, when used in a supervised manner as a punishment,
there can be much more good than harm."

"And," Mrs Rogers finished the discussion, "as with spankings, we
have ways of turning the bad into good."
             
* * *

The boys could hear the screaming and crying before they were in
sight of the pavilion.  It was taking all of the sobbing and
shaking Charlie's efforts to avoid once again peeing himself
despite his impending orgasm.  Freddy's legs were going rubbery
on him, partly from the cum about to explode from, partly from
the fear.  The no longer brave Tyler was deadly afraid that he
was about to both defecate and orgasm.  Fortunately, all three
made it to the pavilion without embarrassing themselves beyond
the embarrassment of their public nudity and hard dicks. 
Unfortunately, just as they entered, all three reached orgasm one
immediately after the other.

"I'm cumming!" rang out Charlie's shaking voice, gaining the
attention of the crowd a shis body was once again wracked by a
dry orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" Tyler echoed his own embarrassment as again clear
fluid squirted onto his hand.

"I'm cumming!" Freddy made it unanimous as several globs of white
shot his dick onto the ground.   

"Good, you all remembered the rules," commented Mr. Rogers.   

"And remember," Mrs. Rogers added to the boys' misery, "you have
to do that again sometime today." 

"Let's get them signed in, shall we?" asked mr. Rogers.

As the families Rogers and Kershaw proceeded toward the check in
table, they spotted a crying Austin, his bare bottom a brilliant
red, standing on a small round platform on the side of the
pavilion.  Other spanked red bottomed boys and girls of various
ages were on other platforms, a steady parade of onlookers
examining both their front and back sides.

The table was near the stage that contained the spanking
machines.  Standing near that stage, a sobbing Kyle was waiting
his turn with the machine wielded straps.  Straps that were
currently tearing up the behinds of the four Nudie Juvie girls
that had been in court that afternoon.  Secured by hand and foot
restraints, bent over a bar with their legs widely spread, the
girls could do nothing but endure their ever worsening suffering. 
Their shrieking grew louder and louder as the straps descended
again and again onto their already sore and painfully hot
behinds.  Straps that were somewhat thicker for the two older
girls than the two younger.  The shrieks grew to ear splitting
intensity when in unison the straps would occasionally strike
each of the four girls' wide open pussies.  The shrieks were only
a little less intense when the strap tips found their way into
the girls' gaping assholes.  In all, they took thirty blows, the
younger two getting two each on their vaginas and their anuses,
the older two receiving one more in each very tender and now very
sore spot.           

"While we're here," commented Mrs. Rogers, "we might as well see
what we can do about getting at least one of their blow jobs out
of the way."

"I really don't want Freddy and Charlie doing each other," said
Mrs. Kershaw.

"Why not?" asked Mr. Rogers.  "You heard what Judy said about
sibling contact adding to the embarrassment and humiliation. 
It's my professional opinion that she's right, especially when
it's in public." 

"It's not that," responded Mrs. Kershaw.  "It's the difference in
their sizes down there, and that I don't think it's fair that
only one can shoot into the other's mouth."

"Well, Charlie could always do Tyler," observed Mr. Kershaw.
"Their dicks are very close in size."

"That's fine with us," said Mrs. Rogers.

"But," objected Mrs. Kershaw, "Ty can spurt, Charlie can't."

"Honey," replied Mr. Kershaw, "you're going to have to accept
that in this situation things aren't always going to be as even
or fair as you want."

"I have a partial solution," said Kyle's mother, having overheard
part of the conversation.  "Since he's Nudie Juvie, Kyle has to
do oral also.  So why don't we let him and Freddy do each other,
they're both shooters."

"Perfect," said Mrs. Kershaw.  "But that still leaves Charlie and
Tyler."

"No problem," said a father ushering his two naked red banded red
bottomed crying sons over.  "Use these two, they haven't gone
once yet today."

"Thank you," said Mrs. Kershaw.

"Yes, thank you," said Mrs. Rogers.

"This one," said the man, pointing to his blushing eldest, "is
Thomas.  Tommy's twelve and as I found out today dribbles a
little bit of cum when he comes."  Tommy's dick was just a little
bigger than Charlie's, his balls somewhat smaller than Tyler's. 
He had a few sparse strands of pubic hair decorating his groin.

"Nice to meet you, Tommy," said Megan as she grabbed hold of the
boy's erect cock.  As he was wearing a red Nudie Juvie band, she
knew that her fondling was perfectly permissible and within the
rules.  She was definitely now liking the idea of moving here, as
long as she could herself avoid the spanking pavilion or being
made Nudie Juvie.

"And this one," the man indicated his youngest, "is Gregory. 
Greg's ten and still very much dry."

"Hi, Greg," said Sarah as she attacked his definitely little boy
sized genitals.

"Hey, give me a turn, too," demanded Valerie. "Friends share, you
know."

"Don't recall seeing you at court this afternoon," commented Mr.
Rogers.

"No, we were there this morning dealing with these two little
delinquents."

"Oh?" inquired Mr. Kershaw.

"The other day they were caught trying to steal some comic
books."

"But," questioned a Freddy apprehensive about his upcoming oral
performance and hoping to stall as long as possible, "If they
were naked like they'd supposed to be, where could they hide the
books?"

"They were on the way home from school," answered the man, "and
so had their backpacks.  Can you imagine, all they're wearing are
shoes, socks and a backpack and they try to shoplift?"

"I thought," said Charlie, "that the cops said that kids
shoplifting didn't happen anymore around here."

"No, stupid," Freddy corrected his brother, glad for the  further
delay, "they said it happened less often, not that it didn't
happen at all."

"I'm not stupid, stop calling me that!" Charlie hotly shouted at
his brother.

"Yes you are, numb nuts," responded Freddy, momentarily
forgetting his predicament and his parents presence, "you're
always saying dumb things."

"Freddy," scolded his now angry but under control mother, "you
apologize to your brother right now."

"Sorry, Charlie," Freddy immediately attempted to appease his
father and his brother.  He didn't want to be in any more hot
water than he already was.  "Sorry, dad," he added for good
measure.

"You will be, if you don't stop your constant insulting of your
brother," warned Mr. Kershaw.  "Either it stops at once or when
we move here you'll going to be spending an awful lot of time
making trips to spanking pavilions and being community property. 
Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

"Yes, dad," replied the shaken Freddy.  He didn't know what had
happened to his parents, a month ago they would had respected his
wishes not to be naked in public.  A month ago, spanking wouldn't
had been an option.  A month ago they'd had told him to stop
teasing his brother, but not do anything more about it.  Now they
wanted him parading around naked all the time.  Worse, they were
prepared to let his butt be toasted raw every day of the week and
to let his no longer private privates be mauled by every kid and
half the adults in town.

"So," said Mr. Rogers, now that the commotion between the Kershaw
brothers had settled down, "I take it Tommy and Greg ended up
Nudie Juvie for their attempted larceny?"

"Yes, replied the man, "but only because I insisted yesterday
that we go to court.  My wife and I won't tolerate stealing or
any other illegal conduct by these two.  Because they're first
timers, all intake wanted to do was make them community property
for three days, give them five hours of community service, and
send them to shoplifters class."

"Seems severe enough to me," said Mrs. Kershaw, "considering the
comics probably were only worth a few dollars and it was their
first time.  Sounds more like simple childish immaturity to me
than deliberate criminal behavior."

"I agree it was mostly childish,"  agreed the man, "but as I said
we won't tolerate such illegal behavior from our boys.  They know
better than that.  Fortunately, this morning Judge Nichols saw it
our way and made them Nudie Juvies for five days plus sending
them to the shoplifter's class.  Nip it in the bud, as she said." 
  

"Speaking of nipping," said Mrs. Rogers, "it's past time these
boys begin sucking each other off."

"Yes it is," agreed Mrs. Kershaw.

"I agree," agreed Kyle's mother.

"Me, too," said Tommy and Greg's father. 

Quickly the boys were laying on the grassy ground in sixty-nine
position.  They were surrounded by a circle of spectators. 
Freddy was teamed with Kyle, Tyler with Tommy, and Charlie with
Greg.

"What are you waiting for boys?" demanded Mr. Rogers, "Get those
dicks in your mouths now."  Reluctantly, six mouths engulfed six
penises.  Tyler immediately withdrew from Tommy, a disgusted look
on his face. "Tyler," shouted his dad loud enough to be heard
half way down the street, "get that dick back in your mouth!" 
Scared to disobey this edict, Tyler again slid Tommy's hard prick
past his lips onto his tongue.

"Now," commanded Mrs. Rogers, "all of you keep licking and
sucking till all of you have cum.  We'll tell you when to stop."

"And Freddy, remember," said Mrs. Kershaw, "no spitting out."

"Kyle, that goes for you too," warned his mother.

"Don't you forget either, Tyler," cautioned Mrs. Rogers.

"Nor you, Tommy," his father reiterated the court's rule.

Encouraged by continuous parental admonishments to keep up a fast
furious pace, all six boys mouths were soon very vigorously
working over their partners pricks.  Quickly pulsating pricks
urgently needing to climax.  As the spectacle continued,
unwilling moans of unwanted pleasure escaped the lips of all the
boys.

Greg was the first to orgasm, a powerfully shuddering dry cum
that completely overwhelmed the ten year old's senses.  Before
Greg was halfway through his climax, an almost as equally strong
dry cum exploded throughout Charlie's shaking body.  "Charlie,
Greg, no stopping," Mrs. Kershaw reminded the still cumming boys,
"keep sucking."

As the youngest two boy's's orgasms subsided, Tyler and Tommy
took over center stage, almost simultaneously wetting each
other's tongues with small amounts of sticky cum.  Tyler noted
that Tommy's discharge had a thicker feel to it than his own. 
"Keep going," Mrs. Kershaw repeated her earlier command.

Despite his desperate efforts to avoid embarrassing himself in
such a way, Freddy couldn't hold back any longer and let loose a
load of his white salty cum into Kyle's mouth.  A few seconds
later, Kyle involuntarily returned the questionable favor.

Tyler and Tommy were now moaning mostly not from pleasure but
from the discomforting pain being caused by their partner's mouth
still sucking away on their now very sensitive just finished
cumming dicks.  As Mrs. Kershaw was about to call a halt, Charlie
and Greg shook with the shocks of their second orgasms in five
minutes.  Dry cums almost as explosive as their first a few
minutes before.  "Okay boys, stop now and on your feet," Mrs.
Kershaw finally granted the boys some much wanted relief of
another kind.      

"That was great," smirked the beaming Megan, "and just think, you
have to do it again before the end of the day."

"Shut up!" Freddy shouted at his girlfriend, a girlfriend who he
was now finding to be distinctly annoying.

"Freddy, apologize right now," demanded his father.  "I've had it
with your mouth, it stops now.  I'm going to talk to Judy about
extending your Nudie Juvie time."

"Sorry Megan, sorry dad," Freddy apologized, hoping it would be
enough to keep his dad from having a word with the judge.

* * *

Later that evening at the hotel, the naked Tyler complained to
his two friends, "Man, that spanking really hurt."

"No kidding," said Freddy.  "Especially when that strap hit my
balls and my asshole.  They're still hurting, so my's butt."

"Yeah, tell me about it," replied Tyler.  "I'm still hurting,
too.  Bet we'll still red and sore when we go for our next
spankings after dinner tonight."

"I don't want another spanking," cried Charlie.  "I'm hurting too
much from this one."

"Well you have to," Freddy advised his younger brother.  This
time, even though no parents were around, he was careful to
refrain from any name calling.

"Why?" asked an once again tear streaked Charlie.

"Because you heard mom and dad," answered Freddy.  "That first
one was our Nudie Juvie spanking, this next one is our punishment
for not getting naked when mom told us to in the parking lot."

"Same reason my dad gave," Tyler confirmed his similar fate.

"I don't want my balls hit anymore," sobbed Charlie.  "They hurt
too much already."

"Well," said Freddy, trying to somewhat lighten the mood as he
pointed to Charlie's red and still slightly swollen ballsack, "if
your balls keep getting bigger after each spanking, soon you'll
have larger ones than Ty and me."

"No I won't," retorted the now hysterically wailing Charlie,
"your spankings made both yours get bigger too.  Don't let them
spank me again.  Please, don't let them, I can't stand anymore. 
I'm scared."

"Come on Charlie, it'll be all right," Freddy in an
uncharacteristic  show of brotherly concern hugged Charlie in an
attempt to console him.  "Don't be scared, you can do this, I
know you can."

"Yes you can Charlie, I just know it," Tyler reinforced Freddy.

A few minutes later, after Charlie had calmed down somewhat,
Freddie said, "Charlie, I'm sorry I've been mean to you.  I won't
do it anymore, I promise I won't.  You're my brother and I love
you, I really do you know.  I'll help you get through this as
best as I can."

"So will I," Tyler vowed to his best friend.         

"Thank you," Charlie whispered to both older boys.

At that moment, Mrs. Rogers entered the room.  "Boys, we need you
to come down to the swimming pool, we have a little before dinner
surprise for you."

"What's that, mom?" asked the immediately suspicious Tyler.

"Oh," gleefully answered Mrs. Rogers, "we've found some boys 
for your second round of blow jobs today.  The same ones as at
the pavilion."

"Do we have to?" petulantly asked Tyler.

"Yes you do," answered his mother, "you heard Judy's orders."

"Why can't we do each other up here in private?" Tyler suggested
an alternative to their impending public embarrassment.  "There's
going to be way too many people down there."

"Exactly why we want you to do it down there," responded his
mother.  And your other surprise also."

"What's that?" demanded Tyler, not sure he really wanted to know.

"We found three Community Property boys whose parents are anxious
to have them stick their dicks up your buttholes," Mrs. Rogers
unabashedly dropped her latest bombshell. 

"Mom, no!" screamed Tyler, "that's faggot stuff."

"So is blowing other boys," commented Freddy.

"Doesn't matter if it is or isn't," replied Mrs. Rogers.  "You
have to do the blow jobs, and you going to have those boys' dicks
up your assholes."

"No," hollered the again crying Charlie, "that's going to hurt
us!"

"Probably so," agreed Mrs. Rogers, not letting on that all three
of the community property boys were preteens ages eight, nine and
ten respectively.  "But you're doing it anyway.  Besides, we went
out of our way to make sure that those boys' dicks are as small
as we could find."  Left unsaid was that using such small dicks
was a deliberate strategy to ensure that all three boys would
still fully feel the maximum painful effects of the much larger
sized objects that were to be stuffed up their little holes at
tomorrow's Last Boy Standing show. 

"This sucks," complained Freddy.

"No," said Mrs. Rogers, "you're the ones who are going to be
sucking.  Let's go."

Reluctantly, the boys made their way toward the door.

"By the way," said Mrs. Rogers as they exited the room, "Austin's
down there.  Seems the judge put him on anal, so we've found him
sucking and stuffing partners also."  Somehow, Mrs. Rogers
couldn't quite bring herself to refer to the boys' upcoming ass
reaming as a "fucking."  Austin's oral partner was to be a
fourteen year old not quite as endowed as he was; his anal
partner a prepubescent eleven year old. 

"Great," sarcastically muttered Freddy, "I can't wait."

"We and his parents thought," Mrs. Rogers ignored Freddy's
comment, "that since he's in Last boy Standing with you tomorrow,
that it'd be good for you four to spend the evening together.  A
sort of bonding."

"Yeah right," Freddy again muttered, suspecting that as usual the
adults had an unstated ulterior motive.

"And boys," added Mrs. Rogers as she pointed toward their
temporarily soft penises, "I expect those to be hard by the time
we get to the pool.  Wouldn't want to have to report you to Judy
for breaking rules, now do we?  Especially since she's at the
pool too."

Once at the crowded pool area, it didn't take long to have the
boys give a repeat performance with their partners from the
spanking pavilion.  Once again, Freddy was matched with Kyle,
Tyler with Tommy, and Charlie with Greg.  Austin was matched with
a fourteen year old named Dominick.  

In front of the cheering and encouraging audience the red faced
embarrassed boys sucked on each others' dicks.  And in front of
that audience each reached a reluctant but strong public orgasm
in their partner's mouth.    

"Wow, look at those faggots go at each other," snickered Megan as
white cum seeped from Freddy's and Kyle's mouths.

"Megan, that's enough," admonished her mother.  "There's no
reason to call the boys demeaning names that you know aren't
true."

"Absolutely no reason," chimed in Judge Nichols.  "Making
derogatory and belittling comments to Nudie Juvie kids is
actually a violation of the law."

"Oh?" said Mrs. Kershaw.

"Think about it,"  said Mr. Rogers, putting on his psychologist
to the court hat.  "One of the goals is to build up self
confidence and self esteem.  Negative comments  tend to be
counter productive to that."

"And divert the boys from what they should be dwelling on," added
Mrs. Rogers also in therapist mode, "the behavior that put them
in their current predicament, how to get through it, how to avoid
additional punishment, and how to avoid a similar punishment in
the future."

"And how do they avoid additional and future punishment?" asked a
curious bystander, the mother of the nine year old about to be
ass fucking Tyler.

"They get in trouble by not obeying those in charge of them or by
breaking the law, or by doing both, like these three,"  Judge
Nichols explained the rationale.  "Now to end their punishment on
time, they have to follow orders and the law no matter how
unpleasant, painful, embarrassing or humiliating.  Or it
continues until they prove they can.  And once their punishment
is over, to avoid even more severe punishments, they have to
continue to obey the commands of their parents and others in
charge of them and the law."

Makes sense to me," said the mother.  "That's why Ronnie here is
in trouble, not doing what I told him."

"Megan," Mrs. Rogers reinforced her earlier command, "I mean it,
no more nasty remarks."

"You don't want to break the law," added Mr. Rogers, "especially
not with the judge sitting right here."

"No daddy, I don't," admitted Megan.  "But what they're doing is
nasty and gay."

"Megan!" hissed her mother, "final warning!"

"Sorry, mom," Megan apologized as Charlie and Greg dry came for
the second time, ending the fellatio session.

"Well now," said Mrs. Rogers as the evening's anointed master of
ceremonies, "seems to me we have some boys here that are under
court order to have objects put up their butts, and that we have
some other boys with penises that'll do just fine for that. 
Shall we begin?"

"Girls," said Mrs. Kershaw, "we need to get our four volunteer
dicks hard."

Megan took eleven year old Devon in hand.  Her sister Sarah soon
was merrily working away on ten year old Ernesto.  Valerie went
for eight year old Jonathan.  That left nine year old Ronnie
without attention.

"We need another girl," said Mrs. Rogers. "How about you honey?"
she pointed to Melissa, Devon's eight year old sister.  Without
hesitation, the little girl came forth and began enthusiastically
fondling Ronnie's very much little boy privates.

It didn't take long to have the four "reamers" fully hard and the
four "receivers" suitably bent over low benches.  The girls each
lightly lubricated the soon to be invading dicks and soon to be
invaded holes.

"Remember," Judge Nichols reminded everyone, "no stopping till
all eight of you have cum."

"Girls," instructed Mr. Rogers, "I want you each to masturbate
our Nudie Juvies while they're being fucked."  Unlike his wife,
Mr. Rogers had no compunction using the vulgar vernacular for the
about to happen acts of anal intercourse.  He also realized that
by using just crude terminology, he was adding to the boys'
embarrassment and humiliation.

As earlier in the day, Megan took hold of Freddy and Sarah
Charlie.  Valerie, going for new blood, grabbed Austin's dick, by
far the largest of the eight currently on public display.  That
left the embarrassed red faced Tyler to the much younger Melissa. 

"Ready, set, go," shouted Mrs. Rogers.  Immediately, the four
little boys plunged forward, awkwardly fumbling to get their
small tools inside the boys bent in front of them.  With some
embarrassing assistance from their own mothers, all four preteens
eventually achieved penetration.  Penetration that didn't last,
as much to the amusement of the onlookers, the reamers' little
dicks kept popping out of the receivers'  tight assholes.  Each
time, the mothers guided their red faced and crying little boys
back into their targets.  For their part, all four grunting
receivers were amazed that they were only experiencing a very
mild discomfort.  As intended by the adults, the assaulting dicks
were just too small to cause any significant pain.  Eventually
all four of the reaming boys reached dry orgasms, all four of the
reamed boys loudly proclaimed their cums at the hands of the
girls' masturbating them.

"You can stop, now," Mrs. Rogers called aa halt.

"Well I guess that qualifies, just barely," laughed Judge
Nichols.

"I can't believe those fucking asshole faggots let that happen to
them," Megan stage whispered to Sarah and Valerie, certain none
of the adults could overhear her.

"Megan, I heard that," the sharp eared Mrs. Rogers shouted to her
thirteen year old daughter.  "Get over here, now!"

Reluctantly, Megan made her way to her parents. "Sorry, mom," she
dejectedly apologized for the second time that evening.

"Sorry wont cut it," snapped Mrs. Rogers in pseudo-anger.  Both
parents realized that sooner or later Megan was going to have to
undergo a Nudie Juvie sanction to keep her on the straight and
narrow.  And now their daughter had just presented them with a
golden opportunity, much sooner than they'd anticipated.  "We
warned you about those kind of remarks, let's see what Judy has
to say about it."

To her dismay, Megan quickly discovered that judges had the same
powers as the police to make arrests and if appropriate to mete
out to juveniles summary punishments instead of going to court. 
And that judges, even when court was closed, had all the powers
of Intake Officers, including diverting cases from court by
directly imposing sanctions.  It also seemed that Judge Nichols
always carried with her blank copies of various court forms. 
Quickly the judge declared her in custody, her parents signed a
petition setting forth her offense, and the judge diverted her to
three days of Public Nude Juvenile Punishment, complete with an
oral, but not anal, sex requirement.  She was a Nudie Juvie, just
like her brother and the Kershaw boys.

"You have sixty seconds to be out of those clothes," declared
Judge Nichols.

Hesitantly Megan began her slow striptease.  First she lifted up
her shirt over her head, putting her small training bra on
display.  Next, her shorts came off, exposing her flowered
panties.  "Pick up the pace," sternly demanded her father.  "We
have dinner and the spanking pavilion yet to do tonight."

"Speaking of spankings," said the judge as Megan unsnapped her
bra, "You have one mandatory spanking a day, starting tonight. 
Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," answered the blushing Megan as she pulled her bra
away, revealing very small pointy breasts no larger than those
that eleven year old Ashley had displayed earlier that day in
court.  Megan didn't really need a bra, but felt that if for no
other reason than to avoid embarrassment that as a now teenager
she should wear one anyway.

"Megan," warned her father, "panties off by the time I count to
five, or I'm adding an extra spanking a day.  One.. Two..."

Not wanting anymore spankings, Megan had her panties off and in
her hands before her father reached "four."  If anything, she had
even less hair on her pussy that the very small amount that
Ashley had.  None of that hair did anything to hide any part of
her slit and lips.

"You'll have your physical in the morning," declared the judge,
"on the set of the show.

"Yes ma'am," replied Megan, not daring to make her situation any
worse.

"Boys," Mrs. Rogers directed Freddy, Tyler, Charlie and Austin,
"please examine Megan all you want.  And don't stop until each of
you have made her cum.  Dinner can wait."

Megan blushed furiously as over the next forty minutes first her
boyfriend Freddy, than her brother Tyler, then little Charlie,
and finally the temporarily in heaven Austin each brought her to
climax.  Each a shuddering leg shaking cum in front of the
applauding audience.  She was vastly relieved when her father
declared they had to get to dinner if they were to make the
pavilion before closing time.

The after dinner spankings were every bit as dreadful as Megan
and the boys had anticipated.  The straps rendered each of their
buttocks, anuses, and genitals painfully red and sore, almost
unbearably so.  Freddy, Megan, Tyler, Charlie and Austin were all
crying wildly long before their ordeal was over, all fervently
hoping the machine would breakdown or otherwise cease
functioning.  But on and on the machine labored, only stopping
when the allotted number of strokes had been applied to the now
crimson bare bottoms of the five Nudie Juvies.  Five Nudie Juvies
who that night cried themselves to sleep, wondering what worse
fates awaited them tomorrow. 

- continued in Part 3

  
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