Naked in Public/Parents Strip You Naked
You are an eight-year old boy. People would say you are a pretty cute one too and that’s why your parents never really punish you: you just have to look at them with your killer smile and you can get away with murder. You are of average height and skinny. You live in a suburb.
For the last couple years, you have taken advantage of your cuteness and been a very mischievous little boy. Your parents try grounding you but always give up enforcing it after an hour or two. This has led to multiple complaints by just about everyone you come across about how you need a good spanking or they should try scaring you straight. Luckily for you, your parents believe spankings don’t work and boys will be boys and you’ll grow out of it on your own.
It was the middle of a hot summer vacation and that’s when you got your idea. You biked over to the swimming pool, went into the girl’s locker rooms while they were swimming, and collected their underwear. You then ran out of the locker room and started throwing them around everywhere. This of course mortified the girls. Not only did they have to deal with people seeing their panties but they had to go and get them.
You were for the third time that summer (and last time since you got banned) from the pool, your parents were called, but what do you care? There’s two other pools and your parents will scream for a few minutes, take away television time, but you know you’ll get it back within an hour. Who cares? At least that’s what you thought.
When you arrived home that afternoon, you went to go change from your bathing suit to your normal street clothes. Only to your surprise every article of clothing was gone. You went downstairs to the living room and called for your mom. To your surprise, both mom and dad showed up from their master bedroom. Dad has work at his office, mom works from home. What was he doing home?
“We’ve had it up to here with your behavior, mister.” Mom said. “Yeah, we’re disappointed in you.” Dad jumped in. Mom slightly glared at him for interrupting him. “Well since we can’t get through to you by grounding you, we have called the discipline hotline and they sent over Mr. Kramer. Mr. Kramer!” Mom yelled out.
A strange man you had never seen before, wearing a nice black suit, walked in. He had sleek black hair and a small goatee.
“My name is Mr. Kramer. Your parents have decided that I should be in charge of punishing you. You can beg or plead or cry but in the end, they have legally given me authority and they can’t take it back. Which means your days of doing whatever you want and getting away with it are over.” Mr. Kramer said in a nice, pleasing voice that almost disarmed you.
“No! Give me back my clothes! I know I was wrong, I promise not to do it, but give me back my clothes!” You say trying to sound like a serious man who deserved to be obeyed.
“Ah, I’m glad you brought up your clothes. I have taken the liberty of having them removed from the property. Your punishment is simple: you will be naked. For every chore you do, I will give you an article of clothing. Once you are fully dressed, I will give you your whole wardrobe back and your punishment will be complete.” Mr. Kramer said.
“Hah! I’m not naked!” You yelled out excited to have found a flaw in Mr. Kramer’s logic.
“Yes. We’ll have to fix that.” Mr. Kramer said. He nodded at your dad. Before you knew it, they leaped and grabbed your arms. You tried to get away but mom stepped forward and grabbed your bathing suit. You tried to use your full strength but two fully grown men holding you meant she could easily slide the suit down. The men lifted you up slightly so she could remove the suit from your legs.
You realized you were completely naked! The men let you go as your mom stepped back. Your hands went over your privates.
“Mom! Give it back! I’m naked!” You stated the obvious.
“Yes. That’s the point of the punishment.” Mr. Kramer said. “You will be naked. But you can earn clothes back with chores. It’s up to you how long this punishment lasts.”
“So I just have to go around the house doing stuff?” You asked. Didn’t seem so bad. You could just stay indoors and hoped your two siblings didn’t invite friends over. You could do this, get your clothes back, and Mr. Kramer out of your life. Then you would get back on your parents for betraying you like this.
“No. Not your chores. Other people’s chores. You have to go around and ask people one thing that you can do them. One thing per person. That is strict. If you do it well then they can sign a form saying it and you will give me that form and I will then give you an article of clothing. Don’t worry, I have the forms right here.” Mr. Kramer said.
“But…I’m naked. They’ll see me naked.” You said.
“Yes.” Mr. Kramer said. “And your parents can’t give you one of their chores since if it comes from them, it means it’s your chore. Your siblings can give you one of their chores and everyone out this house can. But remember: one chore. Once you do a chore, you have to find someone new.”
“No! I don’t want to do this!” You yell out at him.
“It’s up to you. Of course, if you don’t do the chores, I don’t give you your clothes back. And your parents aren’t allowed to give you clothes. And if they find you with clothes, they will remove them. You can probably stay here all summer. Of course, your sister and brother might bring friends. And your mom might drag you out of the house. I don’ t really care what you do.” Mr. Kramer said.
“This isn’t fair!” You yell.
“Nobody cares what’s fair or what isn’t.” Mr. Kramer said. He pointed to some forms on the table. There must have been about a hundred. “You won’t need nearly all of them but I left a lot extra just in case.”
You go over the table just to see what’s on the forms. There’s an area to fill out for name, phone number, what the chore was, how many people saw, and whether or not he covered himself or not.
“Why do you need their phone number?” You asked. “Simple. I’m going to call each and every person whose form was filled out to verify all the information.” Mr. Kramer said. “Oh.” You said as you realized this meant you couldn’t just fill out the forms with fake information. “What do you mean covered yourself?” You asked. “What you’re doing with your hands right now.” Mr. Kramer answered.
You looked down. You were using your hands to cover your privates.
“What!? Why does it matter if I cover myself?” You ask. “The point is people get to see you naked. All the way. So if you cover yourself, the chore won’t count.” Mr. Kramer replied. “But that means…people will see…my wiener.” You say. “Yes. If I were you, I’d just drop your hands.” Mr. Kramer answered. “You might as well get used to it.”
Realizing Mr. Kramer has you beat, you lower your hands. You feel your cheeks go red with shame as your mom and dad see your penis. Your mom hasn’t seen it since you were six!
“Great. Good luck.” Mr. Kramer said. “When you have a form to turn in go to your parents. They will scan the form and send me a text message. I will let them know after I make the call whether it’s legit and they will give you an article of clothing of my choice.”
Mr. Kramer left at that point. You decided you couldn’t stay naked. Which meant getting the chores done as quickly as possible and hopefully with as few people seeing you naked as possible. But since he made it clear your parents could not give you chores, you could start with your siblings. But maybe it’d be better to save them for last.
It’s up to you.
Future choices: 1) Big Bully Brother
3) Go Outside and Look for Someone to Help
| Shirt | Pants | Underwear | Socks | Shoes | Other | Penis |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Shirtless | Pantsless | None | None | Barefoot | None | Soft |