EverythingOff wrote: Thu Oct 30, 2025 11:11 pm
That's what makes her the smug, condescending, obnoxious 13-year-old girl she is.
I think that by the end of the story, if anyone will be deserving of a good comeuppance, it will be Melinda. I don't plan to write a revenge story, but I'd sure love to see the tables turned on her. One could argue that due to her confidence, a naked revenge on her wouldn't be effective. She is proud of her breasts and her body, and proud of her development below. But trust me. If I were to write such a story, her supposed confidence and positive body image would evaporate in a puff of smoke, leaving her an utterly shamed, humiliated, and thoroughly humbled shell of her former self. Perhaps she would learn to show some respect.
I'd be willing to do a follow up story. Melinda goes too far in her belief that she has the authority to invade a boy's privacy whenever she
wants to. Once she has embarrassed a series of boys, after gaining confidence after the incident with "Little John", the tables get turned
on her when a more mature teen boy gets in the mix of things.
I won't begin this until the "Humiliated at Swim School" is completed.
It will be a mix of ENM with ENF, as Melinda first humiliates some boys first.
I love the way this is developing and can't wait to read the next installment. I think any arrogance that Jon may have had will disappear completely and he will be made to feel like a pathetic little boy.
hightab wrote: Fri Oct 31, 2025 6:52 pm
Another good written story.
Thank you.
I personal don’t like SPH and sadists stories.
I agree 100%. Although I'm not sure if this really qualifies as a true SPH story, as he is undeveloped. She's not really making fun of the size, so much as making fun of him for not having developed yet. I realize it's a fine distinction. And totally understand if it's not your thing.
I have a tough time with the sadistic aspects of it too. My style is more the "Jacqui" story. Embarrassing, but friendly. But I thought I'd try writing something different. We'll see how it goes. Again, totally get it if you don't want to read it. No offense taken.
steam train wrote: Fri Oct 31, 2025 9:00 pm
“I agree 100%. Although I'm not sure if this really qualifies as a true SPH story, as he is undeveloped.”
Yes agree this is much more an exposed late developer story.
Can you tell me more what you mean? That it's not about size per se?
I often write in my stories where it is not size per se but the total lack of development for the age especially if it is later than the norm. Quite often it is the lack of pubes as in this story that is the prominent feature over size, although size does matter:)
Melinda shuffled through the handful of pages on her clipboard and found the one she was looking for. It was had gridlines on it, used for tracking students' swimming progress. But she had another use in mind.
"Jonny," she condescended, "please step up on to the bench here."
The nervous 14-year-old, shivering a bit from the cold (as he hadn't been offered a towel yet), and carefully cupping his private, asked, "Up on the bench?"
"Yes, Jonny. We need to take some measurements."
"Measurments?" he stammered.
"Jonny, please." Melinda sounded exaperated, although she was truly anything but. "Let's not make this take longer than it needs to. I have places I need to be. So please. Now that we're nearing the end of the semester, we need to take your measurements so we can track your progress."
Jon looked at her. Then he looked at the bench. The mere idea of standing naked on a bench while the beautiful Melinda measured him was more than he could stomach.
"Perhpas I could have that towel?" he asked, hoping she would allow him to dry off a bit and wrap the towel around himself to protect a bit of modesty.
"Jonny, please. What an absurd question." She was sounding quite irritated now, and this only intimidated Jon further. "If you're wearing a towel, how can we possibly take your measurements? Ridiculous boy," she said, locking eyes with his small penis as she said the word "boy." It didn't go unnoticed.
Reluctantly, Jon ascended the bench, still covering. Melinda didn't mind that he was covering. In fact, she rather enjoyed the fact that he was embarrassed to be standing naked before her. Besides, there would be plenty of time later on to force him to fully expose himself.
"Now please spread your legs apart a bit so I can get your calf measurements."
Jon nervously spread his legs a bit.
"No, Jonny. Wider."
He spread another few inches.
Her irriation was increasing. "Jonny. Wider. Please."
He spread even wider, now teetering on the bench, his legs much wider than shoulder-width apart.
Melinda pulled out a tape measure and began to take his measurements. She measured his calves, and made a note on the grid. Then she moved to his lower thigh, and made another note on the grid. She looked up at him, as she saw him anticipating her next move to his upper thigh. She slowly dragged her fingers up his thigh, all the way to the bottom of his hands.
Then she looked up at his face, and then to his hands.
"Jonny, please. How can I take my measurement of your upper thigh with your hands in the way. Will you please move them? Preferably behind your back. That will make this all go much faster."
With Melinda standing in front of Jon, and Jon standing on the bench, her face was directly eye-level with his privates. When he moved his hands, she would be looking right at him. And in contrast to earlier, when Jon was excited about showing off his body to her, he knew now that she saw him as nothing more than another little boy. She even had thought he was two years younger than he really was. So to have to expose himself in this manner—and proximity, was more than embarrassing. It was downright humiliating. Still, he had no other options.
As Melinda watched the dread building in Jon's eyes, she started to once again feel tingly down below. Not because she was going to see his penis and balls again—although that certainly contributed, but more because she was enjoying the sensuality of the control and power she held over a boy who was a year older than her. The wheels began turning in her mind. If it was so easy to control this boy, she realized she could quite possibly enjoy humiliating other boys at the swim school as well. And that only made her tingle even more.
"Please, Jonny. I haven't got all day."
Jon moved his hands. Nervously and slowly, but he moved them. Melinda didn't outwardly smile, but her internal satisfaction and delight was off the charts.
She reached up with the tape measure as far up as she could go on his thigh, the back part of her left hand grazing his soft, hairless balls. She enjoyed the touch. Partly for the physical sensation, but even more for the degredation she knew she was inflicting. She took her time with her upper thigh measurement, writing it down, but then feeling the need to double check it on the other side—again not missing the opportunity to graze his balls again, this time with the back of her right hand. She made the notes on the chart.
"Now, Jonny, please hop down. Let's get your upper body measurements."
Jon was relieved to step down from the bench, and he promptly cupped his hands once again. Melinda was starting to get a physical thrill every time Jon would cover, as it only reinforced his nervousness and utter lack of control and power in the situation.
She began with a waist measurement. Again, she commanded him to put his arms out to his sides, like a T. She stood behind him for this, and wrapped the tape around his belly, intentionally letting the tape drop in front of him so she could fumble around in his front and "accidentally" graze his penis with her fingers. Even from the back, she could sense him shuddering at her touch. His shudder mad her tingle even more than before. She so enjoyed causing his nervousness and discomfort. It gave her a high that she had never experienced before.
She made a note on the chart.
"Now your chest. Please keep your arms out wide."
She moved to his front, glancing at his penis once more, making sure he saw her looking. Then she took his chest measurement. She ran the tape slowly around his skinny frame, taking time to graze his tiny nipples with her fingertips as she went. She enjoyed feeling them. So small and hard. She loved that he was cold and shivering, although she was a bit disappointed that she wasn't quite sure if he was shivering from the cold or from the humiliation. But she was satisfied to believe it was a combination of the two.
After measuring his chest, she made another note on the chart.
"Now, Jonny, please. Up on the bench one more time. Just one more measurement to get."
He didn't even argue this time, and she reveled in his total submission. Cupping his hands over him, he climbed up onto the bench. She walked directly in front of him and said, "If you'd be so kind, Jonny. Hands behind your back."
"Hands behind my back?" he quivered.
"Yes, Jonny. How can we measure your penis if you're covering like that?"
She was looking directly at his face so she could enjoy his horrified reaction.
"My... my p-p-penis?"
"Yes, Jonny. We need to measure it so we can track your growth and maturity."
He didn't move. She got impatient. "Jonny! Now!"
And he did. He reacted swiftly, obediently putting his hands behind his back.
Melinda was inches from it. She saw every wrinkle. Every nuance. The softness. The smoothness. The smallness. The immaturity of it all. She paused to take it in.
Jon, meanwhile, couldn't look at her. He stared straight forward at the lockers in front of him. The humiliation was palpable. This beautiful girl, a year younger than him, who he had been desparately trying to impress all semester, was now face to face with his little-boy penis, about to measure it and fully complete his degradation.
Then he felt it. Her thumb and forefinger daintily picking it up by the tip and holding it up. He couldn't help but look down to see what was happening. She slowly brought up the tape and held one end against the front of his balls, and pulled out the tape with her other hand.
She looked at the tape and a smile of satisfaction came over her face.
She proudly announced, "One and one-quarter inches, Jonny."
His heart sank. It wasn't usually that small. But he was nervous and cold. And that's how Melinda was seeing him. Just a little boy with a tiny, little-boy penis.
Still holding him daintily, she repeated, "Yes. One and one-quarter inches. It's surprising, don't you think? For a fourteen year old boy? It's no wonder I initially thought you were only twelve." She chuckled at her little joke.
She let go of his penis and noted it on the chart. Jon started to cover again.
"Did I say you could cover? I need to make some notes first, and I can't do that if you're covering. So please. Keep your hands behind your back, Jonny. Or should I say, 'Little Jonny.'"
A lump starting to form in his throat, Jon slowly and painfully moved his hands, once again, behind his back. He noted the look in Melinda's eyes. She was enjoying torturing him like this. He knew it. He could tell. But he didn't know what to do. He was entirely under her spell.
Melinda once again lightly grasped his tip between her thumb and forefinger, moving it up and out of the way so she could get a better look.
"My goodness, Jon. We don't really have a place on the form for this, but your testicles are almost non-existant. They seem to have shrunken up and they've moved inside your body. I'm not sure how to note it, other than just writing, "Jonny's testicles are barely visible." And she released his penis and made the note on the chart.
"You may step down, now, Jonny."
He did. Summoning a bit of courage, he looked in the direction of the towel. He had never before realized the beauty and joy of having a towel with which to dry off and cover oneself. But he fully appreciated that beauty now. He meagerly asked, "May I please have the towel now to dry off?"
Which only emboldened Melinda, inspiring her next humiliating idea.
"Oh, Jonny. There's no need to dry off. Why, you're heading back to the shower."
"Back to the shower??? But I already showered!"
"Yes, but in examining you so closely, I can see that you weren't very thorough. So you'll shower again, but this time, I will supervise and inspect you as you go."
Jon wanted to forcefully protest, but all he could say was, "Um, I can do it myself, I think."
Melinda didn't even look at him as she started walking to the shower.
"Come along, Little Jon." Her use of the diminutive nickname made him physically shiver. "Please, let's not make this take more time than it needs to. I don't want to be doing this anymore than you do." It was a lie, of course. She was enjoying it immensely. But she wanted to make him feel that being in the presence of his nudity was not only an inconveinece—it was a chore.
Jon, not able to think of any other options, cupped his hands and followed Melinda to the shower.
She turned on the water. Jon noticed that the lever was all the way to the right.
"Um, I usually put it more on the left side. I like a hot shower."
"No, Little Jon. Cold water is the best way to get the chlorine off. So you'll be using cold water only—today, and from now on—even if that means I need to come in and personally supervise you every single time you take a shower. Now please, go on. Step into the water."
Still under her spell, he stepped in to the freezing cold water.
I love the way this is developing. If Jon's penis was small before then it may virtually disappear along with his testicles after a cold shower. But before that Melinda will be checking that he is washing everywhere before she lets him out. I wonder what further humiliations await him or perhaps other boys too.
Jonjon2 wrote: Mon Nov 03, 2025 11:35 am
I love the way this is developing. If Jon's penis was small before then it may virtually disappear along with his testicles after a cold shower. But before that Melinda will be checking that he is washing everywhere before she lets him out. I wonder what further humiliations await him or perhaps other boys too.
Glad you are enjoying it. Honestly, it takes a lot out of me to write it. I don't think I'll do these kinds of cruel stories again. But it's certainly interesting to explore.
I just finished the fourth and concluding part. I'll plan to post it today or tomorrow.