Peripubertal Female Dysregulation Syndrome (ENF, CMNF, discipline and more)

[raiken]

I really like this story. But ...when they initially head towards the park, the girl is quite definitely described as wearing both shoes and socks: "naked from head to ankles." So it came as a surprise when she's easily apprehended later because she's running away barefoot. Perhaps add a scene where she's made to get TOTALLY naked after arriving at the park?

[mars357]

I really like this story. But ...when they initially head towards the park, the girl is quite definitely described as wearing both shoes and socks: "naked from head to ankles." So it came as a surprise when she's easily apprehended later because she's running away barefoot. Perhaps add a scene where she's made to get TOTALLY naked after arriving at the park?

Well spotted! There really is a missing bit! I'll look at that before posting the next chapter.
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[Bucket]

I really like this story. But ...when they initially head towards the park, the girl is quite definitely described as wearing both shoes and socks: "naked from head to ankles." So it came as a surprise when she's easily apprehended later because she's running away barefoot. Perhaps add a scene where she's made to get TOTALLY naked after arriving at the park?

Well spotted! There really is a missing bit! I'll look at that before posting the next chapter.
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I saw this comment and got excited thinking its chapter 9 for a moment.

[raiken]

I don't wish to seem like I am ignoring anyone. But I honestly can't figure how to reply to the specific replies already make to my initial post. So I just want to thank the author for their prompt response. I will return to lurking now.

[mars357]

9. Chapter

Author's note: Special thanks to raiken who noticed a missing bit/error in the previous chapter. Fixed now. (Roger just tells Thalia to take her shoes and socks off before sending her to build a tower in the sand pit, no need to re-read the whole chapter.) Sorry this chapter took longer to write, there is a lot to keep track of and a lot to come up with!



Roger grinned. Making her drink lots had played right into his plan. She didn't just want to go, she needed to go and he knew she couldn't hold it much longer, no matter what. He was always going to make her either pee on the grass like a dog, or else use the potty, but had Thalia stayed on her best behaviour, he might have let her go in front of a much smaller audience, or even behind some bushes, pretty much out of view. That train had gone the moment she tried to bolt and bring her naked outing to a premature end.

Out came the potty and Roger just put it on the ground in front of the bench. There were several gasps and then a giggle or two. Several of their classmates looked at him, sure that this was just a prank.

“All right, Tee-tee. Go potty.”

Thalia blushed so hard she actually felt the rush of blood as she went crimson right up to the tips of her ears. Tee-tee was what her mum used to call her when she was a baby and a toddler, and she had to kick up quite a fuss to get her mum to finally stop using the ludicrously childish pet name a few years ago. Even before that, her mum reserved it for private, intimate moments. Roger should not know it. Thalia wasn't sure if her mum even ever used it in front of him and if she did, it had to be when he was still a toddler himself. Her heart skipped a beat when she realised this had to be yet another secret that her mum told Roger during one of those conversations Thalia wasn't even privy to, such as when Roger showed up in the morning before she even got up!

The embarrassment was so intense that it completely overrode any anger she should have felt. She opened her mouth and closed it, rendered mute by the impact of being called by her baby name by Roger right in front of their classmates and friends!

Her legs felt like jelly and her bladder felt like it was about to burst if she didn't go right away, so she resignedly sunk down onto it. She flinched when her urine rang against the plastic. She had forgotten how loud that sound seemed in the morning, and it was no better now in the pin-drop silence as everyone present watched her with wide-eyed fascination. She was actually peeing, right in front of them. Using a plastic potty, like a toddler, too. As if being outside butt-naked wasn't a bad-enough humiliation, having her agency taken away, privacy entirely removed from such intimate act, the act emphasised by her absurdly childish hair-do stunned everyone into frozen silence, more than one mouth gaping in shock as they got to witness such extreme humiliation.

She finally finished, but before the stream of piss even died down, twin streams of tears began to trickle down her cheeks as she found herself completely lost, her confidence shattered, not even sure what to do next, just gazing up towards Roger to give her the next instruction.
He squatted down and patted her head, saying what simultaneously felt like the best and the worst he could possibly say:

“Good girl, Teetee.”

She really needed to hear that validation. She wanted to be a good girl. She needed his approval. It was the only thing that felt at least remotely safe for her just then. But at the same time it was so belittling it almost made her dizzy as a new wave of helplessness and shame washed over her. He reached between her legs, dabbed her dry with a tissue and helped her up, dumping the contents of the potty by a bush and wiping it dry with more tissues, which he then tossed into a bin that stood right by the bench where Thalia got spanked.

During that whole time, none of the other youngsters present said even a single word. Finally, it was Isla who broke the silence.

“Wow. Now I've seen everything,” she snorted.

“Really? That's the limit of your imagination? Sucks to be you,” teased Roger and Isla stuck her tongue out at him, but then grinned.

“So there's more?”

“After trying to make a run for it? You bet.”

Thalia's red face drained of colour and she gasped when she realised Roger wasn't done punishing her for her little stunt. She whimpered miserably.
“She clearly needs to be humbled a lot more than a naked walk in the park can achieve,” announced Roger.
Humbled a lot more? Lot more than being paraded around naked, getting spanked until she cried, being called by her toddler name, in her preschooler hairdo and tinkling into a plastic potty in front what felt like half of her classmates? Thalia's heart skipped a beat. Her legs felt weak, like jelly, and she started to shake a little, her breath short and tense. She definitely wasn't going to pull off another attempt to run, she would probably just stumble, and quite possibly tumble and fall after just a few steps. She gulped, and wiped her eyes, feeling further embarrassed by the fact that she was crying, albeit silently, which only added to the impression that she was a stupid baby!

“Let's head to the woods,” he decided.

“Woods”, as the locals called it, was just a small copse of trees in the back of the park. The area was lined with holy, rhododendrons and some other evergreens and had a small clearing near the middle, a spot that adults didn't tend to know about—something local kids definitely took an advantage of. Prodded and steered, Thalia was led towards the dense wall of greenery like a condemned woman to her execution, with Roger's hand on her upper arm, the entire throng of her classmates, Daniel, Emily, Isla, Olivia, Alex, Teddy and Sid all following them.
One of the reasons why an adult was unlikely to bother kids playing in this area was that the bushes and shrubs were too dense, and tangled with spiky brambles from the park, and the terrain sloped up before reaching another road, far too steeply for someone to be able to walk up or down it (only someone willing to scramble on all fours and hold onto trees and roots would be able to enter and leave the area that way) and even that area had brambles and stinging nettles.

Roger, like most local kids, knew exactly how to go in. There was a spot where the dense branches of a rhododendron didn't quite reach the ground. Crawling on one's hands and knees underneath, taking a right to avoid its main trunk and then left around it, avoiding a spiky thicket of holly and brambles, one could get in relatively easily and the shaded area behind was far less thick. A few steps further down a narrow track and they emerged in the clearing bathed in dappled, mid-morning light. Roger opened his rucksack and pulled out a few coils of rope.
Thalia just gaped at him mutely. She wanted to protest, but what was even the point? Roger was unstoppable, and now he had a whole gang of people to help him, if she kicked up a fuss. And she really, really didn't want another spanking, so when he started to tie her up, she didn't resist.
She ended up tied to a tree, in a weird semblance of a crucifixion position. Arms raised up and apart, each tied to a different limb of the same, sturdy old oak. Ankles tied and pulled apart, with the rope wrapped around the trunk of the tree behind her. Then her left knee tied to a low limb of the tree with a short bit of rope, which completely prevented her from closing her legs and protecting herself in any way whatsoever. He adjusted things a little and managed to actually tie her leg in such a way that her foot hovered in the air, just a foot off the ground or so, but in the air nonetheless, helplessly exposed. This gave him an idea. He had to use his own shoe-laces but when he was done, Thalia's big toe was caught in a loop and tied to a tree-limb above, stretching her sole and leaving it on display.

The amount of squirming and twitching she did from even the briefest contact as he slipped the loop around her toe revealed to everyone present just how ticklish Thalia was.

Roger was patient and tied with impressive skill and focus for a boy his age, making sure the rope didn't hurt Thalia or cut off her circulation, but looping it and tightening it just enough to make it pretty much perfectly inescapable.

By the time he stepped back to admire his handiwork, Thalia was blushing like mad again. It was an awkward, uncomfortable and unflattering position, that kept her legs wide apart in a somewhat frog-like way and really revealed her pussy. In fact the various angles in which her limbs were tied forced her to push her belly and pelvis forward somewhat, which, combined with her legs being so wide spread and a bit bent really gave the impression that she was eagerly offering her pussy up for everyone's viewing pleasure.

“Wow. You're good with ropes,” commented Sid, examining Thalia's bondage up close.

“Thanks. I practised. You wouldn't believe the kind of stuff that's on youtube these days,” he grinned.

“Oh trust me, I know,” they grinned and winked at Roger.

“So... what happens now?” Olivia asked curiously, even as she squatted and made Thalia's blush deepen as she quite unabashedly took an up-close, lingering look at Thalia's pussy.

“Well, we have a completely helpless miscreant on our hands,” started Roger.

“What the hell is a miscreant?” huffed Alex.

“Someone who misbehaves,” grinned Roger.

“Dude, you need to stop reading the English dictionary,” snorted Alex and they both laughed.

“A miscreant,” Roger carried on, “who happens to have one massive, crazy weakness. Something she hates probably more than anything in the world.”

“Oh God. Roger. Please. No. Anything but that!!! Oh god, oh please, please, no!!! No, no, no!” Thalia cut in, her voice frantic with panic, eyes wide with fear. The idea that someone, let alone more than one person, might tickle her when she was this exposed and unable to defend herself genuinely horrified her. It was one thing when he briefly, lightly tickled her in her bedroom, when they were alone and the whole thing felt almost like a game, playful and light-hearted. Now? There were way too many people, way too many hands and eyes … and she was tied up far more securely and helplessly than ever before. She had only used the potty minutes ago, but all of a sudden, her bladder did not feel empty. Thalia gulped tensely, her eyes locked on Roger pleadingly.

But he confirmed what they all suspected already.

“She's extremely ticklish.”

Thalia nearly wet herself as so many eyes around her lit up with a mischievous twinkle.

“Come on guys, guys, please...” she whined.

“I'll do anything!” she blurted out as Isla and Teddy moved in closer.

“Just don't tickle me, please.” Her eyes were wide and flicked between the hands and faces of all the classmates surrounding her fearfully. She looked like a trapped animal, even as she strained against the ropes, only to find out how completely useless that was.

Roger looked around.

“Meh, 'anything' is boring. It's obvious that we could come up with stuff you wouldn't or couldn't do. You'll have to be a lot more specific than that.” He paused to think, looking at the people around.

“How about this. Everyone gets five minutes with Thalia, to tickle her to your heart's content.”

“Nooooooo!” Thalia howled in dismay. Five minutes *each* was a death-sentence. She was going to be in breathless agony and wetting herself in five minutes. Seven or eight times five minutes was sheer insanity. She started to fight with her bondage anew. She couldn't take that, she might actually die if they did that to her.

“You can finish early and pass up the rest of your time, or even skip tickling her entirely,” announced Roger, “if Thalia persuades you to. But!” he raised a finger.

“Any and all promises made must be made good on before the end of the day and they must be one-offs. No lasting deals.”
There were cat-calls and hoots all around as people realised what Roger just did. He was serving them Thalia on a silver platter. She wasn't going to be able to cope with five minutes of tickle torture, which meant they could get her to agree to, and to do pretty much anything for them.

Thalia realised this too, and she seemed to be hyperventilating as everyone formed a semi-circle in front of her, eyeing her like a mouth-watering snack they were about to devour.

They all seemed eager to have some fun, but of course, but if they stepped up time started ticking (Roger already had his phone out and the stopwatch function ready). Most of them seemed to hesitate, contemplating what to negotiate for that Thalia could do for them on the same day.
Everyone was surprised when Olivia suddenly stepped forward. The redhead was normally quite shy and quiet, it was quite unusual to see her so bold.

“Roger... please don't let them...” Thalia pleaded but all Roger did was start the timer.

Olivia didn't mess about and went straight for Thalia's forcefully exposed armpits, making her squeal and laugh in that tense, involuntary way only overwhelming tickling can trigger.

“Olivia please!!!” Thalia squealed between bursts of panicked, forced laughter.

“Please just tell me what you want, I beg you, please!”

Olivia rolled her eyes and grinned.

“Gee, how pathetic. All right. I promised to scrape our drive. There's moss and bits of grass coming through between the tiles and it needs all scraping and cleaning. I reckon it can be done in an hour or so. Obviously it's at front of the house and we'd have to head there now, as Roger said these things have to be done today, so you'd have to do it naked,” shrugged Olivia.

An hour spent scraping someone's driveway at the front of the house? And Olivia didn't live in a quiet residential road either, their house was on one of the busier roads, close to some shops and cafes, which meant prolonged, very public exposure. But Thalia didn't even hesitate.

“I'll do it. Yes, I'll do it.”

Olivia eyed her slightly suspiciously, then nodded.

“All right. I'm done.”

There were a few chuckles and then Isla stepped in, following up on her earlier enthusiasm, only barely just beating Teddy to it.

Thalia started to beg right away.

“Please, please tell me what you want and I'll do it. Please, we can skip the tickling part, I promise I'll be good,” whined Thalia, sounding like a distressed little puppy.

Isla didn't respond right away, letting a tense silence stretch for several seconds, then grinned wickedly.

“Sweet. Too bad I just want to see you suffer, and see how eager to please other, more … creative people you are when you've actually been tickled for five minutes,” she smirked, and then attacked Thalia's naked sides with her fingers.

Tanned skin went taut and started to shake and buck as Thalia strained and shook in her bondage, but there was no escaping her predicament. And Isla really seemed determined to simply take advantage of Thalia's ticklishness and helplessness. She soon her Thalia squealing at the top of her voice, guffawing, gasping, giggling, laughing and squealing some more. Even though she had just taken a piss, a few little dribbles sprayed and trickled from her slit as she laughed uncontrollably, straining in the ropes, attempting to plead but most of the time too out of breath to get any words out. Foot. Armpits. Sides. Belly. Sides. Pits. Foot. On and on and on until Thalia was purple faced, her belly cramping, her eyes bulging out from the torment and the panic she was feeling as a result, clearly in serious distress now.

“Time's up,” Roger finally announced and Isla stepped back, eyes lingering on Thalia's distraught face with morbid fascination, like she couldn't quite believe she just got someone to experience something so extreme just on a whim.

Thalia was left sobbing and gasping, her teary eyes wide and aimed at Roger, silently pleading for him to put an premature end to this. Couldn't he see she was in actual distress? Couldn't he see she couldn't take any more?

Teddy smoothly stepped into the space that Isla vacated and raised his hands, fingers shivering.

“Nooooooooo!” Thalia strained in her ropes. Roger actually looked worried. Despite his effort to tie her safely she was definitely doing some damage to her wrists, chafing them.

But Teddy didn't tickle. Isla had laid the perfect groundwork for him. He could see that Thalia was going to agree pretty much to anything he could possibly think of. Being a boy on the cusp of teenagehood, he might not have been the most creative, but he certainly had some ideas of what he could ask for. It took him a few seconds of hesitation before he came out with the best wording he could come up with.

“All right. I want you to be my cocksucker for the rest of the day. Completely in charge of your mouth.”

The word cocksucker hit the little glade like a ton a of bricks, eliciting a collective gasp. That was a big step up from a bit of naked gardening!
Thalia gasped too, and somehow managed to blush visibly, even though her face only just started to fade from straining and being purple from Isla's prolonged bout of tickling. She looked at Roger, hoping that he was going to put a stop to this. Hoping he might get jealous, protective of their private deal, but Roger just stood there. She was on her own, and she couldn't take five more minutes of tickling. Heck, she couldn't take a minute. She felt she was lucky not to have puked or passed out choking towards the end of Isla's round!

“All right, I'll suck you off,” she agreed.

“Nu-huh. Not good enough,” he countered.

“My cocksucker. I am in charge of your mouth. You suck me as much as I want but also ANY other boy I tell you to suck. Until you're done with all your other chores and back inside your house tonight.”

Thalia gulped. Oh god. Oh god. But that meant... she looked around at the number of boys present, and thought about all the other boys they might run into and let out a heart-wrenching, keening sob.

“Yes,” she whimpered dejectedly when Teddy's hands moved towards her armpits.

“I'll be your cocksucker for the rest of the day,” she agreed, blushing furiously.

Teddy stepped back and away, creating an empty space and a prolonged, stunned silence. Parading Thalia around naked was one thing. Making her do chores, tormenting her, tickling her... somehow it felt like Teddy's brazen demand took things to another level and suddenly no one knew how to follow it.

Then, out of way back, previously slightly reluctant to step in at all, Sid strode in and cupped Thalia's chin.

“Is the “anything” offer still on?” they asked and Thalia nodded feebly. After what she just promised Teddy, nothing seemed to matter any more. She would never live this down. Being a cocksucker. A slut. Tears trickled down her face.

“Fine. I would like your consent to help you back up. You... fell off. You were there, and it was fun, earlier, but you fell off and that's just... sad,” shrugged Sid.

Thalia gaped at them open mouthed and wide-eyed, clearly confused and clearly not the only one. The only one who had at least an inkling of what they might be on about was Roger, who wouldn't have used the same words but was actually worrying about the same thing and unsure what to do about it.

“You were turned on, earlier. Scared and a bit upset, and for sure embarrassed, but a part of you was at home in it. You were on that tightrope between sexy and horrible, and it was kinda fun to watch. Then you fell off and you're just scared and sorry for yourself and that's not fun to watch. Well not for me anyway,” they shrugged.

“Do I have your consent to try and fix it? I would like clear verbal consent if that's a yes.”

In a daze, not entirely sure what was happening or about to happen, Thalia nodded and cleared her dry, slightly sore throat.

“Yes, yes, I consent.”

What followed was... beautiful. I don't have a better word for it. It was completely different from everything we've done up to that point and it was quite amazing, really. I had no idea Sid was as skilful as that. They gently brushed their palm over Thalia's face, down from her forehead, over her face, mouth.

“Close your eyes. Breathe. There. Deeper. More slowly. And blow out. More slowly. Four in. Hold for two. Six out. Nice and super slow. One, two, three...” they counted until Thalia calmed down and started to follow that rhythm on her own. Then came the touches. Seemingly very subtle. A little caress behind Thalia's ear. A gentle stroke with the back of their hand down the side of her neck. The softest, almost feather-like kiss on her nipple. A stroke down her side, a squeeze on her arm, a moulding, massage-like touch on her reddened buttocks.

When Sid spoke about Thalia “falling off” I didn't understand at first. I sort of thought I got it, but I didn't exactly catch their meaning. Now, watching them do what they did, I understood. It really felt like an important part of Thalia had run away. It was probably the panic, the fear of being tickled. Maybe the embarrassment became too overwhelming, too. I wasn't sure. But touch by gentle touch, I could see Thalia return. Her attention. Her presence. And yes, by the time Sid pressed their hand over her exposed mound and then retreated, her arousal, too. She was visibly wet. She had lost her slow, measured, calming breath as some point but it didn't matter because she was now panting with arousal. Face ablaze but not just from shame. Pussy slick. Nipples pebble-hard. Wow. I made a mental note to sit down with Sid and talk to them more at some point. They seemed to know what they were doing, like... seriously!

There was a moment of silence. Sid's approach really changed the atmosphere. Wow. I really had a lot to learn still! Emily stepped up to Thalia and smiled.

“That was cool. I wanna carry on where Sid stopped. If you say yes. Otherwise I'll give you a five-minute break. I don't really wanna tickle you,” she shrugged, eyeing me to see if I would allow that. I shrugged and nodded.

Thalia gulped and blushed. She bit her lip. This clearly posed a dilemma. Sid had worked her up, but asking for more... I could see the blood rushing to her face. A five-minute break would be sensible. Easy. She only had Alex and Danny to deal with afterwards. Danny was famously a kind kid, Alex maybe more of a wild-card, but unlikely to do something like Isla and just tickle her no matter how much she begged and what she promised.

“Yes,” she breathed.

Emily blushed, too, as she stepped up to her side, somewhat shyly kissed her on the lips, on the neck, used her fingers to mould and lightly pinch Thalia's nipples and then slowly lowered her hand to Thalia's wet, puffed up slit and started to gently finger her, running between her folds, from her opening up over her slit. Once again, I was watching and leaning. Emily's touch was slow. Sensual. Very deliberate. She didn't avoid Thalia's most sensitive bits but her touch seemed so light and soft it elicited the cutest, softest moan from Thalia. Rather than squirming to avoid Emily's touch, Thalia was soon pushing her pussy forward, silently begging for more, humping air, chasing the sensation.

“Please....” she moaned.

“Please what?” chuckled Emily, cocking her eyebrow playfully.

“Please make me cum.”

Emily tutted.

“I don't think you get to decide that, Thalia. Roger?” she turned to me.

Roger shook his head.

“Leave her like that, please. Turned on. No release.” he decided, making sure to be polite about it, so as not to come across too mean and bossy. Thalia whined, then whimpered as Emily carried on, ever-so-slowly, ever-so-gently. When Emily's five minutes were over, Thalia's eyes were wide, her jaw slack, she was struggling not to drool all over herself. She humped air a few more times, even though there wasn't a hand to chase any more, making everyone chuckle.

Her eyes were hazed over when Alex stepped up to her. His shorts were out of fairly thin, pale fabric, the tent in them very, very obvious.

He lightly, briefly tickled her side. She squealed and bucked, her skin sensitised with arousal. Alex grinned and reached down, tickling her taint.

She gasped.

Sid chuckled. In an effort to make sure Thalia's ordeal didn't take a darker turn, they had inadvertently switched tracks and given the day a whole new trajectory, one that everyone suddenly seemed to be on board with.

“I promise if you ask me nicely to tickle you on your pussy, I'll make sure it's the kind of tickling that doesn't make you feel awful,” offered Alex.

“Even though we know I'm not allowed to actually get you off either,” he grinned.

Thalia didn't hesitate, not even for a heartbeat.

“Yes, please. Tickle my pussy.” She blushed as Alex's fingers shifted, their soft motion at something like the tenth of a speed of actual tickling, the touch almost immediately eliciting another moan from Thalia. Her mouth barely had a chance to close from that cute “O” shape of uncontrolled pleasure that gave her a cute, somewhat surprised expression when her eyes turned to the boy in charge.

“Roger, please, pretty, pretty, pretty pleas may I be allowed to cum?” she begged.

Roger looked around. Olivia, Isla, Teddy, Sid and Emily all had their go already, which left only Daniel.
Another moan. Alex's fingers moved slowly. Deliberately. Either he also knew what he was doing, or he had been paying very good attention during Sid's round.

Roger was still thinking, he hasn't even said 'no' yet when Thalia pressed on.

“I'll … I'll do something extra for you. For all of you. Something especially humiliating. You can come up with it together, just please, allow me to cum...”

Roger felt his shorts tented, and slight blush rise to his face. It was almost overwhelmingly arousing to have Thalia shamelessly begging for it, even at the cost of more humiliation.

He shrugged, then nodded.

“Uhm, Alex, can you take it real slow, please? Don't do it yet. We need to come up with something... together.”

And with that, Roger cocked his head and led the small group deeper into the copse of trees to discuss what to do with Daniel's round and what price to put on Thalia's chance to cum, leaving her moaning, squirming and dripping all over Alex's torturously slow-moving, gentle fingertips.

[Bucket]

Wow, what a phenomenal chapter. Really good. I love how you portray Thalia's embarrassment. Some stories don't focus on that too much, but you can really feel just how deeply, deeply mortified (yet aroused) she is. Makes the story feel much more realistic, immersive and enjoyable. Already looking forward to the next chapter!

[Beaver]

Even though I've read lots of stories on this forum this is the only one I've been following as each chapter gets released. Keep it up!

[Freesub]

I love the quick escalation, the stakes have really ramped up now!