Pantsing and Stripping Forums

NickTwisp wrote: Mon Jun 16, 2025 8:13 pm You were likely wise to forgo the revenge pantsing. He would probably have gone after you subsequently. You might have then been in the hallway or elsewhere at school in just your underpants if he took your shirt, too.

Thanks! I think you're totally right. I was especially scrawny then so they totally could have overpowered me at any point and stripped/humiliated me to their heart's content. He had taken people's shirts unprovoked before (luckily not me!) so that fear was certainly a contributing factor. I don't want to know what he would have done to me if I gave him a real reason to humiliate me, but it doesn't stop me from thinking about the what-if in pantsing him...

Memory unlocked!

It was my friends 9 or 10th birthday.
Our moms were close so I was dropped off to play beforehand.
We were in her basement when she said she needed to go pee.
She invited me into the bathroom with her and pulled her pants and panties down and sat on the toilet and went!
I saw everything!
It was exciting, but being so young, nothing happened.
Thinking back, even that young, playing with myself was a favorite pastime.
If she’d asked me to go pee next, or even just show her my penis, I probably would have!

I remember being surprised as a 6-year-old when my 7-year-old female cousin told me that she was "jealous of boys because they can pee standing up." Truly mystified, I asked her why she could not pee standing up?

We were in their backyard. My cousin pulled down her jeans and panties, squatted down on the lawn and let go a stream. She then said, "Now you know, Nick, why girls can't pee standing up." An educational moment to be sure!

idk if this is missed Opportunity for others or not.

When I was around 13 years, I took bath. Usually I don't take towel with me but My mother would always get me the towel those days. This usually don't happen but my mother was so busy in kitchen that she said "No one is in the house, Go and get the towel yourself". I carefree walking the path to the bed room where Towels and cloths are kept. I need to cross Hall for that. One of my Aunt along with her Daughter who was my age were in the Kitchen with my Mother. The thing is, Hall is the center of the house. When I go to any room from any other room, I got to go though the hall. I went from Bathroom that was build in closed backyard sort of thing to the bedroom inside. as I was going, I saw my Aunt and daughter in the kitchen looking my way. I was strong enough to not react but I saw them seeing me but they didn't realize that I know about this. I simply went to bedroom all scared and embarrassed. I Then heard my Aunt saying this incident to my mother that I had grown a lot. My mother then realized what happened. She understood that my Aunt and her daughter both saw me walking to the bedroom. She then told them, not to mention about this to me because I would be pissed off if they saw me. Kinda weird. I was pissed off because my mother didn't give me towel that day and pissed off because they saw me. But I didn't speak a word nor acted like I am pissed off. I thought it was best if they never know that I know that they saw me. i wonder if my mother didn't say them to hide it from me. I was 13 and didn't know about enm but now that I am 28, I wish to relive those memories.
Sorry for my bad English

Likely a mixture of adolescent embarrassment that they momentarily saw you naked, then a kind of excitement that it happened. They knew & you knew but no one mentioned it, kind of adding to the surreptitious thrill of exposure.

Okay, this is one from my teenage years. I was on a holiday with a group of friends. It was hot, it was sunny, so we spent a lot of time at the hotel pool. As did, unsurprisingly, many of the other hotel guests. The adults mainly sunbathed on the loungers on the poolside but the pool was generally filled with kids of all ages. As late teens, we were some of the oldest in there, but we made ourselves popular with lots of parents by playing with the younger ones and keeping them occupied. We didn't all speak the same language, but that didn't stop us horsing around and having water fights together.

A few of the younger teen and pre-teen boys and girls would occasionally try to pants other boys of their swim shorts while they were in the pool. Pointing and wiggling a finger at a boy who's just been depantsed is universal and needs no words or translation. My friends and I mostly stayed out of such antics, leaving that type of game to the younger ones. Partly because we didn't want to become victims ourselves, especially the girls but also us boys. I'd always make sure my own swim shorts were securely tied.

But then, towards the end of the week, one of the more boisterous kids, who would've been about 12 or 13 and was the unofficial leader of a big group of them, was prancing around on the poolside, showing off and throwing things to the kids in the pool. He wore baggy Bermuda shorts that hung low on his skinny, almost non-existant hips. Most of my group of friends were in the pool at the time, but I was out on the poolside as well and about to jump in. I was some distance back from the pool, behind this kid. He hadn't noticed I was there. I realised it would be so easy to grab the sides of those baggy shorts and yank them down. Then he wouldn't just be showing off to the other kids, he'd be showing EVERYTHING to the other kids.

I crept up silently. He remained unaware of my presence, although some of his audience saw me sneaking up. My hands reached out toward him...

I shoved him square in the back. He cartwheeled his arms madly for a second in an almost cartoonish way, trying to keep his balance, before toppling forward and splashing loudly and ungracefully, face-first into the pool. Everyone laughed. Several kids swam forward to grab him and dunk him under again when he surfaced. He wasn't hurt, other than his pride. He spluttered and looked around to see me grinning on the side, and grinned back at me, as if to say, "Fair play!"

Probably, I made the right choice. If I'd ACTUALLY stripped him naked in front of everyone and his parents saw, or if he got upset and ran to tell them, I could've been in big trouble. So I settled for making him suffer a lesser indignity instead. It was still funny, just not AS funny. He spoke English, and I kind of wish I'd told him just how close he'd come to showing off his pubescent boy parts to everyone, to see how he reacted. But I didn't.

BareB4U wrote: Fri Jul 11, 2025 6:08 pm Probably, I made the right choice. If I'd ACTUALLY stripped him naked in front of everyone and his parents saw, or if he got upset and ran to tell them, I could've been in big trouble.

You would also have left yourself open to the danger of him seeking REVENGE!

You may have tied your trunks tightly, but that wouldn’t have stopped him if he’d got his entire ‘gang’ to help strip you!

Robert Brooks wrote: Sun Jul 13, 2025 5:32 pm You would also have left yourself open to the danger of him seeking REVENGE!

You may have tied your trunks tightly, but that wouldn’t have stopped him if he’d got his entire ‘gang’ to help strip you!

Stripped by a gang of younger kids, in front of everyone in the pool? Including my group of friends, who included guys and girls who had never seen me in anything less than my underwear? That would've been... yikes!

Ooh, so double missed opportunity, both the opportunity to strip someone else and the opportunity to experience getting stripped yourself, all in one.

femdestitute wrote: Tue Jun 17, 2025 3:07 am

NickTwisp wrote: Mon Jun 16, 2025 8:13 pm You were likely wise to forgo the revenge pantsing. He would probably have gone after you subsequently. You might have then been in the hallway or elsewhere at school in just your underpants if he took your shirt, too.

Thanks! I think you're totally right. I was especially scrawny then so they totally could have overpowered me at any point and stripped/humiliated me to their heart's content. He had taken people's shirts unprovoked before (luckily not me!) so that fear was certainly a contributing factor. I don't want to know what he would have done to me if I gave him a real reason to humiliate me, but it doesn't stop me from thinking about the what-if in pantsing him...

But just think, you could have had another amazing story to tell us, possibly one that involved your entire school finding out what your penis looks like.