A More Humilating Punishment

[HitchingARide]

This story is based heavily by a story written by Dunbarbarian0 titled “The Ultimate Humiliation. While this story can be read and understood without reading that one, Dunbarbarian0’s story is very well written and I encourage you to read it first.


A More Humiliating Punishment

Cory Jones knew all about his neighbor’s punishment. He had been outside, even though it was after supper time. He knew that Michael and his brother had a babysitter, one he’d had up until he was 9 years old. The fact that Michael was 12 and still had a sitter was something he’d teased the boy about a few times.

He saw the babysitter, Jennifer, leave, and just before the front door to the Sullivan’s house closed, he heard Jennifer say, “Next time, be like your little brother. Good night, boys."

The sitter left without looking around. She hadn’t seen Cory behind the tree in the front yard.

A minute later, a lamp in the Sullivan’s living room was turned on. Cory noticed there was a small gap at the bottom of the shades, and made his way to the window. The lamp was pointed directly to where Michael stood, looking totally scared. Cory saw Michael’s brother Peter sitting on a chair, staring at his brother.

This close to the window, Cory could hear what was being said.

"I expect full obedience, from start to finish," Michael’s mother said. “Take off your socks, your pants, and your underwear. Be quick.”

Cory looked back to the light. Michael stood there for several seconds before taking off his socks. Michael looked at his brother, and Cory laughed silently, knowing how horrible it would be for the twelve-year-old to get naked in front of his ten-year-old little brother.

Michael let his pants fall to his ankles and step out of them. Cory had to keep from laughing out loud when he saw that Michael still wore briefs. He watched as the kid tried to pull his shirt down, but it was too short to cover him. Then he heard Mrs. Sullivan say, “I am waiting, Michael.”

Michael shut his eyes, and pulled his briefs down. This time, Cory couldn’t keep his giggle silent as he saw that Michael’s dick was no more than 3 inches long and he didn’t have any pubic hair yet. He had to duck down in case they heard him.

Once he got his giggling under control, he raised his head to the bottom of the window. Michael was now across his mother’s lap, his butt up in the air. As he watched, the spanking began. Cory counted them out. Thirty-six! Michael was sobbing when it ended. He lay over his mother’s waist for a few seconds, tears dripping on the floor. Then he pushed himself up and off of his mother’s lap.

Cory turned and looked to where Peter sat. He thought the younger brother looked smug. Comfortable to be able to see that despite two years difference in age, his brother’s junk probably looked exactly like his own.

Cory was about to leave, but he heard Mrs. Sullivan speak and stopped. He heard her refer to Michael as a little boy. He listened harder.

“You may be getting taller, but the only hair on your body is on your head. Below that, you’re bald as a baby.”

With those words being recorded in his brain, Cory got out from under the window and hurried home.

That evening, while his mom and dad were out ‘on a date’ as Cory put it, he told Adam all about watching Michael get punished.

“The best part was that he’s still just a little boy! Even his mother said he was. He was as hairless down below as you and Peter, and his dick was about the size of my thumb.”

“What makes you think I don’t have hair down there?” his brother asked.

“Shit, you’re ten, the same as Peter.”

“I’m eleven, my birthday was four months ago. And how do you know all about Michael’s punishment?”

Cory realized that perhaps he’d said too much. “Don’t you dare even think of telling Mom or Dad. You do, and I will get you back.” He didn’t wait for his brother to respond, instead, he went out the front door, ignoring the order to stay inside after dark.


The next day, it was clear that Adam had heeded his warning, as neither of his parents said anything. He had a basketball practice at nine, and he had plans for as soon as the coach left.

He passed the word to the other boys on the 13 and under team to hang around, that he had something to show them. They practiced hard, but as soon as it was over, the coach left. Everyone lived right in the neighborhood, so no parents were there to pick up their sons.

Michael had no idea what Cory had planned. He hoped it would be porn. Maybe some old magazines that showed naked girls. It wasn’t until Cory Jones was standing directly in front of him that he realized that something was wrong.

“You don’t belong on this team,” Cory began. “You’re as hairless as a baby. And you still get spanked. Lower your pants and show the others what a little boy you are, and how red your ass is.”

Michael was scared of Cory. He’d been the victim of verbal abuse and threats several times in the past. But he was on the bench, and the rest of the team was between him and the way out. He scanned their faces. Some looked sympathetic, and some looked eager to see if he’d really drop his pants.

As he looked at Craig Nelson, the boy even asked, “You get spanked? Come on, I want to see your ass. Drop your pants.”

“Yeah, another boy closer to him laughed. “Show us.”

“Do it, or I’ll strip you naked and toss your clothes out in the parking lot” Cory said.

Fearful that the bully would do it, Michael had the same horrible feeling as the day before when his brother learned that they were identical down below. But now it was eleven other boys. Eight of them were thirteen, including Cory. He couldn’t let them see him!

A few seconds went by and then Cory grabbed him. “I’ll hold him, you guys strip him,” he said to the rest of the team.

“Okay, but his clothes stay here in the gym,” Sammy West said. “I’m not going to have him out there naked where any adults going by can see him.”

That was voiced by a few other teens on the team.

Cory gave in. “Okay, just pull his pants and underpants down. And I’ll bet he’s wearing briefs.”

There was no chance to survive this without being seen, but Michael had too much to lose to let it happen without a struggle. But once two other boys helped Cory hold him, his basketball shorts were soon down to his knees.

“You were right, Cory.” One boy laughed. “He’
s wearing briefs, not boxers.” A second later, those briefs joined his shorts around his ankles.
“Shit, he really is a little boy,” Danny Bentmore laughed. He hoped this wasn’t going to become a ritual however. He could now see that he wasn’t the only kid on the team who wore briefs and didn’t have hair yet.

“Turn him around and let’s see his ass,” Cory ordered. Seconds later, the rest of Michael’s teammates were looking at his still slightly red butt.

As the boys continued to tease and laugh at Michael, none of them saw that Peter Sullivan and Adam Jones were looking through the door to the gym.

“Your brother is a prick,” Peter said. “My brother got spanked yesterday. It made me sad even though he makes fun of me. But his privates and mine are about identical.”

“Yeah, I know, Cory told me what happened. Why was he there?”

Peter looked confused. “He wasn’t. It was just me, Michael, and our mom.”

“So how did he know what Michal looked like? Or that he wears briefs?” Adam asked.

“I don’t know, but I think I’m going to tell Mom. She’ll deal with it.” The boys looked into the gym and saw that the other guys were coming out and leaving. Michael was pushed as he was trying to pull his clothing back up, and Adam got a look at his privates. Even from across the court, he could see that he and Michael looked about the same down there.

“Let’s get out of here before they realize we were watching,” Peter said.

Later that afternoon, Adam was called to come inside. He’d been sitting on the back porch, trying to decide if he should tell his mom about what Cory did to Michael Sullivan. As he entered, he saw Mrs. Sullivan with his mom.

“Adam, I have a few questions to ask you, and I need you to answer them honestly,” his mom began.

He cut her off. “You want to know if Cory convinced his team to pants Michael Sullivan after basketball practice. He did, and I was there, but neither Michael nor Cory saw me. He made fun of, uh, how Michael looked, uh down here.” He pointed to his groin. “And he knew that Michael had been spanked, and some quotes his mother said to him. I don’t know how he knew all that.”

“Well, that saves a lot of time,” his mother said.

“Some quotes,” Mrs. Sullivan said. “Like what?”

“Something about you saying Michael was a little boy. I don’t remember exactly.” Adam looked down at the floor. “Sorry. I guess I should have told you, Mom. But Cory threatened me. I guess Peter was braver than I am.”

“That answered every question I had for you,” his mom said. “Do you have any other questions, Anne?”

“No, he confirmed everything Peter and Michael said. Thank you very much for telling us. The fact that you knew what we were going to ask before we asked it proves that you are telling the truth.”

“I’ll get to work on his punishment,” his mom said to Mrs. Sullivan as she was leaving. Then she turned to Adam. “Don’t say a thing to Cory about this. I will make sure that he does not know how we found out what he did. You are permitted, in fact, encouraged, to lie to him and say you never said a word to me or your father.”

“That same protection will apply to Peter,” Mrs. Sullivan stated. “You boys did the right thing.”

Two days later it was Saturday morning. Michael didn’t have a game until four in the afternoon, and he was about to head out and find something to do when his dad told him to stay inside. He wouldn’t say why.

Over the next hour, however, all the other boys on the team came to the house, accompanied by their parents. They were told to hang around. They all wondered what was up. They didn’t normally have a practice or anything before a game.

When Michael Sullivan arrived, his younger brother was with him. One girl was there too, Jason Simmon’s sister, Carley. Once the last one arrived, Cory’s dad motioned for him and Adam to lead the other boys downstairs.

Once in the basement, Cory almost panicked. The basement had been cleared of stuff. In the far corner was a small couch, next to it a light. It looked a lot like Michael Sullivan’s living room the evening he watched the boy get spanked.

Cory’s mother began as soon as it got quiet. She looked squarely at her oldest son. For the tenth time at least, she wondered if this was the right thing to do. And then she replayed the image of her oldest forcing Michael to get stripped and knew it was justified.

“Cory, are you aware that five days ago, Michael Sullivan was punished by his mother for the way he behaved?”

She knows, he thought. He looked to where Adam stood. He must have told her.

“Your brother has not told me of anything you’ve done. He almost never does. I’m asking you. Were you aware of Michael’s punishment?”

He wondered why the whole team was here. And their parents too. What is going on?

His mother gave a silent count to thirty. When Cory still didn’t answer, she turned to Danny Bentmore. “Danny, you were at practice a few days ago. Did my son say anything about Michael?”

Danny wished he could disappear. He’d been spanked already by his dad for lying about what happened after practice. His father had known everything. Someone had told.

“Don’t make it worse,” Danny’s father said. “Just answer the question.”

“Yeah, he knew that Michael didn’t have hair. I mean, down below. And that he’d been spanked.”

“Did any other of you boys hear my son say such things?”

At first, only a couple of boys spoke up, but then with some gentle encouragement from a parent, the rest all admitted it too.

“Cory, I ask you again. Did you know about his punishment?”

Cory was pissed. He was going to find out who squealed on him, and that boy was going to wish he’d never been born. “Yeah,” he admitted.

“How did you know?” his mom asked.

Maybe she knew, and maybe she didn’t. Again, Cory looked at Adam. And again, his mother spoke.

“Even when asked directly, he said you didn’t say anything to him. I believe him, as a punishment for lying to me was very clearly explained to him. You are going to be punished, once, as part of the team. And worse, for what you did to Michael. It will be a severe punishment. But by being evasive, or not answering questions at all, you are making it worse. How did you know?”

“I was under the front window. I could hear through the glass, and the blinds didn’t go all the way down, so I could see it.”

In his mind, Cory was remembering the horror on Michael’s face when his mother said she was going to make his punishment embarrassing. She allowed, no, that wasn’t correct. She required that Peter watch it too. And she made her oldest son get naked from the waist down. And now he feared that same thing was going to happen to him. Only if it did, the whole team was going to watch. And maybe their mothers and Carley as well.

Cory had never felt his legs shake before, but they were now. He felt dizzy at the thought of all these kids and adults seeing him. Crying, like Michael had been. And even though he had hair and a bigger dick, he couldn’t stand the thought of it being exposed to his team mates.

His mother looked around the room. “Each of you has been questioned by your parents. As you know, we already knew what role you played. Whether or not you participated. Whether you spoke to his defense, or hoped to see him naked. For some of you, it took some persuasion to get you to be honest. All of you want to know who reported this. I’ve seen several of you look to Peter Sullivan and my other son, Adam. Neither of them said a word to any of us adults. I won’t name who it was because I fear you will retaliate and cause damage to her property, but a woman, slightly older than any of your moms, happened to be in the rec center that day after practice. She heard some shouting, and stopped at the far door. She listened, and watched for a minute or two after you boys exposed Michael.”

Cory’s dad stepped forward. “As we agreed, the punishments are going to be based more on humiliation than pain. We men are going to go upstairs and leave it to your moms to conduct it.” He looked at one of the boys.

“Jason, you can ask your sister to take care of your punishment, or you can pick any of the other mothers here to do it. You, and all the other boys, will be naked for it.”

Everyone knew that Jason’s mom had died when he was a baby. Jason looked at his sister. Carley was fourteen, a year older than him. And she had been a substitute mother for him since he was a toddler.

“You,” he said softly.

“What, uh, how will he be punished?” Carley asked.

“It varies, based on the role each boy played,” Mrs. Jones explained. “Because Jason stayed in the background and didn’t help to strip Michael or make any comments about his development, his father assigned him four strokes by hand.”

Carley tried to stay focused on her brother. But she suddenly knew that she was in a room with 11 other boys, all of whom were going to be naked in a few minutes. She really wanted to stay and see that. “How hard does it have to be?
”
“I leave that up to you. Some of the boys here are getting more, some less. I don’t know how hard their mothers plan on hitting them. You can watch for a few seconds and get and idea from that and then do what you think is fair.”

“Wait a second,” Cory interrupted. “You said I was going to be naked. If she stays, she is going to see me.”

“And the other boys too,” his mother turned to face him. “As your father just said, this is a lesson in humiliation. Something Michael Sullivan had to do. And something that you made far worse for him. And not a single boy on the team did anything to help save Michael from you.”

The other boys were all blushing, clearly thinking of having a fourteen-year-old girl see them naked. The mothers were bad enough. Plus, the other boys. But none of them wanted a girl just a little older than them. But hearing Mrs. Jones answer to her son told them that if Carley agreed to do it, she was going to see them; there was nothing they could say that was going to change that.

Carley did her best to look motherly. She shrugged. “I can do four strokes, I guess.”

The room was quiet for a moment. Then Mr. Jones said, “I guess it is time to let the moms begin their punishments. For us, beer awaits us upstairs.” Before moving, he addressed the boys again. “But if we need to return because one or more of you cannot follow the rules of the punishment, we will. That boy, or boys, will be punished by his dad. And then he will still face the one his mother chose for him.” With that stated clearly, he and the other fathers left.

“Boys, when I say go, you have one minute to be naked. Completely naked. No shoes, no socks; everything off. Not being naked when that minute is up will increase your punishment. Go.”

For the first ten seconds, none of the boys moved. Mrs. Jones repeated her warning, adding that they only had fifty seconds left to be totally naked.

Doug Watts moved first. He was one of the twelve-year-old boys. He pulled his shirt over his head while kicking off his sneakers at the same time. Once the other boys saw that he was stripping, they all began.

Mrs. Jones actually let the time run late without saying anything. She understood how hard it was for the boys to strip in front of all the mothers and now Carley too. The last one naked, her oldest son, was done in about one and a half minutes.

“We’ll go in alphabetical order by last name,” Cory’s mom stated. “Donna, I believe that means Danny is first.”

Danny’s mom gave her son a slight push to get him moving. In order to get there, he had to walk two feet in front of Carley Thompson. He saw her eyes go down as he passed and covered up.

His mom had expected that, and stopped him right in front of the girl. “Move those hands. Do not cover up or I’ll add more.” She looked around the room. “That goes for all of you. Do not cover up or the punishment will be increased.”

She made her son stand in front of Carley for a few seconds before moving on to the couch. She turned on the lamp, which lit the whole area in bright light. She sat down not quite in the center of the couch.

“Turn around and face your team mates.” She waited until he was facing back at the circle of boys and mothers. The light was like a spotlight on a stage, brightly illuminating her son.

“Danny, you admitted that you said that Michael really is a little boy, pointing to his lack of pubic hair. Funny thing though, you don’t look all that grown up yourself. I see just a few tiny hairs, and even with it nearly hard, your penis isn’t much more than three inches long.” She waited a few seconds, knowing that everyone was now looking at her son’s groin. Then she ordered her son to lean over the arm rest on her left side. His belly was over her lap, and his legs over the other arm rest. She knew that left his privates dangling for the other boys to see.

Then she continued. “For teasing Michael Sullivan, you are going to get ten strokes. Count them out loud enough for everyone to hear.”

Without any further warning, Danny felt a hard slap across his butt. He barely was able to say, “One,” before the next one arrived. Each slap echoed in the basement, as did his counting. Each one hurt. He’d didn’t remember ever being spanked before, and even though he was almost thirteen, he could feel tears forming in his eyes.

When the tenth strike landed, he was right on the verge of crying. His mother ordered him to get up. He hesitated, surprised to see that he had an erection. With a push from behind, his mother got him moving back towards the circle of boys and moms. As he passed Carley, he again covered up. His mom didn’t say a word. She grabbed him by one arm and pulled him back to the couch.

Slap. “Eleven.” Slap. “Twelve.” Slap. “Thirteen.” Slap. “Ouch. Fourteen.”

She told him to get up. This time when he passed Carley, he had tears running down his cheeks. But he didn’t cover up.

The next boy was a thirteen-year-old. He did his best to not look as he passed Carley, who he knew was looking at him. His dick began to rise as his mother took a seat on the couch. He hadn’t made it worse for Michael, so his mother said he was getting five. But she made them hurt.

It went around the room in alphabetical order, skipping Cory, until the last boy, Sammy West, was done. For going against Cory’s plan to dump Michael’s clothes in the parking lot, he only got three, and his mother didn’t hit him all that hard. But he, like the nine boys ahead of him, had to walk right in front of Carley twice.

Mrs. Jones moved to the center of the basement. “All of who have been punished so far may now get dressed. While you are doing that, I have something I need to do with Cory.” She turned to her son. “Come here.”

Cory had watched each of his teammates get spanked. Each had been forced to stand for a few seconds facing the rest of the team and their mothers, and Carley. He knew his was going to be worse, and that scared the hell out of him.

As he made his way to the center of the room where his mother stood, the fear grew rapidly. He thought for a few seconds he might even puke. Every boy and mother was looking at him, including Adam, Michael, and Michael’s little brother.

He turned to where Michael sat outside the circle. “Michael, I’m sorry.” He hoped it might make some kind of difference.

“Here is what is going to happen to you,” his mother began. “For starters, I see you do have pubic hair. That is going to be removed.” She paused, seeing her son’s eyes grow even wider with fear.

Cory wished he really would pass out. Then his mother wouldn’t be able to do anything to him. But his heart was strong, and even though it was pumping about a million times a second, his head cleared. His mother was going to make him bald down below, and every other person in the basement was going to see it happen.

His mom pulled out a special razor she had purchased just yesterday. It was specifically designed to remove a man’s pubic hair. It was called the Lawn Mower. She bent down and ordered her son to move his hands behind his back.

This had to be a nightmare Cory thought for a moment. It can’t be real. But the sound was louder than he imagined, and he could feel tiny hairs landing on his bare feet as his mom moved the razor across the inch or so of the hair that he had above his penis. Then she did his balls.

When she was done, she turned him slowly around, allowing every boy and mother to see him. The worse point was when he was turned to Carley. His mom kept him pointed her way for a few extra seconds.

For him, this was the worse punishment he could have ever imagined.

“In the future, we will use a spray to keep you that way. You will not be allowed to have pubic hair until Michael Sullivan does.”

She has to be kidding, he thought to himself. “How will I know?”

“You can ask him, but he is allowed to lie if he wants. The only way to know for sure is to ask him to show you. But doing that will cause you to get a spanking.”

“Mom…” he began. He had to somehow change her mind.

"You showed no respect at all for Michael. His punishment was to be witnessed only by his younger brother. But you not only watched, but then told every other boy on your team.”

His mother had said that he was to be punished by humiliation. He had thought being seen naked was that part, and that it was almost over. The spanking would hurt, but the other guys had only gotten between two and fifteen hits, and he could stand that. But the loss of his pubes, and the need to ask Michael if his had grown in yet was total humiliation.


“Now, little boy, let’s move to the couch.” She put her hands on his shoulders and gently got him moving. When they passed Carley, she let him cover up, but stopped him and held him in place until he realized why and moved his own hands.

This was far worse than any nightmare of being naked in school had ever been. He was totally exposed to over a dozen people. A girl a year older than him was right in front of him. And then his mother moved him to the couch and turned him around just as all the other mothers had done.


“For your lead role in Michael’s humiliation, you will receive four times your age. Thirteen each for being disobedient, disrespectful, cruel, and setting a poor example for your teammates. That is 52 smacks in total before this part is done.”

Without waiting for a response, she sat down and then had him get over the armrest. She began immediately, telling him to count out every one of the strokes.

The first ten were not bad, especially since they were divided between each butt cheek. But by the time he was at twenty, his ass was starting to burn. Thirty had him blinking back tears. It continued. Forty was almost more than he could take. He struggled, trying to get up, but his mom easily held him in place.

As Cory sobbed out number forty-four, Michael suddenly stood and entered the circle. “Stop,” he yelled. “He’s had enough. I’ll take the last eight.”

Cory’s mom let the last strike land, but it had no force behind it at all. She let her oldest stay in position as he openly cried. After a few minutes, the tears slowed down, and she told him to get up.

“Come here, Michael,” she said.

Wondering if he’d made a mistake, Michael moved to the couch. Once there, he began removing his pants, but Mrs. Jones stopped him.

“You don’t have to do this,” she said to him.

“Yeah, I do. I said I would. He’s had enough, I should know.” He continued to remove his clothes until he was naked. He even turned to face the circle, the bright lamp shining on his hairless privates.

“He still has to stay hairless. Kids in gym will see him in the showers. He’ll be made fun of. I can take eight. I want to do this. To show him that there is such a thing as forgiveness. For supporting team mates. I’m ready when you are.” He’d seen Carley looking closely at him, and it caused his dick to get partially erect.

The eight strokes were so soft it wasn’t even the least bit painful. Michael counted them out, and then got up and stood next to Cory, who by then had managed to control his tears.
“Cory, look at me. Look closer.”

Cory turned and looked. He didn’t know what the kid wanted.

“No, not my face. Look down.”

Confused, Cory looked down. At first, all he noticed was a four-inch-long boner. But then he noticed something else. A hair. Maybe two. Tiny, brown and straight, not curly. But they were above his dick and below his belly button. He finally caught on.

“Mom, he’s got hair.”

His mom got up off the couch. She made a point of not looking at Michael. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Michael, do you have pubic hair yet?”

“Three of them. Yeah, I do.”

“Then both of you can get dressed. Cory, your punishment has ended. I hope you have learned a lesson from this and start acting like you care about other people, especially those on your basketball team.”

Cory was dumbfounded. The kid he’d tormented, stripped naked, exposed, had just tossed him a lifeline. He’d saved him from further humiliation and probably another spanking. All he could do was mumble, “Thanks.”

The team lost the game that afternoon, but there was a change, led by Cory Jones. He coached from the bench when he wasn’t in the game. When on the court, he passed the ball to whoever was most open instead of just the boys his age who he liked.

That attitude continued in practices. It caught on to some of the other minor bullies on the team. It made the team much stronger, and they ended up winning their division.


Cory’s pubes began to grow back in a week instead of the several weeks it might have taken if Michael hadn’t stepped in. He still got laughed at after gym, but it was mostly good-natured laughter, not mean like he normally would have given.

He asked Michael why he’d done what he had. He should have been gloating, knowing he could keep him hairless for weeks. Maybe even months. But all Michael would say was that his punishment, the one from his mom, had changed his attitude. He liked himself better. And he was pleased that he had helped Cory to become a better person too.

The End

[extr200]

Such a gorgeous story, packed with emotion and raw feelings, and all of it masterfully seasoned with some truly amazing ENM episodes.

[NickTwisp]

Wow...an erotic story, a group of 11-13 age boys nude (& spanked, some crying) front of mothers & one female peer, with a moral lesson near the end. Really a well-conceived story plot.

I was thinking that basketball practice would be kind of awkward henceforth...apparently not the case.

[steam train]

Thank you for posting. I loved reading the original and your sequel maintained the high quality.