STOLEN CLOTHES - PART 3
  BY: Hooked6 
  
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  Copyright December 1, 1999 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved.
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  STOLEN CLOTHES 
  BY: Hooked6
  
  Part 3
  
  
  As I stood naked in the grasp of Mrs. Hampton, a popular
  teacher at school, I saw Tracy and Amanda race away in their
  car. They saw my predicament and wisely fled the scene.
  "Jonathan! What do you think you are doing young man?" asked
  Mrs. Hampton in a stern and intimidating tone.
  
  "I. . . uh. . . it's not my fault. . . honest! It was Tracy.
  She did this," I cried. Mrs. Hampton was not moved. She had
  heard her fill of lame excuses in her day and was sure I was
  up to no good. "I'm surprised at you!" she said. "I saw you
  in the store acting like a pervert and now this! I have
  known Tracy Barker for years. She's a sweet and innocent
  young girl. Don't try and blame your perverted behavior on
  her, young man. Now you come along with me!"
  
  Mrs. Hampton grabbed my ear and with a twist, marched me out
  into the parking lot toward her mini-van. I protested and
  maintained my innocence but to no avail! People were
  laughing and pointing at me as I passed naked between the
  rows of cars - getting a lecture from this matronly lady
  holding firmly onto my ear as we walked. Everyone could tell
  I was in trouble and seemed to want to stop and enjoy my
  humiliation. I wanted to be ANYWHERE but there. It wasn't
  even MY FAULT!
  
  Upon arriving at her van, she opened the side door and
  shoved me in. Mrs. Hampton got in and started the engine and
  we were on our way. "Where," I stammered, "Where are you
  taking me?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Mrs. Hampton
  slammed on the breaks and turned around with an angry look
  on her face and said, "YOU had best be quiet young man! I am
  so ashamed of you I just can't think right now. Wait until
  your mother hears about this!" She kept mumbling under her
  breath and continued driving.
  
  As we entered the highway, my thoughts turned away from how
  much trouble I was in and returned once again to how naked I
  was. . .  in broad daylight and driving down busy streets!
  My teacher was seeing me nude! I quickly used my hands to
  cover myself and slid lower in my seat. I was sure that
  everyone passing by could tell that I was naked in the van
  and almost everyone looked familiar to me. Did they
  recognize me? Was that. . .?   No. . .it couldn't be.
  
  After a while, Mrs. Hampton turned into a grocery store
  parking lot and found a place to park. "I have to get a few
  things while I am out this way and I need to walk a bit and
  cool off my temper. YOU had better BE here when I get back."
  With that, she left. I was sitting naked in the back of a
  minivan in a public parking lot. I shivered at every voice,
  every car door sound I heard. I slumped low in the hope that
  no one would spy my condition and I kept a watchful eye on
  the passersby. What was I to do? I was miles from home and I
  could only imagine the horrors that awaited me. I looked
  around for something to cover myself with, but like the old
  lady herself, her van was impeccably clean. Not even a piece
  of scrap paper to use as covering.
  
  Suddenly I was jolted back to reality at the site before me.
  There was Mrs. Hampton coming out of the store with a cart
  full of groceries being pushed by Susan, a girl from my
  school!! She COULDN"T be serious!! What was she thinking? I
  curled up into a ball and hid low on the seat. Peeking over
  ever so carefully over the top of the middle bench seat, I
  saw them getting closer and closer. Soon they reached the
  back of the van and Mrs. Hampton opened the back hatch. She
  began carefully placing the bags into the back of the van
  all the while talking to Susan. Mrs. Hampton then stopped in
  mid-sentence and said in a commanding voice, "Jonathan! Sit
  up and BEHAVE yourself! Stop fooling around."
  
  I slowly sat up on the bench facing away from her, hoping
  the back of the bench seat would hide my condition from
  Susan. "What's wrong Mrs. Hampton?" asked Susan innocently.
  "Is Jonathan in some kind of trouble?" Mrs. Hampton changed
  her demeanor and calmly answered, "I caught this creep
  lurking around the beach without any clothes on today
  chasing after girls."
  
  I heard a giggle from Susan and then she asked, "Is he
  really NAKED in there?" There was more laughter from the
  both of them now as the teacher said, "If you don't believe
  me, see for yourself!"
  
  The two of them walked to the side of the van and the
  teacher slowly opened the door. My heart was pounding so
  hard I thought it was going to jump right out of my chest! I
  was sitting there with both hands covering my crotch dying
  with embarrassment. Susan's eyes got big as she exclaimed,
  "OH MY GOD!"  Susan looked me up and down with a smile that
  I'll never forget - like a cat that had just gotten away
  with something! There was an awkward moment of silence, then
  Mrs. Hampton held out several plastic bags of groceries and
  said, "Jonathan. . . put these in the back seat, the trunk
  is full."
  
  I couldn't reach the bags and place them in the back without
  getting up. I carefully stood up a bit, reaching for the
  bags with one hand and keeping the other one covering my
  crotch. The bags were too awkward to manage with one hand,
  however, and things began to slip. "Careful you IDIOT! Use
  BOTH hands. There are EGGS in there!" barked the teacher. I
  quickly reacted without thinking as I saw the carton of eggs
  begin to fall out of one of the bags. I reached up with my
  other hand and quickly caught the slipping items, leaving me
  exposed to the young girl. Her hilarious laughter made me
  realize how foolish I must have looked. My naked cock had to
  pass just inches from her face leaning inside the doorway,
  as I negotiated the small aisle between the middle seat and
  the back of the van. Everything was too much for me. As I
  returned to my position in the middle seat, my eyes caught
  hers and Susan was definitely staring at my now hardening
  cock. I was too embarrassed to say anything. Mrs. Hampton
  had to break up the show by saying, "Thank you, Susan. See
  you at school in the fall." I heard Susan squeaking with
  delight as she pushed the now empty cart back to the store.
  
  Once again we were on our way. Shortly, we entered a
  subdivision and after passing many houses, stopped in front
  of a modest home, which I took to be hers. I sat quietly in
  the van while she unloaded the groceries and took them into
  the house. Now what? I wondered what would happen next. Soon
  she returned and yet again, we road off onto public streets
  with me still naked in the back. Not another word was said
  on the journey.
  
  Soon I began to spy familiar places. OH NO! We were heading
  toward my home already! Sure enough, in no time at all, she
  stopped at my house and my mom's car was in the driveway!
  This was it. I was a dead man!
  
  Mrs. Hampton opened the side door and grabbed at my ear,
  pulling me from my perch and hauling my naked butt across
  the lawn. My mom had noticed the strange van pull up and was
  standing at the open front door witnessing the strange site
  before her. Here I was being forcibly dragged toward my own
  mother - NAKED!" My mom looked on with horror as she
  exclaimed, "JONATHAN!"
  
  "I am Mrs. Hampton, a teacher a your son's school. I caught
  him running around naked at the beach chasing after girls
  this afternoon. I thought you would want to know." She said.
  The look on my mom's face said it all as I stood there
  helplessly. 
  
  "I'm ashamed of you! Get in the house this instant!" she
  ordered. Mrs. Hampton continued to drag me into the living
  room and both women sat on the couch while I now stood in
  the center of the room. "What am I to DO with you. I just
  don't know what gets into you," said my mom.
  
  "BUT MOM!" I protested, "It wasn't like that. I can
  explain!"
  
  "Nothing you can say can explain away the fact that you are
  naked. . . my own son. . . naked here before and one of his
  teachers. You are really going to get it now." My face
  turned beet red and I looked towards the floor. The site of
  my cock reminded me that I was all too exposed before my own
  mother. She hadn't seen me this way since I was a little
  boy!
  
  Mrs. Hampton intervened. I have seen this type of behavior
  before. Perverts like Jonathan here think that they are so
  well endowed that everyone wants to see them!" She pointed
  at my cock and continued, "No woman that I know would get
  excited over a little thing like that!" Her words sliced me
  to the quick. I was never so humiliated in all my life. A
  TEACHER was making fun of my manhood! How could I ever face
  her in class again knowing what she had seen, and what she
  thought of my cock.
    
  "Anyway," she said, "The only way to cure this type of
  behavior is to nip it in the bud. Make him ashamed of
  himself and his behavior so that he will NEVER want to do
  this thing again."
  
  My mom agreed. "If he hates clothes so much maybe he
  shouldn't wear any for awhile. But first, a sound spanking
  is in order." My mom went into the other room and returned
  with a ping pong paddle. Se bent me over so that my hands
  touched the arm of the couch and gave the paddle to my
  teacher!
  
  I couldn't believe this! I was going to be spanked by my
  teacher! WHACK! The first paddle blow struck home. I was
  bound and determined that I wasn't going to give either of
  them the satisfaction of seeing me cry! WHACK! Another blow,
  this one harder than the first. This kept up awhile with
  pauses between blows so that I wasn't sure when the next was
  coming.
  
  Soon a weird thing happened. To this day I'll never
  understand it. I got an erection! Here I am in severe pain
  and I'm getting a boner! WHACK! The paddle fell yet again.
  
  Mrs. Hampton noticed my cock and said, "Look there! Now we
  can really see what a pervert he is. He needs to be taught a
  serious lesson!"
  
  My mom took over and paddled my now burning behind. "Maybe
  next time you get perverted thoughts like this you'll think
  twice," she said. She intended on inflicting even more pain
  to my already sore behind and making me concentrate on my
  sins. She was sooooo wrong. All I could think about was
  getting revenge on Tracy. And I would too!