Seven Naked Ambersons Chapter 1
by Nap
copyright 2002 by Nap, all rights reserved
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Note This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author
utterly condemns any form of actual abuse physical,
sexual, psychological and emotional to any person of any
age.
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Mrs Amberson was at the end of her tether. The riot of
getting the kids off to school that morning had left her at
the point of nervous exhaustion. It was all very well her
husband to go off searching for the lost city of
Xinjhangphu, but she'd been the one left with the
responsibilities. Well, she'd reached breaking point.
Luckily help was now at hand. Just a few clicks away were
the answers to all her problems. Her husband wouldn't
approve, of course, but what the hell! He was somewhere in
the jungle up a river far away.
Mrs Amberson sat at the keyboard and brought up a form on
the screen:
Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress
NEWDD or nudie, as it was popularly pronounced was a bit
of an oddity. The Moralist government insisted that all
people were decently dressed at all times, but had recently
introduced these orders for misbehaving juveniles. Mrs
Amberson listed the names on the form:
Melody Amberson, Female, 15
Hal Amberson, Male, 13
Saskia Amberson, Female, 12
Luke Amberson, Male, 10
Flora, Amberson, Female, 9
Nathan Amberson, Male, 7
Posy Amberson, Female, 6
She gave her relationship as "Mother" and ticked almost all
the misbehaviours on the list. When she had completed all
boxes, the program told her to wait. A few seconds later
the sign came up, "Permission Granted Please Print Forms",
which she did one for each child. The program now asked:
"Do you wish for Special Punishment Authority for Notified
Children?"
This acronym SPANC was pronounced 'spank' and was popularly
supposed to mean Spanking Punishment Authority for Naughty
Kids
Mrs Amberson clicked on "Yes" and immediately the screen
said:
"Punishment Authorised Please Print Forms". When this was
done, the screen informed her that, apart from her hand,
only 'Puniform' paddles, straps and canes were allowed.
Junior 1 for Posy and Nathan, Junior 2 for Luke and Flora,
Senior 1 for Hal and Saskia, and Senior 2 for Melody. She
clicked for a supply of these and was told they would arrive
by special delivery with three hours. Satisfied with a good
half-hour's work she took it easy for the rest of the day.
Posy and Nathan arrived home from school first. She told
them to sit quietly in the family room and as each of the
other kids arrived home they joined them. Then Mrs Amberson
went in. As usual they were all squabbling and whingeing.
"Silence!" she commanded and they were shocked to obey.
"Today I applied for and have been granted 'nudie' notices
for you all."
"Mother, you can't !" Melody began.
"I can and I have. These notices begin in ten minutes time
and are of the standard seventy-two hours duration. That
means you'll be naked until the end of school on Thursday, "
she explained to the younger ones.
"Three days!" Hal cried. "You can't keep us naked for three
days!"
"There is no way I'm going to be nude in public," Melody
declared.
"Oh, we don't have to go out, do we?" Saskia demanded.
"You will all follow your normal routines," Mrs Amberson
said, "And if you try to defy me, Melody, I shall call the
Guardians."
The Guardians were group of semi-official vigilantes whose
job was correct immorality. Melody could guess how eagerly
they would volunteer to strip a 15-year-old girl.
"I have also taken out 'spank' permits for the same period
for you all, and I can promise you I shall take full
advantage of them."
"You can't smack us; it's not allowed," Luke claimed.
"It is not only allowed, but compulsory once a 'spank'
notice has been issued," his mother told him. "That's to
stop parents taking them out just as a threat."
"But you wouldn't have to tell anyone," Saskia pleaded.
"No, but you have to be filmed regularly on the videmail.
You are going to showing your red bottoms to an awful lot of
very interested people! Anyway," she went on as they
wailed, "the clock has gone on so it's time for you to
strip."
"Oh can't we at least go boys in one room and girls in the
other," begged Melody.
"Don't be silly, dear. You are going to be showing yourself
to complete strangers for the next few days, why worry about
your brothers?
Despite their last minute pleas and protests the children
knew they had no real choice and soon seven piles of
clothing were heaped around the room. "Good, now line up in
facing me in order of age." The embarrassed children sorted
themselves out and Mrs Amberson looked along the line.
Posy, 6, was a robust little girl with a bob of dark curls
and bright brown eyes.. Her solid body was practically
shapeless on her sturdy legs between which her sex was
hardly noticeable.
Nathan, 7, too was dark, but taller and slimmer than his
sister. He was usually a cheerful little boy, full of jokes
and tricks, but now he looked scared. His little willy and
balls dangled unobtrusively between his skinny legs.
Flora, 9, was very blonde, blue-eyed and freckle-faced. She
had two long thick plaits down her back. In front she had
on her chest two little bumps from which small nipples
stood. Between her legs her utterly naked vulva stood out.
Luke 10, was also blonde but curly, and blue-eyed but with a
very clear complexion. He was a strong looking, athletic
boy. No onlooker could have missed his circumcised penis
which was by far the biggest of the three boys much to his
elder brother's chagrin.
Saskia, 12, was tall and slender with light brown hair. She
had the small beginnings of breasts from which the nipples
protruded, but between her long legs no hint of hair yet
marked her developing sex.
Hal, 13, had a tousled mop of mid brown hair and a freckled,
good-looking face. He was a well-made lad, though with a
surprisingly small dick even though this had lengthened a
little at puberty. It wasn't quite so small as usual at the
moment, as it was standing from its little bed of hair and
pointing self-consciously at the ceiling.
Melody, 15, was considerable bigger and more mature than the
others. Her fair hair was very fine and she had a perfect
figure, though as yet still growing. Her breasts were firm
and pointed, her waist trim and her stomach gently rounded,
while her hips broadened deliciously. Between her legs was
a perfect triangle of fair curls.
All in all a good looking bunch, their mother decided.
"Hal! What is the meaning of that repulsive display? You
are not supposed to become excited at seeing your sisters
naked. Get rid of it at once"
Hal blushed bright red as he glanced guiltily down at his
not very impressive erection. "Sorry, Mum," he gulped,
"It's not the girls honest it's just there. I can't help
it."
"Of course you can," said his mother callously. "Get it
down the same way you do every other night!"
Hal's jaw dropped and his face glowed even brighter as his
"secret" was revealed.
"Don't deny it, you dirty little boy; I see the stains on
the sheets every morning. Come out to the front and face
the others and then toss it off!"
Miserably, Hal did as he was told, His right fist gripped
his diminutive member and he began to slide it up and down.
At first nothing happened. He was too self-conscious; it
was not like being alone in the dark with his fantasies.
But then somehow the sight of all his nude sisters and
brothers excited him and he felt a warmth of sensation begin
to grow, making his dick still stiffer and tightening his
balls. His head was now fevered with excitement as well as
shame and he could feel the pressure inexorably rising. He
began making low grunting noises rising in pitch and speed
of rhythm as he built towards a crescendo. "Ahh! Aargh!
Aarghh!" he cried as his cock spurted a fountain of milky
spunk that spattered down over his hand and dripped to the
rug.
"You nauseating brat! yelled his mother, "Lick it off your
hand before it makes any more mess!"
Hal actually put his fingers to his mouth before the salty
taste and strong smell, revolted him. He turned and made a
grab for his clothes and wiped his hand on his shirt."
""Yuk! Urrgh! Oooh!" commented the younger children and
Melody said, " That's foul! I feel sick!"
"Oh you needn't come so prim and proper, miss," her mother
said, "you do the same thing in your girlish way every
night."
"I I ," Melody stammered. Now it was her turn to have a
shameful secret exposed.
"Don't deny it. I hear you moaning away every night; you
must think I'm deaf! At least Hal usually manages it only
once. You just seem to go on and on, You must have some
itch down there!"
"Mummy!" cried the mortified teenager.
"Well, you can just come out here and give us all a
demonstration. Come on, or I shall call the Guardians.
That's better. You can get back in line, Hal. Right,
Melody, on your back on the carpet, feet towards your
brothers and sisters. That's right. Now, draw back your
legs and open your knees but why am I telling you! That's
it; open yourself up. Now, tickle that clit! Come on, we
don't want to wait all night! I want you coming so get on
with it."
Oddly enough although Melody was devastated at having to
perform such an intimate act in front of her siblings, the
very weirdness of the situation seemed to excite her, for
hardly had her fingers found the spot than she knew she had
set in motion a monster orgasm. And it didn't take long to
develop either. Little waves of sensation began to flow
over her, rising in intensity with every movement of her
long, sensitive fingers. The waves grew higher, harder,
hotter. They were lapping around her - rising higher -
washing over her flooding her body and mind.
"Oh! Ooh! Oooh! Yes! Yes! Oohahh!" As she moaned in
ecstasy, Melody's hips twisted wildly before thrusting her
pelvis repeatedly against her caressing hand and squirmed
as she ground her bottom against the rug, bumping her
buttocks on the floor.
"Hm," said Mrs Amberson, as she shame-faced Melody got
unsteadily to her feet, I don't think I'll bother to clean
that rug for the next few days."
The children now dispersed to do their homework, after which
they ate their family meal. Once the chores relating to
this were completed they were ordered back in the family
room. Once again they were lined up Posy to Melody.
"Now, said their mother," a bit more information on your
spankings. I am allowed to use only my hand or one of these
'Puniform' implements. These are made from a synthetic
material and each one of a type is exactly the same as
another to give uniformity of effect. There are three
implements in each type: paddle, strap, and cane. I am
allowed to give you up to once times your age each of the
implements, or three times your age for one. Or I can
replace twice your age by hand, for one of the implements.
Understood?"
It was clear from the puzzled look on the faces of the
younger children that they had not.
"OK," Mrs Amberson said, "let's take an actual example. Luke
is the middle one of you in age and as he's ten it will be
easy to work out. Now, in one day I could give Luke ten
strokes with paddle, plus ten with the strap plus ten with
the cane. Or I could give him 20 smacks with my hand plus
twenty with the paddle, or I could give him thirty with the
cane. Do you understand now?"
"Thirty with the cane!" Luke said wide-eyed, "That'd kill
me."
"Nonsense. The punishment has been scientifically graded so
that it cannot permanently harm any healthy child and all
of you come in that category."
The children rather doubted the assurance. Melody was
wondering what thirty hand spanks, plus fifteen with the
paddle, plus fifteen with the cane would do to her superb
cheeks. Little Posy was trying to multiply 3 x 6.
"As I explained earlier, you do not have to misbehave to be
punished and to demonstrate this I have here seven folded
labels. Four of them are blank. Three of them have the
name of an implement written on them: one 'paddle', one
'strap' and one 'cane'. You will draw one of these tickets
in turn and the child who gets an implement will receive
once times his or her age with the appropriate type."
Moans and groans and cries of protest greeted her
explanation, but she approached Posy and offered her bag of
tickets. Posy drew one, unfolded it and said "Oh!" with
wide brown eyes misting with tears Mrs Amberson looked and
read "Strap".
Nathan drew a blank. Flora went to pick one, discarded it,
and chose another. It was blank. Luke picked up the one
Flora had rejected and was condemned to "Cane". Hal drew
nervously and let out a yip of delight at his blank paper.
Poor Melody took the remaining paper, knowing it to say
"Paddle!".
Mrs Amberson picked up a footstool and put it in front of
the children. "Right, Posy, come out here and kneel on this
facing away from your brothers and sisters. Now, put your
head and hands on the floor so that your bottom sticks out
and up. Excellent," she concluded when her youngest child
was arranged. Her tiny bottom looked very vulnerable stuck
up in the air towards her watching siblings. Mrs Amberson
picked up the 'Junior 1'strap. This comprised a fairly
light short single strand of the synthetic material designed
to look like leather. It had a handle marked with one
bright yellow ring on which was written 'Junior 1 Type'.
Despite their own predicaments, the other six watched these
preparations with gleeful anticipation. The had never seen
anyone beaten before and were looking forward to the
experience.
Mrs Amberson looked again at Posy's tiny cheeks. She had a
moment of doubt and began to regret starting all this. Then
she hardened her heart. It was too late now in any case.
She drew back her arm and the strap swung down against
Posy's little bottom. Everyone was shocked by the loud
'Crack' as the strap struck skin and the immediate "Yeeow!"
screeched from the child and the sudden, searing stripe that
flashed across the miniature buttocks. For a few seconds
Mrs Amberson was stunned by what she had done, then she
remembered her commitment and lashed down hard again. A
second stripe, another cry. Mrs Amberson swept the strap
across the small girl's bottom, deepening and extending the
colour. Posy was yelling her head off, but her mother was
beginning to get a feel for this. She deliberately aimed
low so that the strap landed right at inward curve between
buttock and leg. Posy screamed. Her bright red bottom was
rocking and wriggling. Mrs Amberson took aim at the
twitching target. The red glow spread. The individual
stripes were indistinguishable now, though there were darker
patches of colour where they had overlaid each other. A
fifth lash cracked across Posy's inflamed cheeks. And then,
finally, the sixth.
Mrs Amberson put the strap down with a suddenly shaking
hand. Luckily the kids' eyes were all on Posy's blazing
bottom. Mrs Amberson's heart beat wildly and she felt hot
all over. It was no good, she had to admit it. She had
enjoyed beating her daughter! What kind of a monster was
she? The kind who was really going to enjoy herself over
the next three days! she smiled to herself.
Posy was on her feet, hopping around the room, rubbing her
bottom with one hand and her eyes with the other. Her
mother ignored these antics and called to Luke to position
himself on the stool. He looked pale and scared, but moved
forward and knelt on the stool before bending forward. Mrs
Amberson selected a 'Puniform' cane designed to resemble
rattan, though completely smooth. It was straight, very
swishy and had a handle with two yellow rings ring inscribed
'Junior 2 Type'. Mrs Amberson returned to her 10-year-old
son. The athletic boy's bottom was round and firmly muscled
definitely cute! He'd be making the girls' hearts pound
before too long, but today it was going to be his bottom
that was pounded!
Ten times the cane whistled down and cracked across Luke's
bottom. Every time a fresh red weal was raised on the white
skin and, after the first four strokes, Luke yelled with
pain at every one. He couldn't believe how much it hurt and
he yelled as loudly as he could to convey the fact to his
mother. But she simply took her time and thrashed him
soundly, coolly marking each new point for the cane's
descent until her young son's previously pale cheek were
criss-crossed with furrowed red lines.
While her young son hopped and howled, Mrs Amberson fetched
a small but sturdy coffee table in the place of the stool.
This was rather higher for the teenaged Melody to kneel on,
but not before she'd tried protesting and pleading.
Eventually, though, the nude adolescent was obliged to kneel
on the table, put her head and shoulders to the floor, and
to thrust her superb bottom towards her delighted siblings.
Mrs Amberson fetched a paddle. It had an oblong blade of
about ten centimetres wide, three centimetres thick and
about thirty long, plus another 12cm of handle on which were
two red rings marked "Senior 2 Type". It was fashioned to
resemble wood. Even on Melody's maturing bottom, fifteen
swats with this formidable instrument was going to be a
stern punishment.
Mrs Amberson was getting into the swing of things now. The
feelings of pleasure were quite washing away any of the soft
soap of guilt. She swung the paddle firmly and felt the
gratifying impact conveyed from Melody's bottom to her hand.
She continued. She saw the plump flesh flatten at every
swat, the trembling shock wave running beneath the skin.
White turning to red as the superheated blood rushed back to
excite tortured nerve ends. The self-styled sophisticated
teenager was soon yelling just as hard as her despised
little brother and sister and wriggling her upraised bottom
without a care for the view she presented to her juniors.
But her mother continued to beat her thoroughly until very
centimetre of white skin on her buttocks was turned to red
or crimson. At last the big girl was allowed up to rejoin
the others, though for some time she too could only jump
around the room clutching her buttocks and howling loudly.
When things had eventually calmed down, Mrs Amberson told
the four unpunished children that they were to get a hand
spanking equal to their age.
"But we got blanks," complained Saskia.
"There are no blanks," replied her mother heartlessly.
Seven-year-old Nathan was the first to go across his
mother's knee. She looked down at his skinny little bottom,
but felt none of the pity she might have once expected. Now
she just wanted to slap those lean cheeks just as hard as
she could and she did. Next up on her lap was Flora. Her
nine-year-old bum was much more substantial, though still
very small. Her mother soon reddened it effectively.
Saskia followed and ten very hard smacks did their work
effectively on her round cheeks. Last was the rascally Hal.
His mother was frustrated to find that the previous twenty-
six hard slaps had made her hand rather sore and she
couldn't give her best effort to the thirteen she had to
deliver to her son and although he screwed up his face and
rubbed his bottom was plain he had got off more lightly than
the others.
"Very well," Mrs Amberson said when she had finished
spanking them and had made a few clicks on the computer as
she logged in to the NEWDD/SPANC site, "now you are each
stand in front here, Posy first." Immediately the image of
the naked Posy appeared on the screen. Her mother typed in
"Posy Amberson, aged 6." "There," she said, "everyone who
is logged on can see you and knows your name."
"Turn around, bend over and show your bottom, Posy,"
appeared on the screen. Posy obeyed and as her mother
manipulated the camera various views of her youngest child's
red buttocks appeared on screen. Finally, the words.
"Accepted. Good bye, Posy. Please identify next child."
Luke was then ordered up and bent to display his well caned
bottom to the camera, and after him came the utterly
humiliated Melody to show first the front of her naked body
and then her paddled bottom to the unknown and anonymous
numbers who were logged in just to see such a show. After
her, Nathan, Flora, Saskia and Hal were forced to go through
the same appalling procedure, but although the first three
were accepted, Hal's bottom was rejected and the message
came up, "Insufficient penalty 1 x age with strap
stipulated."
Mrs Amberson felt a little disconcerted at this reprimand,
but she fetched a strap which was quite thick and long, and
divided into two tails. One the handle was one red ring
marked 'Senior 1 Type'. She crossed to where her son was
still bent with his bottom towards the camera. She beat Hal
hard 13 times and every whack was visible on the screen and
shown around the world to any subscriber to the site and
recorded for any who logged in later. At the end the words
appeared, "Accepted Good bye, Hal. End of session."