SUMMER CAMP PART 1: MIKE IN THE SHOW (Fb+/b femdom spank nc humil) by Sister s1M0v01@yahoo.com Copyright 2000 by Sister, all rights reserved. Permission for noncommercial free (no charge) electronic distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is hereby granted. All such distribution, re-posting and reproduction must be without alteration of this story in any way, must include this entire copyright notice, and must in their entireties retain the following statement: This story is totally fiction for adult purpose only. Fictional minors are involved in humiliating situations by females. If you don't like this kind of story or if is not legal for you (i.e. minor of 18 y.o.) to read this stuff please leave now. The author knows the difference between a fantasy and reality. Nothing of what is in this story should ever happen in this world. This is my first story so if you, like me, enjoy this fetish, have a good time and let me know of any suggestions and/or criticisms. Here is the first part of the story. ****** SUMMER CAMP PART 1: MIKE IN THE SHOW by Sister There were two camps in that place: one was boys only and the other, of course, was girls only. The age range was from 6 to 12 years old for both. Those two special camps were the place where brats of both sexes was sent by their families to spend three weeks of holiday (for the parents) and learn discipline (for the kids). In both the camps, in fact, was a very strict regime which involved, actually, severe punishments for any misbehavior. Every evening, after dinner, took place a punishment section during which the kids who had collected marks during the day were punished in front of all the other kids of the camp. Every punishment was always given on the bare while totally naked. The number of the strokes and the implement to be used depended on the gravity of the offence. In all cases, every punishment section was followed and/or preceded by a bare time. Heavier was the offence, longer was the naked time (however never less than half a day). As the kids were really brats every evening a punishment session was on. All the boys and girls knew it very well and there was a sort of a game to put someone else in a situation to be marked by the monitors so to have fun at evening, at the punishment show. Of course every one was very careful not to be involved in any trouble, finding him/herself the main actor of the show. What everyone knew but avoided to speak about was the fact that, if you got seven marks in a week, you won the worst punishment of the camps: on Saturday you'll be sent to the other camp where the kids had the possibility to give you all the punishments, the pain and the humiliation they want. So, if you were a boy, you'll be sent to the girls camp and, if you were a girl, the boys camp. Of course this punishment was something that everyone, boys and girls, wished to see but no one would never receive. That morning Mike, ten y.o., woke up as usuall at 8:00 a.m. and felt an urge to go to the toilet, so he jumped down from the bunk bed where he slept in the tent and, dressed in his swimming trunks, run to the toilet block. When he arrived there he found out that all the stalls were in use. As his urge to relieve his bladder had reached a pain level, he decided to try outside. In the back of the toilet block was a wood fence and there was where Mike run. He peeled down the front of his trunks and started to piss. Right at that instant he heard a stern voice yelling, "What are you doing there! Stop this instant!" "Caught!" thought Mike trying to stop his stream. "I said stop!" repeated the voice of the female monitor "and come here immediately!" Mike immediately pulled up the front of his trunks but a last stream of piss exited, wetting him. Blushing, he went to the monitor who said, "Look at you! You're all wet! Shame on you for this and for pissing outside the toilet! Come on, follow me!" Mike, with wet dripping trunks and eyse already tearing, follows the monitor. The monitor, a mid-twenty blond woman, takes him by the earlobe through all the camp to the lunch room already half filled by the campers. "You are going to stand facing the entrance till everyone is here. Of course peel down those filthy trunks!" said the monitor. Mike's face was a deep red while he peeled down his only barrier to his modesty. He stepped out of his trunks and handed them to the monitor, who put them on his head with the wet front in contact with his face, ordering him to open his mouth wide as she forced the fabric into it. "Hands on your head and suck it till I say otherwise!" Crying for the shame and with the taste of his urine in his mouth, Mike stood in front of the entrance with his wet trunks hat and with all his privates on display for everyone. He could not see a lot as the swim suit partially covered his eyes, but he could listen to his mates' comments and giggling that made him feel worst than ever. When all were in, the monitor yanked him by an arm and stood him on a little stage in the center of the room. "Today" she said, "Mike decided to not to wait for a free stall in the toilet block but to relieve himself outside on the fence! This is intolerable! In addition to all this, he pissed in his trunks too! As per the rules in this camp, this evening after diner he will receive here, in front of all, a hand spanking followed by the hairbrush. Twenty swats each. Of course, for today, he will be totally nude. Twenty-four hours till tomorrow morning same time! For the rest of the day Mike has to remain bare and has to use the toilet stall with the door always spread open, with no less than three persons, including a monitor, looking at him." At that instant, Mike hoped to be swallowed by the ground but nothing of the sort happened. The monitor left Mike in his position on the little stage with the wet swimsuit on his head. No breakfast for him today but only his urine to suck and swallow. To add something more to his embarrassment, he realized he was having a boner. He could hear his mates teasing him for it and his face reached a deeper stage of red. After all the kids finished their breakfast and went out another female monitor came and let him free of his uncomfortable position and wet trunks. He was allowed to go to join his tent group. Mike was happy that today was detail day for his tent, so they all had to remain in the camp cleaning everything. Meanwhile the other groups were on the beach. At least no other people could see him naked. Of course his mates teased him for all day long. The worst part was to use the toilet stall he had to go potty in front of a female monitor and other mates. Also in this time he ended up with a 4" hard glory for all the world to see that made his mates laugh and made him blush. It was hard to go through all of a day of nudity, between other kids being fully dressed and with all the female monitors around. At last, dinner time cane. After all those hours of shame now was coming the worst part of his punishment, the spanking show. He ate his dinner with a knot in his stomach. He was not used to getting spankings and this seemed to be a real big one. At eight o clock, the time arrived. "OK boys," said the female chief monitor through the microphone, "It's show time!" Every one except Mike applauded. A monitor went to Mike and made him stand up, grabbing him by the earlobe. "Well!" continued the chief monitor, "I'm glad to introduce to you the star of our evening show, Mr. Mike Hastings!" Mike was put in the center of the big stage facing the cheering audience, his uncomfortable boner on display. By his side was a chair on which the morning monitor was already seated. "Ok Mike, let's see how a naughty brat takes his well deserved spanking!" Mike was put on her knee in such a way that his bum was facing the audience. Then started the spanking. The blond young woman knew very well how to spank a boy. At the first spank on Mike's right cheek he jumped and screamed. After the second and the third he started crying for pain and on the fifth he was already kicking and howling. The hand spanking went on for what seemed an eternity to Mike when, at last, it stopped. For the time the monitor needed to reach the wooden hairbrush laying on the table at her side. Then Mike felt the contact of the hairbrush back on his already sore and dark pink behind. He had never thought it could be possible that a spanking could be so painful. The first two swats landed on his upper bottom, the third and the fourth on the middle, the fifth and the sixth on the lower. All the following ten were concentrated on the base of Mike's bum right where all his weight would be when he sat. By this time Mike was bawling like a baby and his kicking was becoming a running in place. At this point the woman grabbed one of Mike's cheeks and stretched it out so his ass was spread open and Mike's asshole was in clear view. The last four swats landed exactly on it, making Mike's earsplitting screams reach an unbearable level. Only a few moment after the last swat did Mike realized that the spanking was over. The young woman put him on his feet and showed all the campers his deep red behind. "This is what happens to those who don't respect the camp's rules!" said the monitor. She then turned Mike around to face his mates. "Now, Mike, apologize to your mates for the indecent show you put on with your spanking and remain standing on the stage till bed time! And don't think about rubbing that sore backside of yours if you want to avoid another trip on my knee!" Crying freely, Mike stood in front of his mates and realized he again had a hard-on. If possible, his face showed a deeper shade of red than his behind. He made his apologies and remained standing. After one hour with his hands behind his head bed time arrived and he was happy to be allowed to go in the tent. In the dark of the tent Mike was able to have a little relief. His ass was very sore but at least the next morning he would be dressed again. Laying on his tummy he swore to himself that never ever in the future would he be naked again. But kids are kids and it is always difficult for kids to stay out of trouble for a long time. THE END (for now. If you like this story others will come).