I woke up not the slightest bit rested from having been forced to sit bolt upright all night, totally unable to move anything but my head.

You see, what had happened was this. I'd told dad I was staying overnight with a mate but what I'd really done was sneak into a shop right as they were closing up, so I could take the place of one of the mannequins in the window display for a bit.

Simple really.

Least it should have been, only I got a bit carried away, and got stuck on the chair.

All my own fault of course. Not that that made me feel any better even if I did have a stiffy going on which was something I'm sure the original occupant of the desk never had.

That dummy was laying on the floor where I'd dropped it yesterday evening. Not that it looked like much without it's clothes. Certainly not human anyway, but then it's a bit tricky to look human when you don't have a face, I guess. Not that it would have looked much better if it did have eyes, nose, mouth and ears, hands and feet, for that matter, or a dick.

None of the usual stuff that makes things look human. It was just a set of bean bags stuck together rather than a proper shop dummy, like in the other window.

Guess one of them plastic people dummies wouldn't have fitted into the chair, cos you needed to be bendy to do that, which I was, and the dummy was. Only now I wasn't. Not now, I couldn't move my hands from the sides of that flip top desk.

They'd been there, my hands, since late the previous night. Still stuck in place thanks to the little leather straps that were buckled around my wrists.

I'd done that.

Buckled them on after having taken them off the dummy just like everything else it had been wearing. I didn't have too. And I soon really wish I hadn't. But when I saw them I couldn't resist.

I already had the starched white shirt, the black and grey stripped tie and light grey V-neck jumper on. All the uniform in fact, and had been folding back the sleeves of the jumper, which were too long on me when I found a small hole in the cuff. Not a tear or anything like that but a proper hole. Hemmed and everything so it was obviously deliberate, but I couldn't work out why at first. Not until I looked again at the dummy and spotted the metal rings attached to the bracelets on it's wrists that looked a perfect match.

They were.

The bracelets weren't much which is how I'd missed them before. Just little straps like a collar for a little dog. Fact is I think that's exactly what they were cos they only had a buckle and the ring and nothing else.

Anyway, once the bracelets were buckled around my wrists, the rings went through the holes on the inside of the cuffs so they stuck out on the inside of my arms. It was then that it all made sense as I'd seen the dummy with its arms on the edge of the desk but never wondered how they stayed there. Now I knew.

There were these strong springs on the side of the desk. In fact they were in several places not just on the sides but that was the only place I'd noticed them at that point. All you did was press the sticky-out ring on top of the clip and the spring opened and then snapped closed again so the ring didn't fall out. Only problem was, once I'd done that I couldn't get them off again. Mind you that was just one in a long list of my problems now the sun was starting to come up.

The shop window was right in front of me. Full height plate glass but with these criss cross lines stuck on it to make it look old-fashioned. An image that was rather ruined by the metal shutters on the outside. Mind you, I'd been dead chuffed about them, as they kept me sealed off from the view of the little back street that lay on the other side.

At least for now.

Glints of light were just starting to peak though some of the gaps so I knew it wouldn't be long now. Morning was breaking, and that would mean an end to my ordeal. Or as it turned out. The beginning.

The owner of shop would arrive at eight o'clock to open up, and he was going to be so surprised to see me sitting in his window rather than his dummy.

What would happen then, I couldn't know for sure, other than I was going to have to have a wee as I'd been fighting that particular urge for ages. Or at least, whenever I was soft enough down there to make getting anything out of my dick a realistic possibility.

At the age of thirteen I was pretty much an erection with a slender, slightly short, if cute, body attached. So there was no chance I'd be having a wee any time soon which was just as well given the only option I would have would be to wet myself and that was something I didn't want to do.

It was the reflection in the window that was keeping me aroused as it was just so hot. So sexy. So not me.

Okay it was me. But it didn't look like me. I never usually sat that upright for starters. Dad was always saying I needed a ramrod up my back to make me sit up properly and he was right. That's exactly what it had taken.

Yeah the chair had a ramrod on the back of the seat. At least I assume that's what it was called as I'd never seen one like that before. It was a pole, like a brush handle, or something like that, only painted white, and it was right up against the seat back, but on the inside and it was there for a very good reason. To make me, or the dummy anyway, sit up straight just like dad wanted.

How?

Well there was a ring on the back of the harness I was wearing. Right in the middle of the back, where it all buckled together, and this ring went over the top of the ramrod when I was standing over the chair. Then when I sat down, the ring slid down getting tighter as it did until, by the time my bum was on the chair, it was like I couldn't move at all.

Of course, all I had to do to free myself again was to stand up. Only I couldn't.

For one the chair was oversized, made for an adult not a kid that's only five-feet [1.5m] tall when he stands on tip toes, so the brown sandals on my feet didn't actually reach the floor and for another my ankles were in stocks.

Wooden things they were. Part of the chair, and made from the same dark wood about three quarters of the way down the front legs. They looked old fashioned but they weren't cos they had this little spring inside that had been triggered the moment I'd rested my leg inside one of the half moon openings.

They didn't lock or anything which is why I'd thought it had been okay to put my second leg into the other one. The catch was one of them easy release ones that you just need to touch and it opens. Only it ain't really that easy release if you can't bend down, cos you're all ringed up to a ramrod, is it?

Now the reason I wanted to put my feet into stocks was that all the time I'd spent outside the shop looking in I'd found it funny how I could see right up the inside of the dummy's shorts. Course there was nothing to see up there, cos it didn't have no willy or balls – I checked – but it turned my willy to stone thinking that there might be.

Problem was, with my legs in the stocks then once the shutters went up anyone standing out on the slightly lower pavement outside the shop would be able to see up the legs of my shorts and I did have a willy and balls, two of them tucked inside plain white little boy briefs I'd "Borrowed" from the shop's stock.

No, it wasn't stealing cos I was going to put everything back once I was done. Well, perhaps not the briefs as they weren't exactly clean any more, cos of how excited I'd got whenever I saw myself but everything else. Probably.

Not now though. Now they wasn't going to be no point in doing any cover up. That I'd realised hours ago, when even I'd realised I wasn't going to be going nowhere until someone let me out and the only someone that was going to be doing that was the owner of the shop.

It was okay though. I had my story straight. Some boys had done this to me. It was a dare, or a prank. Maybe both. Perhaps even some initiation thing. Or, yeah, a punishment for something I'd done. Nothing too bad though. Didn't want to get myself into any trouble for stuff I hadn't done, when I could be in enough for what I had.

Anyway these boys. Whoever they were? They must have tricked me into the shop. Or forced me. Yeah, that would be better. Then they'd stripped off my clothes and made me put on what the dummy was wearing. Then they'd made me have a go in the Spanker machine, which is why my legs were all red still, then they put me in the window.

It was a good story cos it was based on the truth only with extra people so it wouldn't be my fault. After all it wasn't like I was going to say I'd planned it and done it all on my own, now was I?

I'd found the shop while attempting a short cut from the centre of town to one of the outer bus stops, which would have made my journey home loads cheaper as they really jack up the price once you get into town.

That was weeks earlier though. Maybe months. I'd been back loads of times since then. Never been inside mind, and if anyone walked up the street while I was looking in the window then I'd do one whilst blushing and hoping that my stiffy wasn't as obvious as it felt it was.

It was the window that first caught my eye. No, not the one I ended up sat in, but the other one. The more normal one, with the plastic people all dressed up in school uniforms that I didn't recognise as belonging to none of the local schools. Least not the state ones. Private maybe cos they're the only places that are going to have mackintoshes, straw boaters, little caps, leather satchels and the like.

It wasn't just uniforms for school either. There was also some cub scout ones, and scouts too. Even girl guides, although they clearly didn't have no girl dummies cos they had that on a man one, along with the old brownie uniform that's the colour of dog turds.

I didn't notice the all male thing that first time, but what I did notice was that none of the dummies was wearing trousers. It was shorts all the way. And most of that way was up. There was plastic thighs everywhere in that window.

I'd seen nothing like it. No kid I knew, except the littlest ones that didn't have no say in the matter, wore shorts no more. Certainly not as short as the plastic people were wearing. Yet I couldn't stop looking at all them legs, and wondering what it would be like to wear what they was wearing.

The second window answered some of the questions I had.

Sort of.

There was a small blackboard set up on an easel in the corner, which explained the full range of items beyond clothing the shop provided, either for hire or purchase along with examples, like the desk and chair the dummy was sat in, the Spanker machine, toddler harnesses, even nappies and baby stuff like that but mostly spanking.

Yes spanking. There was a lot of stuff about spanking. Plus loads of stuff to spank people with. Loads of paddles, big hairbrushes, leather straps, and canes. All in different shapes and sizes and for different reasons. None of which I knew nothing about before.

It was an education for sure, and I studied it like I'd never studied nothing at school until I could actually recite all the words on that blackboard without even looking at it. All of it. Word for word. While thinking about my being punished like they was in the old days, which was clearly what the shop was all about.

That's probably as far as things would have got cos I didn't get nearly enough pocket money to afford anything that shop had on offer and it wasn't like I could ask my dad for them, as he didn't have that much money neither which is why he worked so much.

Then I came up with an idea to make my fantasies come true which wasn't going to cost nothing.

All I had to do was sneak into the shop, and have a look at the stuff. Perhaps even touch it. That's all. Nothing more. Course, looking always leads to touching and touching leads to… Well, wanking mostly.

I watched the shop for weeks while I worked on my plan.

Customers were few and far between during the day, which was just as well given the shop didn't even open until gone eleven most days. The owner was always there earlier though, opening the front door then rolling the shutters up even though there were no customers. That was my prime time for looking in the window.

He was called Mr. Head, as that was the only thing I'd heard him being called. Well, not Mister Head, but just Head but then grown ups do that sometimes don't they? Call each other by their last name? Least that's what I reckoned was going on. Only it wasn't.

Anyway, lunch time it could be busy, but mostly it was later, like between six to half-seven or so that was when most people turned up, went in and then came out later carrying something. Some even came back several times. This one guy was there loads. Nearly as much as me. So he must have been really keen on that sort of stuff.

That's how I knew about the bell over the door, cos I heard it so I knew it was going to ring when I went in and that I would have to get hidden dead quick, which I did, behind the sock counter.

It was just before eight, but the owner came out and when he didn't see no one in the shop he went to the door and had a look out which gave me the chance to get hidden proper.

The bell rang a second time as the guy shut the door and turned the sign to CLOSED.

My heart did this double skip thing when he then snapped the dead bolt down, locking the door but even I could hardly hear it once he'd put the key in the box that started the shutters coming down.

They was dead noisy especially when they landed down with a bang for each of the windows and then the door last. The owner pulled the key out then and flicked the light switches only it didn't get total dark, even with the windows blocked, cos some of the lights stayed on. Probably a Health and Safety thing. Anyway, it meant I weren't going to be needing Dad's torch which I'd told him I needed for the sleepover, I wasn't going on.

Yeah I'd done one of the oldest tricks in the book, of telling dad I was staying at a mate's house only not telling him which one so he couldn't check up. Not that he probably would have as Dad didn't do stuff like that, but I wasn't going to take no chances as he'd ground me forever if he knew what I was really doing.

Mind you I couldn't do nothing for the first half-an-hour but sit behind that counter just in case the owner came back, which he didn't. Then I had to do all the Mission Impossible stuff, looking for motion sensors, laser beams and other anti-theft stuff. Not that there was anything like that in the shop. The place was just too old fashioned for any of that modern stuff. Only I still couldn't do nothing as there was people walking about outside who might have seen me moving about through the shutters, so I just had to sit it out until the pubs had all chucked out and everyone went home.

There was no one about on the street when I unlatched the wooden panel that gave access to the window and went inside where there was much more room than it looked from outside. I could even stand up and walk around which was handy as I was going to need loads of room to change clothes with that dummy. First though I had to get it away from the desk.

Took a while that did. At least until I realised I had to lift it up in order to get the harness ring off the ramrod at the back.

Wasn't easy undressing the dummy either given how floppy it was. The jumper and the shirt gave me real trouble as the dummy's arms were forever getting caught up in the sleeves. Shorts were easier as I could just thread the stupid wobbly legs through them. Only trouble was it wasn't wearing any underwear, but then it didn't have anything to put in underwear. I did, and was, but mine were boxers and they really weren't about to work with shorts that short. So I couldn't wear them so that was when I went and "borrowed" the briefs I had seen when hiding behind the counter.

Didn't take me long to get dressed again as, well, there was nothing tricky about it. Did have a spot of bother doing the tie up but that's because I wasn't used to doing it then and had to take a few runs at it. Got it right in the end and once the jumper was over the top the knot looked halfway decent in the V-neck opening.

Now I was dressed like some little kid still in infants and it felt really strange. Nice but strange. And I hadn't even put the harness on yet.

It had been the first thing I'd taken off the dummy as it was the thing that I most wanted to see what it looked like which turned out to be several belts all joined together with brass rivets and thick stitching. Little more than a collection of white short bits of leather and strong looking brass buckles with a semi-circular pad in the centre of both the front and back. It being easy to tell which was which as the back had the ring for the ramrod, while the front had bells on it. Really little ones, that tinkled whenever the harness moved which was quite a lot as I put it on.

Not sure if I'd have ever been able to work it out, if I hadn't just taken it off the dummy but all I really had to do was put the semi-circular bit on my chest and then get my arms into the gaps that were at my shoulders. Only thing was I couldn't do it up at the back, as I just couldn't reach, so I had to do a Plan B sort of thing.

I put it on backwards. Not totally on as I left the shoulder straps dangling down and loose. That way I could not only do the buckles up but see what I was doing when I did it. Then when I had it tight, I spent what must have been twenty minutes wriggling it round so the back was behind me, which made a right mess of my jumper as I had to keep pulling that back again so it didn't get twisted and look stupid.

Anyway, once the chest bit was back on my chest, I put my arms into the shoulder straps by bending them in ways they didn't normally bend, and then, by reaching behind me, I could just about give the shoulder buckles enough of a tug to tighten them.

I'd never seen a kid wearing anything like it so it was a bit of a shock to see my reflection in the window as it grew dark outside. The white leather really stood out against the grey of the school jumper and the jiggling of the bells was sort of cute if a bit annoying after a bit. Thankfully I wouldn't be moving around for much longer. I just wanted to look at the spanker first.

All the time I'd looked in the window I'd never really known what the strange thing in the corner was. The Blackboard had referred to something as "The Spanker", but I hadn't known that's what it was, as I didn't see anyway how it could spank a boy's bum. Only that's wasn't what it was for. It spanked legs. Not bums. Bare legs of boys in shorts.

Because the shop rented The Spanker out there were instruction about how to use it taped to the side which explained how it was all automated so one person could use it. So I thought. Why Not?

I soon found out.

I needed to wear shoes for it too work, but they had to be "Sturdy" so I couldn't use my trainers, and instead went for a pair of the brown sandals that were lined up in the front of the window. These were a little pinchy on my toes but with my ankle socks on they weren't too bad.

Buckling the shoes was a bit weird as bending down, made the shorts ride right up, although not as much as the briefs did, which were giving me a wedgie in no time flat and needed to be picked out again before I moved over to the Spanker

The reason for the shoes was that once I'd set the Spanker's controls I had to put my feet into these square, well oblong, holes in the floor onto a metal plate that started the machine working.

There was some whirring from inside, and rubber clamps closed around my ankles, over the tops of the shoes, trapping my feet in those holes so I couldn't move my legs.

Once that was done two horizontal bars appeared in front of me, extending out of the machine, and I lifted my arms up so that they could close onto the sides of my chest before they started to rise.

It tickled a little when the bars got into my arm pits, but they didn't stop there as they kept on going until I was stretched out between them and my feet still stuck in the floor.

Naturally now I was stuck, but that was the point as you couldn't move once you were in the Spanker or it wouldn't work right. And by work I mean the four wheels that were on either side of the bottom part started to spin, so the little strips of leather attached to them started to lash out horizontally.

The strips were quite small. Quite thin in fact but that didn't mean they didn't sting because they really did, as they started to lash at my bare legs.

First it was outside of my thighs, and then as the wheels were moved closer too me and slightly further out, the backs of my legs got to feel it until finally the leather was wrapping around my legs to get the inside of my thighs which really stung.

It took just three seconds for the wheels to get up to full speed, and little more than fifteen seconds for them to have lashed my legs from the knees up to where the shorts started. Just how it knew where the shorts started I don't know. Probably some sort of built in sensor or something like that. What I do know was that those leather strips got every where, and that I'd set The Spanker for the maximum of three cycles.

Only forty five seconds but one that had me crying like a baby with legs that felt like they were being torn to sheds when in fact, they had just been turned bright red and slightly stripey.

My arms ached a bit when The Spanker finally removed itself from my pits but it was nothing to what my legs were feeling.

They stung. They really stung. Not hurt. Not pain. But stinging. A stinging that wouldn't go away. Just stayed there. Reminding me of what had happened. Which I guess was the point. Not that I didn't do something to make it better, as there were little tubes of stuff called "Post Spanking cream" in the main shop and I used most of one of them which helped a little when I sat at the desk.

I sat a bit too far forward to start with as the ring on the back of the harness wouldn't let me go all the way back. Only this meant my knees were brushing the underside of the desk which wasn't comfortable at all especially as it meant most of my weight was then resting on the backs of my legs, which had been through enough already.

Climbing off I had a look at the chair and desk, spotting the clips on the side of the desk and putting two and two together about the holes in the jumper cuffs and the bands around the dummy's wrists.

One mystery solved, I soon worked out what to do about the ramrod and the harness.

The solution was obvious. Either the ramrod or the harness had to come off, or I'd have to put the ring over it so I could sit all the way back. I just had to work out how.

Lifting the dummy off had been easy. I just picked it straight up. So I had to go the other way. Get myself high enough above the end of the ramrod so the ring would go over it and then sit down. Simple!

It wasn't.

The proximity of the desk made it tricky as did the height of the chair itself. In the end the only way that worked was for me to put my feet on the seat and then crouch down which worked. Took a bit of wriggling around to get the ring over the ramrod as I couldn't really see what I was doing and couldn't reach it.

Once it was on, I put my hands on the desk and then slipped my feet off the seat forwards, and slid myself down the ramrod until my bum was on the seat, and my legs were down in front of the seat. Right over the tops of the spring loaded stocks.

SNAP! SNAP!

The stocks closed as my ankles pressed into them, which was an odd sensation but I wasn't worried as I'd pulled the dummy's legs right out of them without opening them, totally forgetting the dummy didn't have feet let alone slightly clunky shoes buckled on those feet.

Still I wasn't worried about that as my arms were still free. At least they were until I decided to see if the clips on the desk fitted into the bracelet rings.

Once I'd done that. It was too late to wonder about anything. I was stuck and would remain so until the morning.

Until the shutters started to go up, and I saw the figure of Mr. Head, standing there, staring at me, without the hint of surprise in his face, thanks to the CCTV cameras I hadn't noticed.

The End