Date: Thu, 19 Apr 2007 19:45:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2007@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Control Testimonials Part 3

The Control Testimonials
By Steam Train    (steam_t2007@yahoo.com)


Part: 3


APPENDIX THREE: FEEDBACK REPORTS (Continued)

Below is a selection of comments from various persons
about their involvement in `Taking Back Control'.


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NAME: Travis Norton

AGE: 12

LOCATION: Oakbank, Black County

OCCUPATION: 7th Grade student

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: I have
gotten used to being naked but I have never gotten
used to being punished at the Black County T.B.C.
Discipline Centre.

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING
BACK CONTROL: Taking Back Control is only supposed to
be inflicted in non public places but Black County has
an ordinance that allows the juvenile discipline
sessions at the county discipline centre to be viewed
by anyone who wishes to attend.

The first time my parents took me to the Black County
Taking Back Control Discipline Centre I was scared by
the large crowd that was standing across the other
side of the foyer behind a barricade, watching the
volunteer female guardian who was sitting at the
reception desk processing the miscreant juveniles as
they were bought in by parents, police or community
guardians.

"Welcome to the Black County Taking Back Control
Discipline Centre," said the woman. "How may I help
you?"

"My son needs a good spanking," answered my mother, my
father nodded his head in approval.

"That's what the centres here for mam. Please fill out
this authorisation form authorising your son's bare
naked spanking."

I blushed red at this comment.

"Completely naked?" my mother queried.

"Yes" replied the female guardian. "Is that a problem,
spanked children also have to stay totally naked on
the discipline centre stage for twenty minutes after
the completion of their spanking, longer if you so
authorise. There are also additional punishment
options you can authorise."

Shocked I protested. "Mom, Dad, you can't do this, its
way too embarrassing."

"That's the idea, boy," came the sarcastic reply from
the Guardian before my parents could answer.

"I think the embarrassment and humiliation will do you
good Travis" my dad said, `Where do I sign to
authorise an hour on stage and these additional
punishments."

"Just sign right here and here," instructed the female
guardian.

On completion of the paperwork I was directed to two
sombre looking guardians who were guarding a doorway
marked `Participants Entrance' whilst my parents went
off to the public viewing gallery.

When the guardians opened the door and ushered me in I
let out a gasp of fear. There before me on a slowly
revolving stage were five naked juveniles. A well
developed girl about my own age and a less developed
boy also of similar age, plus two hairless boys, maybe
ten and eight, and a flat chested hairless girl of
about eleven years of age.

As the stage revolved I could see that all five had
very red bottoms and were not allowed to cover any
part of their previously most private secrets.

Near the stage, on a specially raised dias with a
purpose built spanking frame a male guardian was
giving a screaming, kicking fifteen year-old boy who I
knew only too well, a very hard bare bottom spanking
with a paddle. Any other time I would have been glad
to see that bully, Dean Boiks get his just deserves,
but not now, not with my own impending doom looming
over my head which prevented me from enjoying Deans
humiliation, embarrassment and pain.

Dean had along with his gang of older friend's often
pantsed me in the past, and then ridiculed my exposed
genitals for their lack of size and development and
paltry amount of pubic hair. Now I saw that Dean,
totally naked and exposed as he was on the dias,
strapped tight onto the spanking frame had compared to
me, not much more hair or genital size to boast about
despite his extra two years of age over me.

Several other naked juveniles waited in line nearby
the dias watched by a guardian for their turn on the
spanking frame and behind then stood four guardians
who were at that time stripping another boy I knew,
John Gibson of all of his clothes.

John was ten years old and lived just up the street
from me and he often hung out with us older guys in
the street. John wrestled and punched, trying to free
himself from the grip of the ravaging guardians. He
even threw a few ineffective punches at one of them.

"You two just hold him down while you rip his clothes
off if you have to" the senior guardian was
instructing the other three.

And tear they did, as John's perfectly good shorts
were grabbed and pulled apart and his brand name tee
shirt was torn off. John was red faced as he struggled
to resist those guardians holding him tight.

I noticed as I was escorted over to where John was
being stripped that the eyes of the audience in the
public gallery were watching John's stripping with
keen interest. They appeared to be especially excited
about the up and coming liberation of John's private
parts.

All eyes including mine were now on John who was now
only wearing a pair of jockey shorts.

"Get his underpants off," the Senior Guardian
demanded. "I want this boy naked and his private parts
private no longer."

The guardians were more than happy to oblige their
leaders order, grabbing the jockey shorts which could
have been easily pulled down and off, but instead
choosing to tear them apart.

John was now as naked as the day he was born. His
erect penis swayed back and forth. For a ten year old
he was fairly well hung with a hairless circumcised
penis that was notably longer and bigger in girth than
the two younger boys standing naked on the stage
though like those same two boys his scrotum formed a
tight little boy sack though his was a bit larger and
more plump than either of the two other boys
exhibited.

My turn at being stripped was next. The four guardians
stood before me impressive and strong, arms folded
looking at me as I approached.

"I am the Senior Guardian on duty, Mr. Gilchrist, I
strongly suggest you do everything I order, unlike
that last boy. Defiance will get you know where."

"I will try sir" I stammered trying to hold back from
sobbing.

"Good," replied Mr. Gilchrist, "First, you need to get
ready for your spanking by removing all your clothes.
Place them in that bag over there."

I had seen what happened to John but still I stood
still and stiff, a frozen sobbing form, unable to make
myself move or comply to his order.

"Do it, now!" the Senior Guardian snapped, no longer
as pleasant to me as he had been and at his signal the
guardians moved closer towards me.

Two of the guardians grabbed me whilst the third
immediately began stripping me, half removing, half
ripping off my clothes just like they had done to John
before me. All too soon I was standing naked, blushing
from head to toe. Adding to my horror, my sparsely
haired groin was sporting a raging hard on, revealing
its entire three and a half inches of glory.

Soon, very naked and scared I was waiting in line with
the others for my appointments with the spanking
paddle.

When my turn came I was lead up onto the dias and
fastened tight to the spanking frame. Soon the sounds
of the spanking paddle striking my bare bottom could
be heard as it reverberated throughout the discipline
centre hall. A sound that was soon mixed with the ever
escalating cacophony of my shameless crying, wailing,
and howling as my bottom ever reddened getting hotter
and hotter as the paddle relentlessly rained down.

Eventually the spanking spectacle ended and still
screaming I was released from the spanking frame and
furiously began dancing around the dias rubbing my
throbbing red raw bottom in a futile attempt to end
the pain.

My humiliation was not over however, because my
parents had authorized additional punishment. No
sooner had I begun to bring myself back under control
than the senior guardian ordered me held again as the
third guardian grabbed my already erect penis and
began masturbating it. Faster and faster, the guardian
went, milking my penis till pre-cum, that clear liquid
that precedes ejaculation began to ooze out of the tip
of my penis. With my penis standing erect at a
forty-five degree angle to my body, I felt the rush of
semen coming from deep within my groin, in a monstrous
unstoppable wave.

The first shot of watery semen squirted from my penis
and landed on the floor as did the lesser second
stream. The third and fourth salvoes of ejaculate were
small and barely dribbled out of my throbbing penis as
it began to droop slowly downward.

After my spanking and masturbation I was ensconced
upon the revolving stage, for an hour allowing
everyone in the audience plenty of time to admire my
red hot bottom and my no longer private privates!



NAME: Christopher Taylor

AGE: 12

LOCATION: Upper Spring River, Tomah County.

OCCUPATION: Junior High School Student

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: My
mum, Annette and my dad Amos had split up and divorced
when I was eight years old. Mum got custody of me and
had a pretty difficult time dealing with me and her
divorce and I guess wanted to do everything possible
to keep a good relationship with me. She treated me so
good that I took full advantage of the situation and
soon became spoiled rotten. Mum was soon catering to
my every whim and soon it became pretty obvious that
mum would let me rule the roost at home. By the time I
was twelve and going into junior high, my grades in
school were slipping badly, neighbours were
complaining about my behaviour and I was even daring
to be very disrespectful to my mum. The type of
clothes I now bought to wear made my mum unhappy but
did I care? Mum continued to blame all of my behaviour
on the bad kids she believed I hung around with at
school and unbeknown to me mum contacted my school
about this. She was convinced that I was a good boy
and that all the problems were the fault of others.

Mum was not satisfied when my school said that I was
the primary cause of my decline in behaviour and
recommended she take control like the new Taking Back
Control initiative encouraged. I had mum bluffed
however and there was no way she was ever going to
take back Control of me. One day as I entered our
kitchen to get a drink mum was discussing the schools
reaction and recommendation with her good friend Olga
Pinn who lived next door. Mrs Pinn had two girls
slightly older than me and one younger, they were now
very well behaved, though when younger they had been
pretty wild and hard to discipline. When mum asked Mrs
Pinn how come her children were now so well behaved I
heard her tell mum that she had Taken Back Control and
now regularly spanked her girls to keep them in line.
She also suggested that mum should try that on me!

I knew I was safe. I ruled the roost at our house;
there was no way mum would ever be game enough to take
back control from me!

I was wrong; Taking Back Control changed my whole
life!

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING
BACK CONTROL: My first experience with Taking Back
Control occurred at school. The TBC initiative had
been in force a while when my mum, received a letter
from school requesting an appointment. Later on the
very morning that mum had met with the Principal, I
was ordered to report to the office of the Deputy
Principal, Miss Mary Bladen. This was bad news for me
as the Deputy Principal was always the person who
carried out major disciplinary measures.

Upon reporting to the administration office, I was
shown into Miss Bladen's office where I was surprised
to see that my mum was already sitting in Miss
Bladen's office waiting for Miss Bladen and myself to
arrive.

My mother seemed surprised when Miss Bladen entered
her office; she was very young for a Deputy Principal
and quite good looking. Miss Bladen introduced herself
to mum and made a point to tell mum she could call her
Mary. I of course had to call her Miss Bladen at all
times.

Miss Bladen explained to mum that she would be
implementing the Taking Back Control programme with me
as the Principal had explained to her earlier in the
interview. She went on to congratulate mum on taking
the initiative to take back control. I was shocked at
mum, how could she do this to me. How dare she contact
the school and arrange for me to be taken back under
control. As I stood there shocked I thought to myself,
how I would get even with her somehow for doing this,
but right then and there I decided I would do as I was
told, I didn't want to get into any more trouble than
I was already in.

Miss Bladen turned to me and told me that the primary
purpose of the TBC program was to assist parents in
raising their children. She pointed out to mum that as
I was only twelve years old I was only a boy and
needed adult guidance in growing up. Under the Taking
back Control program I would be treated like the child
I was and that she would be assisting mum to learn how
to take more adult responsibility for my upbringing.

I was furious about this approach, after all I was the
man of the house and I still wanted to be treated like
a man not some little kid.

I was shocked speechless for a few seconds when Miss
Bladen said to me, "Christopher, I think I am going to
enjoy working with your mum and you. Now I want you to
remove all of your clothes, fold them neatly and put
them into a neat pile over on the side table.

"No way," I said finding my voice,

Miss Bladed quick as a flash reached out and slapped
me hard across the face. Mum was startled, as was I
though more embarrassed than hurt. I even thought
about hitting Miss Bladen back.

 "Look," said Miss Bladen. "I'm not going to play
games with you Christopher, if you don't do as I say
as soon as I say it, you will be punished even more
severely, is that understood?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"This is the last time I am reminding you that you
call me Miss Bladen, is that also understood?"

"Yes Miss Bladen" I was forced to reply.

"Good, then start getting undressed!"

Defeated and feeling humiliated and embarrassed I put
my head down and began to undress.

My mum hadn't seen me naked since I was eight years
old, just after dad left and now she just sat there
quietly watching events unfold as I undressed. Soon I
was down to my designer label boxer shorts and I
stopped undressing and just stood there looking at
Miss Bladen and mum half expecting one of them to say
I didn't have to take anything more off.

One look at Miss Bladen and I could tell by the look
on her face that there would be no such comment from
her and mum was obviously not going to contradict Miss
Bladen. Defeated I turned my back to the two women so
they would not see my nakedness and dropped my boxer
shorts, reaching back and putting them on the pile of
clothes.

"Turn around Christopher," said Miss Bladen.

Reluctantly I turned slowly to face the two of them
but I covered my genitals with my hands. Standing
there in this humiliating and embarrassing pose I
could feel my face reddening.

Miss Bladen said, "There will be no playing with
yourself Christopher, put your hands down and start
folding your clothes neatly as I instructed."

>From the corner of my eyes I could see that mum had a
look of amazement on her face. This was the first time
she had seen me naked in years and I could see her
staring at my small patch of light brown pubic hair
that had only recently begun to grow over my dick, a
dick that despite my best efforts had erected to a
full 4 inch boner in front of mum and Miss Bladen.

Miss Bladen then began to lecture me about my
behaviour and attitude and how she expected my school
results to improve dramatically.

Then Miss Bladen asked, "What should we do about all
of this Christopher?"

I hesitatingly replied, "I should be punished?"

"Correct answer, Christopher," said Miss Bladen "I
want you to lie over your mother's lap so she can give
you a good bare naked spanking."

Reluctantly I walked over to my mum's side and then
bent over her lap. Miss Bladen helped me get into a
comfortable spot with my bottom pointing straight up
in the air before I saw out of the corner of my eye
Miss Bladen produce a punishment paddle for mum to use
instead of her hand. It resembled a hairbrush with no
bristles. I had never been spanked but I suspected
this paddle was really going to hurt if mum wielded it
with any strength or purpose.

To my horror Miss Bladen started to teach mum how to
use the paddle so it gave a good spanking. She
instructed mum that she was to smack my bottom as hard
as she could, making sure she moved the strokes around
to cover the whole of my bottom and the back of my
legs.

Finally Miss Bladen told mum to ignore any promises of
being good, or pleas for mercy, from me as they were
only attempts to distract her from giving me a full
and proper spanking.

Then the spanking began I gasped out aloud, the pain
was far worse than I could have imagined. My butt
shook with each smack and it hurt a little more with
each stroke that landed.

Miss Bladen guided mum in her spanks, directing her to
which areas needed to be reddened more. I screamed out
promises of being good and pleaded for mercy but soon
I gave up on even this and all that could be heard
were my crying and deep sobs.

When Miss Bladen announced that the spanking was
ended, I jumped to my feet as soon as I was released
and began to rub my butt franticly whilst doing the
dance of the spanked that both women found very funny,
smiles emerging across their faces.

At that moment humiliated, embarrassed and in pain I
knew that mum had taken back control and that our
lives and relationship were now totally changed.


NAME: Amanda Edwards

AGE: 39

LOCATION: Tallowa Springs, Cadence County

OCCUPATION: Mother

WHAT IS YOUR ASSESSMENT OF TAKING BACK CONTROL: It has
made the males of the world finally realize that
females deserve more respect and dignity. I had a
fifteen year old son, Glen who was very much in need
of being taken back under control. At 15, boys think
they are men but TBC was soon to prove to Glen that he
was anything but a man.

TELL US ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL EXPERIENCE WITH TAKING
BACK CONTROL: The Edwards household definitely had a
strong leaning toward the masculine. My husband Brian
was a blend of the absurdly crude and immaculately
refined, a blend I loved in him but which had rubbed
off on my son. I knew how to control my husband but my
son Glen was another matter.

I am a well educated, sophisticated woman but with
Glen's   youthful exuberance, things sometimes got a
little inelegant and out of control around the Edwards
house.

Glen of late often made vulgar jokes, snickered at any
sexy scenes in TV shows and movies, and behaved too
much like his father for my liking.

Glen often blithely ignored my instructions and
admonitions, left doors open, lights on, water running
and dropped his clothes, shoes, school gear and other
junk wherever he felt.

The very afternoon that Taking Back Control came into
force I called Glen and my 12 year old daughter Susan
into my bedroom and ordered, "Take all your clothes
off, Glen."

"No way! I'm too old to have to do this `Taking Back
Control' stuff, it sucks, do it to Susan she needs it"
implored Glen.

"Nonsense", l countered ignoring his plea, adding, "If
you don't start taking off your clothes immediately I
am ringing for the Community Guardians." My daughter
stood beside me thrilled with this new turn of events.
Glad I could see, to finally see her big brother being
bought down a few pegs.

Slowly Glen removed his shoes and socks slid his
trousers down as directed then removed his tee shirt.

"Your boxer shorts, too," I added.

"But I will be naked in front of you and Susan" whined
Glen.

"So, get used to it son" I snapped back
authoritatively.

Reluctantly Glen shucked down his boxers and stood
naked before my daughter and myself, his hands
flashing up to cover his groin.

Susan was all smiles at seeing her big brother so
embarrassingly displayed.

"Mum please get her out of here!" Glen protested as he
slowly turned a shade of pink.

I gave my daughter a smile and said, "Susan, you may
continue to stand next to me. It will be a good chance
for you to learn all about a boys body now that Glen's
is no longer hidden and will not be ever again in this
house."

"Mom, please, she's a girl. She can't be allowed to
see me like this," whined Glen in obvious
embarrassment as he sought to conceal his blatant
nakedness.

"Glen, remove your hands to your sides and stop
covering up. Let your sister see you naked. If I say
she may watch, then she may watch, you had better get
used to being naked at home and fast!"

Thinking better of any further complaints, Glen slowly
removed his hands allowing Susan and me to take in the
sight of his youthful male anatomy, his long but
skinny penis topped by a one inch bush of dark thick
pubic hair and his hairless plump hanging testicles.

Turning redder and redder, Glen obviously couldn't
bear having Susan see him nude. Little did my
sad-faced fifteen year old realize that his ordeal was
only just beginning.

"Tell her to stop looking at me, mom," protested my
son as he felt Susan's eyes inspecting him.

"Stop your complaining right now young man," I
retorted as I raised my hand and slapped it down on
Glen's bare bottom. This brought an instant yelp from
him and a squeal of glee from Susan.

"Owww that hurt, mom, and not in front of Susan,
please!" cried Glen.

"Glen, in future you will be smacked in front of
anyone it pleases me to, your sister, your aunts,
cousins anyone" I answered sharply.

"Mum !!!!!" Glen pleaded.

"If you think being smacked in front of your sister
the worst think about `Taking Back Control' you are
sadly mistaken. I want you to remain totally naked for
the rest of the day and I want you to masturbate for
Susan right here and now so we can how much of a boy
or man you are."

"Aw, mom, you're kidding right, Ok, Ok I'll stay naked
but I can't do that other thing. Don't make me do that
in front of you and sis, please," cried my son.

"Susan, you do it for him," I said.

"Mum no !!!!!!!!!!! Glen cried out

I ignored his pleas and showed Susan how to jerk him
off by making a circle with her thumb and first finger
around his now erect 4 ½ inch penis and stroking his
throbbing shaft.

Susan eagerly placed her hand on Glen's hard erection
and began masturbating him.

"No!  Stop it, don't do that," pleaded Glen.

"You just earned a spanking from your sister when she
is finished or the Guardians if you keep objecting" I
proclaimed

As Susan continued to stroke Glen's penis he began to
leak pre-cum and before long he arched his back, leant
back on his heals, as his body trembled and he came,
shooting his cum out in four ever decreasing bursts of
pleasure all over the floor in front of Susan who
stood there with a look of amazement and shock on her
face.

I didn't give Glen time to recover as I wanted to
reinforce that he was now fully taken under control.
"Now get over Susan's lap, you bad boy!" I ordered.

I directed Susan to sit upon my bedroom chair.

"Mom, I'm really sorry, I just need to get used to
this taking back control thing, please don't let her
spank me" my son begged.

I was adamant that Glen would quickly learn that I had
taken back control and that in our household respect
for females was mow a mandatory requirement, so I took
Glen by the scruff of his neck and bent the naked boy
over Susan's knees.

Falling forward, he landed flat on his little sister's
thighs and he wiggled in obvious embarrassment.

"Use this hairbrush, Susan," I said, handing her the
spanking tool.

Enthusiastically Susan curled her free arm around
Glen's waist and held him tight as she raised her
spanking hand and brought down the hairbrush with a
resounding "Smack!" that would have done me proud.

"Owwwwww!!!!" howled Glen as he bucked his hips.

Susan continued spanking her brother's naked bottom at
my command and Glen soon began to cry openly. At my
instruction Susan didn't let up and Glen in the
desperation of humiliating pain kicked his feet into
the air and screamed bloody murder like a little boy,
much to the amusement of Susan's and myself.

By the end of his spanking Glen's buttocks were
completely red which contrasted beautifully with the
lily whiteness of the rest of his skin.

Glen's spanking was over but he could hardly stand.
After asking to be excused like a polite little boy my
son hobbled out of my bedroom with his erect penis
bobbing up and down as he walked.

I confess there were smiles of delight glowing on the
face of my daughter and myself as we watched Glen
leave. The females of the Edwards household had
certainly taken back control!


End Part 3