Date: Mon, 31 Mar 2008 15:50:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exposed Story 11

Exposed
By Steam Train    (steam_t2007@yahoo.com)


`A series of unrelated short stories capturing the
humiliation and embarrassment suffered by the stories
character when their late or early development is
exposed upon being made naked in public'.


Story Eleven


I had a carefree childhood. It ended suddenly when I
was barely eleven years old when both my parents were
killed in a light plane crash.

Both mum and dad came from single parent families and
all my grand parents were dead except Grandma Betty,
but she was senile and had been in a nursing home for
as long as I could remember.

With no close kin my parents will gave my legal
guardianship to the Sisters of the Light of the
Resurrection. My mum had had a great aunt who was the
Superior of the order long before I was born and she
had maintained some sort of contact with the order.

My parents were very well off, but the terms of my
parents wills allocated all the assets to be held in
trust by the sisters till my eighteenth birthday. Even
then I only had limited access to the funds till my
twenty fifth birthday.

My parents had only gone out for a short flight on the
day of the fatal crash. They used to fly to locations
where dad was investing in property to inspect
progress. They should have been home by the time I
returned from school.

They never came!

Instead it was the police and community service staff
that called at our house around 7pm that night and
took me away to care for me.

After the funeral service, community services handed
me over to a stern-faced middle aged matronly looking
nun and a younger fresh faces nun who escorted me in
their mini bus the hour forty minutes back to the
mother house of the Sisters of the Light of the
Resurrection.

Since my parents death my whole life had changed and
now as I sat in the mini bus I watched my hometown
passed by and familiar surroundings gave way to an
unfamiliar countryside. The knot that had developed in
my stomach was telling me that my life would never be
the same again.

After the long drive, the mini bus eventually turned
off the freeway onto another road and then after a few
miles, turned off onto a smaller side road which ran
into a thick forest. Four miles further on the mini
bus turned left onto an unpaved road which eventually
reached an ornate gate flanked by a tall stone fence
topped with barbed wire.

I remember thinking was this fence too keep the nuns
in or strangers out? In the distance I could see the
stone fence gave way to a more utilitarian wire
security fence. The matronly nun reached over and
pressed a remote located in the console of the van and
the gate swung open allowing us to enter before
closing remotely behind the mini van.

Our mini van continued then down the gravel path
through thick trees before coming out into a clearing
with a large three storey gothic design building in
the centre.

Eventually the matronly nun pulled the mini van up in
front of the mother house and handed over control of
the vehicle to the younger num whilst the matronly nun
assisted me and my suitcase out of the van and up the
imposing front steps. I couldn't help but notice that
every window in sight on the three storey building had
metal bars on the outside.

A plump older aged nun dressed in full black religious
habit and wearing a large silver crucifix suspended
from a chunky chain around her neck, stood in the main
entrance door to welcome us. She was clearly someone
to reckon with within the Sisters of the Light of the
Resurrection.

This sister thanked the matronly nun and after
shutting the entrance door, she locked it from the
inside with a key on a ring pulled from around her
waist and then escorted me inside the mother house to
her study just off the entrance vestibule.

The sister placed my suitcase over near the far wall
and beckoned me to sit in a huge leather chair that
faced her desk as she went round and sat down behind
her imposing large, oak desk.

"Good afternoon, David and welcome. I'm Sister
Bernadette the Superior General of the Sisters of the
Light of the Resurrection. We do not usually have
children within the mother house but your parents were
great benefactors to us and one of your great aunts
was our superior many years ago."

"Your circumstances with the loss of your parents
meant that the only Christian thing to do was to
acquiesce to the wishes of your parents will and take
you into our care. Since you will be spending the
years till you turn eighteen here with us, it is
important for you to understand that we will not
tolerate disturbances to our daily routines or
disobedient little boys."

"There are only females within the confines of the
mother house apart from yourself and so for the next
seven years till you turn eighteen you will be treated
as a little boy, which is exactly what you are right
now, but will continue to be treated as such even once
you commence puberty."

I can remember thinking what does she mean by that
comment but my thoughts were cut short when Sister
Bernadette continued, "There are many other things you
will learn about your new life here in due time. Right
now, we need to get you settled in. I have appointed
one of the nuns to be your house mother and a novice
to assist you. Sister Mary Catherine you're new house
mother will explain some more of the rules and
regulations we have set in place for your proper
upbringing. So come along now with me."

Smoothing out her habit Sister Bernadette stood up and
came out from behind her desk. I got up and went to
pick up my suitcase but Sister Bernadette told me to
leave it, instead taking me firmly by my upper arm and
marching me along at a brisk pace.

She took me down a long hallway and turned up a
stairway, then down another hall, into a small
vestibule. Off this vestibule there ran two hall ways
and I was lead down the furthest till near the end we
stopped at a locked door.

"This will be your room David. Wait in here till
Sister Mary Catherine arrives" Sister Bernadette
informed me.

She unlocked the door and ushered me inside before
turning and shutting the door behind her as she left.

What would be my new home for the next seven years was
very Spartan. Nothing like the double bed and
electronically fitted out room I had spent my whole
life in until my parent's death. On one side of the
room was a single bed set perpendicular to the wall.
Alongside was a narrow dresser with three drawers and
on the other side a small bedside table with a reading
lamp. Thick blue curtains framed the barred windows
and a worn blue rug was laid on the bare timber floor
in the middle of the room. A single, wooden chair
placed against the wall near the door was the only
other piece of furniture in the room. A single light
bulb hung down from the high ceiling on a long chord,
unadorned by any decorative cover.

I had noticed as we walked to my new room how silent
the mother house was. With the door closed, my room
was eerily silent as if I was completely sealed off
from the rest of the world.

It was some minutes before a very attractive young
woman in a novices habit opened the door and looking
in with a big smile, waved and said, "You must be
David. Welcome to the mother house, young man, I am
Mary Joseph".

"Hi and thanks' I replied.

A matronly middle aged nun like the nun who had driven
the mini bus accompanied Mary Joseph and entered the
room behind her.

After she introduced herself as Sister Mary Catherine,
she opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out
a pair of brown shorts, a pale yellow polo shirt and
some white socks.

"David you will find all your new clothes in the
dresser."

"But I don't need new clothes, I have some in my
suitcase and plenty back home!" I replied.

"These will be all you require for the next seven
years, young man. Until you are eighteen we have
decided that you should wear shorts and simple polo
shirts not those terrible jeans and other disgusting
items of clothing the young people of today seem to
find it morally acceptable to wear."

As she spoke, she held the shorts up against my waist.

"They look a bit too small" Novice Mary Joseph
commented.

"No they're just right for someone who is still a
child and is going to be treated like one for quite
some time" Sister Mary Catherine replied.

Then turning her attention towards me Sister Mary
Catherine said, "David I'm going to be your house
mother but I have other responsibilities here at the
mother house so on a day to day basis Mary Joseph will
have the job of looking after you

"Look me in the eyes when I am speaking to you, please
David." Sister Mary Catherine demanded firmly.

"Yes sister" I replied as I I moved my eyes to meet
hers. For some unknown reason my face flushed at
having to meet her gaze. It was as if eye contact
somehow enabled Sister Mary Catherine to see into my
soul.

"As your house mother, I am responsible for all
disciplinary matters in your life, but on a day to day
basis Mary Joseph has my authority to discipline you
as she thinks warrants the situation."

"Over your time here David, if you show progress and
indicate that you are ready to handle the privileges
of an older child, you will be given some of those
privileges, but for now, you will be treated like the
eleven year old that you are."

"As a little boy you are not permitted to dress in the
morning or undress in the evening or take a bath
without Mary Joseph's supervision or from me. You will
wear shorts and be treated like a child at all times.

"B .. b ... but ..." I tried to interject at this gross
invasion of my rights but was cut short as Sister Mary
Catherine continued.

"David I asked you to look up at me when I'm speaking
to you, and don't interrupt! It's the last time I am
going to tell you" Sister Mary Catherine again
demanded.

Something about her quiet, firm tone told me she meant
her threat.

"Any rudeness, bad language, displays of temper,
disobedience, or any other unacceptable behavior will
earn a prompt trip over Mary Joseph's lap or my lap
and a good, old-fashioned spanking applied to your
bare bottom. I find nothing is more effective than a
traditional spanking."

I was shocked at this revelation. I know my mouth fell
agape! My parents never spanked me. The worst
punishment they ever inflicted was time in the naughty
corner!

"Do you understand everything I have said so far,
David?" Sister asked.

I was almost too overwhelmed to take it all in and
just stood there, dazed and a little nervous. Did a
spanking hurt real bad? I confess I had seen friends
spanked and enjoyed their bawling and screaming but
the thought of having to endure a spanking myself was
a totally new and all consuming fear.

Well do you?" Sister Mary Catherine asked.

"Yes sister" I meekly replied.

"Good; then let's have you over here so we can get you
into your new clothes."

"I can dress myself sister" I interjected, suddenly
worried that I might really lose this most basic of
rights.

"David, I will inform you once and only once, if I
hear another disagreeing word out of you, I will have
Mary Joseph turn you bare bottomed over her knee!"
Sister Mary Catherine threatened.

I'm sure my face went red with humiliation as the
shock and fear as to the reality of my new situation
really sank in.

"Mary Joseph, would you assist David please to
undress" Sister Mary Catherine instructed.

"Come along, David, we don't have all day" Mary Joseph
said in a soft caring voice.

But as Mary Joseph advanced toward me I yelled out in
a moment of panic, "No leave me, I said I can dress
myself".

"That does it David, I did warn you! I'm afraid Mary
Joseph that we have a boy here who thinks he is old
enough to dress and undress himself. Perhaps young
David will be more willing to follow instructions on
the first request after he has had his first spanking.
Now strip him!" Sister Mary Catherine thundered.

Suddenly I was grabbed by Sister Mary Catherine and
then Mary Joseph moved over to me and began removing
my shoes. Despite my struggles, she then removed my
socks. After that, much to my horror, she reached for
my waist and undid my belt then popped the snap on my
jeans and began tugging them down.

"Nooooo!" I screamed. "I don't want to wear shorts,
you can't do this! Stop, please stop!"

But even as I begged Mary Joseph managed to pull my
jeans over my hips and then grasping them, tugged them
down and completely off.

"You won't be needing jeans for many years to come
David" Sister Mary Catherine commented as this was
done.

Mary Joseph then stepped back towards me and reached
for my shirt, despite my best efforts sister held me
firm and there was only so much I could do to stop
Mary Joseph from pulling my shirt up and over my head.

Call it excessive modesty, but I blushed furiously
when May Joseph had me with my arms raised exposing
the embarrassing small patchs of hair that had
recently begun to grow in my arm pits.

Mary Joseph noticed my embarrassing hair as well and
commented to Sister Mary Catherine, "How old is
David?"

"Recently turned eleven why?"

"He has hair in his arm pits. I thought this occurred
later in boys?"

"Hmmmm it usually does. Little boys certainly should
not have hair there or around their genitals. Nothing
a razor and shaving cream will not fix however" Sister
Mary Catherine replied.

Mary Joseph then reached for the waistband of my blue
silk boxers. In utter panic at my imminent exposure I
let loose with a torrent of abuse which Sister Mary
Catherine choose to ignore but by the shocked look on
Mary Josephs face she was unused to hearing.

My verbal tirade did nothing however to prevent my
exposure. Mary Joseph continued to pull my boxers
slowly down past my bottom, all the way down, past my
knees, and still lower till she took them completely
off. As she did this I made a vain effort to protect
my modesty by using my hands to cover myself as best
as I could.

Noticing my efforts at concealment Sister Mary
Catherine tried to slap my hands down and said, "Hands
to the side, David, I have seen naked little boys
before. Now stop covering up and fussing about this
instance otherwise I'll add extra spanks to your
upcoming punishment!"

The threat of further punishment made me move my hands
to my sides no matter how reluctant I was to do this,
though I did try to turn my front away from the two
women without much success.

I was now totally naked and fully exposed in front of
Sister Mary Catherine and Mary Joseph!

Sister Mary Catherine and Mary Joseph stood back and
surveyed their handiwork as I blushed profusely.

Their eyes were fixated on my uncircumcised penis with
its foreskin stretched over the head of my penis,
creating a bulge before tapering to a fleshy point at
the tip. My penis was flaccid from the humiliation and
embarrassment of being stripped naked but it still
hung long and skinny at around four inches down over
my plump scrotum. Above my penis my pubic hair had
also begun to grow some months ago and now consisted
of a not real dense dark and curly patch of hair that
had almost spreads across my groin.

The fact that at barely eleven years of age I had
already begun puberty was deeply embarrassing yet
somehow comforting as it proved I was more than a
child who still needed to be dressed and bathed.

"Good Lord, we shall defiantly be needing that razor
Mary Joseph, but at least the Good lord has given
David plenty of padding behind as a target for his
spanking" Sister Mary Catherine exclaimed.

"Yes sister It should be capable of taking quite a
spanking" Mary Joseph replied.

"Mary Joseph, after I have finished with David's
spanking, I'd like you to stay and shave David of all
this disgusting adolescent hair he has growing and
then help him with his bath before dressing him in his
new clothes.

"Yes sister"

"Please sister, don't shave me ..." I begged as Sister
Mary Catherine crossed over to the dresser, opened the
bottom drawer, and pulled out a long, heavy ruler that
had obviously been placed there for just such an
occurrence.

My voice trailed off as I saw the ruler in her hand
and the realization that I was about to be spanked,
set in.

Sister Mary Catherine then rolled up the right sleeve
of her habit and moved across the room and placed
herself down on the single chair that adorned my new
room.

Looking at the ruler in her hand Sister Mary Catherine
said, "I placed this ruler in the dresser in case I
needed to teach you a good lesson. I am very
disappointed that I have been forced to use it on our
very first meeting. By the time I finish with you
today, you will think twice before ever misbehaving
again let me assure you! Have you ever been spanked
David?"

"No sister" I nervously replied.

"Well your in for quite a learning experience then.
Now get over my lap David."

I reluctantly willed my legs to move me over to Sister
Mary Catherine's lap and then awkwardly lowered myself
on to her waiting lap.

I remember thinking as I took my humiliating position,
`I'm actually going to get a spanking! My mind had a
flash thought of the times I'd secretly laughed within
myself as I watched some of my friends received a
thorough spanking on the seat of their pants, on
underpants, but never bare naked like I was now
displayed. I'd never considered that I might also end
up over someone's knees like my friends!

As I lay there over Sister Catherine's lap  wondering
how bad spankings hurt, I saw out of the corner of my
eye the ruler flashed through the air and felt it land
squarely across the fullest part of my bottom, making
a loud cracking sound.

Pain faired upon my bottom, like I had never
experienced before.The ferocity of the sting of the
first spank really surprised me. One moment I was
tensing my bottom and waiting for the impact, the next
there was such a burst of pain that I let out an
uncontrolled gasp and kicked out with my legs.

Immediately, Sister swung the ruler again and then
again in rapid succession, each time landing on a
slightly different area of my bottom. The pain of my
first spanking caused me to cry out "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! It
hurrrrrrrttts! Pleeeessseee stttoopppp!" as tears
flowed from my eyes".

After the first round of spanks, Sister Mary Catherine
paused and began scolding me, "We won't be having any
more trouble when you need to be dressed or undressed
in the future, will we David?"

It was a rhetorical question because she did not wait
for an answer, but again swung the ruler with a
resounding crack against my already sore bottom and
let fly with another sequence of rapid blows.
Somewhere in the middle of the sequence I lost total
composure and began yelling at the top of my lungs as
each smack landed.

The ruler however continued rising and falling rapidly
for at least another twenty or so smacks, as I
continued to beg for mercy and cried out each time the
ruler landed. Near the end my yells had taken on a
terrified, helpless tone as fear mingled with pain as
body shook under the impact of the ruler and I began
to cry in earnest at the terrible pain I was enduring.

Finally under the onslaught of pain I broke down
completely and began openly crying, without shame,
exactly like the little boy they had decided I was.

When Sister Mary Catherine finally finished her
spanking my bottom was bright red from top to bottom
and even down onto my upper thighs. The moment I was
released I jumped up of Sister Mary Catherine's lap
and danced around rubbing my bottom with both hands
doing the dance of the spanked, oblivious to the
spectacle I was making as I lost any remaining
modesty. I didn't even realise for a few moments that
my penis had become fully erect during my spanking
session and was not flipping around as I danced about
fully erect in all of it's 5 ½ inches of glory.

After a few moments Sister Mary Catherine took me
firmly by the arm and led me to a corner of my room
where she pressed my nose against the wall and said,
"You keep your nose right in this corner, David, until
Mary Joseph returns with the shaving equipment before
your bath. If you so much as budge an inch whilst no
one is in the room, I will have you spanked again."

I was too frightened to even contemplate moving out of
the corner though I did take the opportunity whilst
the room was empty of rubbing my aching bottom some
more.

I was still standing in the corner crying loudly and
rubbing my burning red bottom, feeling like a
well-spanked little child when Mary Joseph reentered
my room.

She unpacked a pair of scissors, a razor, a towel, a
water squirter and a can of shaving cream onto the top
of the dresser and had me move from the corner and lay
on my back on my back. I gingerly did this the
pressure of the bed on my newly spanked bottom being
hard to bear.

Mary Joseph then picked up the scissors and in no time
at all reduced my source of manly pride, my pubic
bush, to nothing but stubble.

She then squirted some water on my groin and covered
it with the shaving cream and taking the razor, shaved
off the stubble of my pubes until I was as smooth as a
baby's bottom. She even made sure to get the hairs in
my arm pits and the few tiny hairs that had begun
growing on my ball sack and the faint peach fuzz that
ran up to my navel. When this was all finished Mary
Joseph then rinsed and dried me as if I was a baby!

I looked down to where my pubic hair had been and felt
a new surge of humiliation and embarrassment as my
bald genitals stood out naked and erect, totally
exposed against the pink rash of the surrounding fair
skin.

As Mary Joseph escorted me down the corridor to what
was to be my new bathroom, naked, humiliated and
looking like the little boy they were going to treat
me as for many years to come, the reality of my new
life flowed over me and once again I began to openly
cry.

"There, there little David, you will get used to this
in time. I am here to help and love you" said Mary
Joseph.

I looked up into her caring eyes and forgetting my
nakedness, I hugged her tight. There we remained,
standing in the corridor, me totally naked and exposed
for a long time, till I could regain my composure
enough to enjoy Mary Joseph gently washing my sore and
weary eleven year old body in the soothing hot bath.


The End