I'm going to tell you a story that happened when I was six years old. I remember it very well because what happened is sort of engraved in my brain:
It was time for siesta, so we all stripped down to our Y-fronts and went to the bathroom. While already peeing I realized that I hadn't put my underwear down enough, so I peed in it. I got a little shock because I was afraid that I could get caught having done a number on my pants and therefore would be deprived of my pants, be it as punishment or just because one doesn't walk around with wet trousers. So I did my best to hide the stain on my underwear. Luckily I managed to take my foldable bed out of the cupboard, to prepare it for sleeping and to put my pyjama top on. You must know that we only had tops because long trousers were forbidden. Some of my kindergarten-mates had short pyjamas, tops and bottoms, though. I was glad that I had no short pyjamas because that meant changing your trousers, so your ass and genitals could easily be seen and become a target of mockery by the others who weren't forced to be naked.
So I lay in bed and was glad that I had escaped the looks of the kindergarten teacher and the other children. Suddenly I realized that someone took my bed cover away. Angrily I wanted to draw it back, but no chance.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the teacher and heard her saying, "That big, and still peeing in his pants! The whole room is smelly! Take them off!"
I obliged: Sitting on the edge of my bed I pulled my white Y-front double-ribbed briefs off and hid my _c_o_c_k_ and balls between my legs by pressing them together. I could have never imagined that she could catch me by smelling my piss. My mind asked the question 'And what trousers am I supposed to wear now?', but I couldn't get a noise out of my mouth with all that shame.
"Lay down again!" I was told after she had put my briefs on my chair where all my other clothes were. I did so. Now followed what I remember most humiliating because it lasted that long: Since I was not used to sleeping bare-assed, I felt very uncomfortable. I reached down and touched my _c_o_c_k_ and balls to feel their shape and to imagine how it looked like: me naked from the waist down, only wearing a short pyjama top, just like a little baby that has no trousers. I imagined how I would have to get up like this after sleeping, leaving my butt and my _c_o_c_k_ in full view while the others would have fun mocking about my nakedness. I would have to fold my bed again, to undress my pyjama top and to walk around completely naked except for my slippers. Then I would have to go to the bathroom for peeing and washing my hands still being naked. I don't know what I thought would happen when we were told to dress again, perhaps I would put on my trousers without wearing any underwear. So I lay in bed feeling the deepest shame I've ever felt. In the other days I've often mocked about others being naked when changing their trousers or for whatever reason. Now it was me who would become the target of their mockery. Occasionally I heard the teacher laugh about something. Sure I thought that she was laughing about me. Another teacher from another group came in. I wondered what she would think of me when she'd see my stained briefs on my chair. I felt like an uncomplete human being...
Finally the educationer announced that it was time to get up. I sat on my bed trying to pretend it were the most natural thing for me to not wearing briefs. Suddenly I got an idea: It would be much better if I didn't stand up, but only knee. So my private parts wouldn't be that much visible. When I put on my slippers and kneed, I realized that I was wrong because my short pyjama top didn't hide anything. My long ball sac and my _c_o_c_k_ were hanging in full view. So it took only a few seconds until I heard Rochus' voice behind me
"I can see your ass."
I turned around and looked over my shoulders down my back. He was right: There wasn't anything that covered my buttocks. Again I heard his voice "I can see your ass."
He was still lying in bed and enjoying the nice view he had on my ass. He didn't even think of getting up, it was much nicer to watch me in my predicament.
I answered, "But can...".
I was so ashamed I couldn't even form a sense-making sentence like "But I *can* put off my briefs if I want to, can't I?"As if I had stripped voluntarily! But that was what I intended to say.
Again he repeated "I can see your ass!"
Shameful I looked at my side, at my much-too-short jacket that barely reached down to my navel let alone covered anything that would have much more important to be covered than my belly and my back. I looked at the side of my naked round ass, my legs and my feet in their slippers. Wasn't it even more humiliating: being deprived of one's briefs, but having to wear a short pyjama top and slippers? Again my lips formed that fragmental sentence "But can..."
In the meantime another teacher had come in. She must have been sorry for me and therefore said "Your briefs will surely have dried now. You can put them on again!"
That moment probably saw me as the luckiest boy. If she hadn't said that to me I would almost have died with shame. So I stood up and made my way through the aisle of other beds and children. It didn't matter to me that now my nakedness was even better visible and I didn't care about occasional glances at my crotch. Normally, walking around like this would have caused me much more shame, but now I knew that I would soon get out of my predicament. I sat down bare-assed on my chair feeling its cold wood on my cheeks and took my briefs. While I was putting them on, she asked me
"They are dry now, aren't they?"
You can bet that I would have never admitted it even if they'd been still soaking wet. So I just said "Yeah!" When I was about to fold my bed agagin, the other teacher went in again who had ordered me to strip my briefs.
You naughty boy," she shouted at me, "you can't put those stained briefs on again! Put them off!"
I blushed and obliged. "Come here," she ordered. Again naked from the waist down, my briefs in hand, I went to her. "Over my lap!" Without a sound, I did what she wanted. I realised that everybody was smiling with anticipation. My naked ass was now clearly visible bent over her knees.
"For peeing your pants and not following my orders you will be spanked," she announced. I hadn't been spanked before, so I was afraid it would hurt. I was so shocked I didn't dare tell her that the other teacher had allowed me to put on my underwear again. Next, I felt the slaps of her hand on my small butt cheeks. Man, it hurt! After about three or four slaps I couldn't hold back my tears any more and was crying freely.
"Now get up, and make your bed," she finally shouted.
I got up - tear staind face, stinging butt, and _c_o_c_k_ and balls bouncing - and walked back to my bed. I heard comments like "such a baby wetting his pants and crying..." I tried to ignore them while folding my bed and stripping off my pyjama top. Now completely naked apart from my slippers, I put my bed back into the cupboard. Next, I left the room for the bathroom. On the floor, some children from the small group saw me.
"The big boy has no pants on", they commented.
"He has a big pee-pee and a red ass", another one said.
Oh, what a shame, I thought to myself. I was now standing in front of the toilet again contemplating that it was now impossible to have an accident since I had no pants on. Afterwards, I again had to walk in my predicament back to our room. Everybody looked at my naked crotch and ass, I almost died with shame.
When I was about to dress, I hesitated: My stained briefs were not allowed, so I first put my socks on. Next, my undershirt and my pullover.
"What pants shall I put on?", I asked the teacher.
"Wait...," she replied and left the room.
So I was standing in the middle of the room: Naked from the waist down with a short undershirt and pullover, surrounded by a lot of children. I could almost feel their eyes on my behind and my crotch. With my arms hanging at my sides I must have made a very shameful face.
Ronny said to Simone, "Look at him, look at him!"
They were obviously enjoying my helplessness. I remember me touching my balls; I felt so much shame and must have been shocked that I couldn't even cover my crotch with my hands. I only cupped my palm around my balls leaving my _c_o_c_k_ in full view. After a time that seemed endless to me, the teacher came back with my gym shorts. She allowed me to put them on, which I immediately did. Finally I was dressed and safe...
Now it dawned on me that I could have spared me all that embarassing time. I just should have changed from my briefs to my gym shorts and the matter would have been solved. Even after I'd been caught in bed I could have thought about how to spare me walking around naked by walking to the floor when bedtime would be over and taking my gym shorts out of the cupboard. I even could have put on my pyjama jacket in such a fashion that it would have covered my waist rather than my belly and back. It was easily possible because it had buttons on the front. A T-shirt-like pyjama would have made it impossible. Dressed like that I could have walked around when going for my gym shorts. But rather than that I had hoped that I wouldn't get caught and had left on my wet briefs. After I had been caught I thought there is no escape any more and my punishment for having done a number on my pants would simply be to have to walk around naked as it usually had been common practice when we were in the young and the middle group when it often happened that somebody peed in their pants. But now we were in the older group where it normally didn't happen any more. It only had happened to me, and moreover not because I couldn't control my bladder but just had been thoughtless for one second. (But why didn't the 'good' teacher tell me to put on my gym shorts rather than my dirty briefs? This would have spared me the second time where I had to strip and became a target of mockery.) Stupid me! Why hadn't I reacted like a thinking human being, rather than to give in my fate. It would have been another matter if I hadn't cared of being naked. But this situation, being naked among others that wear clothes, is really embarassing. You must know that I was used to going to the nudist beach with my parents, but this situation has been definitely another one.
I must admit that this experience was really a bad one. And isn't it funny that I still remember it 25 years later in all its details? Luckily, a situation like this wouldn't cause me that much shame or even no shame at all if it happenend these days. On one hand because I now have a positive attitude towards my naked body and on the other hand since feeling shame can also cause much pleasure, so to speak _s_e_x_ual arousal, which can be explained by a sort of masochistic feeling. Still, my incapability to even look for a way out of any predicament remains. That means I had experiences afterwards where I failed to react normally just like in the case described above. But how can I get out of it...?
Plus, have I really lived up the humiliation and shame I felt so much? I doubt it for I have to think about what happened to me very often, though I now feel pleasure rather than shame...
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