The Saga of Middleton

At the same time, some other organizations were looking into using the results of Principal DuPree's highly successful experiment in order to improve their own situations.

Local 363 -- the supermarket union -- had always had trouble with the membership in their bagboy subdivision (363b). The 363b members were all generally young guys, 18 to 19 or so (18 was the minimum age for union membership) and weren't really as responsible as they should be.

The officers of the union (and most of the other members) were older guys and were really starting to run out of patience with these kids who were always late with dues payments, didn't show up for demonstrations, and generally took their responsibilities way too lightly. The union had a lock on all bagboy jobs in the area, and these kids were on thin ice.

The union leadership had a meeting shortly after Principal DuPree's conversion of the school system and resolved to enact a two-level program to bring their 363b's into line.

Level 1: The 363b's are junior members -- even have lower dues schedules. Therefore, they will hereafter be treated as such. There will be a required uniform for on-duty hours (specifics are attached). There will be random inspections for compliance until the wearing of these uniforms is well-established. 363b's will be respectful of all other 363 members at all times. They will salute all other 363 members whenever they encounter them, and they will be responsive and obedient to all other 363 members.

Level 2: Any infraction of the above rules will result in corporal punishment. The exact form of the corporal punishment to be used for this purpose has been well-established by Principal DuPree of the Middleton High School and he has prepared a set of instructions for us (attached). Punishment will be carried out on the spot, whether the location be public or private. Community decency regulations will be temporarily suspended for the duration of each such punishment occasion. At the end of each such punishment occasion, all witnesses, including the participants, will sign a form testifying to the details of exactly what occurred.

Not to be unfair to its younger members, the union also enacted procedures for reporting and investigating any instances of unfair or inappropriate application of Level 2 punishments. It was hoped that the witness forms, which included reason for punishment, would make misuse of the new regulations infrequent.

The new uniforms were a big hit -- everyone in town loved them. Except, of course, for the members of 363b. They were pretty much a modified form of Kyle's spanking outfit (one of Kyle's dad's buddies was a union officer). They consisted of hi-tops and white athletic socks, gym shorts, and T-shirts, all with the union logo prominently displayed on them. What caused most of the negative reaction on the part of the 363b's was not the shorts and T-shirts (although the shorts were pretty skimpy). It was the lack of anything else that bothered them -- like, something to wear under them.

Well, at first, they all assumed that that just meant that they could wear whatever they wanted under the shorts. At the union meeting, when the uniforms were handed out, they were disabused of that notion.

After the reading of the new regulations, each of the 363b's was handed his package. The fact that the union was paying for all uniforms (including decent quality hi-tops) went a long way toward mollifying those bagboys who were inclined to resist the idea.

They were more than a little shocked, though, when they were told to change into the uniforms -- NOW! When some of them started complaining and refusing, they were reminded of the Level 2 regulations and the consequences of resisting the direct orders of a 363 member (which the chairman of the meeting was, of course). The complaining died down to muttering and the 33 members of 363b reluctantly started stripping down.

As was typical at these meetings, they were scattered in small clumps around the room amongst all the older members. As a result, the meeting kind of split up for a while at this point, as groups of men surrounded each of the small clusters of 363b's to get a good view as the younger guys slowly and resentfully began pulling off their clothes.

"Neatly, now. Don't be a bunch of pigs. Fold your clothes and stack them neatly under your chairs.

"And remember, nobody gets to open the package with their new uniform until everyone is ready. I want you all putting on the uniform at the same time.

"So I can tell when everybody's ready, just stand up on your chair as soon as you are."

"And that means bareass, y'all," came a voice from the back. There was a big laugh from the 363's, which pretty much drowned out the muttering from the 363b's.

By this time, there was already a lot of skin showing. A lot of hot pecs and 6-pack abs already on display. Nobody really wanted to be the first to stand up on the chair, stark naked, so the stripping slowed down when it came to their pants. But once everybody realized they were going to have to go through with it anyway, and they weren't going to get dressed again until everybody did it, they speeded up some.

One by one, the blushing, bareassed teenagers climbed up on the chairs, showing off everything they had to the older union men. The men were grinning and commenting on the bodies of the various junior members.

And, in general, the bodies were very hot -- nearly all the bagboys in this age group were high school ball players -- they had all gotten into the union based on one another's recommendations. Now that very selectivity and their good looks had a lot to do with why they ended up in their present position. Most of the union officers had been just itching for an excuse to get their hands on these hot bodies -- and Principal DuPree's gift to the men of the town -- instituting official corporal punishment -- was the perfect excuse.

So, looking around the room now, there were lots of fat dicks, big balls, muscular athletic asses. Nice tits on most of them, too. It almost looked like an evening at Chippendale Junior's. Not quite so muscular, maybe, but these asses were real and very hot-looking and (practically) within their reach.

Once they were all naked and on the chairs, the emcee let them stand there a few minutes, blushing and grumbling, so everybody could get a good long look.

"OK, boys, you can climb back down and open your new uniform package."

The boys were quick to hop down and tear into the brown-paper packages. They had known roughly what the uniforms would be like -- they'd seen a drawing in one of the memos -- but they weren't prepared for the reality to look quite so -- skimpy. It looked like there wasn't enough cloth in there to cover one of their buttcheeks, let alone their whole body.

As they started looking through the pieces, a couple of them began to panic. Where's the underwear? Or at least a jock. Finally, just to get something on, one of them pulled on the shorts. They fit pretty well -- elastic waist and cut like gym shorts, they seemed OK. More of them pulled on the shorts and the T-shirts. Then they sat to pull on the socks and hi-tops.

Well, the sitting gave away one of the problems they were gonna have. These shorts were not designed to be sat in -- around the room, the union men chuckled as the boys' big dicks and balls tumbled out of the legs of the shorts. They tried to tuck them in -- impossible. Finally, they just quickly pulled on the shoes and socks and stood up. At least, standing, they could pull the legs of the shorts down far enough to cover their big teenage cocks. At least most of them could -- a few still couldn't get the last half-inch or so covered unless they pulled their shorts down so low their asscracks showed.

The T-shirts didn't help either, as they were cut to end an inch or so above the waist of the shorts. They were also made out of some very thin, almost transparent fabric, so the outlines of the boys' pecs and nipples showed clearly through the cloth.

"Well, you look pretty good to me. Everybody's uniform seems to fit OK, as far as I can see." The chairman chuckled at that. "And I can see quite a bit! You all look great! You should be proud of yourselves."

The half-naked teenagers looked around at each other. Proud was not exactly the word.

"One thing you'll be glad to hear -- all your employers will be providing changing rooms and lockers, so you can leave your uniforms at your stores. You can wear your regular clothes everywhere else, like when you're going to and from work.

"But when you're on the job, you will be in uniform at all times. You add anything and you will be considered "not in uniform." There will be, as you know, random checks. These checks will be surprise checks and they will be thorough. Anyone who is not in uniform will receive a bareass spanking on the spot, as per the regulations.

"You've been given fair notice. Don't disappoint us.

"Greggson! Get up here! You're going to demonstrate the salute, so everybody gets it right."

A cute, blond 18 year old slunk up to the front. His uniform seemed a little smaller than the others. Even with the shorts low enough to expose half his ass, the end of his huge uncircumcised schlong was nearly exposed. It was clearly visible through the shorts, anyway, swinging when he walked.

The emcee demonstrated the salute, which was pretty straightforward, then had Greggson do it a couple of times. Then he explained the rest. At the end of the salute, after bringing the arm down, the 363b had to reach back and lightly slap his asscheek before bringing his arm back to his side. "This is just to remind you of the consequences of disobedience when you deal with a senior union member."

He had the whole group practice the maneuver -- after a few times, they got kind of used to it. They weren't looking forward to doing it in public, though.

"OK, that's it. You're all set! Beginning tomorrow, you will be wearing your uniforms on the job. And don't worry about those times when your cock or balls slip out of the shorts -- they won't be throwing you in jail. In fact, we got a special dispensation from the city that excuses all of you at all times (not only when you're getting spanked) from having to comply with the city's decency statutes." He laughed. "And on the bright side, that means that if you want to, when you walk down Main Street you can drop your pants or flash a moon any time you want, and you won't be breaking the law." He chuckled again. "Just in case you feel like it.

"In fact, given how hot-looking you are, the city has decided that having you guys in these uniforms constitutes an official improvement to the quality of life in Middleton. They're giving the union a break in our tax rate out of gratitude for instituting this new program. Just thought you'd like to know. Those bodies of yours are money in the bank to us, and don't think we don't appreciate it, right, guys?"

The rest of the union men let out a thundering three cheers for the junior members' hot bodies and the generous way they were allowing them to be used for the good of the union.

The next day in Middleton set an all-time record for grocery sales in the history of the town. In fact, it was more than double any previous record. At every supermarket in town, the 363b guys were in uniform, bagging groceries and carrying them out to customers' cars. More than one aging spinster got her first look at the fat cock of a teenaged hunk as it dipped below the hemline of his shorts. With all the bending and reaching and crouching these bagboys had to do in the course of their duties, there was no way their cocks and balls were gonna stay inside those shorts. And as they bent over to stow those grocery bags in trunks, back seats, and even the back of pickup trucks, their customers got a really good look at the hottest asses in town. After a couple of trips, these well-built young athletes stopped even trying to keep their shorts from creeping up into their asscracks. They'd be right back up there in another few minutes anyway.

On the bright side, their tips sure picked up. The boys hadn't noticed, but there were pockets in the back of the shorts and (in case anybody was slow on the uptake) the word "TIPS" was embroidered on each pocket. It didn't take long before these reluctant young athletes were willingly shoving their asses into the faces of their customers while they loaded their cars. And while they were bent over, they found ways of moving real slow, so the customers had plenty of time to take in the view and get out their wallets.

They weren't quite so happy about the way most of the customers tended to get greedy, reaching and groping after they'd tipped a kid -- like they'd paid for it or something. And with the new laws on the books, it wasn't even illegal for them to pull a guy's dick right out of his shorts and start squeezing it. Or to shove a hand down the back of a guy's shorts and start feeling up his ass.

Well, the bagboys learned quick enough to get themselves out of these situations without pissing people off. Of course, sometimes that meant that one of these hot young studs found himself going back into the store with a big hardon flopping around in (and even out of) his shorts. After a few hours of heavy blushing and trying to keep covered, they started getting resigned to it. Their dicks and asses were up for grabs -- permanently.

But at least they were making some real money out of it. One day's tips were gonna more than equal a week's salary. That's enough to make a guy think -- even if he wasn't the world's swiftest.

But, of course, at the same time the union started their spot checks for uniforms, too. At one supermarket at the edge of town, a guy walked in wearing a 363 badge and carrying a clipboard. He walked up to one of the checkout lines. As soon as the bagboy saw him, he stood to attention and saluted him, giving himself the required swat on the ass after the salute.

Nobody seemed to mind that the line had come to a stop -- they were too amused by the bagboy's embarrassment. He was a very cute 18-year-old, looked like a baseball player, tan, with straight black hair. He had a very well-developed, full round butt that was way too big for the shorts he'd been given. The shorts were already wedged high up in his crack, exposing the bottom half of his bare, sexy asscheeks. He was the sole reason that there were more people on this line than in all the others put together.

The union guy barked out, "Uniform check!"

The kid saluted again, slapping his (bare) ass again. He did not want a spanking and was very worried about all this.

"363b! As I call off each component of the uniform, you will remove it, fold it neatly, and place it on the floor. Is that understood?"

The kid went bright red. Nobody'd said anything about how the inspections were going to be conducted. If this had happened a couple of hours ago, he would have probably run screaming out of the place, but by now, he was getting a lot more used to public exposure. "Yes, sir!" he snapped, hoping the man was joking.

"Shoes - one pair."

The kid quickly crouched down, untied and removed his hi-tops, and placed them neatly on the floor in front of him. In the process his fat cock fell right out of his shorts, but the kid just tucked it back in when he stood up.

"Socks - one pair."

Same drill.

"T-shirt."

This one was a little tougher -- he had very nice, very well-developed pecs and when he stripped off the T-shirt, there were a few wolf whistles.

And finally -- "Shorts!"

He knew it was coming, so without thinking about it, he just dropped the shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them. The crowd now had a full view of a gorgeous teenage hunk, completely bare-ass naked. The kid's body reacted a little to the audience -- his fat cock arched out, well over half-erect. But it was his incredible ass that caught everyone's attention. His gorgeous melon-sized cheeks arched out in two perfect spheres.

"Very good, 363b. You have passed the uniform test. However, I regret to inform you that as the first inspection I'm making today, I'm required by the statutes to give you a pro-forma spanking, just so you and all your colleagues know we mean business."

The kid turned white. "Yes, sir."

The union man whipped over a straight-backed chair, turned it so the kid's ass would be toward the checkout lines. He positioned the kid over his right knee as per Principal DuPree's requirements, thighs spread, cock and balls pushed back to be fully visible between them. The customers were loving it. There wasn't a soft cock or dry pussy in the place.

He began the spanking, giving short sharp swats to one gorgeous cheek, then the other. After each swat, he kept his hand pressed firmly against the kid's asscheek for a good 5 seconds, then he squeezed it and went on to the next swat.

When it came to the next phase of the spanking -- the cheek spreading and deep crack swats -- the union guy had a lot of trouble -- the kid's ass was just too full for him to spread the cheeks with only one hand. He called over a customer -- a young man -- to help him out. He had the customer spread one of the kid's cheeks, while he spread the other with his free hand. He completed the spanking in high style, spanking thoroughly up and down this kid's amazing crack and delivering at least half a dozen sharp slaps directly on the kid's asshole. Between these slaps, he rubbed the tips of his fingers over the kid's tight little asshole. By the time the last of the asshole swats had been delivered, the kid's cock was rigidly erect and dripping between his thighs, while the kid himself was panting and gasping and squeaking with each swat.

In the end, he stood the sobbing kid up in front of him, his huge rigid erection pointing straight at the ceiling and patted him gently on the ass.

"That's it, 363b. Carry on. You may put your uniform back on and continue with your duties. You performed well, and I will certainly put that information in your report. Congratulations!"

The kid didn't quite understand what there was to be congratulated about, but he managed to gasp out a little, "Thank you, sir." The audience applauded, the man put the chair back where it came from and left the store.

The kid was left in front of the crowd of customers, naked and still sobbing, uncontrollable erection jerking in front of him. He managed to get back into his uniform, although he had to leave his cock protruding well above his waist band. He didn't bother trying to cover it -- the T-shirt didn't reach that far anyway. At least the waistband kept it from flopping around in front of him.

By the time he got the next customer's bags packed (the same young man who'd just been holding his asscheek while he was spanked), his shorts had worked their way back up fully into his asscrack and the kid's bright red ass was on display. The young man walked close to him as they went out to his car, patting and caressing those beautiful cheeks, but delicately -- they were pretty sore. In his van, he had the kid lower his shorts while he spread some soothing lotion over the teenager's big, hot melons. He slowly, sensually massaged every inch of the kid's bare ass, rubbing the lotion into the skin. He worked his way deep into the kid's asscrack, finally running his fingertips up and down the kid's asscrack, concentrating on his asshole, running his fingers over and over the hole until the kid was gasping with desire, his rock-hard cock leaking precum.

Just then, the young man glanced at his watch -- "Holy shit! I'm late!" Suddenly in a hurry, he ordered the kid out of the van, and left him standing there, shorts around his thighs, and so close to coming his head was spinning. He had to go back to work in that condition. The customers loved it. He made out like a bandit that day in tips. It took him a while to sort it all out, but in the end he realized that he had learned several very important lessons that day.