STOLEN CLOTHES - PART 3 BY: Hooked6 Hooked6@hotmail.com Copyright December 1, 1999 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author (Hooked6@hotmail.com). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive in some localities. The author neither advocates or condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. STOLEN CLOTHES BY: Hooked6 Part 3 As I stood naked in the grasp of Mrs. Hampton, a popular teacher at school, I saw Tracy and Amanda race away in their car. They saw my predicament and wisely fled the scene. "Jonathan! What do you think you are doing young man?" asked Mrs. Hampton in a stern and intimidating tone. "I. . . uh. . . it's not my fault. . . honest! It was Tracy. She did this," I cried. Mrs. Hampton was not moved. She had heard her fill of lame excuses in her day and was sure I was up to no good. "I'm surprised at you!" she said. "I saw you in the store acting like a pervert and now this! I have known Tracy Barker for years. She's a sweet and innocent young girl. Don't try and blame your perverted behavior on her, young man. Now you come along with me!" Mrs. Hampton grabbed my ear and with a twist, marched me out into the parking lot toward her mini-van. I protested and maintained my innocence but to no avail! People were laughing and pointing at me as I passed naked between the rows of cars - getting a lecture from this matronly lady holding firmly onto my ear as we walked. Everyone could tell I was in trouble and seemed to want to stop and enjoy my humiliation. I wanted to be ANYWHERE but there. It wasn't even MY FAULT! Upon arriving at her van, she opened the side door and shoved me in. Mrs. Hampton got in and started the engine and we were on our way. "Where," I stammered, "Where are you taking me?" I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Mrs. Hampton slammed on the breaks and turned around with an angry look on her face and said, "YOU had best be quiet young man! I am so ashamed of you I just can't think right now. Wait until your mother hears about this!" She kept mumbling under her breath and continued driving. As we entered the highway, my thoughts turned away from how much trouble I was in and returned once again to how naked I was. . . in broad daylight and driving down busy streets! My teacher was seeing me nude! I quickly used my hands to cover myself and slid lower in my seat. I was sure that everyone passing by could tell that I was naked in the van and almost everyone looked familiar to me. Did they recognize me? Was that. . .? No. . .it couldn't be. After a while, Mrs. Hampton turned into a grocery store parking lot and found a place to park. "I have to get a few things while I am out this way and I need to walk a bit and cool off my temper. YOU had better BE here when I get back." With that, she left. I was sitting naked in the back of a minivan in a public parking lot. I shivered at every voice, every car door sound I heard. I slumped low in the hope that no one would spy my condition and I kept a watchful eye on the passersby. What was I to do? I was miles from home and I could only imagine the horrors that awaited me. I looked around for something to cover myself with, but like the old lady herself, her van was impeccably clean. Not even a piece of scrap paper to use as covering. Suddenly I was jolted back to reality at the site before me. There was Mrs. Hampton coming out of the store with a cart full of groceries being pushed by Susan, a girl from my school!! She COULDN"T be serious!! What was she thinking? I curled up into a ball and hid low on the seat. Peeking over ever so carefully over the top of the middle bench seat, I saw them getting closer and closer. Soon they reached the back of the van and Mrs. Hampton opened the back hatch. She began carefully placing the bags into the back of the van all the while talking to Susan. Mrs. Hampton then stopped in mid-sentence and said in a commanding voice, "Jonathan! Sit up and BEHAVE yourself! Stop fooling around." I slowly sat up on the bench facing away from her, hoping the back of the bench seat would hide my condition from Susan. "What's wrong Mrs. Hampton?" asked Susan innocently. "Is Jonathan in some kind of trouble?" Mrs. Hampton changed her demeanor and calmly answered, "I caught this creep lurking around the beach without any clothes on today chasing after girls." I heard a giggle from Susan and then she asked, "Is he really NAKED in there?" There was more laughter from the both of them now as the teacher said, "If you don't believe me, see for yourself!" The two of them walked to the side of the van and the teacher slowly opened the door. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it was going to jump right out of my chest! I was sitting there with both hands covering my crotch dying with embarrassment. Susan's eyes got big as she exclaimed, "OH MY GOD!" Susan looked me up and down with a smile that I'll never forget - like a cat that had just gotten away with something! There was an awkward moment of silence, then Mrs. Hampton held out several plastic bags of groceries and said, "Jonathan. . . put these in the back seat, the trunk is full." I couldn't reach the bags and place them in the back without getting up. I carefully stood up a bit, reaching for the bags with one hand and keeping the other one covering my crotch. The bags were too awkward to manage with one hand, however, and things began to slip. "Careful you IDIOT! Use BOTH hands. There are EGGS in there!" barked the teacher. I quickly reacted without thinking as I saw the carton of eggs begin to fall out of one of the bags. I reached up with my other hand and quickly caught the slipping items, leaving me exposed to the young girl. Her hilarious laughter made me realize how foolish I must have looked. My naked cock had to pass just inches from her face leaning inside the doorway, as I negotiated the small aisle between the middle seat and the back of the van. Everything was too much for me. As I returned to my position in the middle seat, my eyes caught hers and Susan was definitely staring at my now hardening cock. I was too embarrassed to say anything. Mrs. Hampton had to break up the show by saying, "Thank you, Susan. See you at school in the fall." I heard Susan squeaking with delight as she pushed the now empty cart back to the store. Once again we were on our way. Shortly, we entered a subdivision and after passing many houses, stopped in front of a modest home, which I took to be hers. I sat quietly in the van while she unloaded the groceries and took them into the house. Now what? I wondered what would happen next. Soon she returned and yet again, we road off onto public streets with me still naked in the back. Not another word was said on the journey. Soon I began to spy familiar places. OH NO! We were heading toward my home already! Sure enough, in no time at all, she stopped at my house and my mom's car was in the driveway! This was it. I was a dead man! Mrs. Hampton opened the side door and grabbed at my ear, pulling me from my perch and hauling my naked butt across the lawn. My mom had noticed the strange van pull up and was standing at the open front door witnessing the strange site before her. Here I was being forcibly dragged toward my own mother - NAKED!" My mom looked on with horror as she exclaimed, "JONATHAN!" "I am Mrs. Hampton, a teacher a your son's school. I caught him running around naked at the beach chasing after girls this afternoon. I thought you would want to know." She said. The look on my mom's face said it all as I stood there helplessly. "I'm ashamed of you! Get in the house this instant!" she ordered. Mrs. Hampton continued to drag me into the living room and both women sat on the couch while I now stood in the center of the room. "What am I to DO with you. I just don't know what gets into you," said my mom. "BUT MOM!" I protested, "It wasn't like that. I can explain!" "Nothing you can say can explain away the fact that you are naked. . . my own son. . . naked here before and one of his teachers. You are really going to get it now." My face turned beet red and I looked towards the floor. The site of my cock reminded me that I was all too exposed before my own mother. She hadn't seen me this way since I was a little boy! Mrs. Hampton intervened. I have seen this type of behavior before. Perverts like Jonathan here think that they are so well endowed that everyone wants to see them!" She pointed at my cock and continued, "No woman that I know would get excited over a little thing like that!" Her words sliced me to the quick. I was never so humiliated in all my life. A TEACHER was making fun of my manhood! How could I ever face her in class again knowing what she had seen, and what she thought of my cock. "Anyway," she said, "The only way to cure this type of behavior is to nip it in the bud. Make him ashamed of himself and his behavior so that he will NEVER want to do this thing again." My mom agreed. "If he hates clothes so much maybe he shouldn't wear any for awhile. But first, a sound spanking is in order." My mom went into the other room and returned with a ping pong paddle. Se bent me over so that my hands touched the arm of the couch and gave the paddle to my teacher! I couldn't believe this! I was going to be spanked by my teacher! WHACK! The first paddle blow struck home. I was bound and determined that I wasn't going to give either of them the satisfaction of seeing me cry! WHACK! Another blow, this one harder than the first. This kept up awhile with pauses between blows so that I wasn't sure when the next was coming. Soon a weird thing happened. To this day I'll never understand it. I got an erection! Here I am in severe pain and I'm getting a boner! WHACK! The paddle fell yet again. Mrs. Hampton noticed my cock and said, "Look there! Now we can really see what a pervert he is. He needs to be taught a serious lesson!" My mom took over and paddled my now burning behind. "Maybe next time you get perverted thoughts like this you'll think twice," she said. She intended on inflicting even more pain to my already sore behind and making me concentrate on my sins. She was sooooo wrong. All I could think about was getting revenge on Tracy. And I would too!