BRIAN'S PLAYGROUP HUMILIATION

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This story was not written by me but by Charlie on the petticoat discipline quarterly site which unfortunately no longer exists this is why I post it here, if the author doesn't want this to be posted here let me know.

BRIAN'S PLAYGROUP HUMILIATION by Charlie

PART ONE
1.
         A gentle breeze blew across Brian's face momentarily giving him a reprieve from the muggy afternoon summer heat. The sky was filled with low hanging white fluffy clouds, but the sun still made its presence felt, occasionally shining through gaps in the cloud cover but otherwise filling the air with a humid heat as it cast its rays through the clouds. It was a Monday afternoon and School was over for the day once more and although it was the start of another week at school, there was now only one week left before they broke up entirely at the end of term for the summer holidays, and the end of the school year. Like just about every child the world over, Brian had been looking forward to the end of school and the onset of the summer holidays, but now he wasn't so sure. His mother had told him only a few days before that he was going to be spending most of it having to attend a summer club at a nearby nursery school. During the summer the nursery took on older children up to the age of fifteen to be cared for at the nursery along with the usual toddlers and three to four year olds. Having to spend most of his summer holidays having to go to a summer club or a camp would have been bad enough but this being one at a nursery school, left Brian feeling especially hard done by. Nursery schools were for preschool babies and toddlers, not fourteen year old boys like him. What could they possibly have to keep him entertained? Brian was filled with gloom as he struggled to imagine how he would pass the time at a nursery school surrounded by little children, and the thought of being patronised and treated like a little child, as he no doubt would be by the women carers there, rankled and annoyed him. To add to that, now he was supposed to be going there early before the start of the summer holidays, as the nursery had started taking the older children in as part of an after school club in order to slowly acclimatise them to the nursery for when they would eventually be going to the day club, and of course it would also get the little toddlers used to the big children.

         So Brian stood there waiting outside the school for a minibus van from the nursery, that was supposed to come and pick him up. School had finished barely five minutes before and already there was almost no one else left waiting outside the school gates, apart from three first year girls who were stood off over to the other side of the gates chatting among themselves. Brian presumed they must still be waiting for a parent to come and pick the three of them up, as he stood there now starting to feel a little worried and anxious about what it might be like at the nursery. His increasing nerves made him feel even more hot and bothered than before as he stood there still dressed in his full senior school uniform of his long grey school trousers, grey shirt with a stripy blue and yellow tie, and his grey school blazer, which felt thick and heavy as he stood there in the humid heat. They had been given the option of wearing the official school shorts, but Brian thought they made you look like a sissy little junior boy, as they still had 70's style short legs that barely came down a couple of inches from the crotch and were almost covered by the hem of the blazer, which made it look almost as if you weren't wearing any shorts or trousers at all and were stood there in your just pants. So Brian had dismissed getting any of the school shorts when his mother had offered to buy him some and instead had chosen to endure the discomfort of the hot sweaty heat.

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That morning Brian's mother had given him a plastic bag with some of his older clothes for him to take and change into out of his uniform when he got there. In the bag was his old blue two tone polo shirt and an old white t-shirt of his that had a print on the front with the word Denmark and a cartoon Viking boat beneath it, which he'd got on holiday there over a year ago, and was now starting to fit a bit overly snug as he grew out of it. His mother gave him the choice of an old pair of blue jeans or a pair of his old shorts. Brian chose the jeans over the shorts easily, as the shorts were a pair of his old stretchy towelling type ones, which seemed rather childish looking for a boy of his age now and like his Denmark t-shirt, they fitted rather too snuggly and looked more like he was wearing a pair of towelling underpants rather than shorts. Like the school shorts, those towelling ones were also rather short legged, especially now that he was starting to grow out of them, so much so, that if he crouched down, the legs of the shorts would ride up and his underpants would poke out from underneath and be humiliatingly revealed around the backs of the legs. Along with his jeans and two t-shirts, his mother had also put in a spare pair of his underpants, which the nursery had requested that they do. They were of course yet another pair of his colourful patterned y-fronts, that Brian seemed to have so many of. Brian didn't yet get any say in the underwear that was bought for him, and whilst some boys at school got to wear the latest fashionable trendy looking briefs and slips, Brian had to put up with a steady stream of full fitting cheap nylon y-front briefs with two tones colours or brightly patterned prints which were sometimes quite childish in nature, which his mother bought from market stalls or the cheaper shops up town.

         As it was the last week of school and exam time was now over for the years above him, the teachers had stopped handing out homework, so Brian had left his school bag full of books back in his locker and just had with him the plastic bag with his old clothes in as he stood there waiting and sweating fretfully in the hot humid air. A few minutes later a small van that had been converted into a minibus with a logo of the nursery emblazoned down the side, pulled up in front of the school gates. The driver side door popped open and out stepped a plump jolly looking lady who was in her late forties or early fifties.

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"Hello! I'm sorry I'm a little late!" she exclaimed cheerfully as she jumped out the van and quickly began to open and pull back the sliding side door of the van for the rear seating. To Brian's surprise the three first year girls now also began to walk over to the minibus just as he had started to himself, and it appeared that they would also be going to the same nursery as he was too. This now made Brian feel even more awkward than ever, as the lady stood there and read out the names of the three girls. "And you young man, must be Brian Maynard?" she said to Brian cheerfully as he stood there looking a bit awkward and uncertain. The three girls quickly got in the van taking the three rear seats, giggling and chatting away as they did so, and as Brian got in after them he felt himself blush with shame as he momentarily caught their eyes before sitting down on the seat in front of them, wondering what they would be thinking of an older teen boy like him having to attend a nursery school to be babysat and looked after.

         Fortunately the journey didn't last too long, and Brian sat there quietly as the three girls gossiped and chatted among themselves behind him. When they finally arrived, Brian saw that the nursery was just a large brownish red brick house situated in one of the more modest middle class suburbs of the town. It looked as if the nursery had once been two semidetached houses that had been knocked through into one at some point and then converted into the nursery. The whole of the front garden area of the house had been bricked over and turned into a parking area, which the van now pulled up onto along one side of the building in front of a large tall wooden gate, which was about nine foot or more high. As they got out of the van, from the other side of the tall gate Brian could hear the sounds of lots of little children playing outside. The lady then shepherded Brian and the girls in through a door in the side of the house into an entrance hall area. Immediately on the left was a set of stairs going up to the next floor, whilst on the right hand side of the hall was a large row of pegs with lots of little coats and bags hanging on them, each with a colourful little name tag above it, and beyond the hall, an open doorway led in to a long corridor with doors either side of it. Most of the doors were open and from many of them Brian could hear the sounds of children playing and being supervised by the ladies there, and every now and then a few children would pop out of one room and quickly dart into another. The children he saw looked to range in age from about four to eight years old and were mostly girls with a few little boys every so often. Along one side of the corridor up against the wall in between the doorways, were a few large sturdy looking old dark brown wooden wardrobes. As they entered the hall, the lady that had brought them in began to deal with the girls first, giving them directions to a room upstairs that they could change in and told them to bring their uniforms back down with them, so that she could safely put them out of the way in one of the wardrobes. After the girls went up the stairs, the lady then turned her attention to Brian who was stood by patiently waiting.

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 "Right Brian, come with me and let's get you sorted out and ready too." The lady said cheerfully as she motioned Brian to follow her down the corridor. Brian had assumed that she was taking him to a room along the corridor that he was going to use to change in, when suddenly they stopped at one of the large wardrobes which the lady then opened up. "Right this one's got the boys things in." She said, opening it up to reveal a series of shelves divided into little cubbyholes. In many of the cubby holes were neatly folded little piles of clothes. They were mostly little pairs of trousers and t-shirts, some with little pairs of underpants neatly placed on top, but he also spotted a few grey school uniforms here and there. On the front of the shelf in front of each occupied little cubbyhole, a simple piece of masking tape had been torn off and stuck there and had a name written on it with a felt tip marker pen. "Ah, there is yours." The lady said, looking at one of the larger ones near the top. "You've got a bigger one because you're a big boy of course!" she added in a rather cheerful patronising tone that made Brian cringe. "Right, are those the clothes you've brought along with you?" she asked, looking at the plastic bag Brian was holding, to which Brian nodded. "Oh good! I'll take these off you and sort them out on your shelf for you, whilst you get yourself out of that uniform." The lady carried on cheerfully as she took the plastic bag with Brian's clothes from him and started delving into it to see what was in there. Brian stood there for a moment feeling a bit confused and uncertain. Did she just ask him to take his uniform off? Where does she want him to get changed? Is she going to give him some clothes from his bag to take with him?

         "Urm... err... Miss? Urm... where do you want me to get changed?" Brian asked timidly as the lady began pulling his clothes out of the bag.

         "Oh, just here will be fine please." She replied, and Brian just gawped at her with a look of shock and incomprehension. "Yes, just here please!" she repeated again when she saw Brian's startled and confused face. Brian started to slowly and tentatively take his blazer off still looking startled and uncertain. "Yes, that's it. Now if you could just hurry it along a bit, as I'm sure you don't want me to have to take your things off for you, do you?" she said, now trying to hurry Brian along a bit.

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 1.4     Brian's mind whirled and raced as he stood there and began to take his uniform off. He could hardly believe it. She wanted him to get undressed right here in the corridor where he could be seen by anyone, especially the little girls that kept running past every so often. Brian's face flushed with nerves and trepidation as he took off his jacket and began to work on his tie with fingers that now trembled and fumbled. As Brian removed each item of his school uniform, the lady took them off him and neatly folded them and placed into the wardrobe up in his cubbyhole. Brian finally undid all the buttons on his shirt and took it off, leaving him standing there bare chested and feeling awfully exposed and rather embarrassed, and he almost jumped as a couple of little girls ran past into another room giggling. Next Brian laboured over taking his shoes and socks off; trying to delay the dreadful inevitable moment he would have to take his trousers off. As Brian pulled off his last sock he could hear his heart pounding, as at last he moved his hands down to the waistband of his grey school trousers and began to unfasten and unzip them. Hoping that no little girls would come past him, and with the lady standing there watching him intently with a look of impatience, Brian began to slow start to take his trousers down. Brian felt almost faint as he pulled down the waist of the trousers lowering them down to his thighs and exposing his brightly patterned y-front underpants. Just as Brain was about to take them all the way down he suddenly heard the voices of the three first year girls as they rapidly came running along the corridor.

         "Here you go Miss! Where would you like us to put our things?" the three girls asked as they quickly came along the corridor to where Brian and the lady were stood. Caught by surprise, Brian stood there and froze for a moment as he looked in utter shock at the three girls now stood right in front of him. At that moment the girls suddenly noticed Brian's state of undress as he stood there half naked in front of them with his trousers round his knees and his underpants on full display. The girls burst into loud fits of surprised and amused laughter as they saw him standing there with his trousers down. Then Brian suddenly came to his senses and quickly pulled his trousers back up whilst blushing furiously.

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1.5
"Oh, just leave your things here girls. I'll sort them out for you, don't worry." The lady told the girls, seeming completely unconcerned about the embarrassing little underpants exposing incident that had just happened to Brian. Once the girls had left their stuff and gone on down the corridor to go out into the back garden, Brain was once more left in the position of having to finally remove his trousers. Now thinking it probably wiser to get them off quickly so that he could get dressed in his casual things as soon as possible, Brian now hastily took his trousers down before any more girls came passing by. In his haste Brian tripped and stumbled as he tried to pull the legs of his trousers off over his feet, causing him to panic and fumble even more. Finally Brian had his trousers off and he stood there red faced with embarrassment and feeling very exposed now wearing nothing but his underpants out in the middle of the corridor in this busy little nursery school. The lady took his trousers off him and neatly and carefully folded them before putting them on his shelf on top of the rest of his uniform. She then looked him up and down appraisingly as he stood there shyly; all exposed in his underpants in front of her, making him feel quite humiliated and belittled. Brian just wished she would hurry up and give him his casual clothes so that he could quickly get dressed again.

         "Hmm, let's give you this one today I think." She finally said before selecting his two tone blue polo shirt from his things. Rather than hand it over to Brian, she then made him hold up his arms so that she could dress him in it herself. Brian felt like a little child as she pulled the shirt over his head, making sure his arms were in before pulling the hem down, which to Brian's surprise she then neatly tucked all round into the waistband of his underpants. "Right, that'll do you for now I think. It's far too hot and sticky to be wearing those jeans on a day like today." She then said as she gave Brian an appraising look before turning round to shut the wardrobe doors. Brian could only stand there stunned as he looked on with utter dismay as she closed the big thick wooden doors of the wardrobe and then pulled out a set of big old iron keys on a ring, one of which she stuck in the key hole of the wardrobe and locked it with a loud solid click. Brian was now stood there in the corridor wearing nothing more than his polo shirt and y-front underpants, with all his clothes now locked securely behind the big thick wooden doors of that wardrobe, and with it seeming increasingly unlikely he was going to get them back any time soon. A mounting sense of shock and horror swept through him as he realised that he was now obviously expected to spend the rest of the day dressed like this in just his underpants and shirt. As Brian stood there stupefied, a couple of little girls about seven or eight years old came out of a room and walked past to go into a nearby one, and as they passed Brian they let out amused little giggles as they saw him standing there in his underpants. Brian's face flushed hotly with embarrassment and humiliation and he rather pathetically tried to put his hands down to cover his exposed underpants as they passed by. "Right, come on Brian. Let's get you out into the back garden and out in that lovely sun and we'll introduce you to some of the other children, although I'm sure you probably already know the three girls from your school of course." The lady eventually said to Brian as if nothing at all was wrong, and took him by the arm and began to lead him down the corridor and towards the exit out into the back garden, and all he could do was stumble along beside her in a state of shock.

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Brian was led out into the back garden, which was a surprisingly large square of plain flat grass, bordered on all sides by a tall boarded wooden fence. Out on the big square of grass, lots of various garden toys and bits of play equipment were scattered about, and of course there were also lots of little children running around playing with it all. The majority of the children there seemed to be little girls, but there were also a few odd little boys running around too. Brian noted that nearly all the boys were dressed nothing more than just their little y-front underpants, but there was also the odd little boys in shorts and t-shirts here and there. Most of the boys looked aged no more than about three to six years old at the oldest, all apart from one junior aged boy who looked about nine, that was currently squatting precariously on top of a small plastic buggy obviously meant for toddlers. The boy was stripped down to just his yellow y-front underpants that had a contrasting navy blue trim, and he was looking quite agitated and worried as two girls about seven years old sat near him giggling and looked as if they were having a bit of fun teasing him. The girls by contrast were all dressed in either shorts or skirts and t-shirts or light summer dresses, and some of the girls were still wearing their junior school uniform dresses and skirts. Not a single one of the girls had just been stripped off to their underwear, even the little toddler aged girls were all dressed properly. The average age of the girls looked a bit higher than that of the boys too, and their ages seemed to range from about three up to about eleven or twelve due to the three girls from the first year of his school, who were the eldest girls there. There were also a lot more junior aged girls there and quite a few looked between the ages of seven and ten.

         Still holding Brian by the arm the lady led him over to where a small wooden indoor climbing frame of the sort used by toddler groups, had been placed outside and surrounded by a few foam filled safety mats. On the frame a few little preschool aged girls and one junior aged looking girl were having a clamber about. Around the base of the frame a couple more junior girls were playing about on the mats. The slightly chubby looking junior aged girl up on the climbing frame, who looked about eight or nine, was just about to take a turn down the slide attached to the side of the climbing frame, when the lady brought Brian over to stand before the frame and present him to the girls. Brian could hear his heart pounding and almost felt faint as she brought them both to a halt right in front of these junior girls.

         "Right girls, I want you to say hello to Brian here, who's just joined us today. I know he's a big senior boy, but that doesn't mean he won't be feeling quite shy with all your new faces around to get used to. So I want you all to give him a nice welcome and make him feel at home." The lady said to the little junior girls, who stopped what they were doing to stare at Brian, as he stood there before them all exposed in his brightly patterned y-front underpants and two tone blue polo shirt. With that the lady just left Brian stood there as she then went off round the other side of the climbing frame to watch over some little toddlers. Brian stood there rooted to the spot blushing furiously, as the three junior girls looked up at him stood there in his underpants and began giggling and laughing at him. The chubby girl then quickly came down the slide to land at the bottom so that she could get a better view of his underpants. In front of him a little girl of no more than about seven, dressed in her little light blue school summer dress looked up at him smirking and giggling. Over to his left an older ten year old looking girl dressed in shorts, a t-shirt and a sun hat, who had been sprawled out on one of the mats, was busy pulling herself backup with the frame behind her, so that she could also get a better look at him. She was having a hard time trying to pull herself back up though, as she burst into fits of amused derisive laughter and giggles as she stared at Brian timidly stood there in his underpants. The chubby girl to his right that had now come down the slide also joined in with the giggles and laughter, and Brian could only stand there looking pathetically shy and nervous. Brian's face flushed hotly with shame and humiliation, and at first his hands instinctively came down in a clumsy and pathetic attempt to try and cover his exposed underpants from the staring giggling girls. He soon realised that it was utterly pointless trying to cover himself from their watching eyes and after a few moments he meekly let his hands fall to his side in resignation, letting the girls properly see the front of his fully exposed underpants as he bowed his head down in shame and submission before them.