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Hey all.
So I stumbled onto this story from BDSMLibrary called The Exam by Jarron Greene
It's got a lot of ENM humiliation, but really its mostly a spanking torture type story that, I know people do like, but I've never really been too keen on myself.

Anyway, the point I want to get to is.
There is a section in this story that i think could make for great inspiration in a more ENM focused story.
I actually always wished that Jarron Greene, the original writer, had written other stories along this line.

I have no real writing skills myself so I just thought I'd put it out there in the hope that one of you great writers might be interested in it.
Also just to be clear, I'm not suggesting for anyone to re-write another authors work.I feel like that would be a very uncool thing for me to ask.
This is more, taking the setting and basic idea as inspiration for a new story.

The excerpt from a story is this:

Even his Mom got weird sometimes when it came to his nudity. She liked playing
games with him and seeing how far she could push him. She had no problem walking
in his bedroom to wake him for school, knowing that he slept naked and often
kicked the covers off. He would open his eyes to find her, folding laundry on
his dresser, bedroom door open wide, while he lay there stark naked with his
dork standing up sometimes still leaking. Occasionally she would be talking to
his little sister or his Aunt who would be in the doorway, as casual as if they
were at the market. They might have been there for an hour, seeing every muscle,
every vein.

Then one morning, when he was 16, the straw that broke the camel's back
occurred. He woke up with a puddle of cum on his abs, his belly button full of
baby batter. She was standing in his room talking to Mrs. Howard who was leaning
in against the open door. "Mom! What are you doing?" He yelled at her. "Don't
take a tone with me young man, you don't have anything I haven't seen a thousand
times before. I changed your diapers for years, and just because "that thing" is
big now, doesn't take away my right to see you naked. You slept in again, and
your brother and Dad left without you. This must be my 10th trip in here to wake
you." He noticed they were all dressed up. Was it Sunday, he wondered?

"Get up and go take a cold shower before you make a mess with that hose leaking
all over my sheets. MARCH NOW!" she was pointing at his penis and yelling. He
was becoming ashamed of possessing such a big dork. He was starting to believe
it was freaky big and he was just a stupid jock.

David stared at her in disbelief, feebly trying to cover his 9-incher standing
up and his bag lying across his left thigh. Normally he would put on shorts or a
towel, but he was so pissed at her for invading his space, that he jumped up
quickly and headed for the basement shower. His Mom walked right behind him and
even cracked him on the ass. He would have to walk through the kitchen and past
his sisters' room, but FUCK IT, he thought. He was going to have a talk with Dad
tonight. Then, as he turned the corner into the living room, he marched right
into 20 females from their church. It was his Mom's turn to host their monthly
breakfast and he was floored. They all stared at him, giggling and pointing at
his smooth muscular body. He turned to go back and ran directly into his Mom and
Mrs. Howard. They edged him back into the breakfast area asking, "Aren't you
going to say hello to the ladies, David. They are from the Mothers and Daughters
League. You remember my boy 'David' everyone?" she asked politely.

He looked down at his groin and saw that at least 4 inches of teen hardon were
still visible behind his hands and his long hanging scrotum was completely
exposed. "MOM!" he glared at her. "You are not leaving this room until you say
good morning to the ladies." She fired back. Looking for an alternate exit, he
spotted his Aunt Anne and his sister at the cellar door. The only remaining
option was out the front door, and that was worse. This was beyond humiliation
and he just caved in.

"Mornin'," he curtly said and tried to break free of his Mom's grasp.

"That's no way to say good morning to a group of proper ladies, David." She
admonished, "now say good morning and apologize for your appearance. We're going
to stand here until you get it right. Personally, I have all day," He looked
around and spotted 6 girls in his grade at the high school. This was too fucking
much!! They were giggling and whispering. He tried it again.

"Umm...good morning and I'm real sorry ladies," he muttered.

"Say it again, clearly and properly, before we make you go from to go
table-to-table and greet each person," she threatened, only half-jokingly. The
ladies all tittered at the humiliated stud with his huge shoulders, smooth pecs,
and eager boner pointing up 9 inches. He greeted them properly, apologized for
his nudity, and then asked if he could be excused. They replied 'good morning'
and when his request was granted, he turned to run back to his room.

"Not a chance buster, turn and MARCH downstairs!!!," his Mom commanded.

"What...huh?" David was confused.

"Did you forget your shower. I can smell you already. Does he smell bad girls?"
the room agreed wholeheartedly and several commented that he smelled like 'a wet
horse'. The usual horse jokes followed, as his eyes filled with tears. He had
completely forgotten about getting cleaned up, but there was no point in not
walking through the room now, as they had all seen his equipment. He just wanted
this over with. Even though the cellar "shower" was really just an old garden
hose hanging in corner, without even the a curtain, at was better than staying
up here.

As he walked past the clusters of proper ladies, sister's table held their
noses. He hurried to the cellar door, and a couple women made whinny noises. The
room broke out in fits of laughter. He opened the door and raced down the steps.
Trying to keep in mind that a hose hanging in the corner without a curtain was
hell of alot better than this sow-party. Suddenly he let out a huge gasp, in
total shock, "NO WAY!" he yelled as his Aunt slowly shut the cellar door behind
him.

"Oh David, honey, did I forget to mention that the other Junior Members are
eating down there. Now get good and clean, sweetie, or we'll come down there and
make sure you do right!"

I'm always looking to put boys in situations where they are naked in front of family members, neighbors, or strangers.
However, I also try to write stories that don't deviate too far from believability.
The only time I wrote about boys forced to be naked in front of a large group of clothed women is a Halloween story, a horror fantasy where the
women are all witches. To keep up the tension in a story there needs to be some risk involved. Societies rules against nudity add suspense to a story.
There is a risk in being naked if it's in a public setting. Forced nudity also has risks for those gazing upon the naked person, or should.

Most of what I see written here is in a more intimate setting with smaller groups of people. Something happens where only the school age friends
are involved, and there is some attempt to keep the adults out of it. Moms and Aunts getting involved with naked sons and nephews has to be
written delicately. Go too far and risk turning off some of the readers.

I know for a fact that some writers here are turned off by public nudity. I do writes stories where a person is seen naked by a large group of people, but this nudity is accidental or part of a prank.

Also this story segment comes from a BDSM story site. Any story where spanking and physical contact goes beyond "Light n easy and just for fun" into the realm of "Pain and torture" is going to turn me off and I walk away from that story.

By all means suggest types of stories you want to read, but some types are more difficult to write than others. Could somebody write a story
using something like what you have here? Maybe. Someone might take something like this and run with it.