Send him back home to an angry mother.

John stood in silence at the curb-stop of the public pool. Megan's mother, after washing her face and hair in the restroom, had called his mother to come pick him up. John didn't hear any of the conversation but something tells him Ms.Smith didn't exactly try to sugar coat what had happened — so he won't be expecting his mother to be very pleased to see him
It didn't take long for John's mother to arrive, pull up, and park the car in front of her nude son.

Getting into the passenger seat, making sure to be extra gentle as he sat his freshly spanked ass down, John tried to play it casual with a laid back "Hey mom..."
"Not a word young man!" Ms.Doe said to quickly shut down any hope that she wasn't absolutely furious. "I can not believe how poorly you have acted today John!" She said as she pulled her car onto the road back home.

"At first I was confident this whole situation would blow over quickly and you'd prove to both me and Megan that you were mature enough to be taken out of N.A.K.E.D, and that this whole panty thief thing was just a stupid mistake." Ms.Doe continued as John slouched deep into his car seat in an attempt to hide himself away from the oncoming rant from his mother.
"But you've proven to me today that there's something deeply wrong with you, and that N.A.K.E.D is exactly the program you belong in."

"But mom!" John began to protest. "What did I just say John! I don't want to hear a word spoken out of term for the rest of the day!"
Pulling into the driveway, Ms.Doe looked her son dead in the eyes as she laid down more commands. "When we get inside we're going to fill our your N.A.K.E.D database page then you're going to spend the rest of the day in your room understand?"

"Huh? What's the N.A.K.E.D database?" John questioned as he got out of the car and followed his mother to the porch of the house.
"The database is a place where people can look up information on N.A.K.E.D participants. There's some information, pictures, and videos you need to upload."
"What? Who can look at the database? What do I need to upload? What infor-"

"Zip it young man! You're not in the position to be asking questions right now!" Ms.Doe barked as she opened the door to the house. Looking at her son standing in front of her for the first time since they separated at the shopping mall, Ms.Doe couldn't help but notice the dark marker scrawled across John's nude pelvis.
"What the hell is this John?" She asked as she dragged her cold finger across his pubic region, only for the ink to remain unchanged. "Property of Megan Smith?"

"Oh, uhh... Megan did that as an uhh, punishment." John said as a bright red blush came across his face. "I promise I'll use some of your nail polish remover and get it off me right away!"
"No." Ms.Doe commanded. "If Megan wants that on you, then you will keep it on you until she says otherwise understand?"
Opening his mouth to respond, John was cut off before he could even speak. "Good! Now report to your room immediately and keep your butt against the wall until I come in."

"Fine" John grumbled as he moved passed his mother to his room. Placing his sore butt against the cold wall he couldn't help but notice his computer was on and logged into what appeared to be the N.A.K.E.D database his mother was talking about. Leaning in for a closer look John saw his full name on the header of the web-page, followed by blank spaces for penis measurements, a short paragraph with the header reading "Reason instated", and a large button that read "gallery".
John didn't have much time to read it as his mother entered the room with a camera and a wooden ruler.

Shoving the ruler into her son's hands, Ms.Doe keeled down. "Flaccid first, then erect."
Following orders John turned so his side touched the wall. With one hand put the ruler underneath his cock as he laid his flaccid penis on-top with the other, having the tip land around the 3.61 in. mark.
Angling the camera, Ms.Doe made sure to get a nice and personal photo of her son's flaccid cock. "Ok, now erect."

With a blush across his face John began rubbing his penis. Wanting to get it over with as fast as possible, he retreated into his mind, to the memories of himself at the party when Megan had replaced her mothers hand around his length. Yes she may have been using his cock as a humiliating leash, but that didn't matter to him right now — all he could think about was how good her soft hands felt, and how sweet her hair smelt when she held him close to her, and how good she looked in her bikini.
It didn't take long at this rate for John's penis to reach it's full length, and when it did he laid it out on the ruler with the tip landing at 5.16 in..

Another flash and a click came from the camera. Standing back up Ms.Doe gave her next set of commands. "Now we need a full frontal and a full behind photo. So stand still with your hands at your side."
"But what about Megan's markings?" John asked, **** of getting out of having any more people see the lewd things his crush wrote on him.
"The website said nothing about not having tattoos or markings so it shouldn't be a problem, now hands at your side mister!"

"Ok, ok.." John said in defeat, placing his hands at his side while keeping eye contact with the camera as it flickered and clicked. "Turn around, hands and cock against the wall." His mother instructed coldly
Pressing his body against the wall and enduring another flash and click from his mothers camera, John realized this photo may very well be someone's introduction to him.
Maybe, in some fucked up way that was for the best, because John really couldn't find a better way to describe how his life has changed than this photo. Naked against a wall, his body branded a perverted panty thief, his ass turned into a toy, and covered in the hand marks of the woman he loved the most. This picture really did summarize everything about being in N.A.K.E.D, so it's fitting its going to be displayed on his N.A.K.E.D web-page.

"Now the video and we're done." Ms.Doe's voice snapped him out of his train of thought.
"Fine, what do I need to say..." John asked, just before his mother handed him a notepad. The note was basically all the information on his web-page, heavily condensed and turned into a small speech for him to read aloud.
With a click of the camera, John's mother instructed him to begin reading.

"Hello, my name is John Doe, I'm a student at Yale High School, and my N.A.K.E.D ID number is 7842. My penis is 3.61 in. when flaccid and 5.16 in. when erect. I was put into N.A.K.E.D for stealing Megan Smith's panties, and my current punishment plan is indefinite until release. Please feel free to use my photos in any personal or commercial project as under N.A.K.E.D rules they are now in public domain. Thank you for visiting my profile, I hope you enjoy..."

"God that's so humiliating! Do you really have to post that online? Is everything I just said at the end true?!" John quickly said as soon as he finished reading.
Clicking through the camera to make sure everything was properly recorded, John's mother realized her son's worst fears. "Yes that has to go online. All N.A.K.E.D participants have to do that before their trial period ends, and something tells me you're going to be in the program much longer than a week."

"Now I'm going to upload these to your profile, then I'm going to watch you post the link to it on your social media. After that you might as well go straight to bed because you're not going to be allowed outside of this room until dawn!"
Plugging the camera into the computer, and with a couple clicks and drags, all the photos were uploaded to the page. The video was prominently featured at the top of the page, pictures of his cock placed on the ruler were now in the penis measurements section, and below the gallery button all of the photos taken were displayed in small thumbnails with the promise of them in their full quality if the button was pressed.

Getting out of the chair, Ms.Doe beckoned John to sit down. Continuing to be careful of how he puts his sensitive behind onto any surface, John made his way into the chair and opened a new tab on the web-browser. Opening up Instagram he was greeted by the log-in page, putting in his info he was shocked to see himself get denied for wrong username or password.
Trying again the same happened, and again with no new results.

"stop stalling John!" Ms.Doe instructed.
"Sorry mom, let me just..." John trailed off as he tried sending a password reset to his email, only to receive nothing.
"Mom, I can't log in..."

"Stop lying John I know you go on all the time to talk to Megan, now hurry up!" John's mother said, the tone in her voice suggesting she wasn't willing to put up with anything else today.
"But I'm not lying it's not letting me log in!" John pleaded.

"Ok, then John fine! If you don't want to post it I can't make you... for now at least. But you better believe you're going to regret this!" Ms.Doe said as she pulled the power cord from his computer tower.
"Wait I'm being serious mom I really can't-"
"Enough, I don't want to hear anything more from you for the rest of the day!" She said as she left the room with the power cord in hand, making sure to grab his phone as well on the way out.

Letting out an audible sigh John landed face first onto his sheet-less bed. Exhausted, he let himself fall into deep sleep, his bare marked ass exposed to the hidden cameras that lined the walls of his room.