Naked boys and dressed women

During childhood and adolescence, boys often have to undress in front of women. It is taken as something natural. The first woman to see the boy's leg is his mother. Then women doctors and nurses. It happens that a female teacher sees him in such a situation. Boys are expected to take it for granted. These are embarrassing and humiliating situations. At the same time, they often cause excitement. One more thing happens - the boy feels subordinate to the woman who saw him naked.

I remember one of my friends saying that at school camps, a teacher (tutor) supervised the boys as they took showers. These boys were then 10-12 years old. They were ashamed, but their protests were silenced. The friend said he was ashamed that this woman saw him naked. At the same time, he said that he and his colleagues obeyed her orders more than other teachers.

Who of you have had a similar experience? do you confirm that such persons were more objectionable? How did you feel when women during your childhood and adolescence saw you naked?

I agree that you feel vulnerable when you're young. Especially because they just want to do their job as quickly as possible and don't care much how do you feel.

In my late teens, i had different experiences though. Female doctors and nurses were not so quick , but took their time while looking at private regions, and I wasn't shy at all anymore, so it was fun.

I remember when young I had to fully undress in front of a young nurse at my Pediatricians office. A couple of times when the Dr was running late she started examining me while I was naked.

I don’t think female supervision of boys in communal showers would be common in the US.

I don’t think female supervision of boys in communal showers would be common in the US.

In Poland, it would also not be possible now, however, in the 70's it happened. The boys were not happy with it, but the teaching authority in those days was such that no one dared to object. However, I have not heard about the girls' shower being supervised by a teacher, a male guardian. My ex-girlfriend said she was embarrassed to shower under the supervision of a teacher (a woman). She was consoled that the boys were worse off because the same teacher supervised their shower.

Hi, I don't recall living a similar experience in my childhoohd (France in the 70s). But I'm pretty sure I would have obeyded more to the woman who had seen me naked as well. I don't know why exactly, but there's this feeling that someone (of the opposite sex) who has seen you naked has some kind of more power over you than anyone else 😁

Several women saw me naked in my childhood and adolescence. Apart from my mother, I was seen by a couple of nurses (including one student nurse) and a female pediatrician. My bare buttocks have been seen by two women who spanked me before puberty - my aunt and one teacher. I missed the experience my colleagues had - a shower under the supervision of a woman.

But I'm pretty sure I would have obeyded more to the woman who had seen me naked as well. I don't know why exactly, but there's this feeling that someone (of the opposite sex) who has seen you naked has some kind of more power over you than anyone else 😁

I am of this opinion too. Although I had to obey people who saw me naked because of their professional role, I felt a certain submission to them. I think that sometimes it is done on purpose. A friend who told me about the showers at the summer camp said that each group was supervised by the teacher who looked after them.

Mine was the female nurse and pediatrician I had as a child. The exams, rectal temps and then the “please slide down your undies” twice a year set up for my later kinks in life now. Everything was always professional and in a sterile environment, but a nice looking nurse sliding a lubed rectal thermometer into me at 10 after asking to slide down my undies and scooch up my legs has an affect for sure

The only time I remember was when in the hospital for a tonsillectomy at 10 years old. I got several bed baths from female nurses, no one had heard of male nurses back then. It was a very pleasant experience about like when my mother gave me baths which had ceased many years before. So I never thought of being embarrassed.

More recently, in the past 2 years I've been in the hospital twice with cellulitis. The first time the nurse just tossed the wet towels at me saying “do it yourself”. The second time I was in a different nurse actually washed the whole me. Being the lazy bastard that I am that was wonderful.

So was the time the nurse came in to get a “clean” urine sample. She didn't want me to touch anything. I just stood there while she wiped it off, peeled back the foreskin and wiped it again then put it in the sample cup. That was more like enjoyable than embarrassing.

Quite a few years ago the women's movement got some federal equal opportunity laws passed which caused some embarrassing situations in the sports locker rooms in Boston. One female reporter insisted she be let in to do interviews just like the male reporters had always been. Apparently she was naive enough to think the guys wore bathing suits or something while taking showers after the games and complained about the nudity she was exposed to. It ended up in court and I don't remember the outcome but I doubt the judge made the players wear bathing suits.

At that time there was a help wanted ad looking for a supervisor for the girls locker/shower room at a local school. I thought about applying for the job just to see what would happen but my wife Kayoed that. So much for equal opportunity at my house.😢

Quite a few years ago the women's movement got some federal equal opportunity laws passed which caused some embarrassing situations in the sports locker rooms in Boston. One female reporter insisted she be let in to do interviews just like the male reporters had always been. Apparently she was naive enough to think the guys wore bathing suits or something while taking showers after the games and complained about the nudity she was exposed to. It ended up in court and I don't remember the outcome but I doubt the judge made the players wear bathing suits.

The lawsuit brought by Lisa Olson in 1991 had nothing to do with nudity in the locker room, only that three players made disparaging comments and gestures towards her while she interviewed a third player. Part of the complaint reads, “She was ”held up to public ridicule, scorn and derision" because of "the disparaging and demeaning statements and actions" of the players and team officials." https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/sports/1991/04/26/reporter-lisa-olson-files-civil-rights-suit-against-patriots/4172af03-4e4f-43f0-9107-3e415249b855/

As I recall the issue when female sports reporters claimed the same rights to locker room access as their male counterparts, the big concern was the embarrassment of those big bad burly ol' male athletes - not of any discomfort male nudity might cause the women.

@Mullanphy thanks for the link. That brings up some names I haven't heard in a while. I still have several of Victor Kiam's shavers. I haven't found a better one yet.

I had a physical by woman pediatrician; she found a varicocele—swollen veins in the spermatic cord. She then had my mother, also a doctor, examine it. I was nude. Mom was told to check it every 6 months, after I’d taken a bath. Heat would relax the scrotum. Sometimes she’d come into the bathroom. It was more embarrassing when I had to report to her after I had my pajamas on. She’d be sitting on the bed & I had to open my pajamas & expose myself to my own mother.

At 14 I had a hernia; in those days you’d go to the hospital night before. My best friend’s mother turned out to be the nurse. She took me to the bathroom, had me wash in the tube, and while I was still wet, she shaved me. I didn’t have much hair but a belly button to mid-thigh shave was very embarrassing. Just as bad, for a few months, was seeing her at my friend’s house.

@Reman I see you are from Poland and I'm wondering if you can confirm the story I read about the female gymnasts being forced to practice in the nude in your country. It was at the time when Nadia was every young boys dream over here so there were many news and magazine stories being written some true and some not so true.

@Reman I see you are from Poland and I'm wondering if you can confirm the story I read about the female gymnasts being forced to practice in the nude in your country.

I answered you in a private message, because it is not related to this post.

She then had my mother, also a doctor, examine it. I was nude. Mom was told to check it every 6 months, after I’d taken a bath. Heat would relax the scrotum. Sometimes she’d come into the bathroom. It was more embarrassing when I had to report to her after I had my pajamas on. She’d be sitting on the bed & I had to open my pajamas & expose myself to my own mother.

(…) My best friend’s mother turned out to be the nurse. She took me to the bathroom, had me wash in the tube, and while I was still wet, she shaved me. I didn’t have much hair but a belly button to mid-thigh shave was very embarrassing. Just as bad, for a few months, was seeing her at my friend’s house.

I understand you were embarrassed by this, but how did it affect your attitude towards these women. Would it be harder to oppose them? I don't ask about your mother because it is a specific issue.

There's a theory that people feel more subdued, more compliant if made to be naked in front of an authority figure.

It's a tactict used by military forces to control prisoners, and apparently conscripts being drafted too. Known trouble makers naked in line while everyone else had underwear. Makes them easier to spot in the line too.

I dout the same tactic was deliberately taught to teachers & camp tutors but it's something they might have picked up from experience. From the way you said it made you feel it obviously worked!

It's a tactict used by military forces to control prisoners, and apparently conscripts being drafted too. (…) I dout the same tactic was deliberately taught to teachers & camp tutors but it's something they might have picked up from experience. From the way you said it made you feel it obviously worked!

Agree that it is often used by the army and prisons. I also agree that parents, educators, and healthcare professionals may not be doing this on purpose, but it works.

When I was young, my mom took me to a nurse who out of her house she had the main three bedrooms set up like a doctors office. I went there twice a year for enemas when I was 8 year old. This lasted until I was about 15. at 15 I did not even start puberty. Anyway, this older nurse, about 55 had me take off all my clothes while she and mom were in the room and I received my enemas. At first I would cry from being scared and my mom would hold my legs as the nurse would stick her finger into my butt and she would also tell my mom she heaps to lube the inside. Then she pushed in to nozzle. As I got old, no more crying but by 15 I was embarrassed. My mom would no longer come into the room but I still would undress for the nurse in the exam room with her preparing the enema. Then finger in butt etc. last visit to her was when I was 16. Now, I actually look forward to my enemas !!

I was a shy child. I started to be shy early, probably from 3-4 years old. Well, they saw me, of course, in the bathroom or in the toilet, where I always, not without success, covered myself with my hands or hid in the foam. The first discouraging experience occurred at the age of 6 years. My aunt took me for treatment, she was 21 years old. Most likely, of course, she was aware of the essence of the treatment, I am not. In the office, everything happened pretty quickly. The young nurse, grabbing me under the armpits, put my stomach on the table, and then, with a habitual movement, very quickly pulled off my pants, and then, to my indescribable shame, my panties.I looked back and saw that the nurse and aunt were looking at me. My aunt didn't have children of her own yet, and she wasn't even married. I'm not sure if she's seen a naked boy my age up close before. I was confused, humiliated. It got worse, the nurse spread my legs and pulled them towards her and stood between them, and then spread my buttocks wide with both hands. Then they stuck the tip of a pear in my ass, and in addition to shame, there was a strong itching in the anus and seething in the intestines. I squealed and writhed, as if asking to stop. But the nurse, despite my tears and pleas, continued to treat. I think she said something about worms in my ass.My aunt took me to this treatment twice a day for a week. There were a lot of awkward moments, almost always witnesses of such humiliation were, in addition to aunts and nannies, other people's mothers and even children.

The second stage came at the age of 10 years. Because of my mother's employment, my older half-sister, already an adult, began to take me to the doctors. I had to strip down to my panties, which I didn't like very much in front of my sister. Then one day I had a rectal exam in her presence. Although she did not stand nearby, she was in the office and saw everything in some detail. Then rectal examinations became almost the norm. Always in the presence of the sister. The doctors took it easy.

Probably, women quite calmly perceived the exposure of a boy in front of women or girls. I have never heard of such episodes when an older brother purposefully saw a naked younger sister of an immature age. This was considered almost debauchery, but if the boy was naked, then they did not see anything seditious in this.

It always seemed quite unfair that girls were kept hidden from boys while it was fine for any girls to see boys when boys actually had something that was visible.

@roscoe - especially since boys get erections that the girls can plainly see, while a girl’s arousal, if it happens, cannot easily be detected. Boys get embarrassed!

On the TV news this morning they said that for sex abuse the numbers for boys is 1 in 53 and for girls 1 in 9. I can't help wondering if that difference might be accounted for by the way kids are raised by the parents. Girls are hidden from boys while it's OK for girls to see boys like what is forbidden makes you want it. If boys and girls were raised equally regarding it being OK to see each other naked would those numbers be closer to the same?

@AndrewSW

I do agree it's a tactic that is/was most certainly used during draft exams in a lot of countries. It only stopped because the mandatory military services have stopped at the end of last century. I still wonder if the same would be done if it were females that would have to submit to those exams. I can't believe it would be accepted or allowed, but for the males, it seemed not to be an issue though ...

@roscoe

Those numbers are according to me not really correct...

I'm pretty sure that things are being done to boys and were taken for granted and if the same would have been done to girls it would be seen as abuse or sexual abuse. So, all those acts are not being included in the numbers for boys. It's not that girls are or were hidden from boys at all. It's only the society that agrees that boys/men have to be hard, strong, etc ... and that they just have to be able to bear it. Anyway, that's a feeling I do have from having had some experiences and just asking the question, do girls, young females get exactly the same treatment (naked girls and clothed men)?

And, if we would be honest, I guess we have to admit that we're working with 2 measures and weights ...

That's just a way of thinking that struck me in the face a few months ago but doesn't influence my 'likes and dislikes' around the whole scene, that has still stayed the same ...

Growing up, I had mostly female nurses, with perhaps 2 exceptions. My doctor’s office did rectal temperatures through 18 years old. My parents did the same, as directed by my doctor. My mom took my temperature most of the time, and when unavailable my dad did it. As I got into teenage years and puberty this became very embarrassing, but there wasn’t much I could do about. It also started my fetish which lasted primarily from 13-26 years old. The entire system was embarrassing. Doors left partially or completely open, where you could be seen by other kids and parents. Even as a teenager, if I was home sick from school I would get visited by friends later on, and my mom would come into the room to take my temperature in front of everyone. The doctor apparently told my parents every 4 hours. Many things went on that wouldn’t happen in today’s world. On the other hand I was privy to procedures of others with the doors left open, or even at a friend’s house. I remember, for instance at 15 or 16, I went to a friend’s house because we were going to the movies. Instead, when I got there, he was turned over, getting a rectal temperature from his mom. We spoke as if nothing was happening, but I’m sure he would have rather had this done privately.

We also had to shower after gym, and were supervised, but always by a male teacher, and we really didn’t think anything of it.

Those were the times, and everyone had to endure some level of embarrassment.

I'm pretty sure that things are being done to boys and were taken for granted and if the same would have been done to girls it would be seen as abuse or sexual abuse. (...) Anyway, that's a feeling I do have from having had some experiences and just asking the question, do girls, young females get exactly the same treatment (naked girls and clothed men)?

I fully agree with you. If the girls in the shower were supervised by a man, it would be very suspicious. The woman supervising the naked boys does not arouse any suspicion. Women sometimes have to stand naked in front of doctors. However, if a male nurse saw them naked, there would be problems. However, if a female nurse sees a male naked, everything is fine. If a man shows shame, he will be criticized for behaving inappropriately.

I think Reman has a good point, definitely a double standard. My most embarrassing time was caused by my mother, a former nurse, after an operation I had at 16.

Because my mother had been a nurse I was allowed out of hospital early following a stomach operation which left a long scar from the top of my stomach to within about 3'' of my penis. I was only allowed shallow baths so that the dressings and scar wouldn't get wet. My mother ran these baths and controlled the depth of water and also helped me in and out of the bath obviously seeing me totally naked. She also changed the dressings so I was frequently naked in front of her but that wasn't a problem for me and hasn't been since whenever I've sort advice from her about a rash or other problem.

What did cause me a great embarrassment was to follow. My mother because she was caring for me couldn't get out to visit her friends so they came to visit her. The first visit came shortly after I no longer needed the dressings on the scar as it was healing quite nicely. I was still wearing my father’s old style pyjamas with a cord to hold the trousers up and on this particular very hot day I'd taken the jacket off so was bare-chested. I'd gone into the garden to read and relax but was called in by my mother as she'd made tea and cut a cake.

When I went in I was told to go and say hello to her two friends, both female and in their 30's which was normal polite thing to do in the 60's but as I entered the room I became self conscious of my bare chest and pyjama bottoms. They were both wishing me well after my operation and I was aware that my mother had followed me in with the tray of tea and cake. I politely answered saying I was feeling much better now and my mother as she handed me my tea and cake told them I was making really good progress.

With a cup and saucer in one hand and the plate of cake in the other I was about to return to the garden when one of the ladies commented on the scar and asked if it was still painful. Before I could reply my mother started telling them what a long scar it was. They could only see from the waistband up to the top of my stomach. I was aware then that my mother was steering me over to stand directly in front of them then to my horror I heard her say ''John won't mind showing you''. Remember I was still holding the tea and cake so didn't have a free hand as she undid the cord of the trousers and let them drop to my ankles. I was now stood helpless, naked from the ankles up, pubic hair shaved so totally and exposed even more so as I'd been shaved (my mother had kept me shaved because of the dressings). I wasn't the only one surprised I could see the faces of the two friends and they looked equally shocked to suddenly be staring at a near naked (my ankles were covered!) 16 year old fully developed boy.

One of them managed to make a couple of comments to me about how glad she was I was recovering so well perhaps to cover her ownembarrassment the other stayed silent but didn't look away. It seemed an age before my mother thought it best to pull my trouser back up and I was able to make my escape. Thankfully I didn't see them too often after that as I'd be at school but I did occasionally see one of them in church with her daughter who was about my age. I always thought the daughter looked at me a strangely after that but it might have just been my imagination but I couldn't help wondering if she'd heard her mother telling her husband about her day that night.

I asked my mother if she remembered doing it about 10 years ago and she said ''Oh you were only young you needn't have been embarrassed''. I think being the youngest she always thought of me as younger than I was.

To get to the point of this thread I don't think that would have happened to a 16 year old girl - being 'displayed' to a couple of male friends but boys just seem to have to accept that nudity in front of women is acceptable.

@johncrossley Your post reminds me of the time I got my vasectomy. It didn't go well and I was in bed with a pillow under my balls which hurt too much to even cover them with a sheet. Our bedroom is on the 2nd floor with the door at the top of the stairs and the bed facing the door so my spread open legs were facing the door with my black and blue balls laid on a pillow like being on display. My wife is sitting at the table downstairs having coffee with one of her (female) friends who had come to console her after my cutting. Her friend remembers that she should be consoling me so my wife tells her to go up to see me. She comes up and stands there peering over my balls on display along with their buddy, my penis. Later a couple more of her friends come up to console me, then her 14 year old kid sister shows up. They both come up and she wants to inspect the doctor's handiwork up close. My wife gives her approval just like I'm her baby and I have no say in the matter.

I wonder how it would work if my male friends came over to inspect the stitch job the doctor did on her vagina after having a baby?

As a boy between the ages of 6 and 10 or so, I did feel embarrassed: (1) by being naked from the waist down in front of the one of the nurses at our local clinic; (2) by the fact that she was the one who opened my pants and pulled them down (instead of asking me to do it), and (3) for injections, the length of time she kept me that way... with both my bare penis and hips in her full view.

Even then, especially in the case of a rectal temperature, with me lying on the table and crackling paper, it seemed like it would have made more sense to ask me to lower my own pants.

The way I remember it, I would be lying on my back, and the nurse would say, "I need to take your temperature." Her fingertips would go to my belt, unbuckle it, unzip me, and open my pants. Then, she'd ask me to turn onto my tummy. I'd comply, again to a crackle of the paper and a jingle from my belt (I'd move the buckle out of the way.) The nurse would tug on on my pants, slide them down, and then pull down my underwear to past my hips.

At the time, though I was embarrassed, I did like her hand on my hip, and the feeling of the Vaseline on my anus before the thermometer slid in.

With shots, I was usually standing, and this nurse would likewise unbuckle me (reaching around me to do this), unzip me, open up my pants and pull them down, and then slide my briefs down all the way to my knees. If I had on a shirt with tails, she'd lift it and have me hold it in place with my underarms.

So I would be standing there with my little bare cock and scrotum hanging out, and the cold air on my bottom, with the florescent lights humming overhead. It seemed to take forever.

And I would wonder why my penis had to be out. Why couldn't she just strip my pants down in back?

I also remember a few times, when I got a shot in the front, with the nurse having me lie on my back in the table, opening and sliding down my pants and my underwear ("Raise up...") until they were past my hips and penis, then giving me the injection in the crease between my belly and thigh.

When I was younger, Mom would still be in the room while this was happening. As I got closer to 9 or 10, the nurse usually suggested that Mom leave the room, before she stripped me, and I'm not sure if that made me feel better or worse.

Each time, the nurse would take her time getting the alcohol and swabbing one of my hips, preparing the syringe, leaning in, "a little pinch, now," and giving me the injection... then leave me standing like that for a while as she disposed of the needle. She was in no hurry to tell me she was done, or that I could (finally) pull my pants up.

At the time, it did feel a little weird that this woman had the authority to take my clothes off and look at basically everything I'd been told I should not show anyone... and then keep me naked for such a long time. I felt like I didn't have any more say in this, than a baby would have. (The Playboy magazines I'd been sneaking a look at had made it clear to me that people sometimes stripped someone naked to humiliate them, and to feel power over that person.)

This spilled over into other situations. In fifth grade, I had to have an exam by the school nurse, and at first, she had trouble finding my vaccination scar. She said, "Do you suppose it might be on your hip?" I was immediately afraid that she was going to pull my pants down, with just one door between me and everyone I could hear passing in the hallway.

But it wasn't until years later that it occurred to me... that all those times, that nurse at the clinic might actually have been getting a kick out of what she was doing.

Here's why. In my middle school, one of the female teachers liked to spank male students with wooden paddle, for any infraction. I was on the receiving end of this treatment more than once, and two things were especially humiliating.

First, she would call her friend, a fellow teacher, out of her class (!) across the hall, to watch. This second female teacher had a grin a mile wide while watching a male student having to bend over and be spanked. She was really into it.

Second, the teacher with the paddle would use her fingertips to carefully smooth out the seat of my pants *each* time, before delivering the next swat. She said, "This is to make sure you really feel it."

WTH??

It was pretty clear that these two women were enjoying these spanking sessions, including the touching.

That was when I started to wonder whether some nurses might actually like stripping the pants off boys. I didn't want to believe that, but I asked myself, "What if these two teachers were nurses, instead??"

I'm sure some of this had a lot to do with one of my turn-ons as an adult: with a partner, during an exam or a massage. To this day, the feeling of having my pants pulled down past my hips, whether just in the back or with my cock laid bare, as well, is very erotic.

And in massages, I love it when my current masseuse (who is not a sex worker, but is not at all shy) finishes with my back and slides the towel down past my bare hips, to work on them.

Definitely something here. The two guys I’ve examined are very sensitized about the the whole scenario… me dressed, the “doctor”, in charge and giving instructions. Them, made to undress and submit to whatever exams and positions I choose. Their submissiveness is obvious from the moment we get together. TBH I’ve never asked either one about past experiences, although the boy I examined in high school had already told me some things about going to the doctor so I could tell he was pretty obsessed with it.