Taught a Lesson

Taught a Lesson 11 & 12

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Part 11

The three boys stood side by side in the Green Room wearing their white coats and listening to the noise of the students arriving in the school hall getting ready for the assembly. In total there were approximately 1,000 students attending the senior school, with around 180 per year for the first five years, with fewer students in the Lower and Upper sixth years. A full assembly had been called which meant that the entire school would be present. Connor, Nathan and Tom gazed at each other, looking increasingly worried as the time wore on.

Tom was about to ask a question when the door to the Green Room opened and Mr Trimble appeared.

“Ah, good,” he said smiling, “I see that all three of you have changed and are wearing your white coats. The assembly is due to begin in a couple of minutes when I walk out onto the stage. When I do so I want each of you to follow me and to take a seat on the right-hand side of the stage facing the audience. Mrs Maynard, Mrs Adams and Mrs Robinson, I would be grateful if you three would also follow behind your sons and take a seat on the chairs provided on the left-hand side of the stage.”

The three boys nodded to the Headmaster in agreement, and their mothers also confirmed that they had understood the instruction and would do as they had been asked.

With that, Mr Trimble exited the Green Room door onto the stage and striding purposefully across it took up his position in front of the lectern. He was followed by three very nervous teenage boys and three women.

As the Headmaster entered the hall so the general noise and chatter amongst the students who had gathered there abated until there was complete silence.

“Good morning everyone,” said Mr Trimble, “and welcome to a very special and important assembly.” He then proceeded to go through a number of notices, events and pieces of information about what would be happening at the school in the next couple of weeks.

Connor, Tom and Nathan were getting more and more tense as they listened to each announcement waiting for the Headmaster to start talking about them; finally, the moment came.

“Now,” said Mr Trimble, “you may all be wondering why there are three boys and three ladies seated on the stage behind me. The three boys on my right you will possibly recognise as Connor Maynard, Tom Robinson and Nathan Adams who are all 14 years of age. The three ladies to the left of me are the boys’ mothers. Today is a historic moment for this school as for the first time ever it has been necessary to implement one of the most serious punishments that exist on our statute books; one that you may not even be aware of yourselves, but one that when you became a pupil at this school your parents agreed to.”

Mr Trimble’s proclamation provoked a ripple of discussion amongst the pupils assembled and there followed a few moments of murmuring and chatter before the Headmaster called for quiet.

“These three boys over the past month have broken a number of school rules and got into mischief on numerous occasions. Despite receiving a range of punishments their behaviour has not improved and they have continued to get themselves into trouble which is why they are now sitting on the stage awaiting their fate. I am now going to ask these three boys to step forward and I will announce their punishment.”

With that Mr Trimble turned to Connor, Tom and Nathan and asked them to move forward to the front of the stage. The three boys got up from their seats and stood facing the hundreds of pupils and teachers that were sat in the hall watching them.

“The punishment imposed on these three boys is that they will be naked at all times for the remainder of this week.”

There were a number of gasps from the assembled pupils, and the hall suddenly became quite noisy as they discussed amongst themselves what the Headmaster had just said.

“Quiet please,” said Mr Trimble. “If I may continue. Furthermore, for the duration of their punishment any pupil is able to touch or feel any of the three boys wherever they like, although this should only normally take place during breaks or at lunchtime, and will not occur during lessons unless permission has been granted by the teacher. Whilst you may touch the boys you must ensure that you do not inflict any injuries upon them. Anyone found hurting the boys will themselves be punished.”

Connor, Tom and Nathan stared at Mr Trimble in utter disbelief. This had never been mentioned to any of them before, and they were completely stunned at what had just been said; “Anyone could touch them.” All three of them looked totally mortified.

Mr Trimble turned to the three of them; “Okay gentlemen,” he declared; “please remove your coats.”

The three boys glanced at each other, swallowed hard and on a count of three, unbuttoned the lab coats they were wearing, and allowed them to fall to the floor, leaving them standing completely naked. Connor started to move his hands in front of his groin but noticed Mr Trimble staring at him and shaking his head, so he quickly dropped his arms to his side.

As soon as the coats hit the floor of the stage there was a huge reaction from those in the assembly hall. There were gasps and squeals of excitement, as well as a few wolf whistles from many of them, particularly those in the same year as the boys. The whole hall erupted into a noisy discussion as the three extremely embarrassed red-faced boys stood on the stage facing them.

Mrs Maynard, Mrs Robinson and Mrs Adams sat impassively throughout Mr Trimble’s announcement, but couldn’t now help but have smiles on their faces as they watched each of their son’s predicament. From the view they had they were looking at three very cute backsides.

Mr Trimble called for quiet and then after a few more words brought the assembly to a conclusion.

“Okay gentlemen please go to the Green Room, where I have a couple of things I need to say to you and then you can head off to your first lesson.”

Connor, Tom and Nathan made their way into the Green Room, followed by their mothers with Mr Trimble bringing up the rear. Once they were inside Mr Trimble spoke;

“Well gentlemen, this is it, you are about to spend the rest of this week naked. I know how embarrassing this will be for all of you, however you have brought this situation upon yourselves so I’m afraid I have little sympathy. As I explained a few moments ago your fellow pupils will be allowed to touch you wherever they like, most of which will be as a result of intense curiosity, however they will not be permitted to hurt you. If you do experience any problems or feel that you are in any danger then you need to come and see me immediately. Is that clear?”

“Yes Sir,” answered the boys.

“Now just a few more details for you; “For the practicalities of you moving around the school you will be allowed to wear your shoes; at the end of the school day you are to report to the school office where your clothes will be available so that you can get dressed to go home; by the same measure you are to report to the school office each morning where you will strip off and leave your clothes. Is this clear?”

“Yes Sir,” the boys again answered.

“Mrs Maynard, Mrs Robinson and Mrs Adams, do any of you have any questions at all?”

All three shook their heads and smiled at the Headmaster.

“Then gentlemen, please put on your shoes and head off to your first lesson which I believe is English, and I will escort your mothers back to reception.”

Connor, Tom and Nathan put on their shoes, picked up their bags and walked out of the Green Room and into the corridor. To their enormous relief the corridor was deserted and as they made their way to the first lesson of the day they did not come into contact with a single person. This was the first time the boys had been alone since they arrived at school that morning and the first opportunity for them to speak to each other.

“Shit,” said Nathan; “how the fuck have we ended up in a situation like this?”

“It sucks,” commented Tom, looking and sounding totally pissed off.

“Your both right,” replied Connor, himself feeling pretty despondent; “but we don’t have any choice in the matter, so we had best get on with it. This is going to be the most humiliating experience of our lives, but we need to stick together like glue, and whatever happens we need to make sure we don’t over-react otherwise we are going to end up hung, drawn and quartered.”

The three boys arrived at their classroom for their first lesson.

Connor reached out for the handle on the door; he looked at Tom and Nathan; “Are we ready?” he asked.

His two friends nodded. Connor took a deep breath and turned the handle of the door.

Part 12

As the door opened so the three boys found themselves being stared at by 28 pairs of eyes – the other 27 pupils in their class plus Mrs Simpson their English teacher. The three of them hesitated for a moment before entering the classroom.

There were several gasps, a few squeals and lots of whispering from their fellow pupils as they entered, particularly from the girls who were all very excited at the prospect of having three naked boys in their classes for the rest of the week.

“Good morning boys,” Mrs Simpson muttered, as though there was nothing unusual about their appearance. “Please take your seats quickly; we are looking at poetry today.” She handed the three boys a poetry book each. “Turn to page 48, we are going to read some of the work by the War poets; in particular Robert Graves and Wilfred Owen.”

Connor, Tom and Nathan took their seats, relieved that their English teacher had not made a fuss and had allowed them to enter the room with a degree of dignity and that she had continued to conduct the lesson normally in spite of the obvious distraction that the boys presented.

When the buzzer went at the end of the lesson there was a certain amount of excitement as it meant the three boys would have to walk with their classmates to their next lesson.

The three boys deliberately waited for as long as possible until most of the other members of their class had left the room, before they got up from their desks and headed out into the corridor. Their next lesson was Art; fortunately for the boys the art block was just around the corner and so they were able to make the short hop between the two classrooms relatively unscathed.

As they walked along the corridors they came into contact with more pupils from different year groups who were also changing lessons and as well as receiving a number of gasps, a few cat-calls and wolf whistles, they also received a couple of slaps on the backside from fellow pupils as they passed them by.

“Hey boys, you have very cute willies,” a voice called out from a group of girls that passed by, as the rest of them laughed and giggled.

Connor, Tom and Nathan’s faces all went bright red as they hurried along to the art block, entering the classroom and sitting down as usual at the back of the room.

“Good morning class,” said Miss Barton brightly. “We are going to do something a little different today and we will be doing some sketches and drawings from life.”

Connor, Tom and Nathan were not really listening to what the teacher was saying; they were too busy whispering to each other and so were caught quite unawares, until they noticed the rest of the class staring at them.

“Well come on boys,” Miss Barton called out with quite a shrill voice; “we don’t have all day, come out here to the front of the classroom.”

The three of them did as they were told and stood in front of the class.

“Now I am going to position each of you where everyone can get a clear view of one of you.” Addressing the rest of the class she asked them to get themselves into a position where they had a good view of one of the boys, so that the class was effectively split into three smaller groups.

“Okay that looks fine to me,” she said. “Now boys, the fact that you are naked has provided us with a very rare, I would go as far as to say unique opportunity for your fellow classmate to do some life drawing. I would therefore like you to stand as still as possible so that the rest of the class can draw you, so please get yourselves comfortable.”

For the next 45 minutes the three boys stood as still as they could, feeling awkward and very uncomfortable; doing their best to try and avoid making eye contact with any of their classmates. Miss Barton was moving around the classroom, talking to the other pupils and commenting on the drawings, pointing out where they could be improved. She stood behind one of the girls who was drawing Connor and observed what she had drawn;

“That is very good Donna,” she remarked, “you have got the proportions almost perfect, although I think you need to reduce the size of his penis, which is far too big. Look at it again and draw it much smaller than that so that it is more lifelike.”

Connor’s face blushed bright red at his teacher’s comments, “how embarrassing.”

“Well done everyone,” said Miss Barton, “some of you have done some excellent pieces of work today. Hopefully there will be another opportunity for you to do some more life drawing next time.”

Connor, Tom and Nathan stared at their teacher. They sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be any further opportunities. They only had one art lesson a week and this was it; their naked punishment was just until Friday and they certainly had no intention of having to pose again naked in next week’s lesson.

The buzzer sounded for the mid-morning break. This meant that the boys would have to leave the school building and go out into one of the playgrounds or recreation zones. They again waited until everyone else had left the classroom before they headed out into the corridor and decided to make their way towards the external exit from the art block rather than go through the main school corridors. They hoped that by doing this they would avoid meeting too many of the other students.

Tom opened the frosted glass door and the three of them stepped out into the bright morning sunshine. As they did so an enormous roar of noise, cheering, whistling, and applause greeted their appearance from the huge crowd of pupils that had gathered outside waiting for them.

Connor, Tom and Nathan took a step backwards and gasped as they stared at the very large group of pupils that stood before them. As the volume of noise dissipated so the three boys began to see faces they recognised in the vast crowd; many of whom were from their own year group and younger. There were several older students as well. The majority of the throng were girls, although they noticed a number of boys were present, including a handful of sixth formers who were standing towards the back taking a keen interest in them.

There must have been well over a hundred pupils present, possibly as many as 150. Once the boys had got over the initial shock of seeing so many pupils waiting for them they tried to act normally, although this was unsurprisingly difficult standing naked in front of so many of their peers.

The group gradually moved forwards so that eventually the three boys found themselves surrounded on all sides. They didn’t feel threatened at all, but did feel very strange and slightly uncomfortable.

“I wonder what a willy feels like?” said one of the girls who Connor recognised as Angela, one of his sister’s friends from the weekend.

“Well Mr Trimble did say we were allowed to touch them,” said a blonde-haired girl who Connor didn’t know.

“Why don’t we find out?” asked another girl, who looked to be younger than the other two and was probably only a first year. She decided to do exactly that and reached out her hand, her fingers making contact with Connor’s flaccid willy, giving him a good feel around his groin area and balls.

“Oooh,” gasped Connor, in surprise. This was the first time he had ever had anyone touch his privates other than himself and he was a little taken aback.

“It feels soft,” said the girl smiling.

“Let me have a go,” said another girl reaching out and touching Connor’s willy.

The initial reactions of these first two girls acted as a catalyst for a number of those who were watching and after a few minutes Connor, Tom and Nathan found to their bewilderment that they were standing there having their cocks and balls felt and played with by numerous young girls, the majority of whom they did not recognise.

Inevitably with so much contact activity taking place around their lower regions their cocks soon began to stir into life, and as more and more girls (and the occasional boy) used their prerogative to give them a feel they found to their horror that they were all starting to get boners.

“Oooh what’s happening?” exclaimed one 12-year-old girl as Connor’s cock began to harden as she rubbed her fingers across his shaft.

“He’s getting hard,” squealed another.

“Wow! This is so cool,” called out another girl who had her fingers wrapped around Nathan’s hard cock.”

“This is awesome,” shrieked another young girl who was rubbing Tom’s erect cock up and down.

The three boys were mortified at what was happening to them. They were powerless to stop the girls feeling them and playing with them and each of their faces was glowing red in complete and utter embarrassment. None of them knew what to do, until to their immense relief they heard the sound of the buzzer signalling the end of break-time. The girls reluctantly released their hold on the boys’ cocks and headed off to their lessons. The three boys looked at each other, and with huge sighs of relief themselves made their way to their next lesson which was history. Their boners began to subside as they re-entered the school building and made their way through the corridor to their classroom. None of the boys really liked history but today all of them were very happy to be there.

After ten minutes of the lesson however and their history teacher, Miss Webber droning on about Henry VIII, Connor realised why he hated history so much ... six wives, blimey; he couldn’t for the life of him wonder why someone would want to get married six times!

Eventually the history lesson ended and the boys moved on to their last lesson before lunch; French. Again, neither of the three boys particularly liked French. They couldn’t understand why it was necessary to speak another language; why couldn’t everyone just talk in English? That would make life a whole lot easier. They succeeded in making the short journey from the history classroom to the French without any further embarrassment, and 45 tedious minutes later the buzzer sounded for lunchtime.

Following their earlier experience where they had waited for everyone else to leave first, they decided to adopt a different tactic and so as soon as the lesson ended the three of them dashed out of the classroom and quickly made their way to the dining hall; fortunately, the French classroom was one of the closest to the hall and they found to their intense relief that they were amongst the first to arrive. Their naked appearance caused some surprise in the dining hall as not all of the catering staff had been informed of their predicament and there was a certain amount of amusement at the boys’ expense.

Having arrived in the dining hall so early they were very pleased to find their favourite table at the back of the hall was free and so made their way to it, sat down and began eating their lunches. As they were sat down they were relatively inconspicuous and did not attract too much attention from the other diners. They all agreed that they would take as long as possible over their meals so that they didn’t have to spend too much time outside where they were very likely to be touched and fondled again by their fellow pupils as had happened at morning break time.

They finished eating and had spent the next ten minutes or so chatting when one of the dinner ladies came over to them and asked if they had finished their lunch, and if so would they please vacate the table as there were students who hadn’t eaten yet who needed somewhere to sit.

Rather reluctantly the boys got up from their seats and made their way quickly along the back of the canteen and through the closest exit. They were in full view of everyone and were very keen to avoid getting too much attention. The way out they had used led them to one of the quieter recreation zones where they found to their relief there was only around a couple of dozen students. None-the-less they couldn’t prevent themselves becoming the centre of attention and the small number of students stared at them inquisitively.

There was about a quarter of an hour of lunchtime remaining and the three of them in an effort to act normally had become engrossed in conversation when a loud familiar voice called out;

“Ah Connor, there you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

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