The New Regime

The New Regime 2 and 3

By Jamie

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The new regime 2

The next day at the end of the school day and the last day of term there was a full school assembly. Word had gone around like wildfire about the new punishment regime for boys. Everyone was wondering what announcement would be made at the assembly. Inside the main hall a gym horse had been placed in the centre of the stage along with a table on which was laid a long thin case. The heads lectern and chair was to one side. Pupils would file in and sit with staff all seated down the two sides. In the heads office Ms. Finch was working on her words.

Outside sat Keith Oldham a 16 year old lower sixth boy who was very afraid. The meeting the day before with the head and his parents had been awful as his full bad behaviour was laid out before them . If he wanted to stay at the school, and it was noted he was bright intelligent boy, he had to accept the level 6 punishment or else he would be asked to leave, a polite way of saying expelled. His parents had taken him home and there had been an almighty row as he argued with them. In the end his parents won, and he reluctantly agreed to take the punishment in order to stay.

The head’s secretary looked across at the boy hunched over looking at the floor. She was a strict old fashioned woman and felt no sympathy for the boy. Her only disappointment was that she would not see the caning herself.

Today was going to be the worst day of his short life. The only consolation was that after today he was assured that his slate would be wiped clean and he could start again with no bias against him. As long as he behaved, he would do well and be able to move on. The other blessing was that after today there would be no school for 2 weeks and he’d have chance to recover. He had told none of his friends what would happen but word about the caning of Starling had already spread. He waited anxiously.

Mr. Roberts appeared, and told the boy to pick up his bag and follow him over to the hall. Behind the stage where dressing rooms used for actors during drama performances, they entered the main one. Once inside Mr. Roberts spoke

"Right Keith, firstly I need to confirm you are taking this punishment of your own free will. I have your parents’ permission but as you are 16, I need yours too."

"Yes sir"

The teacher opened the new punishment book and Keith could see the list of the boys who were punished yesterday and then on the line below that of Starling’s was his name starkly spelled out, long with the number in the punishment level column. There was Yes under parental permission and then a place for pupil 16+ to sign. He signed his life, well his bottom and dignity away.

Mr. Roberts looked at his watch and said get undressed. The boy did as he was told and soon stood there naked in front of the master. He was an average 16 year old, 5 ft 9 inches tall, reasonably muscular, no fat, in good condition, not that hairy but had a trail of hair from his navel to his groin where his willy hung in front of his testicles with a fair amount of black hair. He was about 3 inches long soft and uncircumcised as was normal. He gulped.

"Turn round and bend over the desk”

He did as he was told, and Mr. Roberts checked his bottom to make sure there was no cuts or marks on it and would be okay for the caning.

"Good, right put your pe shorts and wait here until I come and get you”, and with that he left the room.

Outside in the main hall the pupils were filing in, last day of term and there was an excited air as the kids looked forward to the Easter break. The head girl Hermione Grayson strode on to the stage and called for quiet. Silence descended as teachers came in and sat down.

"Good afternoon everyone. Just a few notices before the Headmistress arrives" said Hermione as she ran through some items about the start of next term and highlighted a few holiday activities. She continued, "at the end of the assembly please return to your form rooms immediately where form teachers will give you your reports for your parents and an end of term letter to take home. The 6th should assemble in the common room. School bell will ring at 330 and that will be it. Next term will start on Monday 26th." She looked up got the nod from the Head Boy, Michael Bennett, who was standing by the door and said, "please stand".

The whole school stood as the Head Boy opened the door and Ms. Finch strode in and headed for the stage. She took her place behind the lectern and then signaled everyone to sit. The head prefects sat down on 2 chairs on the other side of the stage. Michael whispered to Hermione, "this should be interesting", she smiled and nodded. They were going out and the night before she had told him all about what she had witnessed. He had been deeply aroused by it and they had had a good sex session afterwards as a result. He was looking forward to round 2 later!!

Ms. Finch spoke and after a few general words, she smiled and held up two pieces of paper, she explained,

"On this list is the names of 6 boys, 5 of whom were punished yesterday afternoon. " She then briefly outlined the new punishment regime, continuing “the 6^thboy will be punished shortly. The other list is positive the list of boys and girls who will receive their merit certificates today for excellent work and contribution to the school. But we shall cone to that list at the end of the assembly. But now we will deal with the 6^th name on this other list."

This was the cue for Mr. Roberts to enter followed by Oldham dressed only in a pair of white shorts, nothing else. There was a gasp and some chatter as they walked down the aisle and onto the stage.

The Head allowed the chatter to subside and then in the silence continued explaining the boy’s offences and that this punishment was a last chance, an alternative to expulsion and had been agreed to by both boy and parents. She looked up towards the back of the room where the senior pupils all sat "note to the 6th form you are not exempt just because you are over 16". She paused and then said, "over to you Mr. Roberts" and sat down.

Mr. Roberts stood at the front and said in his clear voice. "As a level 6 punishment this boy will now receive a caning 6 strokes bare in front of the whole school. This public punishment sends a clear message to every pupil that such behaviour as outlined will not be tolerated. However once this punishment is over Oldham will be accepted back as an ordinary pupil, no different from anyone else, he will have paid for his offences and will be able to start afresh."

He turned to the boy, "right boy remove your shorts".

The boy stepped forward as he had been instructed and pulled down his shorts and stood naked in front of everyone - every teacher and about 250 boys and girls including his girlfriend who knew he was due a punishment but he had not told her what. There was a slight almost indiscernible lean forward by many pupils, most of the girls staring not at his face but of course at his middle.

Mr. Roberts turned him round and he was laid over the horse legs apart and arms forward. Michael stood up and went round to the back of the horse and took hold of the boy’s hands to help ensure he remained in place as he was trashed. There was complete silence. Mr. Roberts opened the case and removed a lo g cane, which he swished a few times.

He said in a loud clear stern voice "Six".

And with that he stepped back and in quick succession laid down three clear stripes on Oldham’s backside. The boy cried out after each one and many of the children watching winced. He paused stepped back admiring the 3 clear lines, he ran his hand over the boy’s bottom to check there were no cutting of the skin.

He stepped back, swish crack 4, 5 and then 6, the boy almost howled after the last and clearly the hardest one. He had tears in his eyes. He lay across the horse gathering his breath, his thoughts, trying to breathe normally whilst dealing with the pain and his bottom on fire.

Mr. Roberts stood back and nodded to the Head Boy who came round the front and helped the boy stand up still facing the back of the stage so that the 6 clear stripes could be seen. Michael looked down and saw that Oldham was partially aroused probably from where his willy had rubbed against the horse with each stroke. He turned him round to face the school. The ultimate humiliation. He picked up the boy’s shorts and led him off the stage still naked where he was told to stand by the door hands on head. Mr. Roberts put his cane away and sat down in the vacated seat next to Hermione. The head stood up

"I am sure Oldham has learned his lesson." She moved on to pleasant things praising those who had been awarded certificates and then called one boy and one girl to the stage to receive their "best pupil of the term" award.

The assembly was over Ms. Finch left followed by the staff. Michael and Hermione stood either side of the naked boy as the pupils filed out past him, every girl taking a good look at his willy which stood at half-mast still from his acute embarrassment. He felt utterly humiliated and in agony. The hall emptied. Mr. Roberts carrying his case walked over, "Oldham, you took that well. Use the pain to focus on being better. You are a bright boy. You can do well. Just think before you do things, grow up and we shall see a new and improved Oldham next term I’m sure.." he held out his hand, the boy took it, shook hands and tried a smile. "Good boy". He left.

Michael turned to him, "right Keith follow us, as you are" and led the naked boy across the playground to the 6^th form common room where his bag and clothes had already been returned. The 6^th form were all casually chatting awaiting the arrival of the head of 6^th form and his deputy. The door opened and in came the head prefects with the still naked Keith.

There was a bit of a cheer especially from the boy’s mates. Michael spoke, " right settle own everyone. Mr. Hunt will be here in a minute. Keith - last bit of your punishment is that you can’t get dressed until the bell. Your bag and clothes are over there but you can go join your mates," he paused smiling, " but I advise against sitting down."

Everyone laughed, Keith tried to smile but was still of course feeling awful. He made his way over to his mates, eliciting a few comments from girls at his nudity, "nice cock Oldham", "how big does it get" laughter and giggles. If course he’d been seen naked by every boy before, after games in the showers, but not with 6 stinging stripes across his bum. He stood with his mates who gave him consoling pats, whilst his girlfriend gave him a hug. Mr. Hunt and Miss Wilson came in, spoke briefly, and handed out reports. Mr. Hunt to the Upper 6^th and then Miss Wilson to the Lower 6^th, each pupil coming to the front to collect. She left the best until last.

"One report left Oldham" laughter as he had to walk to the front towards the smiling 30 something history teacher, his history teacher who had a perfect view of his naked body. "What a lovely view on which to start the holiday" she said as she handed him his report and he scuttled back to his mates. The bell rang and he dived into his bag and got dressed almost before the first pupil was out if the door. His punishment was over, and he had survived though how much teasing and jibes he would get he didn’t know. It was for sure something he would never want to repeat.

Michael Bennett came over and said, "a quiet word Keith", the boys knew each other as were both in the rugby team.

The older boy spoke, "look you are going to be in some pain and its best to treat the stripes to help them settle down. If you want come round to my place later and I’ve got some salve for you.”

“Err okay thanks.”

That evening Keith Oldham wearing loose jogging bottoms and sweatshirt rang the doorbell of the Head boy’s home. He had been surprised and pleased by the offer. The door opened and Michael smiling welcomed him. "The rents are out for the evening; do you want a drink? "

A beer was offered and accepted. “Come up to my room, Hermione is home too hope that’s okay with you"

Keith nodded somewhat in awe of the company he was in, though he would of course had wished for better circumstances. They went into Michael’s bedroom where Hermione was lounging on his large double bed, music was playing through the tele and she too had a beer. "Hi" she said smiling, "how are you feeling?"

He grimaced, " sore".

“I can imagine” she said and then told him how she had witnessed the other punishments the day before. “Laurence Starling naked like you but he only got 3. And he had a raging boner too!”

“No way” said Keith open mouthed.

“Yep standing erect in front every teacher!”

“He must have felt so awful, so glad I didn’t do that!”

"Well it was a sight to behold, all the female teachers had a good look!!! So Michael’s got some good cream for your bottom, best let’s do that first. Those joggers are going to have to come off you know. Don’t be shy now Keith we’ve seen everything today already."

Keith shrugged and dropped his joggers and boxers. His sweatshirt was quite long hiding partially the view. Michael stepped forward and pulled it up "easier if it comes off mate" and within seconds Keith was stark naked again. Hermione had a big grin, "yes that’s better, lie face down on the bed so we can put the cream on."

He did as he was told, and they got the cream out and Michael showed him the jar. "This should help the stripes heal quicker, does it still hurt?”

“Not badly but there is a strong ache and I can’t sit down any pressure and it really hurts.”

Out of Keith’s sight Hermione had divested her own clothes, and with Keith face down she said, “Michael its getting hot in here, I think Keith’s got the right idea." Michael was only wearing t-shirt and shorts and stood behind the boy and kicked them off and then gently began to apply the cream. The boy winced a few times, but it did soothe and cool.

“All done” and Keith looked round to see the older boy naked. "Woh, you’re naked,"

“Yep and so is Hermione!"

“Wow”, he pushed himself up and looking at the girl, his willy started its inexorable rise.

“Getting all excited Keith? I’m flattered.”. The por boy blushed and Michael explained, "You see Keith yesterday when Hermione came round after watching those 5 boys get punished, it really turned us on, and then today we saw you caned naked. Well we thought we could help you with the cream and then you could help us by telling us what it was like, it must have been horribly painful as well as so embarrassing. You’ve got a good body we enjoyed seeing it close up."

As Michael was saying this, he too had got fully erect and Hermione started to play with him and then with her other hand touched Keith who shuddered in excitement. Keith at their bidding began to try and describe what it had been like which turned the excitement up a notch. Hermione told him he had been very brave as she gave him a fantastic blow job, stopping just begore he came smiling all in good time.

He sat on the bed fascinated as the young couple made live in front of him Michael pounding her from top and animalistically the young couple rutted having memories of watching the boy being punished. Michael came withdrew and told the younger boy, “you can if you like” and despite his fears Keith took his place and entered Hermione, it didn’t take long before his own sperm joined that of Michaels. It was an exquisite end to what had been before that the worst day of his life.

After catting some more and then a shower he dressed and prepared to leave, "not a word, our secret” they all agreed. Michael gave him the cream; “use it every day and it will help, and we will see you soon.” He left and for the first time that day he was smiling. Meanwhile Michael and Hermione collapsed on the bed to relive the moment again.

The new regime Part 3

Summer term

Notice to all staff: following research into adolescent boys behaviour and the discovery of a link between testosterone levels and poor discipline it has been decided that all boys punished at levels 4 upwards after their corporal punishment will be milked to drain them. A new milking machine has been placed in the punishment room. Ms. Wilson has been trained and will help teachers administer. Please advise Mr. Roberts of the first pupil to be given a level 4 + punishment and I will arrange for it to be part of a staff demonstration as before.

Signed Ms. Finch

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I was 14 years and 5 months old on the fateful day in the summer term. It was a hot humid day, everyone was bored stuck inside in the classroom on a beautiful afternoon doing double English with Miss Clifford who was also our form mistress. I was bored, sweaty and also not that interested and had started to gaze out of the window and that’s where it all started to go horribly wrong. What was I thinking, I still to this day do not know why I did what I did but it led to an awful painful punishment and the biggest humiliation of my short life.

I was blissfully unaware of the question Miss ,Clifford put to me as I was watching the cars drive by below me from our 1st floor window and I could also just see the sea and the boats on it , the school was a minute walk to the seafront.

"Cooper are you listening to me or is the view out of the window more interesting? " said Miss Clifford.

I realised that it was me and had that rush of " god I haven’t been listening", and then as per usual I opened my mouth and said something stupid, " err no miss outside is more interesting." My classmates laughed nervously at my cheek, and before I could say sorry, she raised her voice and said, " well Cooper I hate to intrude upon your window gazing, but your attention is needed here."

I turned away from the window reluctantly and said, " yes Miss".

About 5 minutes later I was looking out the window again. "Cooper stand up." "Oh no" I thought.

"Pick up your books and swap seats with Fowler".

I did as I was told and was now sat at the front if the class right in front of her desk. No chance of looking out the window now. She set us a task and then said she would call each of us up to go through our latest essays she had marked.

My turn came and the feedback on my essay was average. I half listened as she explained things id missed and where I could improve it. I must admit that standing next to her as she sat her high desk, I was more interested in looking at her boobs and cleavage. She told me to concentrate and then I moved my arm across and accidentally on purpose, I’m still not sure, knocked over the jug of water she had on her desk. The water toppled splashed down her desk went all over her white blouse which turned almost see through.

She shouted, " look what you’ve done you stupid boy." Her front was soaked and I giggled nervously as I could see the outline of her bra underneath. "I’ll get a towel Miss" rushed over to my locker and grabbed the towel from my pe kit returning and then pressed it against her wet blouse briefly touching her breasts before she grabbed it herself. Her eyes told me she knew I did it deliberately. I gulped. She wiped down the water. Handed me my towel and wet exercise book.

"Class. I’m going to the staff room to change my top. I want absolute silence, please get on with your exercise, Wendy (Class captain) you are in charge and Cooper your essay is ruined so you will have to do it again".

My classmates laughed at my expense as I grabbed my soaking book tried to dry it off but the ink had well and truly run. A few minutes later she returned, and class continued until the bell rang. Home time. the weekend! Yeah! But not for me.

“Stay behind Cooper.”

Everyone left. She told me to stand up and face her.

"I am not at all happy Cooper, you’ve spent the whole lesson looking out the window, you were looking at my breasts, you knocked the water over and then rather than hand me the towel you pressed it against my chest to - as they say cop a feel. What do you have to say for yourself?"

I didn’t really not what to say except lamely, "sorry Miss I wasn’t really" but it didn’t sound very convincing.

"Umm well I shall have a think about you this weekend. Your work has not been as good as usual, and I’ve heard from other teachers that you’ve ben slacking off too. "

I started to speak but knew she was right so sensibly said nothing.

"In the meantime re write that essay I want it on my desk at 9 am registration on Monday. Understood."

“Yes Miss sorry Miss.”

"Well off you go home" and she picked up her bag and left leaving me kicking myself at the prospect of redoing the essay stuck inside on a glorious weekend. And I had a load of other homework to do as well. I was behind and had indeed been slacking. If my parents were told I would be in serious trouble. I went home a burdened young man. A no fun weekend ahead.

Miss Clifford on the other hand returned to the staff room where she chatted about young Cooper with her experienced older colleague Mrs. Dawson, the lady who had been talking to the young teachers at the punishment demonstration.

Mrs. Dawson’s view was very clear. "I think this is a clear case of a level 3 offence on the new regime, the boy is clearly losing focus and becoming idle and it needs to be nipped in the bud. A good dose of spanking does I often find do the trick especially around the 13-14 age. Ah here’s Mr. Roberts let’s ask him shall we?"

It will come as no surprise that Mr. Roberts fully agreed and advised that Cooper ‘s offence coupled with his general bad reports should be raised to Level 4 and this he would be the first boy to be so punished at this level since the new rules. He asked Miss Clifford to send Cooper to see him on Monday morning break time.

I was of course blissfully unaware of these conversations as I trudged home. The weekend dragged partly because for a large part of it I was stuck indoors doing homework. My best mate Rob came over and we laughed and joked, especially about the soaking of Miss Clifford. Neither of us expected it would go any further - how wrong we were.

On Monday morning I presented my new essay and said Sorry again. Miss Clifford said thank you for the apology. She took the register gave a few notices out and then her final words hit me, "just one last notice Cooper please report to Mr. Roberts at break time in the staff room. That will be all have a good day" and with that she got up and left as were staying for our first lesson - maths.

Her announcement was followed by some ribbing from classmates who wondered about the outcome of such a meeting with Mr. Roberts. I did not need their joking and speculation to realize that this could be a scary meeting, surely I wasn’t in serious trouble or was I. I struggled to concentrate through maths and French before the mid-morning break.

The staff room was on the upper floor of the central school block and overlooked the playground. You entered on the left-hand side and passed one of the admin offices, the heads secretary’s office and the head’s office were all on the ground floor. Up the stairs there was a small landing and a door on which a clear black and white sign denoted" Staff Room” and below it, "knock and wait".

I took a deep breath and knocked firmly on the door taking the opportunity before the door opened to tighten my tie and look as smart as possible. The door opened and Mr. Martin, one of the history teachers opened it,

"Yes, Cooper how may I help you?"

"I’ve been asked to report to Mr. Roberts Sir"

He raised his eyebrows, " Have you now? I am not surprised from what I hear, I will tell him you are here.” He closed the door. In what seemed ages I waited, it was probably only a couple of minutes, I was nervous, kept on checking myself, I couldn’t stand still and then the door opened. I had never met Mr. Roberts before so I didn’t know what he was like but I had been told by others he was serious and scary.

"Cooper? " "Yes Sir"

"Good follow me.” He held the door open and I entered the staff room. It was quite large with a combination of tables and chairs and more comfortable armchairs and a couple of sofas. On one side there was a large table of hot drink facilities, whilst on the other large notice boards. The main windows stretched across the room overlooking the playground. Teachers looked up as he led me down the left-hand side where there were 2 side rooms. In the first side room was a large corner desk behind which Mrs. Miles sat, who was the admin clerk for the common room.

Beyond her office, I followed Mr. Roberts into another room. It was a fairly big room. Wooden cupboards were on two walls, a window on the other looked out over the street. The room was sparsely furnished a desk, a chair and a up against the wall an old gym horse. In the corner was a small table with a large wooden cupboard on top of it. I realized quickly I was in the infamous punishment room. Mr. Roberts told to stand in the middle hands behind my back, legs apart as if at ease in the army.

He spoke quietly " Right I’ll keep this brief Cooper. Miss Clifford explained to me and Mrs. Dawson what happened on Friday. We also have spoken with your other teachers about your current performance and attitude and everyone has agreed that you are slacking off, getting cheeky and somewhat losing your way. It has been decided that a short sharp shock will help give you the buck your ideas up."

I didn’t know quite what to say but knew trying to put up a defense was not going to get anywhere so just said "yes Sir".

He continued, "my options are broad boy." He turned around and opened he cupboard behind him to reveal the contents. A selection of canes, a pike of gym shoes and plimsoll, and a couple of American style paddles. I gulped.

"I haven’t finally decided your level of punishment yet but be in no doubt young man you will be beaten. Understood." I nodded not trusting myself to speak.

"You will be notified when. Punishments are conducted in this room, and always after school at 330pm. Usually I shut the door but not always. Whether it is open or shut teachers will always hear and know who is the offending boy. Have you anything to say for yourself?"

I looked up, I couldn’t stop my bottom lip quivering a bit at the prospect, "I’m sorry sir I didn’t mean to get Miss Clifford wet and I will try harder I promise. Is there anything I can do... " he cut me off, "No the decision has been made Cooper. Just make sure after your punishment you do improve else you will be back in this room quicker than you can say ouch." He continued shutting the cupboards,

"I’ll let you go, follow me". He stepped out of the room with me in his wake and then stopped and turned to Mrs. Miles,

"Dorothy I’ve got Cooper here to punish, can you check availability after school for it go ahead as per the Heads new instruction. He will be the first" .

"Certainly Mr. Roberts, I will have a day for you by lunchtime. She then turned to me , "Cooper is it, what’s your first name and class"

" Simon Cooper Miss I’m in 4C.” She wrote this down, looked up at me and then Mr. Roberts, "ah so this is the boy who soaked Miss Clifford then Mr. Roberts? I trust he will be given a good beating for such awful behaviour"

I blushed bright red as her pronouncement was quite loud and a few teachers tuned and looked at me. “Indeed he will Mrs. Miles, indeed he will" said Mr. Roberts who took my arm propelling me ahead of him towards the door through which I couldn’t escape quick enough. I ran down the stairs and out into the playground, there was only a few minutes left, Rob was waiting for me. "Well?"

I shook my head, "gonna get a beating. Don’t know when yet though." I told him what Mrs. Miles had said adding, "all the teachers looked at me as if I was the worst kid in the school, it was an accident." Rob raised his eyebrows "really Simon?"

I grinned " well maybe not ish."

"Bad luck mate, you’ll have to decide if it was worth it or not" .

The bell rang and we went back inside. It was a couple of days later that I was informed that at I would be required to report Mr. Roberts on Friday at the end of school. No other information was given to me other than what I had already been told - I would be beaten. I was understandably nervous, my friends tried to gee me up whilst a few others teased. They all though wanted a full account after especially the girls who sat there knowing they were exempt from cp. They thought it was so funny .

Friday - the worst day of my life or so I thought at the time. The atmosphere at home was bad, my parents had been called into the school and had a meeting with the deputy head and Mr. Roberts. My parents were furious with my behaviour and when they got home from the school i was given the full force of my father’s anger and my mother’s despair. My dad said normally he would thrash me himself but as the school would be doing that on Friday, he wouldn’t but I would still be grounded for 2 weeks on top.

So, it wasn’t a happy boy that day who came to school and went through the day dreading the final bell. It duly came, friends wished me good luck and I went up the stairs and knocked on the staff room door. Also waiting outside was another boy, he was about 12 and looked really scared. The door opened and Mr. Roberts appeared, "come in boys" he said and led us to the office outside the punishment room. " Wait there" . The dreaded Mrs. Miles looked up at me and with almost a grin on her face she spoke , "ah Cooper time for your comeuppance I see, good."

Mr. Roberts appeared accompanied by Miss Simmonds, she was the form teacher for the boy whose name was Derbyshire. Both of you come in. We followed the 2 of them into the punishment room. The door was shut. I looked around and immediately noticed the horse was missing. I was told to stand in the corner whilst the quivering boy was given a stern talking to by Miss Simmonds. Mr. Roberts said his behaviour constituted a level 2 punishment so he would be beaten 4 times but because of his age he would be slippered not caned.

The boy took his blazer off and was bent over the chair and given 4 hard whacks by Mr. Roberts. The sound of the whacks echoed and I’m sure they could be heard out in the staff room. The boy stood up he was crying a bit and he wiped away a tear.

"Right Derbyshire that’s you done, don’t let me see you again this term. Understood?"

Miss Simmonds took the boy away to escort him out of the staff room.

"Right Cooper your turn" said Mr. Roberts putting the plimsoll back in its place. "Take your blazer off and put it on the back of the chair". I did as instructed. He left the room and walked out into the office and spoke to Mrs. Miles. I couldn’t hear what was said exactly, but I did hear him say " is everyone here now? "

He wandered off into the main staff room and there was a murmur of conversation and then he strode back in and to told me to follow him. Out in the staff room I saw there were a number of teachers all sat round in a semi-circle and in front was the horse. All the teachers I noticed were female. ,none of the male teachers were present. It was all looking and feeling a bit odd and I had a growing uneasiness in my tummy.

Mr. Roberts led to the front and stood me in front of them all. He then proceeded to outline what I had done to Miss Clifford not only soaking her but gawping at her breasts and then touching her. There was much tutting and shaking of heads. I felt really ashamed. He continued,

"This would constitute a level 3 offence normally. However as many of you know we have canvassed views and it has become clear that Cooper has been visibly slacking over the last term, his work has deteriorated, his behaviour worsened and generally it’s just not good enough. The deputy head and I met with his parents yesterday and they have fully agreed with his proposed punishment and it has been agreed this will at level 4. Given the offence against a female teacher Cooper your punishment will be witnessed by the female staff of the school. Your mother expressly agreed this would be done. Your behaviour has been poor, you need to buck your ideas up, start behaving, and work harder. I hope this punishment will serve to help start this process off. You will be firstly caned 6 times. Come with me."

Before I had a chance to say anything, I was being taken back to the punishment room in a state of shock. Once inside, the door wide open he said in a loud clear voice " strip". I looked at him in astonishment, "now boy at level 4 your punishment is on your bare bottom."

I couldn’t quite believe what he was saying but it was clear I had no say and my parents had agreed. I started to remove my clothes until I was down to my underpants. I was shaking by this stage and hesitated, and he just stepped forward and pulled them down, and so had to step out of them.

He stood back and looked over my body, "time to be a man now Cooper” he said quietly.

He took my arm and told me to walk in front of him out into the staff room. I made my way through the office, Mrs. Miles was not there, but she was standing at the back of the teachers clearly intent on watching my demise. I walked to the front my willy swinging away in front of me. I was turned to face them all.

"A naked boy isn’t so much of a threat is he ladies. This nudity is designed to bring him down to size. He may be a young man physically as we can all see, but he is still a boy and clearly behaving like a 12 year old rather than the 14 years he is. Bend over the horse Cooper.”

I did as I was told and he spread my legs apart picked up the cane from the table, stood back swishing the cane, the very sound of it made my flesh quiver. He tapped my bottom a few times to get the right distance and then drew back, I heard the swish and then the impact and the pain.

"One" he said. This was followed by 2 and 3. He stopped and came closer running his hand gently over my bottom. "Okay halfway" he said softly.

He stepped back and numbers 4, 5 and 6 were delivered. The pain was intense and despite my best efforts I did cry out loudly with the last 2 as they impacted on me bottom. Agony sharp stinging pain.

I was breathing heavily as I struggled to deal with pain coursing through my bum, later I would look in the mirror at home and see 6 clear stripes across it. Mr. Roberts was certainly accurate, probably acquired through years of practice thrashing boys.

I didn’t want to move lying over that horse knowing all too well behind me sat a bunch of female teachers who grimly had watched me just get beaten. Some for all I know took pleasure in it, I’m sure that Mrs. Miles did. I wondered what Miss Clifford was thinking. As I lay there I was for some strange reason trying to work out how many of them were my teachers, about 5 whom I would have to face over the next few days. All of them had not only seen me caned but seen me totally naked. God this was awful.

Mr. Roberts told me to stand up and them turn around to face them. This was frightening but as with everything that day I had no choice I couldn’t even run away my clothes were in the punishment room and I was not sure I could even run if I wanted to. I stood up slowly and turned around wincing in pain. I had tears in my eyes and was desperately trying not to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me cry but it was hard.

Mr. Roberts spoke, "well I hope that has more than made up for this boys actions Miss Clifford and he will be a better more diligent boy going forward."

I looked at Miss Clifford and I saw an element of sympathy in her eyes but also a look of satisfaction. I had embarrassed her and now things were not just even but I had been clearly shown that she was in charge and that I was a mere boy stripped punished and humiliated.

"Yes I hope so Mr. Roberts. We all hope young Cooper has well and truly learned his lesson."

Mr. Roberts nodded and then gestured to Miss Wilson who stood up and said, “now ladies Cooper has given us a wonderful opportunity to demonstrate the new part of level 4 upwards punishments. As already circulated, research has shown a link between excess testosterone in teenage boys and bad behaviour so The Head has decreed that any boy receiving a level 4 punishment just like Cooper here will from now on be drained afterwards.”

"This serves 2 functions - to calm the boy down, plus also it is probably the ultimate humiliation for a teenage boy and thus this is why it will only be performed by female staff. Normally that would 2 or 3 staff those who are closely working with the boy in every day school, such as for Cooper here, Miss Clifford as his form teacher. The idea behind this is that the boy is fully aware going forward in each lesson and interaction with that teacher he knows that she has not only witnessed his bare caning but also seen him put through the very personal act of a boy in public. He will always know that she had seen him at both his lowest point.

“Cooper here is exposed, we’ve just watched him being beaten, we’ve seen his bottom marked, heard his cries and also have him before us totally naked, his penis and balls on show nowhere to hide. This is as it should be. As certainly silly little badly behaved boys like Coper have no need for modesty. So, ladies let us take this forward. I will take Cooper with Miss Clifford into the punishment room and get things set up, then grab a cuppa and come and join us, I’m afraid it will be standing room only.

She turned to me and said " follow me Cooper.”

I walked slowly after her, each step was painful. Miss Clifford followed. Once inside Miss Wilson busied herself with the large box cupboard in the corner whilst Miss Clifford spoke mire gently to me "are you okay Simon, bend over the table and I will apply some soothing cream to your bottom."

I looked at her surprised as she had used my first name, I just nodded and did what I was told, I was by this time in a state of total compliance and obedience. She opened a draw and took out a tub and opened the lid of a tub , she smoothed sone cream onto my stripes. I winced at her touch but the cream did ease some of the pain. Over in the corner Miss Wilson was ready.

"Right over here Cooper. I don’t know much you understood of what I just said so I am going to explain in very basic terms. You are going to be strapped to the wall hands by your side so you can’t use them and then we are going to place this tube over your erect penis, and then turn it on. This will stimulate your penis until you ejaculate and will then continue to do so until we have emptied your testicles of all your sperm. In ordinary language you are going to be milked and the ladies are going to watch. Any resistance is futile as Mr. Roberts is outside if needed. Understood?"

I stood there open mouthed in astonishment but was by this I was resigned to my fate and so meekly stood against the wall where there were 2 loops for my arms and I hadn’t noticed a strap near the bottom which went over my legs so I was well and truly fastened against the wall. At this point the teachers came in and there were comments at my expense and some laughter. "He looks like he is an art exhibit Miss Wilson."

When they were all in, and I saw the horrible Mrs. Miles standing at the door staring at me. Miss Wilson spoke,

"In order for this to work the boy needs to be erect. As I sure you all know there is one easy way to achieve, this is the method used no doubt by every teenage boy in the world." They laughed as she took hold of my willy and began to slowly wank me, it didn’t take long until I was fully erect.

"There that’s better”, she turned to the table and picked up a rules and then laid it on top of my erection , " umm an impressive 6.2 inches not bad Cooper and maybe still growing?" She put the ruler down and took the clear tube and placed it over my erect willy making sure it was a tight fit and with a flourish she flicked a switch.

The machine started and the tube began to move up and down masturbating me. It was an incredible feeling as it gently brought me to the point of orgasm. Miss Wilson said by way of commentary, "I always think it is fascinating to watch a males face at that point of ejaculation, it is almost like seeing inside their soul, everything is exposed, I think we are close to that point."

Indeed it was as I felt the rise in pressure in my shaft and then with an involuntarily loud arrgh sound I came, no doubt my face was a picture, it was one of the best cums I’d ever had but then the machine continued and the pleasure was replaced by agony as it took me over the edge and continued the masturbation. It was really a combination of pain and pleasure. My breathing quickened and I was so conscious of them watching me in this most intimate of human displays the boy releasing his sperm, his manliness controlled by a group of older women. I was mortified but the feelings of arousal continued and I came 2 more times each occasion crying out, before the machine was switched off. She removed the tube and my sticky wet willy just hung there drooping with cum still hanging from the end. I was drained exhausted and utterly bereft of any dignity.

Tears rolled down my cheek and I knew that every time I saw one of these teachers I would indeed know that they knew they’d seen me like this...it was a hundred times worse than the caning. I was the only boy in the whole school they had all seen naked, ejaculating for their amusement. There were smiles, jokes at my expense as they filed out leaving Miss Wilson and Clifford and me.

“We are done Cooper. One final thing before we finish. You will tell no one about this. If you do then you will be back here again. Tell them you have been caned bare. But do not share this as we don’t want it spoiled for the next boy. Now through here is a bathroom and a shower. Wash yourself and get dressed and then you can go home. Oh, and one last thing there are 2 others who know what has happened here this afternoon, your parents and they fully approved and agreed both of the caning and the milking. They will no doubt ask you about it when you get home."

My God this just got worse as I imagined my mother asking me to describe it to her. No doubt she would want to inspect my caning stripes as well. The worst day of my life want over just yet.

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