Taught a Lesson

Taught a Lesson 1

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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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Taught a Lesson

Connor Maynard and his two friends Nathan Adams and Tom Robinson are all 14-years-old and have the knack of getting themselves into trouble. Now they have gone too far and are about to be punished yet again by their Headmaster but this time their mothers are involved.

Part 1

IT was Wednesday afternoon and Connor Maynard and his two classmates Nathan Adams and Tom Robinson are standing in the corridor outside the Headmaster’s office. This was not an unusual occurrence for these three 14-year-old boys, and barely a month into the new school term they had succeeded in finding themselves in this same location every week for the past four weeks. Once again they had managed to get themselves into trouble and this time they were likely to be in serious bother as a consequence of their latest misdemeanour.

“We’re really going to be for it this time,” groaned Nathan, “remember what old Trimble said last week if we ended up in front of him again this term.”

Tom looked at Nathan then at Connor. “It’s all your fault” he said.

“How is it all my fault?” replied Connor indignantly, “you were quite willing to join in when I suggested it, so don’t blame me.”

“Well that’s before we got caught,” complained Nathan reproachfully.

Connor glanced at Nathan and then reflected on what had happened that morning; their last lesson before lunch had been PE. The boys as usual changed together in exactly the same place as they usually did, once changed they went outside to the playing fields to wait for the sports master Mr Farrell to take the lesson. After the lesson had finished the boys returned to the changing rooms via the back entrance so that they could remove their muddy boots before entering. As they approached the changing rooms Connor had noticed a ladder up against some scaffolding, adjacent to the building containing the girls’ changing rooms and they had decided to investigate. A single scream from one of the girls alerted Miss Goodwin, the girls’ PE teacher that something was wrong and as she entered the changing room she followed the direction the girls were looking in and noticed three faces peering into the changing room from the top windows.

Connor’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the Headmaster’s door opened and Miss Goodwin came out. She stared at the three boys with a look of scorn on her face. “Well boys, you are in big trouble this time and you will thoroughly deserve whatever punishment is coming to you,” she commented before heading off along the corridor towards the staff room.

“There you are, I knew it,” grumbled Nathan, looking extremely worried.

A few moments later and the door to the Headmaster’s office opened again and the school secretary Miss Peters appeared. “Okay boys please go in, the Headmaster will see you now” she said.

The three boys shuffled uncomfortably into the Headmaster’s office followed by Miss Peters who closed the door behind them. The boys stood in a line in front of Mr Trimble’s desk with their heads down staring at the floor. “Mr Maynard, Mr Adams and Mr Robinson,” the Headmaster began, “what an unexpected surprise,” he declared with more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice. The boys stared even harder at the floor, concentrating on looking down at their feet.

“Please look at me gentlemen when I am speaking to you,” Mr Trimble said. The boys looked up nervously at the Headmaster. “So far this term you have broken two windows, been involved in a water fight, pushed a younger pupil over in the mud, knocked a teacher’s thermos flask off her desk and smashed it and been late for school on several occasions.” The three boys’ faces began to go red as their list of misdemeanours was read out to them; “and now this latest escapade.”

“Detentions do not seem to have any effect on you, so I’m afraid I am going to have to take drastic action this time,” Mr Trimble announced. “I have contacted your mothers’ and they are on their way in to see me as I speak.” The three boys looked at each other in terror, they had not expected this to happen, and were now totally distraught at the prospect of having to face their own mothers.

The reaction of the boys to the news that their mothers were on their way in to the school had a sobering effect on them, something Mr Trimble picked up on very quickly. “Well boys, clearly the fact that your mothers are now involved seems to have had some impact. Until I have discussed this matter with them I am unable to comment on your punishment further, so I suggest you go with Miss Peters and wait for me to speak with your mothers before I make any decisions.”

The three boys nodded and thanked Mr Trimble before heading off to the school office with Miss Peters to await the outcome of their mothers’ meeting with the Headmaster.

At just after 3pm the boys were summoned back to the Headmaster’s office. As they entered they found their mothers were still present and were sitting on chairs to the right of the Headmaster’s desk. All three boys glowed red and looked extremely embarrassed as they stood in front of Mr Trimble.

“Well gentlemen,” he said, “As you can see I have had a very interesting discussion with your mothers regarding your latest misdemeanour, and between us we have agreed a suitable punishment for you, which you will discover in due course. For now though your mothers are going to take you home and you will return to school tomorrow morning. I have asked that the nature of your punishment is not revealed to you, to which your mothers have agreed. You may now go home”. With that the mothers of the three boys thanked Mr Trimble and left his office accompanied by their sons.

Connor and his mother made their way towards the visitors’ car park in silence; they reached the car and got in. “Well,” said Janet Maynard, “what have you got to say for yourself?”

Connor looked across at his mother, “I’m sorry mum,” he said going red with embarrassment.

“I should think you are,” said his mother, “How could you do such a thing? Spying on the girls getting showered and changed, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Connor looked down into the foot-space of the car and went an even deeper shade of red.

“You are right to be embarrassed; I don’t know what your father is going to say. It’s probably a good job that he is away at the moment otherwise you would have been looking forward to a good hiding when he got home. Mind you that still might happen after I have spoken with him later. When we get home I think you should go straight upstairs to your room.”

Connor put his head in his hands, “boy was he in big trouble this time,” he thought to himself.

They continued the journey home in complete silence and as soon as they got indoors Connor quickly did as he had been told and went upstairs to his room. His mother went into the kitchen to start preparing the evening meal.

At 6 o’clock his mother called to him upstairs; “Connor, dinner’s ready, please come down.” Connor came downstairs instantly and joined his mother and his two younger sisters, 13-year-old Kirsten and 10-year-old Jemma at the kitchen table for tea.

“Spaghetti bolognaise, excellent!” exclaimed Jemma as she dug into the plate of food in front of her. In between mouthfuls the two girls chattered away telling their mother what they had been up to that day. Connor stayed silent throughout the mealtime and did not utter a single word. Eventually Kirsten noticed that Connor hadn’t spoken all evening.

“What’s up Connor?” she said enquiringly, “you’ve been unusually quiet tonight, is there anything the matter?”

“No, I’m fine,” muttered Connor finishing his tea, turning to face his mother he asked “may I leave the table please?”

“Yes, okay,” she replied.

Connor got down from the table and headed back up to his room. He was planning not to have to emerge from it again other than to visit the bathroom. He knew his mother was going to be speaking with his father sometime that evening and he certainly didn’t want to be around whilst that conversation was taking place. Needless to say he was in bed very early, even earlier than Kirsten, with the light off by 9pm. As he lay there his mind focussed on school tomorrow morning and he wondered what punishment lay ahead of him. He shut his eyes to avoid thinking about it and within minutes had fallen sound asleep.

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The next morning Connor was up earlier than usual and had his breakfast before anyone else had got up. He wanted to avoid speaking to anyone, particularly his mother. He was expecting to be told what his father had said on the phone last night and he wasn’t looking forward to hearing about any additional punishment he may have to face. He picked up his schoolbag and quietly let himself out of the house.

Connor arrived at school and sat on a bench just inside the school gates while he waited for Nathan and Tom to appear. After about 20 minutes he saw his two friends walking towards him and got up to meet them.

“Hi,” he said, “how were things at yours last night?”

“Not good,” replied Tom, “Mum was furious and Dad went mental when he found out; I ended up getting spanked, and I’ve been grounded for the next two weeks.”

“Same here,” muttered Nathan, “It’s the first time I’ve been spanked for ages; Mum said that we deserve what is going to happen to us today.”

Connor stared at his friend with a scared look on his face. “What did she mean by that?” he asked.

“I dunno,” answered Nathan.

“Come on,” said Connor, “we had better go in and find out what’s happening.”

With that the three boys trooped off in the direction of the school office, where they had been told to report when they arrived at school that morning. When they got there they found three chairs placed outside in the corridor where they were told by Miss Peters to go and take a seat and wait until Mr Trimble was ready to speak with them.

After a short wait Miss Peters re-emerged from the school office and told the boys to follow her across the corridor. She knocked on the door of the Headmaster’s office and showed the boys inside.

“Good morning gentlemen,” Mr Trimble said.

“Morning Sir,” the boys answered together

“I hope that you have reflected on your conduct yesterday and that there will be no repeat of your transgression in the future. I am sure that you will have already experienced the displeasure of your respective parents which will hopefully ensure that you behave better from now on.”

“Yes Sir,” replied the boys, again all speaking at once.

“As I explained to you yesterday when your mothers were present, you will be receiving an appropriate punishment for what you did, which will take place during the course of today,” Mr Trimble announced with an air of mystery. “Now please go to your classroom as normal.”

As the three boys left the Headmaster’s office they had very puzzled expressions on their faces. What exactly had Mr Trimble meant by an ‘appropriate punishment’, and when would they receive it? They would just have to wait to find out.

They went to their classroom, and after registration went to assembly as usual, and then to their first lesson of the day which was History. Afterwards they had Maths followed by the mid-morning break. Nothing had happened in the way of any punishments, far from it in fact, as Nathan had received praise from the Maths teacher for solving a difficult problem.

After the mid-morning break they had a very enjoyable double Science lesson that took them up to lunchtime.

The three boys sat together in the school canteen and ate their sandwiches, keeping their eyes peeled for anything unusual that might indicate something was about to happen, but nothing did. Lunchtime came to an end and they went back to their classroom for afternoon registration, and then to their Geography class. The bell sounded for the end of their 5^th period and they left the classroom to head off to their final lesson of the day, PE.

“Oh my God!” Tom suddenly exclaimed; “that’s it.”

“What?” said Connor, looking bemused.

“Don’t you see,” said Tom, “It must be the PE lesson that we are going to be punished in, as that is the only lesson that we have left, and Mr Trimble said it would happen sometime today.”

Connor and Nathan looked at their friend, and then at each other. “Maybe you have something there,” said Connor with a worried expression on his face. “C’mon, let’s continue up to the sports block and see what happens, but keep your eyes peeled, we don’t want to get caught out.”

The boys arrived at the sports block and entered as usual through the main door. The girls’ changing rooms were off to the right and the boys’ were straight ahead. They continued towards their changing rooms and were about to go through the door when they heard Mr Farrell, the boys’ PE teacher call out to them; “Maynard, Adams, Robinson, stop where you are please.” They did as they were told and turned around to face their teacher.

“Good afternoon boys,” Mr Farrell said, “As a result of what happened yesterday you are to go and wait at the entrance to the sports block where Miss Goodwin will be along to speak to you shortly.”

The boys looked at their PE teacher with some surprise and then headed back the way they had just come towards the entrance of the sports block. Just as they got there Miss Goodwin appeared from the girls changing rooms;

“Ah, hello boys,” she said, “I was just coming out to find you.” The three boys stood and stared, not knowing what to do next. Miss Goodwin noticed their confusion; “Please just wait here and I will return shortly to explain what will happen.” With that she turned and went back into the girls’ changing rooms.

A few minutes later she re-appeared. “Okay boys, please come this way,” she said heading back into the changing rooms.

The boys didn’t move but simply gazed after her. “What, in there?” questioned Connor, “but that’s the girls’ changing rooms, we can’t go in there.”

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