Taught a Lesson

Taught a Lesson 5 & 6

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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 5

Although Kirsten had mentioned to her friends about the possibility of a sleepover at the weekend, it wasn’t until Wednesday morning at breakfast that her mother confirmed that it could go ahead.

“Kirsten,” said her mother as she appeared at the breakfast table; “about this sleepover.”

Kirsten looked at her mother expectantly.

“I have had confirmation that I need to attend a meeting in Bristol on Friday, so I won’t be home until early evening, however I am confident that I can trust you to behave yourselves for a couple of hours until I get home. I should be back by around 6.30pm. If you betray that trust then it will severely impact on anything you may want to do in the future. Is that clear?”

“Yes, mum,” beamed Kirsten, “don’t worry you can trust us to behave. Thank you very much.”

Kristen quickly ate her breakfast, and couldn’t wait to get to school so that she could tell her friends.

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Friday afternoon was here before they knew it and Kirsten and her three friends arrived at her house after school full of excitement at what lay ahead of them. Angela and Karen were both 13 years-of-age and were in Kirsten’s class at school, whilst Laura was Karen’s sister and was a year older and in the same class as Connor. The girls all rushed upstairs to Kirsten’s bedroom and dropped their schoolbags off before heading for the kitchen where Kirsten poured them all some milk and found the packet of chocolate biscuits that her mother had left for them.

Kirsten’s younger sister Jemma had gone to her friend Lucy’s after school where she would be staying for tea until their mum collected her on the way back from her business trip.

The four girls were chattering away, laughing and giggling when they heard the front door open and slam.

“Is that you Connor,” Kirsten called out.

A few moments later Connor appeared at the kitchen door, he scowled when he saw the group of girls sitting there and turned away. He was not in the best of moods and had completely forgotten about Kirsten’s sleepover. That was all he needed he thought to himself, a load of silly giggly girls disturbing him.

“What’s up?” asked Kirsten, after her brother, “is there anything wrong?”

Connor ignored his sister’s questions and instead made his way upstairs to his bedroom. He threw his schoolbag down on the floor, took off his blazer and tie and kicked off his shoes before flopping down onto his bed. He lay there staring at the ceiling as he thought back to what had happened that afternoon; how could he have been such an idiot again. He knew full well that his mother was going to go nuts when she found out and he didn’t dare to think what would happen when his father discovered his latest misdemeanour. He was just glad that it was Friday and that he had the weekend ahead of him, hopefully by the time he got to school on Monday morning the dilemma he was in would not seem quite so serious.

Back in the kitchen the girls were chattering away to one another.

“Your brother didn’t look very happy,” said Angela.

“He’s probably got himself into some sort of trouble again,” replied Kirsten.

“Yes, like he did the other day,” stated Katie with a smile.

“Why, what happened?” asked Angela.

Laura then relayed what had happened with Connor and his two friends; how they had been caught spying on the girls changing rooms, were punished and made to do PE with the girls and how they had ended up having to strip and shower in front of the girls.

“Wow that sounds amazing,” said Angela; “I wish I’d been there.”

“That’s not all,” said Kirsten, as she went on to explain what had taken place later that evening after their mother had got home; and how she and Jemma had been allowed to spank their brother while he was naked and had also seen him with a boner.”

“Awesome,” said Laura, “It’s a pity we couldn’t have been there; I bet he was really embarrassed.”

“Not half,” replied Kirsten.

I would have loved to have watched,” sighed Angela.

“Well,” said Kirsten, I have an idea.

The three girls looked at Kirsten questioningly, and listened as she explained her proposal to them. After she had finished she sat back and smiled at her friends.

“So, what do you think?” she said.

“It’s a great idea,” declared Angela, “I say we go for it, do you agree?”

Katie and Laura nodded their agreement.

“Come on then,” said Kirsten, “let’s do it.”

The girls left the kitchen and headed back upstairs; as they passed Connor’s bedroom Kirsten noticed the door was slightly ajar and she could see her brother lying on his bed.

“Let’s get changed out of these uniforms,” she announced loudly, “then we can listen to some music, or go on the computer and relax.”

In his bedroom Connor was still feeling pretty annoyed with himself, but wasn’t quite as anxious as he had been. He heard the girls come upstairs, but wasn’t paying that much attention until he heard Kirsten say they were going to get changed. This immediately caused him to sit up and take notice. He heard the girls go into his sister’s bedroom and as they did so he slipped off his bed and went to look through the crack in his door. He could see Kirsten’s bedroom from his own and noticed that her door had not been fully closed after they had entered. He opened his own door and crept quietly along the landing. As he got closer he could hear the girls chatting away. His heart was beating faster and faster as he looked through the gap into the bedroom and saw to his great joy the four girls taking off their school uniforms.

This was the perfect payback he thought to himself after the way he had been humiliated the other evening. Now he had the ideal opportunity to see his sister and her friends stripping off as he watched. They would never know and it would go a long way to making up for Kirsten seeing him naked.

As he continued to gaze through the gap in the door his eyes focussed on Laura who had just dropped her skirt to the floor and was now unbuttoning her blouse. He stared transfixed as she undid the last button and took it off revealing her bra and the shape of two developing mounds which caused Connor to gawp even more intently, as she stood in just her underwear. He could also feel a stirring in his boxers and his cock starting to harden. He reached down inside his trousers with his right hand and grasped hold of his cock, playing with it as he continued to watch Laura reach behind her back and began to undo her bra.

So engrossed was he with what Laura was doing that he hadn’t noticed the other girls in the room had moved out of view. Unbeknown to him, this was all part of Kirsten’s plan and Laura had agreed to act as a decoy, revealing enough of her body to keep him interested whilst the rest of them moved towards the door. Just as Laura was about to give Connor an unobstructed view of her budding tits, Kirsten reached her bedroom door and flung it open.

Part 6

This caught Connor completely by surprise. He stood frozen to the spot as Kirsten yelled at him;

“Connor, what the hell do you think you are doing?”

“I – I – I ...” stammered Connor looking stunned and going bright red with embarrassment.

“You just wait until Mum gets in, you are really going to be for it,” shouted Kirsten.

Connor quickly regained the use of his legs, turned and raced back to his own bedroom, the door slamming shut behind him.

“Wow,” squealed Angela, “did you see the look on his face; you absolutely scared the shit out of him.”

Kirsten smiled; “well done everyone, that worked perfectly, now all we have to do is tell my Mum what happened when she gets home and my brother is going to be mincemeat.”

Back in his bedroom Connor was sitting on his bed, white as a sheet, shaking like a leaf. He was in real trouble this time and he knew it. Today was rapidly becoming a nightmare for him and once his mother got home and found out what he had done then it was going to get even worse. He wasn’t sure whether it was actually possible for anything to become worse than a nightmare, but if it was then he would certainly know about it. He then thought back to what had taken place that afternoon and let out a groan of dismay; “Oh God,” he thought to himself, “My life is over.”

For the next hour or so the Maynard household had an air of calm about it, and anyone visiting would have no idea about the turmoil that was building inside.

Just after 6 o’clock the phone rang and Kirsten rushed downstairs to answer it; “Oh hello Mum,” she said, “yes, everything’s fine, well sort of ... um I’ll tell you about it when you get home ... no, you’re not going to be happy, but I don’t really want to talk about it on the phone ... yes he is ... er, well that’s sort of the problem ... okay, yes that sounds great ... see you in half an hour.”

She dashed back upstairs to her room; “that was my Mum on the phone, she’s just picking Jemma up from Lucy’s and is going to stop off and pick up a Chinese for us all on the way home and will be back around 7ish. I’m just going to lay the table. I’ve mentioned that there has been a bit of a problem but I haven’t told her exactly what has happened; I thought I would wait until we have eaten and then we can all talk to her.”

Angela, Katie and Laura all nodded in agreement.

“I haven’t had a Chinese for ages,” said Angela, “I can’t wait for your Mum to get back.”

“We’ll all come and give you a hand laying the table,” said Katie, as everyone got up from their seats and trooped downstairs.

At around 6.50pm there was the sound of a key in the door and Janet Maynard arrived home with Jemma who excitedly ran indoors to say hello to Kirsten and her friends.

Kirsten had put some plates in the oven to warm and so as soon as her Mum arrived home she put them out on the table, unpacked the Chinese and got everything ready for them to eat. She loved using chopsticks and had mastered their use very well, as had her friends. Her mother wasn’t that keen on them though and preferred a knife and fork, as did Connor who once said if he had been born a Chinese boy he would have starved to death by now if he’d had to use chopsticks to eat his food.

Kirsten and her friends sat down at the table and waited for her mother and brother to join them.

“Have you called Connor?” her mother asked.

“No,” replied Kirsten a little frostily.

Janet looked at her daughter and frowned; there was clearly an issue here and she suspected that the problem was more than likely to be Connor.

“Okay, I’ll call him,” she said, “then once we have eaten perhaps you would like to enlighten me as to exactly what is going on.”

She stepped into the hallway and shouted up the stairs; “Connor, tea is ready.”

A few moments later Connor appeared looking rather sheepishly and sat down at the meal table. He helped himself to some food; Sweet and sour pork, Beef chow mein, special fried rice and stir fried mixed vegetables and eat silently, trying to avoid looking at Kirsten or any of her friends. When he had finished eating he asked to be excused and headed back upstairs to his bedroom.

Throughout the meal there was an atmosphere that you could quite literally cut with a knife. Once Connor had left the table Mrs Maynard glanced at Kirsten and said; “Okay, clearly something’s happened, so would you like to fill me in on exactly what.”

Kirsten looked at the other girls and then told her mother the full details on what had gone on earlier. At the end of which her mother gave a deep sigh and turning to her daughter’s friends she apologised for the behaviour of her son and promised them that justice would prevail before the evening was out. She suggested that they all go through to the lounge, then she too got up from the table, once again stepping into the hallway, this time yelling up the stairs; “Connor James Maynard, come down here this instant.” She then returned to the kitchen table, sat down and waited.

Up in his bedroom Connor had been anticipating being summonsed, and a few moments later he re-appeared looking more than a little worried. When he saw the look on his mother’s face however he was no longer worried, but was instead absolutely terrified.

“Well Connor, to say I am disappointed with your behaviour this afternoon would be an understatement,” she said. “How dare you spy on your sister and her friends whilst they were getting undressed, what sort of depraved individual are you? There was the incident the other day with you looking into the girls’ changing rooms, and now this. You should be ashamed of yourself. I don’t know what your father is going to say when he’s told, he will probably hit the roof and ground you for ever.”

Connor stood in front of his mother, his head slightly bowed and his face going redder and redder as he was given one of the longest telling’s off of his life.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” his mother growled.

Connor looked up; “I’m really sorry mum,” he said.

“Sorry? You’ll discover what being sorry is once I’ve finished with you,” she shouted. “Now you are to go through to the lounge and you are to apologise to Kirsten and her friends for your appalling behaviour earlier. Then I am afraid there is only one suitable punishment available for what you have done, and I think you know what that is. I thought you would have learned your lesson after the last time, but evidently not.”

Mrs Maynard got up from the chair and followed Connor along to the lounge where Kirsten, Angela, Laura, Katie and Jemma were all chatting away to each other, but stopped as soon as Connor and his mother entered.

“Connor has something to say to you,” she said.

Connor stood in the centre of the lounge, his face still bright red and stared at the girls; “I – I’m sorry for spying on you,” he stammered; “it was wrong and I apologise.”

The girls didn’t say anything, but just sat looking at Connor. Kirsten was hoping that there was going to be more to her brother’s punishment than him just having to say sorry, and she was overjoyed with what her mother announced next.

“Connor’s behaviour towards you is completely unacceptable and so he is now going to be punished.”

Kirsten winked at her friends and smiled.

“Connor, you are going to receive a spanking,” said his mother. “Please remove your clothes.”

Connor gasped and stared at his mother in horror. “B – b – but you can’t do it here, not with all Kirsten’s friends watching.”

“You were quite happy to watch Kirsten’s friends taking their clothes off earlier, so now the shoe is on the other foot,” replied his mother. “Kirsten’s friends are not only going to watch you receive a spanking, but are going to help deliver it. Now take your clothes off before I really lose my patience with you.”

The way his mother spoke left Connor under no illusion as to how angry she was and so quickly took off his shirt, and pulled down his trousers. This left him standing in just his socks and boxer shorts. He looked around the room at the faces of the girls who were excitedly staring back at him. He then hooked his thumbs inside his boxers and dropped them to the floor, before stepping out of them, his hands in front of him covering up his cock and balls.

“Connor!” shouted his mother, “uncover yourself immediately and put your hands on your head.”

Connor did as he was told and removed his hands from the area of his groin, as he did so the eyes of five young girls gazed at him, totally absorbed at the sight of his naked cock. This was the second time he had found himself in this unfortunate situation, only last time it was just Kirsten and Jemma who were present. Now three of his sister’s friends were also seeing him naked; including Laura, who was in his class at school. This was the ultimate humiliation; once Laura had told the rest of her classmates his life was going to be hell.

“Now then young man,” said his mother, “please bend over. You are to receive six smacks on your backside from each of the girls who you were spying on earlier. Jemma will not take part in this punishment as she was not present when the incident occurred. Now who is going to go first?”

“I think Laura should,” said Kirsten, “after all it was her that Connor was looking at when we caught him.”

“Okay,” said Mrs Maynard. “Laura please step forward and administer six smacks to Connor’s bottom.”

Laura couldn’t quite believe what she was being asked to do, but none-the-less stepped forward, very excited and began Connor’s punishment.

“Smack!, Smack! Smack!”

“Ow! Ouch!” yelled Connor, as the first few slaps were applied to his naked arse.

Laura took no notice of Connor’s yelps of pain and continued; “Smack!, Smack! Smack!”

Katie was next, and gave Connor six hard slaps which caused him to grit his teeth and grimace. She was followed by Angela, who made sure she slapped his arse as hard as she could, which again produced howls of pain and discomfort. After 18 slaps Connor’s backside was red and throbbing. Finally it was the turn of Kirsten.

“Can Connor bend over my knees?” she asked her mother.

“If that’s the way you want to apply his punishment then that will be fine,” her mother replied. “Connor go and bend over Kirsten’s knees,” she instructed. Connor reluctantly did as he was told.

Kirsten smiled as she stared at her older brother lying naked across her lap. She lifted up her right hand and; “Smack!”

“Ow!” yelled Connor.

“Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!”

After each slap Kirsten inflicted on her brother, Connor grimaced or yelped with pain, until finally it was over. As he lifted himself off his sister’s lap a mortified look appeared on his face. As with his previous punishment he had become involuntarily aroused and he was now sporting a boner which stood up straight and proud in front of him.

“Oooh” cooed Katie pointing it out for everyone to see, “look.”

Connor stood there, his face scarlet as his two sisters and the other girls giggled at his embarrassing predicament. Even his mother couldn’t help but smile.

“Perhaps now that you have found out what it is like to be humiliated and embarrassed your behaviour will change” she said.

Connor stared at his mother in silence, his face glowing.

“I think Connor, said his mother; “you could do with an early night. Please go up to your room and think about what has happened this evening. I hope that you might gain some benefits from the punishment you have just received, although somehow I have my doubts, maybe you would like to prove me wrong.”

Connor headed off to his room, his cock waggling around in front of him.

“I think we’ll also go to bed,” said Kirsten, “we’re all quite tired after all that exertion.”

“Very well dear,” said her mother, “Goodnight.”

The five girls headed upstairs; Jemma went into her room and closed the door behind her wishing her sister and her friends’ goodnight. Kirsten and the other girls all went to her room and also shut the door tight. As soon as the door was closed they squealed with elation and delight; Kirsten’s plan to set up her brother had worked perfectly and all of the girls had enjoyed every minute of Connor’s humiliation.

Meanwhile back in Connor’s room he was lying in bed; his cock having now softened. He couldn’t believe what had happened. For the second time he had ended up looking a complete fool; naked and hard in front of his sisters, mother and now his sister’s friends. Why was he so gullible? He was certainly never going to live this latest incident down and he had to wait until Monday to find out what Laura would say to the rest of her friends in his class. As he lay there another thought struck him; there was still the event at school from earlier that day to resolve as well, which was without doubt going to cause him even more grief. His mother was certainly not going to be happy when she found out what he had been up to. He turned onto his side; “Shit!” he thought, as he shut his eyes and after what seemed an eternity, drifted off to sleep.

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