Matthew Gets Punished

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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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Summary- A new approach to behaviour management is being trialled, and Marcia has the honour of trying the new approach on a thirteen year old boy. For the boy, a tormenting ordeal is on the cards.

Matthew gets punished
Marcia Johnson almost skipped out of school when she was given the news yesterday. Fairview Academy had a fierce reputation for maintaining high standards of both behaviour and education and pupils were very aware of the consequences of allowing those standards to slip. Three months ago, Mrs Hitchens, the principal, and Mrs Dane, the head of the behavioural unit, devised a plan which would take the pressure off the staff and award the best of the senior pupils at the same time.

Three girls were chosen- it had to be girls- to administer physical sanctions to the younger year groups. The three girls were Marcia, Helena and Lucie. All three had been chosen due to their own superb level of behaviour and academic attainment and they were all given a short induction. The scheme meant that they would undertake a booklet-based training course in the physical chastisement of children aged eleven to fourteen and then administer these punishments under supervision for a short period before being allowed to work independently. In an academy with just short of 2200 pupils, there would be reasonable opportunity for all three girls to punish two young people once a week and that played out to be the case. Of course, the girls would only be allowed to punish other girls in order to provide the levels of privacy and dignity that the boys required. Any punishment of boys was still going to be undertaken by Mr Harvie, the physical education lead.

The conversation that Mrs Dane had with Marcia yesterday was not one that she was ever expecting. Marcia had been the one of the three who had been identified as being the best at the entire punishment process. She had treated the girls with an appropriate level of dignity whilst ensuring the task was still done properly.

Marcia enjoyed the entire process of the punishments. The checking of the paperwork, the preparing of the room and the punishment itself. The training booklet was totally focussed on the chastisement of girls, which comprised of administering three strikes to the bare bottom with a wooden 18 inch ruler. It wasn’t a punishment intended to leave an injury, but it would certainly be painful at the time and most pupils would feel discomfort for a few days after. It was obviously a humiliating sanction, but one which had been proven to be good at reducing poor behaviour once it had been administered to a wayward pupil. The pupils always left the room with a red bottom and an equally red face! The chubby Mrs Dane herself still undertook the occasional punishment, but she personally had got a bit bored of seeing the backsides of girls!!

Mrs Dane decided to upscale things a little and allow Marcia the chance to use her skills on a male “customer”, and had identified one who was due to attend for punishment this week. There were many more boys than girls receiving punishments, so the idea of a female undertaking it was hoped to be a threat to the boys. The principal was on sick leave but had confirmed prior to then that it would be appropriate to select a boy up to the age of fourteen for this purpose. The principal herself would undoubtedly have wanted to be a witness but there would be plenty of opportunities for that in the months and years to come!

So, the day was here, and Marcia was all geared up ready for the event. The details given so far had been brief, so Mrs Dane filled in the seventeen year old with the rest.

“The pupil who will be coming is a thirteen year old boy, Matthew Somers. He is usually quite well-behaved but has been sent for sanction due to missing an important homework deadline. An expensive oversight for him!” Mrs Dane said, whilst obviously suppressing a smile. “The actual procedure is exactly the same as for girls, Marcia. Do you feel OK with it?”.

Marcia was eager to do this and nodded, then replied “Yes, miss. I am a bit nervous though!”.

“There is no need to be nervous. The boy will be nervous enough as it is. Just do what you normally do and try to forget about it being a boy. It’s about equality!” Mrs Dane replied very positively. “As usual, the punishment will be done on the bare bottom. With girls, the worst part for them is having their underwear pulled down, which we do, but it will be a lot worse for a boy. If you want to, you don’t have to insist he uncovers himself. It’s up to how you feel.”

Mrs Dane was selling this wonderfully to Marcia, who was very intrigued as to exactly what young boys of his age were like “down there”, but she just hoped he wouldn’t put up too much of a struggle otherwise the punishment wouldn’t be complete. Mrs Dane had already informed Marcia of the fact that she, herself, had never chastised a boy before so it would be a learning experience for both of them.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. In walked one of the secretarial ladies to inform Mrs Dane of the boy’s arrival. “Thank you!” she replied, and her and Marcia ventured outside to greet the pupil.

Sitting there was young Matthew. A handsome boy, with a slim build, short dark brown hair and matching brown eyes. He looked upset to be there. Mrs Dane ushered him into the room and gestured towards him to sit on the low cushioned chair. Marcia said absolutely nothing, but she was very aware of a warmness in between her legs and she couldn’t help but wonder if Mrs Dane shared that sensation!!

As both of them sat down in the chairs facing the boy, Mrs Dane spoke to him in a firm but friendly manner.

“Are you aware of why you have been sent here, Matthew?”

“Yes, miss. I didn’t hand in my geography homework on time”

“OK, Matthew. Most pupils know what a physical sanction entails, is there anything you want to ask before we do this?”

“You aren’t doing it are you, miss? I thought Mr Harvie would be doing it”

“No, Matthew. It will be me and Marcia doing it today”

“B-b-but.....”

The boy could hardly speak and his face turned crimson.

“Less of it, young man. It will be very dignified. As much as possible”

“But. Miss. I’m a boy!!”

“We are quite aware of that! We haven’t punished a boy in this way before, but I’m sure you have nothing that will surprise us. Now, less of this. I suggest you go behind the screen and prepare otherwise we shall just have to do this in your classroom!”

The boy was frozen in terror. In the history of the academy, no pupil had ever got out of a punishment no matter how horrific it was. He undoubtedly did not want to go through this ordeal at all- especially with these two females being there- but knew the threat of it being done in his classroom was very real.

The screen in the corner was an odd addition to the procedure. Pupils were allowed to undress behind there but then expected to be present in their underwear and then have their underwear removed. It seemed ridiculous that it was even there!

Marcia still hadn’t actually spoken. She just gazed at the boy and wondered what he would be like undressed. She didn’t have a little brother or any younger male cousins. She had been in relationships with boys before, but never on a level where she had seen one naked. Of course, she knew what being a boy meant physically, but had absolutely no experience of this kind of thing. In the past few months she had seen a fair few girls undressed for punishment and saw first-hand just how traumatic it was for them. This was very different though. Boys didn’t have the same bits down there at all. She had seen girls who were in various stages of development, but never a boy. Removing the knickers of a girl in order to punish them was totally different to potentially soon removing the underwear of a boy.

With very teary eyes and a crimson face, the boy stood up and walked over to the corner and behind the screen. Marcia looked at Mrs Dane and the two of them gently smiled at each other. Marcia actually felt embarrassed for the boy but her need to see him undressed was massive.

What underwear does he wear?

Has he started puberty?

What do his private parts look like?

She knew the top question would be answered but it was unlikely the next two would, because he would be too resistant. She knew she would end up settling for seeing his bottom (which was a MASSIVE deal!!) but she wasn’t lucky enough to see a boy fully in the nude.

The boy could be heard crying behind the screen as he prepared himself for the punishment. Marcia wondered to herself how she would feel in his position. It made her shudder and feel a great sense of empathy for him. Very much in the same way that she felt sorry for the girls who she had made expose their vulva and backside in order to be punished. It was very different though. She shared the same sex as the girls which made it a bit easier for them.

After the sound of Velcro (shoes!) being undone and clothes being removed, the time was ready for the boy to appear again. Mrs Dane was still in firm command of him as she instructed him to hurry up and present himself for his punishment.

Out he stepped.

Not a word was said when he came out from behind the screen in just the bare minimum of clothing. He was indeed a cute boy. The only covering on his pale skin was a pair of royal blue briefs. The rest of him- from head down to toes- was nude. He had his hands strategically positioned over the front of his briefs as he walked over to the chair. He was very tearful.

Marcia looked over to the desk and saw the wooden ruler was there, waiting for her. She had used it so many times of the bare backsides of girls in that room. That could wait however. She had something else to do first. She really hoped she would be able to see this boy in his entirety. The humiliation for him would teach him a lesson that he would never forget. The vision of it would be educating for Marcia, who still had that sensation, but stronger, in her own groin. She felt positively damp down there and was almost aching.

Mrs Dane was also very quiet now. She was taking in the view of this boy in just his underwear, with his petite feet standing on the light grey shag of the carpet. Marcia couldn’t help but notice that Mrs Dane had her eyes mainly on the briefs of this young boy and she probably was looking forward to those coming off just as much as Marcia was! They had this captive boy in the room who they were about to humiliate in some way, and also get something out of it themselves.

It was reasonably familiar territory for Marcia, as she guided the boy into position. She showed him exactly where she required him to be in a few moments, by turning him around to face the back of the chair. As she did so, her eyes- and those of Mrs Dane- were able to see the back of his briefs. They were not an overly tight fit, and the material gathered slightly were the cheeks of his bottom joined. He had a very slim bottom, very akin to most of the younger girls Marcia had punished. She was looking forward to seeing his bottom.

She took hold of his shoulders and guided him back round to face her again. His hands were still firmly planted at his front, which allowed him to maintain his privacy to an extent. Marcia wanted to end his privacy. She wanted to remove the rest of his clothing so she could see what was beneath. For his punishment and for her enjoyment.

Without hesitating, she lowered herself to her knees, so that her eyes were now at a level with his belly button. Every bit of him was of the same pale, hairless, appearance. Apart from his face- that was not pale!

His hands tightened their grip on each other and he was no doubt petrified of her intent. Marcia mustered up some words. Some that she had used before.

“I’m just going to remove your underwear now. Put your hands on your head”

The boy couldn’t do it. Every part of him rejected that call. “Nooooooo!” he cried, and gripped the top of his briefs tightly. This gave Marcia a new view of the very front of his underwear, and the small but distinct bulge his genitals formed.

It was normally at this point that the girls would comply and raise their hands to their heads- sobbing- while Marcia peeled their remaining item of clothing down, giving her an immaculate view of their mons, followed by their pudendum.

With her own privates now really tingling, Marcia was on the verge of seeing what this boy had- if only he would comply. Watching on was Mrs. Dane, acutely aware this boy was being too resistant. She barked at him to place his hands on his head.

He did so, and the crying went up a notch.

Marcia couldn’t believe this moment. She enjoyed removing the underwear of the girls from day one, because of the embarrassment it caused them and because it satisfied her curiosity as to what different girls had. This was a whole new thing though. She raised her hands to the waist level of this boy and slid the first two fingers of each hand into the sides of his briefs. It was very like the girls’ knicker elastic but this was no girl.

His belly was immaculately smooth and she wondered if he had any hair at all on his thirteen year old body. She looked up towards his face once more. He didn’t give her the eye contact she wanted but she spoke to him regardless.

“I’m just going to remove these now, Matthew”

The last time she said that he yelled in protest. This time the protest was quieter, because he was a defeated boy.

Marcia glanced again at the desk, knowing soon that the ruler on there would soon be used on his backside. That in itself was going to be delightful, but this was the highlight of the morning, the week, the lifetime!!

She gently started to peel down his briefs, feeling the hardness of his bony hips as she did so. More of his flat, smooth, belly came into view as the briefs went lower. No sign of any hair, fuzz, anything. Just skin.

She took her time with this and savoured it. She knew he just wanted the whole thing over and done with, so she made sure it was a bigger ordeal for him by exposing his pale skin one centimetre at a time. Chubby Mrs Dane was saying nothing, but just looking down at the ever-lowering briefs of this young boy, obviously in as much anticipation of seeing his private parts for the very first time.

As the briefs reached the level that was probably just above the base of his penis, the boy reached down with his hands and gripped them at the elastic. Mrs Dane sharply tapped his left hand with her finger, resulting in him lifting his bands back up to his head. His sobbing was extremely audible as Marcia started the final effort to remove his underwear. His lack of hair was now fully apparent as the briefs were in a position whereby they revealed his mons. With overpowering lust, Marcia pulled her sweaty hands downwards another eight inches, with the underpants of this boy in her tight grip, and his sex then came into full view. She released her grip, which caused his briefs to fall to the floor around his ankles and then tilted back slightly so she could take in the view before her. Mrs Dane probably made the same sharp intake of breath as Marcia, as both of them set sight on this child- a boy- before them. His penis, probably no longer than Marcia’s first finger, projected downwards to the floor. Although he was uncircumcised, the wrinkly end of his foreskin was slightly retracted back onto the end centimetre or so of his glans, which allowed for the intimate view of his urethral slit. Nested behind was a highly-positioned, wrinkled, scrotum, as hairless as the rest of him. She and Mrs Dane felt very privileged to be able to share this moment.

Marcia’s work at the front was done. Now, it was time to turn this boy around, position him over the padded chair, and see what delightful view his behind gave them so his punishment could continue.

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