Punishment School Chapter 6
by The Pro from Dover
bigtx1n@hotmail.com

copyright 1997 by The Pro from Dover, all rights reserved

"The following is a work of erotic fiction and does not
represent, in any way, any actual events.  Furthermore, the
author would not condone or participate in any such activity
in actuality."
     

The more I tried to slow down the passage of time for myself,
the faster it seemed to flash by. Until it seemed like only an
instant of respite before I was standing outside the closed
door to my home room that next Monday morning. The next
terrible step in the Progression waiting for me inside. I
thought of running away but didn't know to where. I did know
I wouldn't get far and that I'd suffer much worse for having
done it. So my hand took hold of the doorknob.

Mrs. Armbruster and the class were waiting like before as I
entered. Teacher's desk was completely bare except for the
long, wide, thin black paddle. Before Mrs. Armbruster had a
chance to tell me, I went straight to my corner. Put me nose
on the wall.

"Your learning, boy," she commented. "Good. Today, class, our
naughty boy receives step three in his Progressive Punishment.
Which is to be stripped completely naked by two of you girls,
then receive a spanking over my knee and paddling while laying
face down on my desk."

I heard the giggles of all the girls and snickers of the boys.
More stabs of humiliation in my back.

"Get out of that corner," she ordered. "And stand up here
facing the class."

I turned around and went to exactly the point on the floor she
pointed to. Kept from looking my classmates in the eye by
staring at a point high on the far wall. Waited for my
suffering to commence.

"I've already drawn the names of the two girls who get the
privilege of stripping this boy to complete nakedness," Mrs.
Armbruster informed everyone, producing two pieces of paper
from her skirt pocket. "Rosalind and Jill."

I winced as the two girls squealed with embarrassed delight at
being chosen. Jill was a plain, plump girl with glasses but
Rosalind, who was called 'Roz' by everyone, was the class
beauty. I had developed a crush on her the first day of class
and it was going to make all this even worse for having her
participate in stripping me of my clothes.

Roz and Jill came up to the front of the class and stood on
either side of me, showing no sympathy for my plight, they
played it up to the rest of the class.

"That's enough of that, young ladies, "Mrs. Armbruster warned,
"this is serious business and if you don't remember that you
both may find yourselves in for some punishment. Understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Armbruster," they quickly replied, straightening up 
their act immediately.

"Begin stripping him," Mrs. Armbruster ordered.

"Allright, naughty boy," Roz said solemnly, taking the lead, 
"remove your shoes first."

Standing on one leg at a time I removed both my shoes and
handed them to Jill. Who put them aside neatly.

"Now your socks," Roz continued.

I took them off and handed them to Jill. Then, to my ever
deepening shame, Roz came over in front of me and undid my
belt. Then the waist button on my pants. Followed by the
zipper. All the way down. Then my classmate, this girl I had
a crush on, puled my pants down. All the way to my ankles.

"Step out," she ordered.

And I did. She took my pants away and handed them to Jill. So
I stood in my bare feet, facing the class, my uniform shirt
looking like a nightshirt above my naked legs. Then it was
Jill's turn. She began unbuttoning my shirt. Working hard to
keep from giggling with pleasure, she undid the last button.
Went around behind me and slipped the shirt off my shoulders.
Pulled it down and off my arms. Handed it off to Roz.

Now I stood in front of the class wearing nothing but my
underwear. The humiliation was intense but not as intense as
it was going to become. As Roz went around behind me. Put her
fingers inside the band of my underwear, the touch of her skin
on mine making me feel so horrible, and pulled my shorts
straight down to my ankles.

"Step out," she ordered again.

I did and away went my underwear to Jill's waiting hands.
Leaving me standing completely naked in front of the entire
class. My penis completely exposed to the view of everyone. I
quivered with embarrassment, wishing I could hide, wanting to
cover my face but not daring to move. Somehow I managed to
hold back the tears. Mrs. Armbruster let me stand there for
what seemed an eternity before she brought her chair around in
front of the desk. Sat down. Arranged her skirt.

"Get over my knee." she commanded.

I walked over to stand beside her, giving the class a full
side view of my naked penis. I put myself across her knee,
almost thankful to be there because it hid my manhood from
view. Almost. Because as soon as her hand started blistering
my back-side, harder than she had spanked me before, all I
wanted was this pain to stop. But it didn't. Not for a full
ten minutes of fast, savage spanking. The class watched in
silent satisfaction as my ass turned redder and redder and I
squirmed and yelped. Finally she finished. I drooped across
her knees, trying to catch my breath.

"Up on your feet, boy." she ordered. "No resting your
blistered bottom."She pulled my up by the hair and I got my
feet under me. Too concerned for my throbbing, burning butt to
worry this time about my penis being exposed again. But that
didn't last long.

"Lay yourself face down on my desk," Mrs. Armbruster ordered.

And I complied. The humiliation rushing back over me as I
walked, completely naked, across the classroom and over to the
side of her desk near the door. Then, with every eye riveted
on me, I climbed up on the teacher's desk. Laid myself full
out on the cold, hard wood. So that all my classmates watched
my penis go flat against my belly as I dropped down on the
desk. I put my forehead down on the wood and my arms above my
head, gripping the edges of the desk with my hands.

"Legs spread." she barked.

And I did it. So that I just laid there, stretched out prone
on top of the teacher's desk in front of all my classmates
while totally naked. Mrs. Armbruster picked up the paddle and
showed it to the class. Their massed gasp made me wince with
the thought of it being used on my burning butt. She walked
between the desk and the students and came around the far side
of the desk. She wanted to make sure all my classmates saw
every stroke of the paddle hit my naked butt cheeks.

"How many strokes did you receive with this paddle from
Sister?" she asked.

"Twenty." I replied, not lifting my head.

"Twenty it will be now." she announced. She readied her aim by
placing the paddle right on the center of my butt, fully
across both cheeks. I tensed, feeling the plastic, readying
for what was coming. She took the paddle away. Out of the
corner of my eye I glimpsed her raising it above her head. My
grip on the desk edge tightened.

SLAP!!!! The first paddle stroke landed. Harder than Sister's 
strokes. Pushing my body against the wood. Making me cry out.
Giving the class an eyeful. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The paddle assaulted my raw butt. I
cried out with each stroke. She left no part of my cheeks
untouched, so that the class could see the broad welts forming
up everywhere. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Five more landed.
Each one harder the one before and all five harder that the
first ten. I was wailed with the pain, hurting too much to
care about the humiliation. Mrs. Armbruster paused a second.
Then SLAP!!! the fifteenth stroke landed with even more force.
The sixteenth. SLAP!!! In the same exact spot as the last.
More pain. SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! All in the same place,
turning that part of my butt into nothing but raw nerves.
SLAP!!!!! Last one. Same place. I screeched with the terrible
pain.

The tension in my limbs eased slowly until I laid there limp
and wet. My naked ass a red, welted mess. Ofcourse, Mrs.
Armbruster just let me lie there, feeling the silence of my
classmates stares.

"On your feet, boy."

I crawled off the desk top. Stood in front of the desk, arms
at my side. Snickers and giggles from the class made me
realize, to my even greater horror, that my penis had grown
with the stimulation of being rubbed against the table. Shame
dragged my head down.

"There's proof that this boy needs this cleansing punishment."
she informed the class. "And that he is not cleansed yet. Get
yourself dressed, boy."

I went over to where my clothes were piled. Dressed as quickly
as I could. I found the humiliation of having to dress myself
in front of the class almost as bad as being undressed.
Almost. I stood there fully dressed again, working not to
squirm as the fabric of my underwear and pants rubbed against
my raw behind.

"Out into the hall, boy," she barked, "and wait for 
Sister."

The wait wasn't long. And for the third time in this agonizing 
cycle I found myself standing in front of Sister Donald Marie
in the SPR. Expertly, she just stared at me for more than a
minute, letting my apprehension rise to level that was nearly
a punishment in itself.

"So Mrs. Armbruster says you're learning something. Says you
went right into the corner without being told and took your
punishments without begging. I'm glad to hear it. And because
of it I won't add any extra whippings to this part of the
progression."

"Thank you, Sister." I said quickly, knowing she wanted her
generosity acknowledged.

"Because the punishment you are about to receive is severe
enough in itself. Do you know what it is?"

Ofcourse I did. The words on that proclamation still tacked to
the wall of the main hallway were burned into my memory for
all time.

"My penis is to be punished by my masturbating myself in front
of you."

"Correct. So let's get on with it. Strip."

I did. Until once more I was naked before her. And once more
humiliated."Because of your learning to behave properly, you
will suffer this punishment as others have before you and not
have any severity added to it. Put yourself face forward into
that corner."

I followed her pointing finger to the corner formed by the
wall that carried the strapping bar. Put my nose into it.
Waited for her next order."Spread your legs two feet apart.
Brace yourself with your left hand. Take your penis in your
right hand. Masturbate yourself until you ejaculate.

Keeping my mind focused on nothing but survival, I positioned
my feet, took hold of my penis with the fingers of my right
hand, then began to masturbate. Ofcourse I had jacked-off
before, what adolescent boy hadn't, but the humiliating
picture I was presenting - naked in the corner of a cold,
official room with a grown woman watching me - made me work my
penis slow and haltingly.

"Work it much harder than that, boy, or I'll bring out the
hairbrush and strap and we'll start all over!"

This threat cut through the humiliation like wind on a cold
day and I took a firm hold on my young manhood and begin to
masturbate with a ferver. Like I'd done when I was alone. I
closed my eyes tight against the tears of shame, trying as
best I could to close out the mental picture of what I looked
like doing it. But as the feelings grew stronger, and the
climax nearer, the pictures wouldn't stay out of my mind. I
sobbed with the mortification of it all but didn't slow my
right hand from working my penis. On and on it went. Pleasure
and the pain of humiliation mixing cruelly, my soft, sobbing
cries rising as the inevitable climax did deep down in my
scrotum and rectum. And rise and rise and rise until...

I ejaculated. And the humiliated cries were forced away by the
instinctive, uncontrollable moans of pleasure as the sperm
squirted out. Onto the wall. The floor. The pleasure feelings
made me forget for brief moments the horrible position I was
in. Very brief. As soon I was feeling nothing but the worse
humiliation yet at having to masturbate myself in front of
grown woman. Because I dared not stop working my penis until
Sister ordered my to. Even after it had gone leaky and limp
and the void from the pleasure gone left me feeling utterly
ridiculous.

"That's enough, boy." Sister finally ordered. "Step away from
the wall and redress yourself." I did, as quickly as I dared.
"Now, use this rag and cleaning solution to clean up your mess
there and then return to your home room."

"Yes, Sister." I answered snappily as I took the rag and spray
bottle of liquid and began clean up my semen. Sister then went
out the door and left me alone with the memory of what had
happened and thoughts of what more was to come.