Joey 2
By Red Rover
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Copyright 2014 by Red Rover, all rights reserved
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Joey
Goes to Camp, Chapter 2.
Setting:
Glenview Heights, a
middle class housing
development outside a small Midwestern city. Time – late 1960’s.
Characters:
The Worden Family - Mother Agatha
age 41 (divorced), Children:
Mary (14),
Joey, (13) and Cathy (12)
Glenview
Heights began as an ambitious project
created to provide housing for defense plant workers as the buildup for
World
War II began in 1939. It housed almost 600 families during the peak of
1944-5. After the
war, most of the plants closed and
workers moved away. In 1953, the development was purchased by a
foundation
operated by the Matron’s League, a group founded in the 1920’s to
preserve the
matriarchal family. Most of the homes were purchased by female heads of
household during the 1950’s. By 1965, there were almost no adult males
in the
Heights except for a few elderly people who had remained after
retirement from
the defense plants.
One
of the first actions by the League was to
clear 50 acres of wartime apartments from the center of the tract and
construct
the Hippolyta Academy, often called “Hippo Tech” by derisive students
in the
city. The fact that
the first Dean of
the school had been an overweight woman with large buck teeth had not
helped
the image of the school. The Academy admitted boys from grades 1-8 and
girls
from grades 1-12. Most of the children were from the Heights families,
but some
girls from the city were admitted on an as-available basis. Most boys
left the
Academy after the 6th grade to attend junior and senior high schools in
the
nearby city. In the
spring of 1966, the
7th grade contained six boys and 31 girls. The 8th
grade had three boys and 35
girls and the 9th grade had only one boy, who
was physically
disabled. There were no boys in grades 10-12.
Hippolyta
Academy was noted for two things; high
levels of academic standards and a firm dedication to the principle
that the
female should be the head of the household. Almost all the women
heading
families in the Heights were single, divorced or widowed. The entire
Academy
staff was female, even to the maintenance personnel. Discipline,
for boys, was strict and behavior
standards were high. The slightest deviation from the rules could
result in a
bare-bottom spanking or worse. Spankings were conducted on the spot and
in the
presence of whoever happened to be there at that time. In fact, school
officials encouraged a maximum number of female witnesses of all ages
at a
boy’s spanking. Girls were never spanked In school and very rarely at
home. The
most punishment a girl could expect was a detention or a note home.
The
Worden family lived only two blocks from the
school, so Joey was able to get there only a few minutes late after
getting
dressed following his spanking. But even a minute late was a punishable
offense
for a boy. Joey was in grade 7A along with his step-sister Cathy, two
other
boys and fifteen other girls. Mary was in Grade 9B, with 17 other
girls. Joey
hoped to sneak in and get to his seat without being noticed, but that
was not
to be.
The
teacher, Miss Simmons, was a tall, athletic
woman in her mid-thirties. She was popular with the girls and dreaded
by the
boys – for good reason. After
the
morning prayer and Pledge of Allegiance, she addressed the boy
directly, “Joey,
you seem to be squirming around in your seat quite a bit and you were
three
minutes late to class. Are those two facts related?”
Joey
blushed and stammered. “Yes, ma’am, I’m
sorry I was late, but I was delayed at home.”
Cathy
giggled. “What he means is that he got a
major spanking at home this morning. I
know, because I helped with it!”
“Well,
that doesn’t come as a surprise, Joey. You
are a very naughty little boy and I am sure you deserved it,” the
teacher
responded. “But you
are still
responsible for being late and that is a punishable offense. Come up to the front of the
class, young man.”
Reluctantly,
Joey made his way to the front of
the room and stood in front of the teacher’s desk, looking apprehensive.
Miss
Simmons came around the desk and stood next
to him. “So you received a major spanking this morning, did you?”
Joey
blushed and several girls tittered. “Yes,
Ma’am.”
“Well
then you may not need another just now,”
Simmons responded. “But we’d better check the damage to be sure. Drop
your
pants and bend over my desk.”
With
tears in his eyes, Joey complied, dropping
his trousers to his ankles and bending over the teacher’s desk. More
titters
from his classmates. Miss Simmons slipped her fingers under the
waistband of
his briefs and lowered them to his knees. Joey’s
chubby bottom came into full view and
there were murmurs from the class as his very red bottom cheeks,
covered with
small bruises, came into view.
Miss
Simmons smiled. “Now
that looks like a very well spanked
bottom. Most appropriate for a naughty little boy like you. And you
helped with
this, did you, Cathy?”
Cathy
giggled. “Yes, ma’am. And Mary did, too.”
“Excellent
work,” The teacher beamed. “You two
are obviously growing into strong young women. Now come on up and help
me get
this little boy properly prepared.”
Cathy
came forward eagerly and stood beside her
humiliated brother.
“First
of all, let’s get his shoes off and then
his pants and underpants, there’s a good girl.”
It
was tradition at the Academy that a boy who
had been spanked would lose his pants, and sometimes his underpants,
for the
rest of the school day. Though he had been expecting this, Joey
couldn’t help
blushing and moaning a bit as he was bared from the waist down. Miss
Simmons,
patted his bottom gently a few times.
“Now,
Joey, you are such a sensitive little
baby, aren’t you? Nobody has hurt you and these young women have all
seen
little boys’ bare bottoms before. Boys have no need for false modesty,
you
certainly have nothing worth covering up down there now, do you? Now
stand up,
turn around and face the class, little boy.”
Joey
stood up and slowly turned around to face
the giggling girls. His hands went reflexively to cover his penis and
testicles. Miss
Simmons gave him a sharp
slap across his already sore bottom, which made him yelp. “We will have
none of
that, young man,” she snapped. “You are not allowed to touch your
little boy
parts at any time except when you are peeing. Now put your hands on
your head
and don’t move them unless you want another paddling.”
She
turned to Cathy who was smirking. “I think
we’d better have his shirt off as well, it covers too much of his
bottom in the
back.”
Cathy
carefully unbuttoned the trembling boy’s
shirt and pulled it over his head. This left Joey with nothing but a
rather
thin undershirt which barely reached to his waist.
“Very
good, Cathy,” the teacher said. “Now
gather up his clothing, except for his shoes and fold them neatly. You
might as
well put them in your locker during the next break, he won’t be needing
them
the rest of the day.”
Miss
Simmons ran her long fingers slowly over
Joey’s trembling bottom. He winced as she pressed on the sorest spots
but said
nothing. “Well, I think we are going to have to take a closer look to
check the
damage. Climb up
onto my desk, Joey and
get on your hands and knees with your head to the blackboard and your
bottom
facing the class.”
Joey
complied, with an assist from Cathy. Now
his bottom was clearly visible to every girl in the class. But it was
about to
get worse.
“Cathy,
go around the desk and hold your little
brother’s shoulders,” the smiling teacher directed. Janet Simmons loved
to look
at little boys’ bare bottoms, especially when they were spanked to a
rosy glow,
as Joey’s was now.
“Susan
and Betty, come on up and help,” Janet
directed. As the girls complied, she placed them on either side of the
bare-bottomed boy. “Now Joey, put your head down on the desk and lift
your hips
up so the class can get a good view of your naughty little bottom. Good. Now spread your legs
as far apart as you
can. Susan and Betty, help move his legs apart.”
Joey
turned even redder. He had had a “thing”
for Susan for the past two years and would have done anything to
impress her. Now
she was not only observing his humiliation, but was actively
participating in
it. All of his romantic fantasies evaporated. No self-respecting girl
would
have anything to do with a boy she had seen degraded in this manner.
His love
life was over before it had even begun.
Janet
made a close inspection of his exposed
privates. “Well, aside from the bruises and some surface irritation,
there
doesn’t seem to be too much damage, although there are a couple spots I
am not
sure about and your testicles seem to be a bit swollen. I think we need
to have
the nurse take a look at you And
now
that I look closely, it doesn’t seem as though you are doing a very
good job of
cleaning yourself down there. We’ll have to do something about that,
too.”
Janet
walked over and punched the “2” and “C” on
the intercom. This
connected her to
Helen Cramer, the teacher of section “C” of the second grade.
“Helen,
this is Janet in 7A. Do you still have
those packages of baby wipes in your cabinet?”
“Sure,
Janet. Do you need some?” Came the voice
out of the intercom.
“I’m
afraid so, Helen,” Janet replied. “I have a
boy here who is not good at cleaning his bottom and I need to
demonstrate the
technique to the girls in the class.”
There
was a giggle from the intercom. “I’ll bet
it’s that little rascal, Joey Worden,” Helen replied. “I’ll
send one of the girls up with a packet
of wipes.”
“Wonderful,”
Joey thought. “Now a bunch of
second graders know I can’t wipe my own ass. And some seven year old is
coming
up to look at my private parts. Maybe the school will be hit by a
meteor and
we’ll all be killed. At least I’d be out of my misery.”
Miss
Simmons punched the intercom again and a girlish
voice answered, “Nurse’s station, Becky here.”
“Is
Nurse Patrick available, Becky?” Janet
asked. “This is Miss Simmons in 7A.”
“She’s
patching up a third grader who scraped
her knee on the stairs,” the girl replied. But she’s almost done.”
“Good,
ask her to come up to 7A when she’s
finished with the girl. I have a boy here who got a hard spanking at
home this
morning and I would like her to check him out.”
“Sure
thing, Miss Simmons,” Becky replied. “We’ll
be there in five minutes or so.”
Joey
groaned. Two more people to observe his
degradation. And Becky was an 11th grader who
lived just across the
street from him. Now the whole neighborhood would hear about it. “Come on, meteor,” he
thought.
End
of Chapter 2
(The End)