UAABB Code of Conduct Part 4
 By Aldric
 
 Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
 
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 Part 4
 
 Mrs. Gates led Bobby and me down the hall without saying a
 word.  After the second turn however I started thinking I
 knew where we were going.  A few more steps and I was right,
 she had brought us to my homeroom.  She knocked once and
 opened the door to let us in.
 
 As soon as my classmates saw me there in my white cotton
 briefs the laughter started, but it quickly died away after
 a stern look from Mrs. Gates.  "Clark, tell your classmates
 why you are here?"
 
 I didn't exactly know why, but rather than gain any more
 punishment I tried to answer anyway.  "Because I'm too
 modest, I act out aggressively and this morning I threatened
 a hall monitor."
 
 "Do you really believe that you act aggressively because you
 are too modest Clark?"
 
 I didn't know what answer she wanted.  Obviously, the
 concept was a load of crap.  "Um, I'm starting to.  I'd like
 to see the research though."
 
 "Well, perhaps later I can share that with you.  Clark is
 here because he was given a few simple rules and could not
 follow them.  So he is going to get a second chance to see
 if he can get them right.  Step behind the desk Clark."
 
 Damn, she was going to do it again, this time in front of my
 homeroom.  I looked at the clock, but there was still ample
 time left in the period.
 
 "Bobby, you have the choice to have him lower his underpants
 to his knees, his ankles, or remove them completely.  Which
 do you chose?"
 
 Bobby, who was still shirtless, seemed a little less sure in
 a room of kids a year older than him.  "Uh, I guess just
 lower them to his ankles" he said, getting another round of
 snickers from the class.  Without waiting to be told, I
 pushed them down to my ankle.
 
 "Okay Clark, assume the correct position."  This time I had
 to shuffle a little more because I couldn't take a full step
 with the underpants around my ankles.  I also couldn't
 spread my legs as far, which made it a lot harder to keep my
 belly off the desk.
 
 "This time Bobby, choose between twenty five by hand or five
 with the hose."  I hoped he would go for the hose, but he
 chose his hand.  She gave him permission to start, and he
 smacked me half-heartedly, more like a play spank.
 
 When he was done, I had to turn and face him.  I again used
 him a shield from my classmate's eyes.  "Do you think that
 the spanking Bobby gave you was sufficient?"
 
 I didn't know how to answer it.  He obviously hadn't made
 any attempt to hit me hard, but I didn't know what would
 happen if I gave a wrong answer.  I decided to err
 cautiously.  "No, he barely touched me, it was nothing like
 last time."
 
 "I agree.  Bobby, you will repeat the correction.  If you do
 not do an acceptable job this time, you will join him in his
 misfortune.  You may do it yourself or call on another
 student to do it for you."
 
 I was thinking this over in my mind, and it looked like
 Bobby was considering the same thoughts as me.  If he gave
 it to another student, he put himself at that student's
 mercy.  If he did it himself, he was at my mercy.  Either
 way, he was now at risk of receiving a BBS himself.
 
 "Give me the hose" he said.  I resumed the position,
 expecting his worse, and I got it.  He held nothing back.
 Thank the gods it was only five strokes.
 
 Once again I faced him.  "Do you think that the spanking
 Bobby gave you was sufficient this time?" Mrs. Gates asked
 again.
 
 I decided to play this out just to see how the system really
 worked.  "No, it still wasn't adequate" I said.
 
 Bobby dropped the hose as his jaw dropped.  Mrs. Gates
 looked surprised too.  But she called my bluff.  "Okay then,
 move back to the board with your hands behind your head.  
 Bobby, please select someone from the class to complete both
 your assignment and your correction."
 
 "But Mrs. Gates, I did the best I could; he's doing it on
 purpose.  He knows I hit him as hard as I could, but . . ."
 
 She picked up the hose and cut him off.  "He said you didn't
 do a good job and I warned you what would happen.  If you
 don't choose someone right now, I'll make the choice."  I
 expected her to give me a chance to reconsider, but she
 wasn't going to do it even though she knew Bobby was right.
 
 Bobby appeared stunned, but quickly went to the smallest
 girl in the class and picked her.  Mrs. Gates told Bobby to
 remove his jeans and join me at the board.  As he walked
 back he whispered to me "You asshole, I tried to go easy on
 you and look what happened.  I'm going to get you back for
 this, I promise."
 
 He was already crying, and it was obvious he was really mad
 at me, and I didn't blame him.  Meanwhile, Mrs. Gates asked
 the girl who she wanted to do first.  She chose Bobby.
 
 "Do you want him to lower his underpants to his knees, his
 ankles, or remove them?"
 
 "Just his knees," she said.  Bobby knew the routine and
 followed it.  The girl chose the twenty five hand spanks,
 and really put some effort into it.  When she was done,
 Bobby had to rise and face her, and I could see that
 something else had risen too.  That made me remember that I
 was also mostly hard.  Bobby said she did a good job and was
 told he could pull his underpants back up.  Then Mrs. Gates
 even let him put his jeans back on.
 
 Then it was my turn.  She had me remove my underpants, so I
 took them off while she watched, folded them, and put them
 on the desk.
 
 "To ensure an adequate spanking is given, do you want to do
 fifty by hand, or twelve with the hose?" Mrs. Gates asked.
 I hadn't thought my action through and considered my fate
 after lying about Bobby.  Now I was about to pay for it.
 
 She chose the hose.  "He has been hit a lot with it today,
 so I will give you one to get the feel of it, and then you
 can give him two of the twelve.  Tomorrow you can give him
 the other ten."  Wait a minute I thought, that makes
 thirteen.  I decided not to complain.
 
 I took my position, my dick rubbing across the table.  Just
 before she started, Mrs. Gates said "Bobby has a lot of
 experience using the hose.  If you want him to come and show
 you his technique in using the hose, that would be alright."
 
 She accepted, and Bobby almost fell over in his rush to help
 her.  "Aim for right here" he touched me on the top of one
 cheek "and the hose will wrap around and hit inside his
 crack, where it really hurts.  Also, you can hit here where
 this welt is and sometimes it hits his, uh, front stuff."
 
 "Show her what you mean Bobby" Mrs. Gates said.  He quickly
 complied, the first one right on target and producing the
 desired effect.  The second one landed right on one of the
 welts from his earlier session and I nearly levitated off
 the desk.  There was a lot of laughter and comments from the
 class as I reacted.
 
 "Now you practice to see if you've got it before we start
 the real ones" Mrs. Gates said.
 
 The girl wasn't as eager to hurt me as Bobby was and she
 might not have had his strength, but she brought me off the
 desk with all three hits anyway.
 
 I was told to stand and face the class.  We will complete
 this tomorrow, Clark.  You will remain right where you are
 until the last student has left the class. At that time you
 may retrieve your underwear and proceed to your next class.
 Bobby, you may return to your homeroom now.
 
 During the three of four minutes till the bell rang, the
 class was silent.  Most of the students were busy staring at
 my dick as it poked up towards the ceiling.  With my hands
 behind my neck, there was nothing I could do but stand
 there.  Finally the bell rang and the kids slowly paraded
 past me.
 
 Other than the standard comments made to anyone fool enough
 to walk through a middle school in nothing but white cotton
 briefs, the next few hours were fine.  Lunch, however, was
 something I was dreading.  Mrs. Gates met me at the door to
 the cafeteria and told me I had six minutes to eat, and then
 the next phase of my adjustment would begin.
 
 I finished my sandwich in less than the six minutes and
 learned I should have eaten slower.  As soon as she saw I
 was done she stationed me in the hallway just outside the
 cafeteria doors and announced to everyone who could hear her
 that I was now community property and that if they didn't
 know what that meant that a hall monitor would be standing
 by to answer questions.  I looked behind me and saw that it
 was Bobby.
 
 "I hope you know the rules, because I am going to report
 each thing you do wrong.  Failing to follow the rules here
 can get you a lot more times to practice" he said to me.
 
 "Okay, so what are the rules?" I asked, but he wouldn't tell
 me.  "Come on, Bobby, I'm sorry, I didn't think about what I
 was doing.  What are the rules for community property?"  He
 stood there grinning, waiting to catch me making a mistake.
 
 At first, I was just something to stare at, the kids were
 unsure of what to do.  But it started with the group that
 had the curiosity, the sixth grade boys.  Once a few of them
 gathered around, the dares of where to touch me started, and
 it didn't take long for them to get me hard again.  Then one
 of them asked Bobby if they were allowed to pull my briefs
 down.
 
 Bobby signaled for the boy to come over to where he was and
 a short whispered conversation took place.  The boy came
 back as soon as they were done and said "Take your
 underpants off."
 
 Now I was stuck, since I hadn't read the rules I had no idea
 if I had to do what was said or not.  Or perhaps anything I
 volunteered to do was fine, as long as I agreed to do it.  I
 didn't know, and Bobby wasn't going to tell me.  But I
 didn't doubt that anything I did wrong would be reported
 back to Mrs. Gates and further humiliations would follow.  I
 took off the underpants.
 
 Then the requests started coming in.  "Wear your underpants
 on your head."
 
 "Jack off."
 
 "Sing the teapot song while you jack off."
 
 "Dance as you're singing the song."
 
 "Stick a finger up your butt."
 
 "Stick a carrot up your butt."  Finally on the last one
 Bobby stepped forward and told them no objects could be
 stuck anywhere.
 
 The hour passed by slowly while I made a complete ass of
 myself for the pleasure of a bunch of eleven and twelve year
 old boys and a few girls.
 
 When the bell rang Bobby ran off laughing and I put my
 underpants back on.  I had jacked off three times, and I
 needed to go wash my hands because I knew where those
 fingers had been.  The first thing I did however was to find
 a flyer and read the rules.
 
 Everything they had done was in the rules.  I could be
 stripped or asked to strip, sing, or perform disgusting or
 embarrassing acts.  I suppose they could have made me take a
 dump on the floor if they had thought of it.  I suppose it
 was a good thing I hadn't backed out and refused.  It didn't
 say what the punishment would be if I didn't, but I'm sure I
 wouldn't enjoy it.
 
 Next I had to go to dress-making class, which gained me a
 lot of negative macho points with the other eighth grade
 boys.  I learned the best temperature to use to wash the
 shirt and then hung it just right so it would dry.  That was
 all there was time for, which meant I had to come back again
 tomorrow.
 
 The last class was gym, but since it was the first day for
 that class all we did was discuss what we would be doing and
 the grade system that would be used.  It didn't take the
 whole period, so we were allowed to sit and talk.  Two of my
 best friends came over with three other boys that I hardly
 knew.
 
 "CJ, we need to talk" Matt Holms said as they all sat down
 around me.  "We need for you to start misbehaving, even
 worse than normal."
 
 "No way, I'm getting my ass kicked as it is.  You guys saw
 what happened in homeroom this morning.  And I saw a couple
 of you watching outside the cafeteria at lunch."
 
 "Look, Stuart, let me explain it to you" said one of the
 guys with them.  All I knew about him was that his name was
 Glen and he was big.  "The teachers are looking at you and
 if they start to see that this program works they will be
 using it on all of us.  I'm not going to walk around naked
 all day because of you, so you had better start convincing
 them that this stupid program doesn't work."
 
 "Hey, this isn't my idea.  If you guys want to prove the
 method doesn't work then you get caught doing something and
 you prove it.  But I've put up with too much crap already.
 Do you know I'm not even allowed to wear clothes at home
 now?"
 
 "That's our point, CJ.  We don't want to go through what you
 are going through.  We know its embarrassing, and we can
 help a little there.  But you're already in the program,
 just screw up even more and tell Gates that her science is
 wrong and being naked makes you more aggressive.  Stop this
 before it gets out of hand."  Doug Canter has been my best
 friend since kindergarten, and we've done a lot of things to
 help each other, but this was too much.
 
 "How are you going to make it less embarrassing for me?"
 
 "Well, like today at lunch.  None of us made you do
 anything.  We can leave you alone, and get the little kids
 to back off some too."
 
 "I don't know about this Doug; it could get really ugly
 quickly.  What if she hits me with BS3, do you know what
 happens then?"  He shook his head; he hadn't read the rules
 any better than I had.  "I can be ordered to remain naked
 until the person I bullied says otherwise.  That could be
 weeks, or maybe forever, I don't know.  How could I go on a
 date, or to the store with you guys, or anything if I had to
 be naked all the time?  Besides, would you guys even hang
 out with me if I was naked?"
 
 "That depends on how much cock we can make you suck" one of
 the other kids I didn't know said, but everyone told him to
 shut up.
 
 Glen, the big kid, grabbed my shoulders and turned me
 towards him.  "We're sorry you can't be more cooperative
 Stuart, your friends thought they could talk you into
 helping all the guys in this school out.  But if you don't
 start proving that being naked makes you worse instead of
 better, we're going to do it for you."
 
 "What the hell is that supposed to mean" I asked, trying to
 pull away from him, but he hung on to me.  Doug pried his
 hands off me and stepped between us.  "Back off a little
 Glen, he's my best friend.  In the end he'll help.  Let me
 talk to him alone."
 
 The other boys walked off, but as soon as Doug started I
 interrupted him.  "Don't even ask Doug, I'm not going to do
 it.  That hose really hurts.  And that little snot Bobby
 showed Carol how to make it hurt a lot more.  I'm not going
 to screw up intentionally and get even more whippings.  I
 know you guys are afraid of this program, but I'm not going
 to extend my time in it just to keep you from going through
 it."
 
 He shook his head and said "It isn't just me, it's all the
 boys.  We aren't asking for a lot.  Just punch one of us out
 and I promise we will make it look like we're killing you
 with the hose but not really hurt you."
 
 "I don't know Doug.  Maybe I could go and tell Gates that I
 feel more aggressive and that I'm having a harder time
 controlling myself, maybe she would buy that."
 
 "At least try that, but if it doesn't work, you'll need to
 start some trouble with one of us.  Pick a fight with me, or
 something.  At least think about it.  But do it soon, like
 tomorrow morning."
 
 "Why tomorrow morning?" I asked.
 
 "Just do it."
 
 "What is Glen planning?  Tell me at least that much so I'll
 be ready for it."
 
 "I can't.  Look CJ, you don't understand, he already had a
 plan.  Pete heard about it and got me, and we tried to talk
 him out of it.  He threatened us, him and the other kids
 with him."
 
 I suddenly remembered all the times that Gunter had come
 looking for me and Doug wasn't around, and decided if he was
 being bullied by big kids he needed to look out for himself.
 When the bell rang I headed for the Mrs. Gates office and
 got my clothes back.
 
 The next morning as I got off the bus I was herded by Glen
 and three of his pals around to the side of the school where
 kids seldom hung out.  Waiting there was Lester Crabbets,
 who laughed when they brought me over.
 
 "Who's the big bully now?" he said, taunting me.
 
 "We don't have time for that now, lets just get this
 started.  Lester, take your jeans off and slide your butt
 over the grass."  He did, and Doug asked him to turn and
 show.  I could see a small grass stain on his underpants.
 "Slide around a little more" Doug told him, then after
 another inspection he said "Good, that's fine.  Now, take
 your shirt off and throw it over there in the branches."
 
 One of the kids behind me kicked the back of my knees and I
 crashed down.  I was dragged across the grass on my knees
 for a few feet, then I was released.
 
 "You can go now Stuart, we'll finish up here" one of the
 boys told me.  I wasn't sure what was going on, but I had a
 good idea.  As I headed back toward the front of the school
 I heard Glen tell Lester to rub his face across the grass.
 As soon as I turned the corner, I saw two of Lester's
 friends running over to where the teacher who supervises the
 kids getting off the bus was and pointing at me.  She called
 for me to stop and used the radio to call someone else.
 
 A few seconds later Mrs. Gates came out the front door and
 grabbed me as I was going in.  "What happened to your
 jeans?" she asked me as the two other boys rushed over.
 
 "Mrs. Gates, Mrs. Gates, we saw CJ force Lester over to the
 side of the school" they said.
 
 She looked at me in anger as I said "They're lying, it's a
 setup.  Glen and some other kids forced me over there and
 made it look like I was beating up Lester or something."
 She grabbed me by the arm and we all headed over that way.
 
 Of course, when we got there the only boy there was Lester,
 who was standing in his grass-stained underpants trying to
 jump and reach his pants that were just out of his reach in
 a tree.  As we came running over, he turned and showed us a
 tear-stained face.  "He pantsed me Mrs. Gates, and tossed my
 clothes into the trees!"
 
 What an act, except that Gates was buying the whole thing as
 reality.  I knew there was no chance I could convince her of
 anything other than what the evidence showed.
 
 "You" she said to one of the boys who had said he saw me
 force Lester back here, "grab that stick; you should be able
 to reach his pants with that.  And you" she said to the
 other, "his shirt is over there in those bushes, go get it
 for him please."
 
 She hugged him and held him close while his friends got his
 pants and shirt, then stood back as he dressed.  From behind
 his back he shot me that evil grin that showed he had won
 this battle.
 
 We all went back to her office.  She had us wait out front
 on benches while she called my mother.  Lester almost gave
 it away because he got the giggles looking at the expression
 on my face.  After a few minutes, she called Lester and me
 into her office and sent the other two boys off to class.
 
 "Tell me everything that happened" she said to Lester.  I
 sat there quietly while he told her how I nearly dragged him
 over to the side, then held him down while I stripped his
 shirt and pants off.  "See, you can even see the grass
 stains on his knees where he held me down even though I
 struggled to get up" he said to her.
 
 When he was done, she asked me my side of the story.  In as
 calm a voice as I could muster, I told her everything about
 the plot to make me look more aggressive and the kids that
 had been part of this farce.  When I was done she asked if
 there was anyone who could corroborate my story.
 
 "Probably not.  My best friend Doug might, but he's scarred
 of Glen so he may not.  And even if he did, you wouldn't
 believe him because he is my best friend."  At least I had
 the satisfaction that Lester was looking very uncomfortable
 that she was even considering my version.
 
 In the end she said she would look into it, but for now she
 was going to give me a BS2.  "That means you are naked from
 the time you leave your house to come to school until the
 time you get back home.  This will last for three days, at
 which time you will resume your previous penalties.  And you
 will get a BBS from Lester twice a day, once in his homeroom
 and the second time in the cafeteria.  Any questions?"
 
 Again, I stayed as calm as I could.  "No, I don't have any
 questions.  But as much as I hate to admit it, I am becoming
 more used to this, and I don't feel like being a bully as
 much.  Mostly because I don't want to go through more of
 this, but partly because its hard to feel macho when you're
 the only one not dressed.  I didn't do this, but I can't
 prove that, so you have no choice but the one you made."  I
 took off all my clothes, including my white briefs, and gave
 them up.
 
 "I am supposed to get two BBSs this morning, one in my
 homeroom and one in Lester's.  Which one should do you want
 me to go to first?"
 
 "Go to your room first, I'll come and get you later.  I want
 to talk to Lester for a minute."
 
 I rose and started to leave, but turned around and said
 "You'd better get all the satisfaction from this you can now
 Lester, because I don't think she's buying it.  And the
 penalty for falsely accusing me will probably be more than
 you expected.  But don't worry; I'm sure Glen will be around
 to help you."
 
 I turned and walked out the door and went naked to my
 homeroom.  I explained why I was late and said I was ready
 to finish yesterday's BBS.  It hurt like hell, but I stood
 there and told the girl that I had been properly served.
 Then I pointed to Doug and two of the boys who had helped
 Lester that morning and said "I hope you guys like the new
 rules around here, because Lester is in Mrs. Gates office,
 and he's spilling the beans about the whole thing."
 
 I didn't know if it was true or not, but it got the reaction
 I hoped for.  One of the two boys said "That chicken
 bastard, if he tells on us I'll smoke his ass myself."  Doug
 and the other boy just put their heads down on their desk.
 The teacher told everyone to stay seated and remain quiet
 and left for the office.
 
 I had actually guessed right, Lester did tell the truth.  A
 little digging around showed that most of the boys in the
 eighth grade were in on the plot in some form or another,
 and once the accusations started they didn't end till nearly
 everyone admitted to any aggressive thoughts they had.
 
 Our school changed a lot after that.  All boys now come to
 school wearing only white briefs.  There hasn't been a fight
 or even a pushing match in months.
 
 The doors were removed from the boy's bathrooms and the
 walls removed from around the toilets, and girls are
 encouraged to observe us when we use the restroom.  Boys
 participate in gym classes wearing only a jock strap, and
 the locker room wall was removed so that the teachers (and
 girls) could ensure that all of us take a shower afterwards.
 
 Girls monitor all of our behavior both at school and away
 from school; any aggressive statement or act gets punished
 with a BBS immediately followed by total nudity for as long
 as the offender's mother or the principal thinks is
 appropriate.  This can be in-school only or no clothes any
 time depending on the severity. I guess this proves the
 study was correct, because now we have the calmest and best
 behaved school in the state, some say in the nation.
 
 I'm sure that the results obtained in our district will soon
 be common knowledge in other districts, and I'm sure that
 soon all middle schools will be run this way.  The only
 apparent downside is that our football team is now 0 and 8,
 but that's a small price to pay for a positive attitude.