Punishment School Chapter 3
by The Pro from Dover
bigtx1n@hotmail.com

copyright 1996 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."


I didn't get four days until the humiliation began. It began
the very next day. As I headed for homeroom. I saw a crowd
of students looking at something on the wall. I joined them.

"It's him!" shouted the first student who saw me.

All faces turned my way. No talking. Just grins and
giggling. They opened up a path to let me see what they had
been looking at. A piece of paper taped to the wall. As soon
as I got close enough to see it, my stomach fell and my face
turned red. It was a proclomation of sorts. And it read:

ATTENTION
Student David Johnson, for serious disciplinary infractions
and other reasons, will receive PROGRESSIVE PUNISHMENT.
Beginning this coming Monday and continuing with each
successive Monday for as long as the cycle takes. Occuring
in his homeroom and the S.P.R.. Below is the cycle of the
punishments he will receive:

1. Spanked in home room while clothed in front of class.
Stripped naked. Spanked. Punished anally. And paddled face
down on the table in S.P.R..

2. Spanked and strapped on bare bottom in front of home
room. Stripped naked. Punished anally. Masturbated in S.P.R.

3. Stripped naked by girl classmates. Spanked. Paddled face
down on teacher's desk in front of homeroom. Made to
masturbate himself for Sister Donald Marie in S.P.R..

4    Stripped naked. Spanked. Punished anally. Paddled face
down on teacher's desk in front of homeroom. Stripped naked.
Masturbated in front of Faculty Discipline Committee.

5. Stripped naked and masturbated in home room.

I read it. At first barely comprehending that it was and
then desperately wishing it wasn't talking about me. But
then the horror of it all gripped me. All these things, some
I knew what they were, others I didn't, were going to be
done to me. In front of my teachers. My classmates! The
classmates who were already laughing and jeering behind me.
I turned. Hid my face. Pushed through them.

And ran. Down the hall. Out onto the empty playground.
Around the back side of the building. I leaned against the
wall for support. Dealing with the reality facing me. I was
stuck. I couldn't run. Couldn't hide. I was just going to
have to suffer all these pains and humiliations. Suffer and
survive. If I could.