Punishment School Chapter 4
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."


I didn't know if I could. Not when that first Monday came
and I realized it was really going to happen. Not when I
entered my home room that morning and all activity stopped.
All eyes, Mrs. Armbruster's and the students', turned to me.
I tried to be strong and just walk to my desk like normal.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" Mrs.
Armbruster challenged.

"To my desk."

"To your desk!" she exclaimed. "What do you think you are?
An ordinary, well-behaved student? You stand in the corner
until it is time for your punishment. Now!"

I followed her pointing finger to the corner at the front,
left of the room. Stood there.

"Get your nose right in that corner. Touch the wall."

I did it. Nose on the cold plaster. Feeling the stares on my
back. Embarrassed to be in this silly position. So light a
humiliation would soon prove a pleasant memory.

Too soon, because after the home room bell sounded it began.
Mrs. Armbruster pulled the chair from behind her desk. Out
to the front center of the class.

"Your attention, class." She began formally. "This boy
standing in the naughty corner has been sentenced to receive
Progressive Punishment. It begins today with a spanking over
my knee with his clothes on."

She sat down. Arranged her dress.

"Get over here."

I turned from the wall. Tried to, but couldn't avoid looking
at my fellow students staring at me. Waiting for my
humiliation. Made my way to stand beside Mrs. Armbruster.

"Get down here."

I bent down and put myself across her knee. Into that
helpless, humiliating position. She arranged my bottom
roughly. Into just the right position. Reached with her left
hand and grabbed a handful of my hair. Pulled my head up to
hold me in place.
 
Then she began to spank me. Spank my bottom. Hard and firm
and fast. In front of my classmates. Who watched eagerly.
Enjoying my punishment. Even through the pain I couldn't
help thinking of what I looked like to them and felt deadly
ashamed because of it. Mrs. Armbruster kept at it. Getting
harder as she went. And she went on and on. For almost ten
minutes, though it felt like forever to me. Finally she
stopped. Let go of my hair. I went limp. Tried to catch my
breath. Even through my pants and underwear  the spanking
set my butt afire. And there was so much more to come.

"On your feet, boy." she ordered, pulling me up by my shirt.
I got my feet under me and stood up. "Face the class. Head
up. Eyes open"

I did. The cruel smiles and knowing looks of all the
students sending shots of humiliation through me.

"This was just the beginning. By the end of this progression
I hope this class and I see you properly punished,
humiliated, and chastised. Now go stand in the hall and wait
for Sister Donald Marie."

Mrs. Armbruster slammed the door shut behind me. Locked it.
So that I stood alone in the hall. Waiting for Sister Donald
Marie and more terrible punishments.

The striding click of her black heeled step echoed toward
me. My heart racing and fear rising as the sound drew
closer. Until she rounded the corner. Without talk. Without
pause. She came over to me. Took hold of my ear. Pulled me
along.

Up to the door to the Student Punishment Room. Which she
unlocked. Swung open. Pushed me inside. Where I stood.
Shaking. Waiting. Sister closed the door. Locked it. Turned
to me. The course set. My punishments assured. It was all
quiet and ritualistic.

"Strip." she commanded.

I did. Until I was once again comletely naked in front of
her. Hands at my side. Fully exposed. The humiliation was no
less for it being the second time. No amount of repetition
would make this anything but horrible. She took her seat.

"Over my knee".

And over I went. For the second time this morning. Only now
my already reddened butt was bare. Vulnerable to her firm
hand as she began to spank me. Harder than ever. Searing my
raw and sensitive flesh. I yelped. Cried. But it did nothing
to lessen the hand blows she rained down on me. On and on.
For almost fifteen minutes. Until, when she stopped, my
backside hurt worse than anything I'd ever felt. But nothing
compared to what I was going to feel.

"Up."

I stood beside her. Once again the rough fabric of her skirt
had rubbed my penis into an erection. I didn't dare try to
cover it up.

"Once again you've proven the need for this punishment by
your arousal. Later in this progression we'll see to
punishing that. Now move aside."I did. So she could go over
to second of the two cabinets on the wall. Open it. Inside
were an assortment of long, cylindrical plastic objects.
Round at the bottom but narrowing to a dull point on top.
The point of each one glistened with some sort of clear,
thick jelly. She took out one of medium size.

"Do you know what this is?"

"No, sister." I said. And I didn't want to.

"It's called a dildo. In the outside world it is used by 
degenerate people to give themselves sexual satisfaction.
Here we use it to give 'thorough anal punishment' to bad
students like you.

I didn't know what it all meant but I did know that the
thing Sister held in her hand was going to be put into my
rectum. Put up my rear hole. I was stunned. Petrified.
Knowing there was no escaping it. Knowing I had to survive
it but not knowing how.

"Come down to this end of the table and face toward it," she
ordered.I complied, somehow finding the strength to move.

"Bend over. Elbows on the table. Legs spread."

I did this. Finding myself even more exposed and humiliated,
as my penis and scrotum hung down, waiting for this terrible
thing to happen to me. I didn't have to wait long. As Sister
came up behind me and to one side. Put her left hand on my
burning butt. Spread my butt cheeks with her thumb and index
finger, fully exposing my anus, the room air making it
pucker. It all deepened my humiliation. I jumped when I
first felt the tip of the dildo on my butt-hole.

"Move again and we start all over again," she threatened.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists as she rubbed the
tip all over my anus, covering it with the jelly. She
readied. the dildo at my back door. Paused a long, terrible
second.

Then pushed it in!

And I yelled out in pain. All the time the long dildo was
jammed up my rectum. Until almost its entire length was
inside me. Where Sister stopped. Took her hands away. My
cheeks closed around the dildo. She let me stand there.
Suffering the awful humiliation and painful feeling of my
butt stuffed by the dildo. She approached again. Put one
hand on the small of my back. Grasped the tool with the
other. My whole body shook. I breathed rapidly.

"First anal punishment. Fifty deep thrusts."

"Oh, please no, sister," I begged.

"And ten more for begging. How many now?"

"Sixty."

"Sixty what?" she asked, pushing the dildo a little deeper.

"Sixty deep thrusts!"

"Right". She took a firm grip on the dildo. Pulled it out.
Slowly. Until only the first bit of it remained up my hole.
Paused once more. Then thrust it in again. I yelled. My body
bucked forward. She pulled it back out. Immediately rammed
it back in. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. The pain lessoned as
my sphincter muscle loosened. So that I just groaned deeply
with every thrust.

In. Out. In. Out. Over and over. It felt horrible but not as
bad as the mental pain of being humiliated with a punishment
butt-fucking from a woman.

In. Out. In. Out. She reached thirty thrusts. Never breaking
her hard rhythm. Never giving me a moment's respite. I
groaned louder and louder with each thrust. My body bucking
and quivering.

In. Out. In. Out. She reached fifty thrusts. My mind said
only ten more. To my body it felt like a thousand. In. Out.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Then she broke her
rhythm. Making the fifty-sixth thrust slower. And deeper. I
yelled with pain again as the dildo found virgin territory.
Out.....In! Out.....In! Out.....In! Out. Then in as far as
it would go for the sixtieth thrust. Further! Making me yell
until the pain sub-sidided.To my surprise and horror she
didn't pull it out. But let go of the dildo. Leaving it all
the way up inside of me. Letting me remain in that position.
Suffering. For what seemed like forever.

"Since your case requires the utmost severity," she
considered,"the dildo will remain up your rectum while you
take the paddle. Put yourself face down on the table."

I couldn't believe it but didn't dare make a sound in
protest. So, with the dildo jammed up my hole, I crawled
atop the table. Lay flat out, face down. Making my rectum
clamp down around the dildo.

"Keep you legs tight together," she ordered.

I did. Causing the dildo to be jammed even tighter inside of
me. As she opened the other cabinet. Took out something.
Closed the cabinet. Came around to the head of the table. So
that I could see she held a long, wide, thin black plastic
instrument." Last time it was twelve strokes with the strap.
This time it will be twenty strokes with this paddle.
Understood?"

"Yes, Sister," I croaked, just wanting it to be over.

She went out of my vision. Around to the side of the table.
I laid my head down and readied myself as best I could. But
I had forgotten how blistered my butt was. Until she touched
it with the paddle. I winced. Caught a breath. Then she
landed the first stroke.

WHAP! Across both butt cheecks. Hard. Causing me double pain
as my reddened ass felt the terrible sting and my body
tensed, making my rectum clamp down even harder around the
dildo. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She landed the paddle without
mercy. It was the worse suffering yet, with my raw backside
stinging with searing pain and violated rear hole being
assaulted with every stroke.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She reached ten and I didn't
think I'd survive ten more. I cried and yellped at each
wicked slap but it got me no respite.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! By the fifteenth stroke there
was nothing but pain. I squirmed and rolled on the table.

"Stop moving or I start over!"

And I stopped. My hands knuckle white for gripping the edge
of the table so hard. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!!!! The
twentieth stroke landed. The hardest one. I let out one last
cry before going limp. So that I just laid there atop the
table. Naked. My butt a red, welted mess. The long dildo
still shoved all the way up my rectum. Sister let me suffer
it fully.

"No more of that, now." she decided. "Get up and on your
feet. Now!"

Not wanting to disobey I moved as fast as I could. But the
dildo up my rear hole made every movement agony. Finally, I
made it off the table and onto my feet. Standing up caused
the worst pain yet from the butt-stuffing. I yelped in pain.
She just let me stand there.

"This concludes the first step in your progression." she
lectured, as she went to the dildo cabinet and brought out a
dark plastic bag."There are five more steps to come over the
next five weeks. For your sake, by the end, I'll see a fully
redeemed and cleansed young man. Now bend over, hands on
your knees."

I did so. She came around behind me. Grasped the end of the
dildo and jerked it out. Hard and fast. I gasped at the pain
of this but was still relieved to have it out.

"Hurry and dress yourself," she ordered, dropping the soiled
dildo in the plastic bag.

I was happy to, until I pulled my underwear  over my burning
butt. It rubbed painfully against the raw skin and made the
heat worse. My shirt followed then my pants. And my backside
suffered even more. I finished dressing and stood at
attention.

"Get out of my sight and return to your classes."

I did. The physical suffering continuing as I had to sit in
those hard school desks on my blistered butt. Walk while my
rectum was sore from its fucking. But worse still was having
to endure the looks and comments and actions of my
classmates. For a whole week. Over what I had so far endured
and what was going to happen to me. What some of them were
going to see.