Punishment School Chapter 5
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 week went by in a blur of subsiding pain and rising
humiliation. Until once again I found myself outside the home
room door on Monday morning. I had been successful in not
thinking about what was going to happen but not in figuring
out how to avoid it. So I opened the door and went in.

Mrs. Armbruster and the class, sitting quiet and eager in
their seats, waited. The first thing I saw brought back the
terrible reality of it all. The long, thick, black strap laid
on Mrs. Armbruster's desk. Before I had a chance to think
about it, Mrs. Armbruster took charge.

"In your corner, boy," she barked.

I went straight to it.

"Nose on the wall!"

I did it, the plaster still cold and humiliating. While Mrs.
Armbruster rolled her chair from behind the desk. Out to the
front center of the class again.

"Your attention, class." she began formally. "Today our
naughty boy receives step two of his Progressive Punishment.
A spanking and strapping on his bare bottom in front of his
home room classmates."

My heart sank to the floor hearing this. As bad as it had been
up to now, this was the beginning of the worst part. She sat
down as before. Arranged her dress.

"Get over here."

I turned from the wall. Once again not being able to avoid the 
cruel, smiling looks of my fellow students. Waiting for my
real humiliation. I soon stood beside Mrs. Armbruster.

"Get those pants undone. Now!"

Trying not to think, just survive, I undid my belt. Top
button. Zipped down my fly.
 
"Pull them down to your ankles."

I did so. The air in my home room pimpling the skin on my
legs, knowing the long tail of my uniform shirt wasn't going
to protect me for long."Pull that shirt up," she ordered.
"High above your waist."

I did so. Completely exposing my underwear d torso to my
classmates. She let me stand that way, suffering the
humiliation fully.

"Get down here."

Across her knee I went. Once more into that helpless,
humiliating position, only now exposed to my underwear  in
front of the home room students. She arranged my bottom
roughly. Into just the right position. Anticipation filled the
air as Mrs. Armbruster slipped her fingers under the band of
my underwear .

"Oh, please, no," I blurted out, unable to stop myself.

"Begging, are we? Well Sister will have to be told and more 
severity added to your punishment." And with that she pulled
them down! Right to my knees. Baring my butt to the sight of
all my classmates, girls and boys.

The humiliation was profound as I heard the gasps and giggles 
fill the room. Saw the picture in my mind of all of my fellow
students sitting there. Seeing me bent over the teacher's
knee, my bottom bare, ready for a spanking.

Which Mrs. Armbruster commenced immediately. Hard as she did
before, only this time I had no protection. So it burned like
fire as she landed hand blow after hand blow. The rhythmic
CRACK of her hand on my bare skin filled the room. Filled all
my fellow students with delight as they sat there and watched
me get this thorough bare-bottom spanking.

Determined as I was not to, Mrs. Armbruster's savage spanks 
finally made me yelp out in pain. Which only served to make
her spank harder and humiliate me more before my classmates.On
and on it went. Her hand blistering my butt and turning it a
bright red for all the students to see. I was squirming and
yelping by the time she finally finished. After the last hand
blow assaulted my bottom I just went limp across her knee. She
let me lie there, so the students could get a good long look.

"His bottom looks properly warmed up now. Doesn't it, class?

"Yes, Mrs. Armbruster," they quickly replied in unison.
Sending another stab of humiliation through me.

"Nice and ready to suffer...how many strokes of the strap did
Sister give you that first time? Answer me." she demanded,
pulling on my hair.

"Eight, Mrs. Armbruster."

"Then eight it will be today. Get on your feet."

She pulled up with her handful of my hair. I followed until I
got my feet under me and straightened up. Gravity once again
came to my rescue and dropped my uniform shirt tail to covered
my naked penis.

"Stand aside, boy." she commanded.

I did so and she rose from the chair. Went over to her desk
and picked up the strap. Displayed it to my interested
classmates by pulling it taught and slapping it into her palm.
It made me hang my head with the thought of the further
humiliation to follow.

"Go to the front of the room and stand in front of the
blackboard."

"Yes, ma'am, I replied and did as I was told. Knowing the
embarrassing sight I made for all the students, shuffling up
to the front of the room with my pants and underwear down
aroung my ankles. I reached the blackboard.

"Keep your face to the board and remove your shirt," Mrs.
Armbruster ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, resigning myself to the horrible facts.
I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Then removed it and threw it
aside. So I stood, completely naked, except for the clothes
looped around my ankles, in front of my classmates. Showing
them a perfect picture of my red roasted behind. Letting them
think about the sight of my exposed penis. Which I didn't
cover, remembering what happened the first time. Mrs.
Armbruster came around to my left and stood beside me.

"Reach up and place both hands flat on the blackboard."

I did. She appraised the fine target my butt made in this
humiliating position. I heard the class shift in their seats
with anticipation as Mrs. Armbruster limbered the strap at her
side. I tensed like wire when she tapped my ass with the wide
leather, readying her aim.

"Eight strokes then, is it?" Is it!?

"Yes, ma'am," I sobbed.

SLAP! The leather blistered across my cheeks. The class 
gasped. I yelped in pain. My knees buckled but I held my
position. SLAP! It landed again. Harder than before. I yelped
louder, my body shaking. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The strap pummled
my bare butt. My classmates watched as I bucked with each
blow, making my penis bounce. I cried out with the humiliation
of it.

"He's crying without even being strapped," Mrs. Armbruster
mocked. And put more effort into the next two strokes. SLAP!!
SLAP!!. I cried out louder, giving my classmates quite a show.
Mrs. Armbruster let a few torturous seconds pass. SLAP!!!! The
last stroke sunk in. Hardest of them all. I cried out my
loudest, doing all I could to hold the position. I just
managed to. She just let me stand there. Exposed to the
students. Sobbing. Shaking. Blistered.

"This concludes the first part of step two in your
progression. Are you feeling a little chastised, boy?"

"Yes, ma'am," I muttered.

"But not enough, I'm sure. Redress yourself and get out in
that hall and wait for Sister."

Working to keep my back to the class, I pulled up my underwear
and pants, the fabric adding proving its usual torment. I
reached for my shirt. Got it on, tucked in and buttoned up.
Then walked quickly to the door.

Without a word as usual, Sister came up to me in the hall and
took me by the ear. But before she walked off, Mrs. Armbruster
poked her head out of the classroom door.

"Excuse me, Sister," she said, "but you should know that this
bad boy is still begging to be spared all his deserved
punishment."

"He is, is he. Well that will just mean worse punishment for
him. Thank you, Mrs. Armbruster."

"You're welcome, Sister," she said, closing the door behind
her.

"Come along, boy."

She pulled. I followed.

Until, once again, I found myself standing completely naked in
front of Sister Donald Marie in the S.P.R..

"So you haven't learned yet not to beg?" she questioned.

"No, Sister."

"Then that means added severity. I think a sound hair-brushing
on your already punished bare bottom will be sufficient. Don't
you?"

"Yes, Sister," I answered ritually.

"Before your requisite punishments for this step in the
progression," she added as she opened the straps cabinet and
took out a large, flat-backed, wooden hairbrush. I jumped as
she slapped it against the palm of her hand."This'll do
nicely."

She took her same seat. Smoothed the black fabric.

"Over."

Over I went. And in no time she was slamming my naked ass with
the hard, flat back of the hairbrush. And I was yelping in
pain as the brush hit the burning welts from Mrs. Armbruster's
hard strapping. On and on she went, for a full ten minutes.
The pain grew severe. My tears flowed. It was all I could do
to keep from begging some more. Finally, she finished. I
drooped across her knees, my butt literally on fire.

"Up," she ordered.

I somehow got my feet under me. Stood up. Found my penis had,
as usual, gotten hard. I hurt too much to care."Once more you
prove your need for these severe punish-ments. Well today
we'll start teaching you a lesson about that. But, first, I
believe this step in the progression calls for you to recieve
more 'thorough anal punishment'."

I groaned and dropped my head at the thought. As Sister went 
to the dildo cabinet and brought out another glistening tipped 
tool.

"Assume the postition for anal punishment," she barked.

Knowing I was being tested, and that my failure would result
in even more punishment, I went right to the end of the table.
Faced it. Bent over. My elbows on the table as before. Spread
my legs to expose my anus to her view.

"How many thrusts for you last time?"

"Sixty, Sister."

"Seventy-five it will be this time then."

My teeth were grit even before I felt the jellied tip of the 
dildo on my rear hole. She rubbed it into position. Paused.
Then shove it in. I screamed with the pain of it. She rammed
it in all the way. Let me suffer this. Then slowly pulled it
out. Paused again before starting to butt fuck me. In. Out.
The yells of pain turning to those moaning groans after the
first ten thrusts. In. Out. My body bucked forward with every
thrust. The humiliation as deep as the tip of the dildo up my
rectum. In. Out. In. Out. Fifteen. Twenty-five. Fifty. Sixty
thrusts. My body shook. My eyes teared. My rear hole spread
with the pounding. Seventy thrusts. Last five. Long and deep.
Out...In! Out...In! Out...In! Out...In! Out...IN!!!!!

Over. I dropped my head to the table. She left the dildo all
the way up my hole as before. Letting me suffer it fully.

"Stand up," she ordered. "And step back once from the table."

I complied, my rectum and butt cheeks closing around the
dildo, making me wince with the pain.

"The pain alone of corporal punishment is never sufficient for
the deeply soiled like you, young man," she lectured. "Only in
combination with the deepest humiliation can punishment
cleanse the stain. Which leads us to the next punishment in
this step of the progression. The punishment of your penis
with masturbation until you ejaculate."

"Oh please no, Sister, don't do..." I began, knowing I
shouldn't beg but unable to stop myself, considering what I
faced next.

"Begging again!" she shrieked as she pushed me up to the
table, bent my head down to the top of it, took hold of the
dildo, and started butt-fucking me again. Hard and fast.
Inout. Inout.Inout.Inout.Inout.Inout. So fast that I just gave
out with one long cry of pain. Inout.Inout.Inout.Inout.Inout.
Then all the way in. Further than ever. Making me cry out
louder than ever. She pulled me straight up by my hair.

"I never want to hear you beg again," she commanded, pushing
in on the dildo. "Understand?"

"Yes, Sister."

"Because these punishments will get even more painful and
numerous if you do," she threatened, pushing even harder on
the dildo. "Now, what do you deserve next?"

"To have my penis punished with masturbation until I
ejaculate," I mumbled.

"Yes, indeed you do," she agreed, standing me up. "Put your
arms behind your back."

I did. She came up behind me, bent my elbows so my forearms
were together and grabbed both with her left hand. Holding
them, she pushed forward on the small of my back. Which arched
me backward and pushed my penis out over the table.

Then, to my deepest shame and horror, Sister reached around
and took hold of my young manhood with the thumb and first two
fingers of her right hand. I tensed at her touch, reminding
myself that my rear hole was still stuffed and making me
realize that I was going to be masturbated by a grown woman
while my rectum was filled with a dildo. I wanted to beg her
not to do this thing but fear of the consequences stopped me.

There was nothing to stop her. So she started to masturbate
me. Squeezing firmly, working the foreskin hard. No pain could
be worse than the utter humiliation I felt. I closed my eyes,
not wanting to see. It didn't help. I sobbed pitifully. It had
no effect on Sister, as she just kept on punishing my penis.
Soon the inevitable occured and I felt the climax rising deep
inside. The humiliation got worse and worse as the climax rose
closer and closer. And soon my cries and sobs were mixing with
the involuntary groans of pleasure's approach. Pleasure! No
pleasure could ever be as cruel as this. No punishment worse
as I shook with the body shock of sensations.

Then I climaxed! The feeling desperately horrible as my cries
of shame mixed with groans of pleasure. My sperm squirted out
onto the table top. My rectum clamped like a vise around the
dildo, adding pain to the humiliation. Sister didn't stop the
masturbation, in fact she worked it harder, squeezing my penis
until it hurt to make sure every drop of sperm hit the table.
To make sure the climax was a deep and powerful one so that
its great sexual pleasure would deepen my shame by the same
amount.

And it did. No punishment could ever be worse than this. It
filled me with such terrible feelings, so far beyond pain,
especially when I thought of what was coming up for me.

Tears of self-pity flowed from me as Sister stroked and
squeezed my penis one last time before letting go and stepping
away. Leaving me standing there, body shaking with those
sexual spasms, penis dripping, rear-hole stuffed."Maybe that
will begin to teach you," she speculated, wiping her hands,
"but I have my doubts." She brought the plastic bag from the
dildo cabinet. "Allright, bend over."I did so, putting my
hands on my knees. She jerked the dildo out. My rectum had not
relaxed much, so I cried out in pain. Straightened up."That
concludes step two in the progression," she said. "Now, if, at
any time during the rest of this punishment, you again beg for
mercy another entire level of punishment and humiliation will
be added to the list. Understand."

"Yes, Sister."

"Good. Now get dressed and get out."