Punishment School Chapter 7
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."


As usual the week flew by with no regard for my wishing it to 
slow to a crawl. Though it slowed enough for my fellow
students to harass me unmercifully about the next stage in the
punishment progression - "Can't wait to see you get that rear
hole stuffed." "Hear they're going to use the big dildo."
"Nobody's ever gotten a butt reaming in front of other
students before." "Bet a fag like you likes it." - went the
taunts, making it impossible for me to put it out of my mind
for even an instant.

So I withdrew even further into myself, into my silent vow to
endure the pain and humiliation stoically and come through the
other side transformed into just another student soon to be
made acceptable by time.

The pain and humiliation was still in front of me in the
physical form of the door to Mrs. Armbruster's homeroom. I
waited until the last minute to reach out and grab the cold
metal doorknob, pulling open the heavy wooden door and....

Entering and rushing straigh to my corner and pressing my nose
hard against the plaster, using a strength new to me to stand
straight and still while all the students whispered and
giggled at my plight.

"Quiet down. Now!," Mrs. Armbruster commanded. Obedience was
immediate. "Master Johnson here receives the fourth step in
his punishment progression today. Here in the homeroom he will
be stripped naked by two more female students, spanked over my
knee, suffer a thorough anal punishment and then taste the
paddle while in the prone position on my desk. Then this
afternoon he will be brought in front of the faculty
discipline committee, where he will once more be stripped of
his clothes and then masturbated by Sister Donald Marie until
he ejaculates. The punishment will begin immediately. Out of
the corner, boy, and stand in front of the class."

I instantly did as I was ordered, my eyes wide open but not
seeing at all the student's faces because my mind was focused
inward on survival. I stood straight and still, even as Mrs.
Armbruster began my torment.

"Jeannine and Susan please come up and remove all of this
boy's clothing," she ordered and was met with squeals and
giggles from the two girls called and all their friends. I
flushed with humiliation and my resolve shook but I got back
in control.

"Quiet." Mrs. Armbruster reminded as Jeanine and Susan, two
plump, plain looking girls came up to the front of the class
and stood to either side of me.

"Strip him," she ordered.

And the two girls, with much relish, did just that. Following
the same pattern as last week, Jeannie gave the orders and
Susan did the stripping. They began with my shoes and
progressed identically until I stood completely naked in front
of the class, holding my arms rigidly at my side so I wouldn't
reflexively cover up my dangling penis. The humiliation was as
profound as always but endurable by its familiarity. I
continued to look straight ahead, even when I heard the heavy
desk chair plunked down beside me and glimpsed the shadow of
movement whn Mrs. Armbruster sat down.

"Get over my knee, boy." followed inevitably and I obeyed,
giving the class the even more humiliating sight of my penis
hanging straight down before disappearing as I laid myself
across her fabric covered lap.

Where she proceeded to give me the customary long and hard
bare-bottom hand blistering. No part of my butt was not on
fire when she jerked up on my hair and forced me back up onto
my feet and faced front to the class again. I planted my arms
at my side once more to not only avoid covering my penis but
also from rubbing my burning butt. This didn't take all my
effort though because my mind was on what was going to happen
next and the effort it took for me not to plead for clemency
or just run in desperation. I succeeded in my effort, even
though Mrs. Armbruster made a big show of removing the
lubricated dildo from its plastic baggy. Right in front of me
so I could see it and the class's wide-eyed reaction.

"Turn and face the desk," she 
ordered and my resolve took another hit as I realized she was
going to give the class the most exposed view of my anal
punishment - right up the shoot. "Bend at the waist and rest
your elbows on the desk. Now!"

I bent until my elbows plunked down on the hard wood. Held my
breath as I waited for, dreaded the next command.

"Spread your legs wide."

I did. Wide as I could, giving the class the most degrading
view - my scrotom and penis hanging all the way down below my
glowing red butt and wiggling as I shook with shame. Mrs.
Armbruster came around to my left side, laid her hand on the
small of my back. "We'll proceed now with your thourough anal
punishment.

Her left hand moved down and took hold of my butt-flesh,
wedged her thumb and next two fingers into my crack and spread
my cheeks. Wide. So that every student got a full view of my
rear hole, the pink-brown roseatte puckering reflexively from
the cool room air. I felt no less torment over this
degradation and prospect of punishment but fear of Sister
Donald Marie's wrath forced self-control on me.

Mrs. Armbruster shuffled her position slightly and then I felt
the cold, greased point of the dildo touch my anus. I
stiffened and the silence of the room deepened as my
classmates held their breath in painfully(for me) eager
anticipation of...

Mrs. Armbruster ramming the dildo straight and hard and fast
up my rectum. I cried out as I had before at the first
violation of my sphincter by the hard plastic tool. My body
bucked forward but Mrs. Armbruster quickly steadied me the
just as quickly moved her hand back to spreading my cheeks
wide so all could see all there was to see - the bright red
plastic dildo, three quarters of its length stuffed up my ass,
its color matching the spanked red of my butt cheeks and
quivering like a bullseyed arrow as the sphincter muscle
spasmed around it. My scrotum and penis hung limp in
humiliation below it and beads of sweat rolled down my stretch
taught thighs.

I breathed rapidly through my mouth, licked my dry lips and
made tight fists as Mrs. Armbruster pulled the dildo back out.
Almost all the way before...thrusting it back in. Hard! My cry
giving way to a grunt as the muscle stretched and pain
subsided. Then back out. And then in once again as the
buttfucking began in earnest.

Out. In. Out In. Each in counting as one thrust and fifty was
the total I was sentenced to get. Out. In. My anal punishment
holding my classmates rapt attention. Their eyes focused on
the dildo coming out and disappearing back into my rectum. My
body thrusting forward with each stroke, swinging my hanging
scrotum and penis like a pendulum. What they couldn't see was
the saliva dripping from my mouth being constantly open from
the deep groans the buttfucking forced out of me.

Out.In.Out.In. It went on and on...35..36..37..38... each
stroke donging in my brain like the dildo that was banging
into my rectum. 41...42...43...44...45...and on that stroke
Mrs. Armbruster left the tool shoved up inside of me while she
paused, regripped the dildo and then proceeded with the last
five buttfucks. Slow, deep ones that illicited fresh cries as
the blunt point of the dildo found virgin lengths of my
rectum.

 49...50! She made the last stroke the deepest, making me cry
out louder and forcing me forward. She, of course, left the
dildo inserted before letting go of my butt cheeks and
standing me up straight. A fresh gasp escaped my mouth as my
rectum clamped down on the dildo. She left me standing, back
to the class, so they could see the last two inches of the
dildo sticking out from between my blistered cheeks. I stood
stock still, eyes closed, mind reciting the
mantra...endure...endure.

"Now it is time for our punishment boy to get the strap. Up on
the desk, boy, face down."

The desk was already cleared of all items. So I didn't
hesitate and walked to one side of the desk. Giggles and
whispers followed the sight of me walking, waddling really,
with the didlo up my rectum. I paid them no attention as I
paused to align myself with the edge of the desk - affording
them all with a side view of my hanging penis and the dildo
tip - before crawling laying myself full out on the cold, hard
wood, penis flat against my belly, legs spread, forehead down
on the wood, arms outstretched and gripping the edges of the
desk.

"Legs closed together when you get a dildo paddling." she
ordered. I complied. "How many strokes?".

"Twenty."

She readied her aim by placing the paddle right on the center
of my butt, fully across both cheeks. I tensed, feeling the
plastic, readying for what was coming. She took the paddle
away. Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed her raising it
above her head. My grip on the desk edge tightened.

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 left no part of my cheeks
untouched, so that the class could see the broad welts forming
up everywhere. 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.

"On your feet, boy, Mrs. Armbruster ordered"

I crawled off the desk top. Stood in front of the desk, arms
at my side. Snickers and giggles from the class made me
realize, to my even greater horror, that my penis had, once
again, grown with the stimulation of being rubbed against the
table. Shame dragged my head down.

"That condition will be punished out of you before this class
before the progression is over." she informed the class. "Bend
over, boy."

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. I stood up and
got to attention, facing the class.

"Get dressed," she said, her tone softened by my willingness
to face the shame of my exposure.

I went over to where my clothes were piled. Dressed as quickly
as I could. I found the humiliation of having to dress myself
in front of the class almost as bad as being undressed.
Almost. I stood there fully dressed again, working not to
squirm as the fabric of my underwear and pants rubbed against
my raw behind.

The bell finally sounded to end homeroom and allow me to get
out of the corner. I picked my books up off the top of the
lockers and joined the rest of the students filling out. As
soon as I got out of Mrs. Armbruster's classroom the teasing
and heckling started. My classmates were unmerciful in making
me feel as bad as I could for having been buttfucked in front
of them. I just kept my head down and walked straight into the
next classroom, belonging to our math teacher, Mrs. Cole.

Mrs. Cole was at the blackboard copying out today's lessons.
She didn't give me a look as I hurried in straight to my desk.
But that changed the minute my permanently bruised and sore
backside hit the wooden seat.

"Ouch!" I yelped, unable to stifle it in time, surprised that
it still hurt so much.

"What was that?" Mrs. Cole asked, whipping around to make sure
she caught the culprit. Since the rest of the students were
just entering the room and I was the only one seated, she knew
instantly it was me.

"It was me, Mrs. Cole," I said, knowing that lying or
avoidance would only get me in more trouble, "I'm sorry."

"I'm glad to see your punishments are thourough. As you
deserve. I'll overlook this outburst but do not disturb this
class again. Do you understand?

"Yes, ma'am."

"Because even though you're suffering a Punishment Progression
you are not excused from the normal rules or the regular
consequences if you break them." she threatened.

And I took them seriously as my classmates took their seats,
grinning to each other about my getting yelled at.

"Allright, let's quiet down and get on with the lesson," Mrs.
Cole ordered. So we all took out our books and the lesson
commenced.

But my mind wasn't on the lesson. First because of the burning
discomfort my blistered butt and sore rectum was causing me.
But also because of what Mrs. Cole said about normal rules and
regular consequences. I knew well what she meant because of
something that had happened last week. Something that had not
happened to me but to one of the girls in my class.

It was in art class. Art was one of my few pleasures and so I
used this class to take my mind off the trials I had suffered
and those still to come. But while I took it seriously many of
the other students viewed it as more like recess. A time for
chatting and cutting up. And they usually got away with it
because our normal instructor, Miss Ducet, was new to teaching
and not as stern as the other teachers. But today Sister
Theresa was teaching and she, on the other hand, was one of
the most strict.

So as soon as the playing around started she put a stop to it
but good. And everyone got the message, except one girl,
Melinda. She had only been at the school a little longer than
I, but without my background, and the hellion in her was not
yet tamed. So she dared to cut up after Sister Theresa's
orders. She, and I, found out what normal discipline meant at
our school immediately.

Sister Theresa never said a word. She just stormed down the
aisle to the table where Melinda sat. Took hold of her ear and
pulled Melinda to her her feet. Then back up the aisle to the
teacher's desk. Manhandling her easily, Sister Theresa bent
Melinda over, holding her with a tight grip on the back of her
neck, forcing her down and trapping her arms underneath her
chest. Making it impossible for her to struggle and interrupt
what was about to happen to her.
 
Then, as the class and I watched in dead silence, Sister
Theresa grabbed a handful of Melinda's uniform dress and
pulled it up and over the helpless girl's shoulders. Fully
exposing Melinda's bare back above her white pantied bottom
and naked legs stretched long down to her shoes.

I was enthralled by the sight. I had never even seen a
lingerie ad in a Sears catalogue much less something like
this. And, even though I knew what it was like to be in that
humiliating position, I hoped Sister would go further.

She did. Ingoring Melinda's whimpering protests, Sister
grabbed the band of Melinda's panties with her right hand and
jerked them down. Straight to her knees. Exposing the smooth,
taught globes of her butt. The teardrop gap where her legs met
her buttocks letting the lips of her vagina show through.
Though at the time I didn't know what it was I was looking at,
only that I couldn't take my eyes off it. And Melinda's sobs
of humiliation only made the new, confusing feelings in my
brain and loins more intense. Sister Theresa let Melinda
suffer this humiliation for a few agonizing seconds before
beginning to...

Spank her.

Hard and fast. Harder, certainly, than Mrs. Armbruster and
almost as hard as Sister Donald Marie. And constant. No let
up. Just SPANK after SPANK after SPANK. Over every inch of
Melinda's bottom. Melinda made an attempt at stoicism but it
was mere seconds before she was yelping and squealing and
pleading for relief. Which Sister Therese gave none of. Just
SPANK, SPANK. SPANK, SPANK. The flesh of the girl's butt
flattening and jiggling before her cheeks tightened. The red
stain spreading and darkening with each blow.

After five minutes Melinda was just a mass of sobbing tears.
And I thought about, felt myself, the burning pain she must
have been feeling. The humiliation...

"DAVID JOHNSON!"

The volume and anger in the voice jerked me out of my
daydream. Refocused me on the reality that I was in Mrs.
Cole's math class. That all the student's faces were turned
toward me, some smiling thinly, cruelly. That Mrs. Cole was
coming toward me, her face purple with anger.

"Were you daydreaming in my class?"

"Yes, Mrs. Cole," I stuttered, knowing I was caught. Knowing
I was going to catch it. Knowing that lying would only make it
worse.

"And here I thought you were learning something," she scoffed,
coming up beside me. She grabbed my arm and jerked me to my
feet. Holding my arm so tight that it hurt, she pulled me up
to the front of the classroom. Where she wasted no time in
undoing my belt and pulling it through the loops and off my
pants. Then single handedly, showing a dexterity that came
with years of practise, she popped open the clasp on the waist
of my pants, pulled down the zipper and ripped the pants down
to my ankles. Followed violently by my underwear . Leaving my
butt and legs bare, the former half hidden from view under my
uniform shirt.

But not hidden from the viscious strokes of my own belt, which
Mrs. Cole was whipping me with. Without letting go of my arm,
she aimed stroke after stroke at the back of my legs and
bottom of my butt. My body jerked instinctively away from each
stinging blow, making me dance in a tight circle around Mrs.
Cole. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! The belt landed on my bare skin.
It burned like fire and made me dance crazily, so that my
shirt tail flapped up continually. So that this whole new
class of students got to see my penis flop around and my butt
and legs get blistered. My YELPS and YIPS everytime the
leather bit into my skin completed the humiliating picture I
presented. After more minutes that seemed like hours, Mrs.
Cole ended my beating but didn't let go of my arm. Instead,
she faced the class.

"I'm going to take this naughty boy out into the hall. All of
you study the next chapter quietly or you'll be getting the
same thing this bad boy got."

Everyone of my classmated immediately dived into their books, 
throwing only the most surrepticious of glances my way as Mrs.
Cole, leaving my pants and underwear  around my ankle, pulled
me across the room and out the door.

Into the empty hallway. Once the door was closed behind me,
Mrs. Cole finally let go of my arm. It ached where her bony
fingers had bruised it but I dared not rub it. 

"I've never known a student to misbehave while they were
suffering through a progressive punishment," she scolded. "It
only proves what a bad and sinful boy you are and how
desperately in need of the most severe punishments you are.
So, to that end, I want you take off all of your clothes.
Right now! Do it!

And I did. Quickly, not wanting to make matters worse by
disobeying, until I stood stark naked in the hallway.

"Once Sister is told of your misbehavior, you won't be needing 
these for the rest of the day," Mrs. Cole informed as she
scooped up my clothing. "So I will just safekeep them here in
my room until your day's punishments are over. Now, you will
stand there until Sister comes. Understood?"

"Yes, Mrs. Cole," I answered dutifully, as if I wasn't
standing there completely nude.

And with that she went back into the classroom, closing the
door behind her, its sound echoing through the emptiness and
signaling the beginning of some more dreadful punishments for
me. Blessedly, the hallway was empty but I instinctively
placed both hands over my penis and scrotum, taking some small
comfort from this covering. The clock high on the wall showed
I had twenty minutes until the class change and all the
students seeing me completely naked in the hallway. But I was
sure I'd have to deal with Sister before that happened, which,
perversely, made me wish to see her even though I was going to
suffer badly when she did arrive. 

Which was only about five minutes later when the clicks of her
nun shoes preceeded her coming around the far corner of the
hallway. My heart froze when I saw the hard look of anger on
her face and the speed of her stride, which got her next to me
in no time.

"Get those hands away from your privates," she snarled. I
immediately did. She grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked
me around, tilting my head up to look at her.

"Are you just the worst boy ever?" she asked pulling my hair
hard for emphesis. Well? Are you?

"Yes, Sister."

Pulling my head this way and that she berated me. "Never in
all my years have I had a student misbehave while in the
middle of a punishment progression. Never! Only the most
recalcitrant boy would do it. And only the most severe
punishments and humiliations will suffice for such a
recalcitrant boy."

With that, she pulled me by my hair over to one wall. Pressed
my back up against it and pinned me there with her body. Then
she took hold of the very tip of the head of my penis with the
thumb and next two fingers of her left hand and stretched the
organ all the way out and then up. So she could give me a
penis spanking. With her right hand. Hard. All up and down the
shaft of my penis.

I tried to get away from her slapping hand but I could only
squirm helplessly as she had me completely trapped. So away
she spanked. In short order my penis was on fire and I was
yelping and crying, my voice echoing through the empty halls
and straight into every classroom. So that all the students
knew what was happening.

Sister just kept spanking away. Up and down, up and down,
carried away so by her anger that it didn't look like she was
ever going to stop. All I could do was yelp and cry louder and
louder as the burning pain got worse and worse. Finally she
did stop and once she freed my body from her hold I just
drooped against the wall, sobbing and cradling my spanked raw
penis in my hand. She took a minute to recover her own
composure before saying --

"Step away from that wall and get your hands away from your
privates.  Stand at attention, hands at your side." I obeyed
immediately. "This means, ofcourse, that the severity of the
punishment progression will have to be increased.
Substantially.  By how much will be a matter for the Faculty
Discipline Committee and I to decide. For now, come with me."

And she took hold of my ear and pulled me along double-quick.
Down the hall. Lucky for me the still empty hall, so no
students saw me being dragged by the ear while I was totally
naked, my blistered penis bouncing as I ran my legs to keep up
with sister's pace. Which took us all the way to the front
entrance hallway and straight into the school offices.

Where the three lay women office workers were. They all looked
up but were not in the least surprised to see a naked student
being dragged in by the ear. Sister stood me right in the
middle of the room. Let go of my ear and...

"Stand at attention, boy, hands at your side."

I did. Sister them turned to her secretary, MRS. PETERSON.

"Nancy, I have to call an emergency session of the F.D.C to
decide what to do about this terrible boy. While I do, will
you take him into the women's lounge and spank his bare butt
until the decision has been made?

"Yes, sister," she said rising from behind her desk. She
walked over to me and grabbed an experienced handful of my
hair.

"How you do so I leave to your discretion. Just make sure he
feels it."

"Of course, sister," she assured before pulling on my hair and
leading me out of the office, across the hall and into...