Punishment School Chapter 8 by The Pro from Dover bigtx1n@hotmail.com copyright 2002 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 women's lounge. The outer room with the couch and chair, not the inner one where the toilets and sinks were. "Stand straight there boy," she commanded, letting go of my hair. So she could lock the door back to the hall. I stood at attention automatically, knowing I was in the deepest trouble already and not wanting to make it any worse. I kept at attention as Mrs. Peterson walked past me into the room and over to the couch. Where she proceeded to undress! I couldn't believe, and certainly didn't understand why, she was doing it. But doing it she was. First her blouse came off, then her skirt. Leaving her standing in her full support bra and mature woman's panties. Then the bra came off, letting her very enormous, stretch marked breasts hang loose. The panties then followed, down and off, revealing a triangle of thick grey/black hair between her legs. I stared in adolescent horror at this fifty plus old woman standing naked in front of me. Far from aroused, her nakedness made me feel much more humilated for being naked and vaguely terrified at the sight of so much gross feminity. Especially when she came right up next to me, her warm flesh rubbing against mine as she took me by the ear and led me over to the hard, wide chair. Where she sat down before pulling me to her side. So that I looked straight down on her ancient(to my young eyes) nude body. "Get yourself over my knee, boy." Knowing I could do nothing to avoid it, I slowly lowered myself down and across her naked knees. An Oedipean shudder went through me as my naked skin pressed down onto hers, especially when my spanked raw penis rubbed across her thighs. My feet left the ground and my weight rested completely on her legs. She positioned me just right so that the bottoms of her large, pendulous breasts touched my back, worsening my humiliation. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back to keep me from moving during the punishment. Then she began to spank me. Hard. With a hand that was obviously very practised at spanking young bare bottoms, since it was finding every inch of already blistered flesh. On and on she spanked, the seconds stretching into minutes. Minute after minute until the minutes felt like hours. I yellped and groaned at the pain but it did nothing to stop her merciless hand. And worse yet, each spank of her hand made her breasts rub against my back and my penis move against her thigh. I had no idea how long the spanking lasted but it seemed like forever until... There came a firm rap of knuckles on the door. "It's time, Nancy," came Sister's voice from the other side. "Yes, sister," Nancy replied. "Get up on your feet boy." I got my feet back under me and stood up, not even thinking about rubbing my burning buttocks. She stood up in front of me, giving me a last look at her nakedness. "Well that was just a start to the severe punishments a bad boy like you is going to get. I hope what you get teaches you to behave." "Yes, ma'am," I answered up smartly. "After I've gone into the toilets you go out and join Sister in the hall." "Yes, ma'am." She picked up her clothes and disappeared into the toilets. Finding the courage from somewhere, I walked to the door, unlocked it, opened it and... Walked straight out to face Sister Donald Marie. "The FDC and I have come to a conclusion about what punishment is appropriate for you. Let's go." She took hold of my ear and pulled me down the hall toward the faculty meeting and break rooms, areas normally forbidden to students. Up to the door marked "Faculty Assembly Room," which she opened with her free hand and... Led me inside. It was a medium sized room built like a miniature amphitheater - rows of seats proceeding down to a open stage. Where a permanent oblong table was. At the table sat five TEACHERS, two men and three women, who made up the Faculty Discipline Committee. They were all teachers from the grades above me and I had never met or seen them. They certainly were seeing all of me, as Sister led me down to stand before them stark naked. Automatically I stood at rigid attention, giving them all full sight of my exposed penis and scrotom. "Master Johnson," spoke the male teacher who sat at the center of the table, obviously the committee chairman, "do you realize the severity of the situation facing you?" "Yes, sir," I answered smartly. "I suppose you do...now. So you also now understand that the increase in the severity of your punishments is necessary?" "Yes, sir." "And that incease is going to come in the form of increased humiliation. To that end, the punishment you were going to receive in front of this committee - masturbation by Sister Donald Marie until you ejaculated - has been changed to you masturbating yourself, in full view of all of us, until you ejaculate into a recepticle. And then, from that recepticle, you will taste and swallow all of your own sperm. Then, next Monday, instead of being masturbated in the homeroom, you will masturbate yourself in the homeroom and in every subsequent class you attend until lunch. Understood?" "Yes, sir." The words were understood but not really comprehended. Masturbating myself in front of others, swallowing my own sperm. Just when I thought things could not be worse they became so. "Then let us proceed," the chairman said solemnly, "Sister." Sister Donald Marie then produced a largish, shallow glass dish, like something out of the chemistry lab. "Left arm behind your back," she ordered. I complied. She took hold, bent it at the elbow and forced my wrist up my spine, arching me backwards and pushing me forward so that I was touching the table with my thighs. Then she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled up and back. "Now take hold of your penis and masturbate yourself until you ejaculate." I reached down and took hold of my flacid member with the thumb and next two fingers of my right hand and began to masturbate. Or at least tried to, as my limp penis was almost impossible to keep hold of. Desperately I worked it, sweating and straining, not thinking at all about the men and women watching me because that would've just kept me soft. Finally the friction and stimulation did its inevitable job on the appropriate nerves and my penis stiffened. I worked it hard, knowing that, the faster I ejaculated, the faster it would be over. I closed my eyes in shame and concentration. Sister immediately jerked by head back. "Keep those eyes open, boy. I want you looking right at those who are watching you masturbate." I instantly complied. Looking at them while they watched me made me sob with humiliation - but I kept on beating off. Harder. Desperately. Until I felt those first tinglings of the approaching climax in my anus. "Oh God no," I cried out involuntarily, knowing there was no way I was going to prevent six men and women from watching my sperm shoot out of my young manhood. Moans croaked from my throat and tears trickled from my eyes as the climax got closer and closer and closer. My whole body began to quiver then shake right before - I climaxed! And I cried that horrible mixture of pleasure and shame as the sperm shot out of my dick hole. I kept working it until my hand couldn't hold on to my slick penis any longer. At that point Sister brought my right arm back to meet my left and pushed me further toward the table so that every last drop of spunk dripped from my quivering body into the glass dish. I sagged against Sister's grip on my arms. "Now what do you have to do, young man?" the chairman asked. "I asked you a question boy." "Answer him," Sister ordered, shaking me. "I have to taste and then swallow my sperm," I managed to croak out before breaking into sobs of self pity. "Mrs. Johnson, will you assist Sister and I?" the chairman asked as he rose and came around the table. "Certainly, Mister Chairman," said the handsome woman in her late forties as she joined the chairman standing next to me. "Take hold of his head firmly," the chairman instructed and Mrs. Johnson complied with by putting one hand on top of my head and one hand behind my head at the base of the skull and squeezing. Sister at that point let go of my arms and stepped away but I couldn't see where to or what she was doing. The chairman picked up the glass dish with my sperm in it. Brought it right up to my mouth. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," the chairman ordered. But I just couldn't, I couldn't. So I didn't. "Do it now, boy!" I still couldn't. "You're right, Sister, this boy is incorrigible. Let's give him a special spanking to make him more obedient." He put down the sperm dish. "Bend him over, Mrs. Johnson. She forced by head down until it touched the table top, which bent me over completely. "Spread your legs, boy," the chairman commanded. I did. He leanded over my back and then I felt his rough skinned, beefy male hands on my butt, one on each of my cheeks. I tried to recoil in heterosexual horror but Mrs. Johnson held firm to my head. He spread my but cheeks. Wide. So wide it hurt. I opened my eyes to see what was going to happen to me now and I got an upside down picture of Sister swinging the double overed leather belt off my uniform trousers with all her strength an instant before - The end of it hit right on my stretched tight anus. I screamed out in pain and bucked forward but both the chairman and Mrs. Johnson held me in place. For Sister to belt spank my butthole again. And again. And again. Twenty-five times. Until I was a crying, pleading for mercy mess. "Are you going to do as your ordered now, boy?" the Chairman quizzed. "Yes, sir," I blubbered out. "Let's see. Stand him up, Mrs. Johnson. She did. "Arms at you side." I obeyed. "Open your mouth and stick your tongue out." I did. "Further." I stuck it out as far as it would go. The chairman brought the dish up and poured a glop of sperm right onto my tongue. It had no real flavor, just a wierd, warm, gelatinous feel and saltiness. I nearly gagged but didn't. "Bring it into your mouth and swallow it." Somehow I did and without throwing up. To my greatest relief, the chairman put the dish back on the table. It was over - for now. Mrs. Johnson let go of my head. They both went and sat down on the other side of the table. I just stood there at naked attention. "For the last leg of your punishment," the chairman began, "you will report to Sister's office first thing Monday morning. There you will redress yourself in the appropriate uniform. . .one piece P.Js. with a large button held flap covering the crotch. Then you will proceed to your homeroom. Upon entering your homeroom, you will proceed to the front of the room. At the teacher's signal you will drop down the flap on the pajamas and masturbate yourself until you ejaculate. You will repeat this at the beginning of every subsequent class before lunch. At lunch you will report back to Sisters office to redress and your punishment will be concluded. Understood?" "Yes, sir." "Then get your clothes back on and get out." I did.