Punishment School Chapter 9
by The Pro from Dover
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copyright 2003 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 weekend past fast as I could blink and it was Monday
morning again.  I was facing the prospect of the worst
punishment I had yet received.  It was also the last I would
receive and I took great solace in the fact that if I
survived this I would be done and never have to face such a
thing again.  That was the rule here, a student could only
suffer one Progressive Punishment, usually because one was
all that was needed to cure the student of ever
transgressing again. Then all I had to do was outlast the
stigma and humiliation and finally fit in.  Other students
had done it and so would I.  With this, and the flat
inevitability of it all, fortifying me, I marched resolutely
to Sister's office.

I entered and Mrs. Peterson, Sister's lay secretary, gave me
a hard stare and a knowing smirk before ordering me to sit
quietly and wait for Sister to ask for me.  I did so
immediately and sat as still and quiet as I could.  A few
minutes passed and then the intercom on Mrs. Peterson's desk
buzzed.

"Go in now," Mrs. Peterson snarled.

I entered Siter's Office to find it a simple, even spartan
room.  Nearly monotone except for the splash of pink, furry
fabric laying folded on Sister's desk.  Where Sister worked
quietly.  She didn't stop or look up, letting me just sweat
with building anxiety.  After moments that seemed like
hours, Sister finally laid her pen down.  She fixed her
stern eyes on me.

"So," she began deliberately, "you've reached the last
punishment in your progression.  I trust you've learned your
lesson?"

"Yes, Sister," I barked.

"I'm sure you have, this time, and especially after what you
have to go through this morning.  Let's get started.  Strip
naked.

Without a thought's hesitation, I removed all my clothes
until I stood, yet again, fully naked in front of her.

"Put these PJs. on."

I grabbed the furry fabric.  Unfurlled it.  Slipped my legs
into their holes, my arms in theirs, pulled the top around
my chest and zipped it up.

"Stand back at attention," she ordered so she could get a
good look at me.  There was no mirror but I could visuallize
her view - I was covered from neck to toe in pink flannel
with little bunnies scampering all over them.  At my crotch
and across my backside there were panels secured by two
buttons at my hip joints and tips of my pelvis.  The air of
the room came in the sides of the flaps and tickeld my naked
skin underneath.

"Put this in your mouth. 

She handed me a baby's pacifier.  I stuck straight into my
mouth.

"Suck on it," she ordered.  I did.

"This is how the punishment will go.  I will walk you to
your homeroom.  Escort you inside.  To the front of the
class.  There you will unbutton the flap and let it down,
fully exposing your penis.  Holding your left hand behind
your back and continuing to suck on the pacifier you will
then masturbate yourself until you ejaculate onto the
classroom floor.  You will then button up the flap, clean up
your mess on the floor and take your seat.  You will then
proceed to your next class.  Upon entering you go straight
to the front of the room and wait until all the other
students are seated.  At that point you say to the teacher,
'I have been the worst kind of student and this is my
deserved punishment.  May I proceed with my masturbation?' 
After receiving permission, you do so.  Now, we realize
that, physiologically, it will not be possible for you to
actually ejaculate by the third and/or fourth time you
masturbate in a row.  That is why there is a back flap to
the PJs..  In the third and fourth classrooms you will
release the back flap as well as the front.  This will allow
the teacher to verify that you actually masturbated to
climax by observing your buttocks clinching.  Any
questions?"

"No, Sister."

"Good, then let's get on with it."


Down the main hallway I padded along, the rubber bottoms on
the PJs footsies scraping on the linoleum.  Sister walked
directly behind me.  I could only imagine how degraded I
looked to the adult workers we passed, covered neck to toe
as I was in that pink fabric with the little bunnies on
them, the two big flaps covering my scrotum and buttocks
screaming signs of what was going to happen to me. We turned
right down the hallway that lead to the door of my homeroom. 
It was closed.  Sister opened it.

I walked in and immediately felt the anticipating stares of
the my fellow homeroom students.  They knew what was coming
and they couldn't wait to see my humiliation. Sister
escorted me to the front of the classroom, where the Mrs.
Armbruster's desk has been moved back so there would be
plenty of room for me.  She left me there and joined Mrs.
Armbruster off to the side.

The moment had come.  There were no other preliminaries or
rituals to delay it.  I had to humiliate myself to my very
core.  Somehow finding the courage I forced myself into
action.  My trembling hands undid one of the flap's buttons. 
Then the other and the flap fell straight open, fully
exposing my scrotum, letting the cool room air blow across
my naked penis that was framed so shamefully by the pink,
furry fabric.  I did as I was told and bent my left arm
behind me, fixed my eyes on a point on the back wall, took
my penis in my right hand and started to masturbate.

What a sight I must have been.  An adolescent boy standing
in front of a room of his classmates, sucking on a pacifier
while wearing pink, childish PJs that had the front flap
open so he could masturbate himself.  While they watched.  

Tears of pure shame dripped from my eyes as I worked my
circumcised foreskin up and down the shaft of my penis. 
Flaccid to start, my constant, hard pumping had brought it
to stiffness despite the terrible humiliation I was
experiencing.  I pumped and pumped and cried and groaned in
shame while sucking on the pacifier to make sure it didn't
fall from my mouth.  Though I didn't look at them, I felt my
classmates' stares never waver a moment from the sight of me
masturbating furiously directly in front of them.  My body
shook with the effort I was putting forth.  I stroked harder
and faster, wanting more for the climax to come so I could
get this over with than not wanting it to come so they
wouldn't see me squirt.  This conflict of emotions was
keeping the climax away.  I worked my dick harder still.  A
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP sound filled the room as my forearm hit
against my pelvis.

Finally I felt that first tightening of my anus that
signaled orgasm was on its way.  
Relief that this first part of the punishment was going to
be over mixed with the horrible realization that my
classmates were soon to see me ejaculate to produce
whimperings of self-pity.  Then loud sobs as the climax got
closer and closer.  Louder and louder.  Closer. Louder.
Until. . .

A cry mixed equally of pain and pleasure escaped my clenched
teeth filled the room as I orgasmed.  My classmates watched
as sperm shot out my pee-hole and splattered onto the floor. 
I kept pumping and crying.  They kept watching.  Until my
penis was to slick with sperm and sweat for my to hold onto.

"Enough,"  Sister called out.  "Put both arms behind your
back and stand there."

I did.  My head dropped to my chin.  My body shook with the
orgasm's last tremors.  The last drops of sperm dripped from
my drooping penis.  I was too exhausted to care that my
classmates her watching me in this most abject state.  I
stood there for what seemed like hours waiting for. . .

"Button your flap,"  Sister ordered.  I did, blessedly so. 
She came up to me and handed me a cloth rag.  "Down on your
knees and clean up you mess."

I did being especially diligent, as if by wiping up every
drop of my sperm would make everyone forget what they saw
today sooner.  In short order there was no spunk left.

"Get up and take your seat."

I did, making myself as small as I could in my chair.  All
the students wanted to stare at me, make it as bad as
possible, but they didn't dare risk it and the punishment
that surely would ensue for them.

"You know what your are to do in your next class, don't you
boy?"  Sister demanded.

"Yes, Sister," I said immediately.

"See that you do.  Thank you, Mrs. Armbruster."

"No, thank you, sister."

I watched Sister go out the door and knew I had no choice
but to do this three more times.



I walked into my first class after homeroom and went right
to where the teacher's desk had been pushed back to wall to
make room for me.  Stood at attention until all the other
students had taken there seats.  Some of the students from
my homeroom had passed the word on as to what to expect and
expectations for seeing me completely humiliated ran high. 
The student's buzzed with mortifying whispers.

"Quiet!"  Mrs. Cole ordered.  The room went silent. "This
young man's punishment is a serious and solemn occasion and
each of you knows the rules. . .anyone showing any
disrespect for a progressive punishment moment will
immediately suffer the same punhisment as the miscreant
suffers."

That stiffled any thoughts of rebellion.  I took the silence
as my cue.

"I have been the worst kind of student and this is my
deserved punishment.  May I proceed with my masturbation,
Mrs. Cole?"

"You may," she responded ritually.

I put the pacifier back in my mouth, fortified myself with
the absolute that the sooner I did it the sooner it would be
over, undid the buttons and let the front flap fall open. 
Gasps escaped from all the students not in my homeroom at
seeing a young man's penis exposed in public.  I managed to
ignore them and put my left arm behind my back and take hold
of my penis with my right arm and then begin masturbating.


My forearm slapped loudest against my pelvis just before the
cry of pain and pleasure escaped my pacifier stuffed mouth
as I climaxed.  My sperm squirted out all over this linoleum
floor as my body shook with the culmination of the effort.

"He looks like my retard cousin when he gets all spassy," a
girl's voice squealed out uncontrollably.

The students all broke up with laughter.  The shame knifed
right into my heart.  My hand dropped off my penis and I
just stood there, exposed and dripping.

"Silence!"  Mrs. Cole bellowed. "Melinda Kern stand up this
minute."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Cole.  I didn't mean to. . ."

"Ofcourse you did," Mrs. Cole countered, "You're a willfull
girl who's been punished before for your misbehaving mouth. 
Now stand up this instant!"

Melinda did.  I look up and recognized her as the girl I saw
spanked in art class.

"Master Johnson, button up your flap and clean up your
mess."

I did both as quickly as possible.

"Take your seat.  Miss Kern you come up to the front of the
class. Now!" Realizing the big mistake she made but unable
to think of any way out of it, Melinda stood up slowly and
shakily made her way to the front of the class. "Turn around
and face the class you bad, bad girl.  The class that's
going to see you punished.  What warning did I issue before
Master Johnson's punishment?"  On first try Melinda couldn't
find the courage to respond. "What warning!" Mrs. Cole
bellowed like a drill seargent.

"That anyone showing any discrespect for the punishment
would receive the same as the miscreant," Melinda croaked
out.

"And what punishment did he receive?

"He had to masturbate until he squirted."

"Until orgasm," Mrs. Cole specified.  "And that means. . ."

"I must masturbate myself until orgasm," she blurted out,
going pale with the thought of it.

"Exactly," Mrs. Cole puncuated.  "So let's get on with it. 
Remove your blouse and skirt."  Melinda hesitated.  "Now!"

Trembling, Melinda obeyed.  I forgot all of my own
humiliation as I watched her unbutton and remove her blouse. 
Unbutton, unzip and remove her skirt.  I was transfixed by
the sight of this pretty young teenage girl standing in her
bra and panties.  Felt an excitement I didn't really
comprehend at seeing her head droop down in utter
humiliation.

"Now remove your panties."

With no alternative to this horrible prospect, Melinda
slipped her fingers in the band of her white panties and
pulled them down and stepped out of them.  I stared, with
everyone else, at her vagina, the fresh young slit just
beginning to be covered with a fuzz a hair.  Mrs. Cole let
her stand there for a full two minutes, let the humiliation
punish her to the max.

"Because you have nothing to squirt, you will turn your back
to the class so we can see your naked buttocks clench as
evidence of you orgasm.  Turn around now."

Melinda does.  We all stare at her round, white butt.

"Spread your legs."  She does.  "Masturbate yourself to
orgasm."

Bracing herself against Mrs. Cole's desk with her left hand,
Melinda brings her right hand to her crotch.  I had no idea
then how a girl masturbated or what she was doing with her
hand as her arm moved in a slightly circular motion.  I
heard you sobbing with the dreaded humiliation of it all. 
Looked around the classroom as some of the girls, who had
been more than happy to watch me, sniffed and sobbed in
sympathy with her.  On and on her arm worked, at what I
couldn't guess, but I watched with breathless intensity
anyway.  Then her sobs grew louder and whimpering "Nos"
escaped her lips as her body began to shake.  I knew all too
well how she felt.  All too well what was happening.

She was orgasming.  Her throat sounded out that agonizing
cry mixed of pain and pleasure and her buttocks clinched
together tight.  Her arm kept moving and her body kept
shaking with the strength of the orgasm until. . .

"Enough!" Mrs. Cole called.  Melinda stopped, used the desk
to keep herself from collapsing in shameful exhaustion.  She
wept abjectly.  "Turn around, young lady."  She did, giving
us all another view of her frontal nakedness.  "Redress
yourself."  She did, as quickly as possible.  "Now take
yourself to Sister Donald Marie's office and tell Mrs.
Peterson to have Sister call me here.  Now."  Melinda rushed
out of the room.

"Now we can get on with class." 


My forearm slapped against my exposed pelvic as I
masturbated my red, sore penis for the last time in front of
the last class of the morning.  I was physically exhausted
and mentally blank.  I didn't care about anything but
getting it over with so I ignored the actual pain I was in
from working so hard my inflamed member.  After three
straight masturbations in three hours my penis was numb and
not wanting to give me an orgasm.  So I worked it and worked
it, sweat coming off me and hitting the students closest too
me, who were so transfixed by the sight of my punishment
that they didn't notice.  Finally I felt that tightening in
my butthole that signal the climax was coming and my
punishment would be at an end.  Closer and closer it came
until. . .

I groaned and moaned through the pacifier in my mouth as I
climaxed.  There was not sperm left in me to squirt so the
teacher, Mrs. Simonson, was watching my exposed butt to see
if it clenched.  It did, I could feel it.  Finally I had no
more strength and just collapsed to the floor.

Mrs. Simonson, one of the nicer, kinder teachers, quickly
came down to me and buttoned up my front and back flaps.

"Jimmy, Ken, help me get him up."

The two boys obeyed immediately and held my up by both my
arms.

"Take him to the nurse's office and then report straight
back here."

"Yes, ma'am," they harmonized then helped my out of the
room.


I laid back on the couch in Nurse Stevens' office, sipping
on the water she gave me and finally relaxing for the first
time since I came to this place.  My punishment was over.  I
had made it.  Now I could look forward to seeing others
punished.  And I would, lots of them.