Jason Masters

This Could Be Heaven
Or This Could Be Hell

Kurt whimpered. He was in a very bad situation and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it, hence his whimpering.

During a free period, the First-Former had been unexpectedly 'kidnapped' by some older boys and dragged into the gymnastics change rooms. These were shared facilities, with both boys' and girls' lockers, used for a single gender during different periods.

Once inside the change room, the older boys, without explaining what they were doing or why they were doing it, roughly stripped Kurt naked, then gagged him and tied his hands behind his back, raised up between his shoulder blades, before tying his legs together at the knees and ankles. They then used a permanent marker to write something across the top of Kurt's bare bottom.

While one boy was writing on Kurt's butt, the other two put tennis balls into Kurt's hands and wrapped duct tape tightly around them all the way down to the wrists, securing Kurt's fingers to the balls. Until someone unwrapped the tape, Kurt's hands were useless, fingerless balls of tape.

Some of the lockers had broken locks and nobody really trusted them to keep valuables secure anyway, so they were usually only used to keep a change of clothes in and rarely locked. The older boys had opened a locker and pushed Kurt roughly into it before closing the door and latching it. It wasn't locked, but with his hands secured as they were, there was no way for Kurt to reach any part of the latching mechanism to release himself.

Kurt had caught a glimpse of female clothing in the locker as he was pushed inside. This gave him another reason to whimper. He was trapped inside a girl's locker, and the next period was a girls' gymnastics session!

At first, Kurt hoped that the girl whose locker this was wouldn't be at this gymnastics session and so he wouldn't be found there by the girls, naked, bound, gagged and completely at their mercy. Then he realised that it was very possible the older boys had no intention of coming back to release him even if he wasn't found, so being found by the girls might actually be the lesser of two evils.

Torn between two desires, Kurt waited and slowly realised that it didn't matter which of the two options he preferred since the choice probably wasn't his to make.

This realisation caused another whimper of fear from Kurt. The only way he would have a choice would be if the girl in whose locker he was now imprisoned did not open the locker, either because she was absent or because she had changed at home. If that was the case, Kurt would have a choice between remaining silent and risking spending a very long time trapped in that locker, or of making enough noise to attract attention so that he could be released, although that also meant his nakedness being displayed to whoever was in the room at the time.

And the people in the room would almost certainly be girls, thought Kurt. Senior girls, changing their clothes. Some might be in their lacy underwear. Some might be topless or, yes, even bottomless.

The second option suddenly became both less and more attractive as Kurt realised that he was feeling a familiar twitching in his groin. Kurt whimpered again. Why did it have to happen now, at the most inconvenient and embarrassing time possible?

Kurt mentally cursed himself. Why did he have to start thinking of the senior girls now? Especially thinking about their lacy underwear, their pert breasts… Kurt suddenly realised where this train of thought was leading and tried to cut it off, but the more you try not to think of something, the more you think about it. Besides, Kurt's penis seemed to have been paying full attention to his thoughts and as a result, was rapidly standing to attention.

Then came the noise Kurt was dreading. Girls' voices approaching the change room.

The girls arrived mostly all together, so that the room was rapidly filled with senior girls chattering about the usual things girls talk about when there are no boys present, as they began to change their clothes for the gym session.

One girl's voice approached the locker in which Kurt was trapped and, with no more warning, the door was jerked open.

"Oh, my gaaaawd!" The girl's astonished squeal only added to Kurt's embarrassment. Even worse, it was Fiona, a lovely blonde senior who Kurt had a particular crush on.

There was a clamor of anxious girls' voices from around the room, but Kurt barely heard them in his embarrassment. Fiona reached into the locker, took hold of Kurt's arm and, pulling the blushing lad out of the locker into the room, stated, "look at what somebody left me! A little present."

There were gasps followed by a shocked silence, then the room was filled with the squeals and giggles of around thirty amused senior girls.

"Oh, my god," came one voice, "he's got a stiffie!" Kurt's blush rapidly deepened.

Fiona pushed the shame-faced boy further into the room to give all of her friends a good look at him while she looked down to admire his small bottom. Then she squealed in laughter again.

Turning Kurt around, she said, "Look at what's written on his bottom! 'Spank Me!' What a good suggestion."

Kurt finally knew what the boys had written on his bottom, but the knowledge was far from comforting. It has been said that ignorance is bliss, and Kurt would have rather remained ignorant of this particular fact.

Fiona picked the bound boy up and carried him to a seat, stating as she did so, "He was found in my locker, so I get 'firsties' with him."

She sat down and put Kurt across her lap. Kurt wriggled and struggled but the combination of her greater strength with his strict bondage meant that it was ridiculously easy for her to control him. Kurt's bottom stayed in exactly the right position for a spanking.

Fiona was, of course, not heartless. She intended to have her fun, and allow her friends to have some fun too, but there were limits. "Two spanks each should be enough, I think," she said, thoughtfully but loud enough for everyone to hear her. "We don't want to be too rough on the little guy." She raised her hand.

'Smack.'

Kurt jumped and squeaked through the gag as the blow landed on his right buttock. It had definitely hurt, but not as much as he'd feared. Fiona was being gentle.

'Smack.'

This time, Kurt didn't jump as much when the slap came on his left buttock. Again, it hurt but wasn't unbearable.

"My turn," came the voice of another girl. Kurt looked up to see a redheaded senior girl leering down at him. He didn't like the look on her face. He had seen it before, in the faces of some bullies.

It seemed that Fiona also had her doubts. "Not too hard. He's only little," she admonished as the redhead sat down and draped Kurt over her lap.

'WHACK!'

Kurt howled into the gag. It had been a terrific blow, delivered with all the force of the redhead's arm. "Hey!" came Fiona's indignant voice, "I said 'not too hard!'" Kurt felt the redhead jerk and looked over his shoulder blinking through his involuntary tears to see Fiona holding the wrist of the redhead's upraised arm which had been about to deliver the second blow.

"No more!" said Fiona, angrily. "That was at least equal to four. Your turn is over!" The redhead scowled angrily and began to argue but the other girls quickly informed her, in no uncertain terms, that she was in a minority of one. Wisely, she decided to concede, although not without offering the excuse, "My boyfriend loves it when I spank him that hard!" Fiona's pointed reply shut her up. "Your boyfriend is seventeen!"

The rest of the girls were gentler. It hurt. There was no doubt that it hurt. Kurt cried and wriggled as his bottom became redder and redder with every girl who spanked him, but throughout it all he could still recognise that all of the girls were being gentler with him than they could have been. Only the redhead had been really cruel.

Once the last girl had taken her turn with him and Kurt was crying for real, he was allowed a moment to rest before Fiona announced, "Well, I think our little pet has been very good to us. He deserves a reward, don't you think?" Without waiting for an answer, Fiona stood up and, amid gasps and giggles from the other girls, took off her top. Kurt stared in disbelief as her lacy bra came into view.

Teasingly, Fiona reached behind her back and slowly unhooked her bra. Kurt swallowed hard, his sore bottom forgotten. This couldn't be really happening, could it?

Fiona's bra came off, revealing her pert breasts with the brown aureoles framing her perky nipples. Kurt's mind was in a whirl. His penis was so stiff, it almost hurt. Fiona sat down, placed Kurt in her lap and put one arm around his chest to hold him still. "Look all you want, sweetie," she cooed at him. "You've been a bad little boy and you've been spanked; now you're being a good little boy so here's your reward."

Kurt was still unable to take in the reality of what was happening, even when Fiona's hand encircled his straining erection and squeezed, just hard enough. Kurt could only manage a small gurgle in his throat in response, although even Kurt could not have said whether it was in protest or in invitation. He stared at Fiona's bare breasts in erotic fascination as they wobbled close to his face while she began to work on his straining cock.

The description of what Fiona did next would, probably, not be nearly as satisfying as imagining it. Suffice to say that she knew exactly how to please a boy, and she used that knowledge on Kurt until he was exceedingly well 'pleased', the evidence of his pleasure bringing admiring squeals from the appreciative audience.

Kurt was still in post-orgasmic bliss as Fiona began to untie him. "Where the heck are his clothes?" questioned Fiona, casting a look around the room. "Oh," she said, in amusement, "I might have guessed." Kurt followed her gaze and saw his clothes sitting on top of Fiona's locker, some way toward the back and not very noticeable.

Once Kurt was free, he was allowed to dress. Fiona still hadn't bothered to cover her tits and Kurt had difficulty in not staring at them. He might as well have indulged himself by this point, but old habits die hard.

"What's keeping you girls?" came the shout of the Games-Mistress. The girls gasped and Fiona bundled Kurt into her locker again, pushing the door closed without latching it, in case the teacher decided to come in. A half-plausible excuse for the delay was shouted back and the girls changed in a hurry, then left for their gym class.

Just before she left, Fiona leaned close to her locker and said, "Don't get any ideas, sweetie. This was a once-off." Then she, too, left the room.

Kurt waited a minute after they all left before pushing the unsecured locker door open and leaving too; by the hallway door, not the door into the gym.

He was late for his next class.

The End