Taught a Lesson

Taught a Lesson 7 & 8

By Nevergrowup
nevergrowup2015@hotmail.com

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Part 7

The weekend seemed to fly by very quickly. Connor for his part had kept a very low profile throughout, spending most of the time in his bedroom, keeping well out of the way of his sister and her friends, until they went home, as well as avoiding his younger sister and his mother, which he had managed to accomplish with the exception of meal times; these had proven to be really awkward with both of his sisters staring at him and grinning making him feel very uncomfortable.

Soon it was late Sunday afternoon and Connor was preparing his schoolbag for the following day; he really wasn’t looking forward to Monday one iota, in fact he was absolutely dreading it. He wondered whether he could pull a sickie and not have to go to school at all, but then decided that he was already in enough trouble and if his mother found out he was feigning illness then he would probably end up being grounded for the rest of the year.

After dinner Connor went back to his room where he remained for the rest of the evening. He was in bed by 9 o’clock and lay under his duvet thinking about what could possibly happen when he got to school the following morning. He conjured up a number of possibilities in his mind, none of which he liked, indeed each scenario he thought of seemed even worse than the previous one; finally, after what seemed an eternity he closed his eyes and drifted off into a very uneasy sleep.

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The next morning Connor awoke very early and as he had done a few days earlier; he was up, dressed, breakfasted and out of the house before any of his family had surfaced. He didn’t want to bump into anyone else, particularly Kirsten. He made his way slowly to school, but still arrived far earlier than he had ever done before. He waited outside the gates and watched as other students arrived and made their way inside.

After about twenty minutes he noticed Nathan walking towards the entrance and called out to him. Nathan joined him and they chatted together as they waited for Tom to arrive; who duly appeared a few minutes later. All three boys spoke earnestly, looking quite concerned with serious expressions on their face as they glanced around them.

Connor suddenly froze; out of the corner of his eye he could see his sister and her friends heading along the road, approaching the school gates. He certainly didn’t want to have any type of conversation or interaction with any of the girls after what had happened two days ago.

“Come on,” he said to Nathan and Tom, “let’s get inside.” The three boys headed through the school gates and made their way round to the grass area which was close by to their class registration room. Here they waited for the bell to sound so that they could go inside.

The three of them sat nervously in their registration room, expecting at any moment to be told to report to the Headmaster’s office, but to their surprise nothing happened. The bell sounded for the start of the first lesson which was English, followed by Geography. By mid-morning break the three boys seemed much happier; all of them; Connor in particular had been dreading school on Monday, but everything seemed to be proceeding as normal. Their next lesson was double woodwork which all of the boys really enjoyed; they were each making a CD rack, Connor had proved to be quite skilful with his hands and had earnt praise from his woodwork teacher which for him to receive any compliments was a very rare occurrence.

The bell sounded for lunch and the three of them made their way to the canteen, they bought their lunch and sat down at their usual table, at the back near the window. They were happily munching away and chatting with each other about their plans for half-term week which was coming up at the end of the month.

“Oh crap!” exclaimed Connor. Nathan and Tom looked up and smiled as they watched Connor scraping tomato ketchup off the front of his now not so white shirt, succeeding in making a small blob into a much larger smear.

“We ought to have got you a bib,” said Nathan laughing; “you are such a messy eater sometimes.”

They finished their lunch and were going to go outside and kick a ball around, but it had started to rain and so they decided to head for the library instead. They had only gone a few paces inside when a voice called out; “and where do you think you three are going?”

The boys stopped and turned to see Miss Wilkinson, the school librarian approaching them.

“I’m afraid boys that the library is now out of bounds to all three of you after last Friday’s little episode,” she announced, “so you had better find somewhere else to get up to your mischief.”

Connor, Nathan and Tom went bright red in the face and quickly made their way out of the library, along the corridor and outside into the area underneath the music block. It was still raining but at least they had somewhere to shelter.

The enjoyable morning and the hilarity of lunch had somehow evaporated and instead all three of them were standing together in silence looking anxious again.

Finally, Tom broke the deadlock; “banned,” he said, shaking his head. Nathan and Connor gazed at him and frowned, suddenly things were not looking as rosy as they had earlier.

For the next twenty minutes or so they leaned against the wall of the music block in almost complete silence, a silence that was broken by the bell sounding for afternoon registration. As they entered their classroom they were greeted by Mrs Gleeson, their form teacher; “Maynard, Adams, Robinson,” she snapped looking far from happy; “please report to the Headmaster’s office immediately.” The expressions on the boys’ faces changed to looks of fear as they made an abrupt about-turn and headed off in the direction of the Headmaster’s office.

As they arrived, so Miss Peter’s, the School Secretary was just leaving the Headmaster’s office. She glanced at them disparagingly and waved her right hand at the visitors’ chairs situated in the corridor; “Take a seat,” she said; “Mr Trimble will call you in when he is ready for you.” The three boys sat down without saying a word and stared ahead of them, remaining in total silence.

After what seemed like a lifetime, but in reality, was only around a quarter of an hour the door to Mr Trimble’s office opened and the boys were asked to step inside.

As soon as they did so, they noticed that their mothers were present and each of them took a sharp intake of breath. From previous experience each of them knew that if their mothers were involved then the outcome wasn’t looking good for any of them. As they glanced at their mothers the expressions on their faces told them that they really were in deep trouble this time; if looks could kill they would each be lying prostrate on the floor by now.

“Well boys,” began Mr Trimble, “this does seem to be getting rather repetitive; as all three of you have previously stood before me, and indeed have also had your mothers present. Your misdemeanours have continued to mount up and have caused no end of problems for staff and students. After the last time you stood before me I really thought you would have learned your lesson, but it appears not. To say I am disappointed would perhaps be the understatement of the year. Do you have anything to say for yourselves?”

The three boys looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and said almost simultaneously; “We’re sorry Mr Trimble, it won’t happen again.”

Mr Trimble stared at the boys and shook his head in disbelief. “I’m afraid boys that I really do not accept what you are saying, and to be perfectly frank with you I find your apology to be nothing more than shallow. Miss Wilkinson has told me exactly what happened on Friday, and I have to say I find your conduct to be completely unacceptable. I have discussed this with your mothers and they are as disgusted with you as I am.”

Connor glanced sheepishly at Nathan and Tom and for the first time began to realise that maybe this time they had really overstepped the mark. Connor thought back to last Friday when the three of them had used their study period to do some research using one of the new computers in the school library; unfortunately their idea of research had not met with that of Miss Wilkinson’s, and at the precise time she had happened to be doing a walk around the library’s resource section she had discovered them gazing at the computer screen, their eyes transfixed on two rather busty naked females engaging in a rather erotic fantasy.

Connor had never heard a member of staff swear before and had himself been quite surprised when Miss Wilkinson had used the “F” word. He wondered whether he should say anything, but looking at the expression on the Headmaster’s face decided that whatever he said was unlikely to have any influence on the proceedings, so he decided to keep quiet about it.

Mr Trimble continued; “Your mothers and I have had a very in-depth discussion about your behaviour and have come to the conclusion that any of the normal punishments that are available would not have any effect on you whatsoever. We have therefore agreed that in view of your continuing bad behaviour we are going to have to try something new and completely radical, something in fact that has never been implemented before, and a punishment that I never expected to have to use. However your mothers and I are in complete agreement regarding this, and feel it is absolutely necessary.

Connor, Nathan and Tom exchanged glances; they didn’t like the sound of this. They had been expecting to receive a telling off and maybe a suspension, but from what they had just heard their punishment was going to be much worse then any of them had expected.

“I am not going to reveal your punishment this afternoon,” Mr Trimble continued, “however I can say that it is going to have far reaching consequences in terms of the levels of punishment that this school has been required to deliver in the ten years that I have been Headmaster. I have consulted with the Chair of Governors and he supports the action that is being taken. I will therefore see all three of you boys, along with your mothers in my office at 8.30am tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you Mr Trimble,” said Mrs Adams, “I am so sorry that my son has caused so much trouble. We will see you in the morning.” Mrs Robinson and Mrs Maynard both thanked the Headmaster for his time and with that three very worried looking boys and their mothers left the Headmaster’s office and headed for their respective homes.

Part 8

As they drove home, Connor sat in complete silence waiting for his mother to explode. He had glanced at her briefly just after they drove out of the school gates and it didn’t take a genius to work out that she wasn’t the slightest bit happy with this latest escapade. This was the second time in the last fortnight that he had been driven home from school by his mother following an appearance in the Headmaster’s office. On that occasion after they had got home he had undergone a particularly embarrassing and painful spanking at the hands of his two younger sisters, a punishment that his mother had allowed them to administer on her behalf. He was now very worried that he may suffer a similar fate, or maybe worse this time.

After what seemed like an eternity his mother finally spoke;

“Well Connor, you seem to be turning into some sort of sex mad pervert.”

Connor was shocked at what his mother had just said, and stared at her, his face turning scarlet.

His mother continued; “First you are caught peering through the window of the girls’ changing room as the girls are showering, then you spy on Kirsten and her friends in her bedroom, and now you are found using the school computer to watch pornography. I think you should be ashamed of yourself.”

Connor opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again, having thought better of it. He decided instead that his best option was not to say anything but just let his mother give him a good telling off. That way he hoped that by the time they got home she would have got all the anger out of her system and calmed down. The journey from school to home usually only took around 10 minutes, however thanks to some roadworks, and then getting stuck behind a lorry delivering a skip, it took twice as long. Throughout the journey Connor continued to be berated by his mother. Finally, they pulled into the driveway, Connor letting out a huge sigh of relief. Mrs Maynard opened the front door and they entered.

“Go upstairs to your room,” she instructed, “you are to remain there until I tell you to come down again. Melanie, Peter, Sally and Jennifer are coming around for tea; and thanks to your latest indiscretion I am now all behind in my preparations.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” asked Connor brightly, seeing an opportunity to try and appease his mother.

“Yes,” she replied bluntly; “you can keep out of my way.”

Connor looked reproachfully at his mother; there was no talking to her when she was in this type of mood, so he picked up his schoolbag and quickly made his way upstairs. He hurled his bag into the corner and threw himself down onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling he let out a deep breath, “shit,” he muttered.

As he lay there, all sorts of thoughts went through his head; on the last two occasions he had messed up, both very recently, he had received a spanking. He certainly didn’t want to be given another one; he had gone several years without having his backside tanned, but had now been punished twice in the last week or so. Once his father found out what he had been up to he fully expected that this would again be the outcome. He stared harder at the ceiling. “Shit, shit, shit.”

After about half an hour Connor glanced at his watch; half past three, it wouldn’t be long before Kirsten and Jemma would be home from school, then no doubt he would be subjected to more comments from his sisters once they discovered he had got himself into trouble again. He slung his legs over the side of the bed and was about to get up to go to the bathroom when his bedroom door opened and his mother appeared. She seemed to have calmed down considerably, but still had a very stern look on her face.

“Connor,” she said, “I have just been speaking with your father.”

A look of fear and trepidation spread across Connor’s face, and the colour seemed to visibly drain from it.

“To say he was furious would be an understatement,” his mother continued. “It’s a good thing for you that he is working away at the moment, otherwise I think you would find it difficult to sit down for a month. He is going to have a serious talk with you when he does get back.”

Connor swallowed hard, he still remembered the previous spanking he had received from his Dad after the greenhouse incident, and that was over three years ago. He was suddenly extremely grateful that his father wouldn’t be home that evening.

“Now,” said his mother; “your father and I have discussed your punishment and both of us are of the opinion that due to the seriousness of this latest incident and the growing frequency that they seem to be occurring, that you deserve to receive a sound spanking.”

Connor’s heart sank, as he looked miserably at his mother with tears beginning to well up in his eyes. Noticing her son’s distress, she carried on;

“However, your father and I have considered an alternative form of punishment which will not involve a spanking, but will none-the-less ensure that you are disciplined and taken down a peg or two.”

Connor’s expression changed to one of surprise, he certainly hadn’t expected this. Using his shirt sleeve to wipe his tears across his face he sniffed and stared quizzically at his mother.

“S-so you are saying I can opt for this alternative punishment and I won’t receive a spanking?” he asked, his voice quavering a little and still sounding very unsure.

“That is correct,” confirmed his mother. “You may not enjoy the alternative, but then it is part of life’s learning curve, and if you are going to keep getting yourself into trouble then I’m afraid you will have to put up with the consequences. So, what it is it to be?”

Connor deliberated for a moment, whatever this alternative punishment was, surely it couldn’t be as bad, or as painful as a spanking he decided.

“I’ll agree to the alternative,” he announced.

“Very well,” said his mother, “seeing as how you have such a fixation with looking at girls with no clothes on, you have just agreed to be naked yourself. You will remove your clothes from the time you get in from school each afternoon and will only get dressed again just before you leave for school in the morning. You will do this every day for the rest of this week, and you will remain totally naked for the whole of the weekend.

Connor’s eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped; “B-b-but Mum you can’t make me do that,” he stuttered, “that would mean me being naked in front of Kirsten and Jemma every day.” The very thought of which horrified him.

“You agreed to being punished in this way,” replied his mother, “it was your decision, now take your clothes off and come downstairs. If you are not stripped and down with me in the kitchen within the next ten minutes then I will assume that you have changed your mind and you can have a spanking instead.”

With that she gave Connor a half smile and walked out of the bedroom, and headed downstairs, leaving Connor open-mouthed and gaping like a fish.”

It took a few moments for the reality of what his punishment was to entail to sink in. His mother was right, he had agreed to it and now he had to decide whether to actually go through with it, or whether to accept a spanking instead.

“Five minutes and counting,” his mother called up to him.

Still seated on his bed Connor slowly reached down and undid his shoelaces, before loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt; “damn. This was going to be really embarrassing,” he muttered to himself.

Janet Maynard put her head out of the kitchen and was about to shout that there was ‘one minute left,’ when she saw a naked, rather subdued Connor walking towards her, his hands down in front of his groin.

“Ah, at least,” she declared, “good, but you can take your hands away and put your arms down by your side, there’ll be no covering up.”

Connor stared at his mother, and realising that there was not going to be any way around it, reluctantly did as he was told, dropping his hands, and in doing so revealing his soft penis and curly pubes to his mother.

“There that wasn’t difficult was it?” she remarked.

Connor shook his head, at the same time blushing profusely.

“Kirsten and Jemma will be home soon, so please go and set the table for tea,” said his mother.

Connor scowled; that was all he needed, his two sisters arriving home and making fun of him. He was about to walk past his mother into the kitchen when she stopped him.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“To set the table for tea like you just asked me to,” said Connor, looking confused.

“We will need to have the big table laid in the dining room for tonight,” explained his mother; “not the one in the kitchen, don’t forget that Melanie, Peter, Sally and Jennifer are coming over as well.”

Connor stared at his mother in panic – Melanie was his Mum’s sister and Peter, Sally and Jennifer his cousins. Peter was eleven, and Sally and Jennifer were 13-year-old twins.

“B-b-but Mum,” he gasped, “they’re going to see me naked.”

“That’s right, they will,” replied his mother smiling, “now run along and set the table, then you can come and peel some onions for me.”

This was turning into an absolute nightmare. He was beginning to wish now that he had just gone for the spanking option; he couldn’t believe that his aunt and cousins were going to see him without anything on. This really was going to be the most humiliating moment of his entire life; how he wished the floor would open and swallow him up.

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