Taught a Lesson

Taught a Lesson 17 & 18

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 17

Connor opened his eyes and stared at his clock; 6.20am. He lay there under his duvet, his mind focussing on yesterday’s events and particularly what had happened the previous evening at home. He wondered for a moment whether it had all been a figment of his imagination, with him being naked and having his cock fondled and rubbed by the girl of his dreams. It all seemed so surreal, yet wonderful; fantastic even, that of all the girls he had fantasised over the one he had drooled over most over the last year or so had actually been the one to play with his cock and make him cum. “Fuck,” he thought to himself, and a smile appeared on his face, “that was just so awesome.”

As he contemplated this, his mind went into overdrive; Stacey had said it was amazing when he shot his cum all over himself, so she must have been really excited to watch him do it. For him the experience was also amazing and was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. All of a sudden, he sat up in bed, it was as though a lightbulb had switched on inside his head; he had just come up with the most incredible notion. Would Stacey wank him off again? She liked seeing him cum, he had enjoyed the very pleasurable experience of her fingers running up and down the shaft of his cock; so, it was a win-win situation all round. Maybe there was something to being naked all the time after all.

He lay back on his pillow and reflected back over the last couple of days; he was naked in front of the whole school; all the girls could look at his cock and balls; they could see he had pubes and after yesterday they knew he was sexually able, having watched him shoot his cum; they were also all able to touch him. “Fuck,” he uttered, why had it taken him two days to realise this; he was now looking at his punishment in a completely different light. Instead of being embarrassed by being touched, he should in reality be loving it. He closed his eyes and made up his mind that for the remainder of his naked time at school he was going to let as many girls as possible get their hands on his cock.

Connor dozed for a while enveloped in a happy, contented semi-consciousness, until his alarm woke him up. He stretched, rubbed his eyes, threw back his duvet and jumped enthusiastically out of bed. He showered, got dressed and went down to breakfast. He was the first one down and was already eating his cereal when his mother appeared.

“Morning Connor,” she said.

“Hi mum,” Connor replied cheerfully, greeting his mother with a smile.

Mrs Maynard looked a little surprised at Connor’s cheery greeting which was most unusual for that time of the morning. She was about to comment on this when Jemma and Kirsten came bounding into the kitchen.

“Hi mum,” shouted Kirsten, and then noticing her brother was present she commented; “Hi Connor, it’s nice of you to join us for breakfast this morning.”

“Morning Kirsten, morning Jemma,” Connor replied, “well as I was clearly missed by you all yesterday morning, I thought I should make an extra special effort today,” he said grinning at his sisters.

Kirsten for once was completely taken aback at her brother’s response, and stared at her mother, who looked equally bemused and just shrugged her shoulders.

Breakfast as it turned out was quite a unique affair; usually it centred around Jemma and Kirsten chatting away to their mother, with Connor saying nothing. Today however Connor was participating fully in the conversation, smiling and sounding exceptionally cheerful, much to the complete bewilderment of everybody else.

“May I leave the table please?” Connor asked his mother.

“Yes dear of course,” she replied.

Connor got down from the table, washed and dried his breakfast things and then headed upstairs to get his schoolbag and coat, returning a few minutes later.

“Goodbye mum,” he stated, placing a kiss on his startled mother’s cheek. “Bye Jemma, have a good day at school; bye Kirsten, see you at school later,” he asserted, smiling at his sister before heading out to the hall, leaving his mother and two sisters staring after him open mouthed. He undid the front door, stepped outside and pulled it shut behind him.

“Well,” said Mrs Maynard to Kirsten, “what on earth has got into your brother?”

Kirsten continued to be dumbstruck and was totally lost for words; especially when Connor said he would see her at school later. He usually avoided her like the plague, and why was he suddenly being so cheerful; she frowned, this was very baffling indeed.

Connor made his way to school; it was a beautiful bright morning; the sun was already providing some warmth and the sky was a brilliant blue without a cloud to be seen. Connor took a couple of deep breaths; he was very happy, in fact he was happier than he had been in a long time. It was as though the cloudless sky was mirroring his own feelings, and that the dark clouds that had hung over him over the past few days had somehow lifted and disappeared, giving him a whole new perspective on life. For the first time in ages he was actually feeling very good about himself, as though the weight of the world had been raised from his shoulders.

He arrived at the school entrance and sat himself down on the bench just inside the gates to wait for Tom and Nathan to arrive. He didn’t have long to wait and soon the three boys were in the school sick bay taking their clothes off in readiness for another day of nakedness. This time however Connor was looking forward to it. Tom and Nathan both noticed a change in their friend’s attitude. He was far more cheerful and seemed to exude an atmosphere of happiness.

They completed morning registration and negotiated their way through the corridors to their first lesson of the day which was history. As usual the boys found themselves being touched by pupils passing them, heading in the opposite direction. Having their cocks and balls felt was becoming a fairly regular occurrence which they all accepted as part of their punishment. For Connor though, this was now no longer a punishment but a pleasure.

As they stood outside the classroom waiting for their teacher to arrive, so the girl standing ahead of Connor in the queue turned and looked at him; she smiled, reached out her hand and started to play with his cock and balls. Connor looked back at her and returned her smile without a hint of embarrassment. As she continued to manipulate his cock so it began to respond and grow bigger in her hand.

“Oooh,” she cooed softly with delight as Connor’s cock became fully hard as she stroked it. Connor let out a little groan of satisfaction, enjoying the sensation being generated by the girl’s touch. He could feel himself starting to build towards that familiar feeling, however the sound of Miss Webber’s voice telling them to go inside the classroom caused the girl’s hand to detach itself from around Connor’s cock. Still sporting a boner Connor went inside and sat at the back next to Nathan.

“Phew! That was lucky,” Nathan muttered; “another minute and you would have had some cleaning up to do, not to mention having to explain to Miss Webber why you were late for her lesson.”

Connor stared at Nathan and realised that his friend was absolutely right, and that whilst he was no longer concerned about being touched, he needed to ensure that his cock didn’t rule his head; if he was going to let a girl wank him off then it needed to be at the right time and in the right place, otherwise he could end up in more trouble.

History was as usual fairly uneventful. As Tom put it; “everything we learn about has already happened, nothing is going to change as a result of talking about it, so what is the point of telling us?”

Maths followed history, which of course meant the boys splitting up, with Tom and Nathan heading off to one classroom and Connor to another. Because of a broken window in his usual classroom, which for once had nothing to do with Connor, the lesson was held in the resources centre adjacent to the library. This was right next to the recreation area where Connor had agreed to meet Tom and Nathan at morning breaktime. The maths lesson seemed to fly by very quickly, and when the buzzer sounded Connor was one of the first to leave and was outside in the recreation area in no time at all.

Even though this was the third day of his naked punishment he was still attracting crowds of girls, and one or two curious boys wherever he went. As he stood there he noticed Amy, the girl who had been playing with his cock earlier outside the history classroom walking towards him. He smiled as she approached and stood in front of him, letting out a little groan of delight as she reached out her hand and resumed what she had been doing earlier.

Connor’s cock reacted immediately to the stimulation and in a matter of moments Amy was sliding her hand up and down his hard shaft much to Connor’s immense enjoyment. This time however there was no stopping her, as Amy cupped her left hand under his balls, squeezing them gently and causing Connor to moan and groan even more. She quickened her pace and pulled the foreskin of Connor’s cock up and down several times, rubbing her fingers across the head, increasing the stimulus, and in doing so sending him into raptures of ecstasy.

Tom and Nathan appeared in the recreation area, arriving at the precise moment Connor reached his climax;

“Oh God! Aaaaagh! Fuck! Nghhhh!” he yelled, as several spurts of cum erupted from his cock, hitting him on his stomach with the rest falling onto the floor.

“Oooh wicked!” exclaimed Amy, “that is so cool,” her eyes shining with excitement. Connor stood panting for breath as the last droplets of cum dripped from his slowly deflating cock.

He looked at Amy and smiled; “thanks a lot,” he said. And this time he really meant it.

Part 18

Tom and Nathan looked on in amazement at the sight of Connor shooting his load all over the place. They had been delayed slightly at the end of their last lesson while Nathan asked their maths teacher about the homework they had been set, which he didn’t quite understand. Once it had been explained to him again it made sense, but it meant they were about five minutes late meeting Connor. By the time they arrived Connor was already in mid-flow entertaining the crowds. Neither of them wanted to emulate what they had just witnessed Connor do, and so they grabbed hold of their friend and whisked him off swiftly to the closest boys’ toilets so that Connor could clean himself up.

“Christ Connor,” uttered Nathan, sounding quite perturbed; “what did I say to you earlier about getting yourself into predicaments? We leave you alone for five minutes and some girl comes along and wanks you off.”

“Yeah, why can’t you be more careful?” agreed Tom, appearing equally annoyed. “It’s embarrassing enough being naked and having our private parts felt up all the time, without waving the white flag of surrender and letting any girl who wants to, grab hold of our cocks and wank us off.”

Connor stared at Nathan, and then at Tom; he was quite taken aback by their reactions which he wasn’t expecting.

“What’s got into the two of you?” he asked.

“Isn’t it obvious,” retorted Nathan abruptly; “every time we are outside or in-between lessons we are getting our cocks, balls and arses felt up by dozens and dozens of girls which is really embarrassing, and you seem to be getting wanked off on just about every occasion.”

“Oh, now I get it,” said Connor; “you two are jealous.”

“What?” exclaimed Tom, looking completely incredulous. “I can’t believe you just said that; jealous? Are you crazy?”

“Come on Tom,” said Nathan joining in, “Connor seems to have finally lost the plot. I’m not staying here whilst he throws wild accusations at us. Let’s go.”

The two of them started to walk away.

“Wait!” Connor shouted at them. “Come back here and let me talk to you; let me explain what’s going on.”

Tom and Nathan stopped and turned and walked back to where Connor was standing.

“Well, explain” said Nathan.

“Go on then, we’re waiting,” added Tom.

Connor stared at his two friends for a moment, and then began to tell them about what had happened the previous evening when he got home. He decided not to hold back on anything and so as he described his experience with Stacey, both Tom and Nathan’s eyes opened wide and they gazed at him open-mouthed in astonishment. He was about to divulge to them how he had changed his attitude towards the punishment they were receiving, and what he personally had decided to do about it when the buzzer sounded for the end of breaktime.

Not for the first time that week the three of them had to make a mad dash through the corridors, cocks flapping in all directions; they rushed into the science classroom and took their seats, arriving just in the nick of time for their next lesson, as moments later Mr Kyle, the chemistry teacher appeared from the adjacent prep room.

“Phew, that was close,” whispered Nathan as they got their breath back.

“So, are you going to tell us what happened next?” muttered Tom when Mr Kyle went back into the prep room for something.

“Yes,” replied Connor; “but not now. I’ll tell you at lunchtime. Let’s try and get away as soon as the buzzer sounds, so we are amongst the first in the canteen, buy our lunches and try and secure our usual table.”

Nathan and Tom both nodded in agreement.

Chemistry was one of the boys’ favourite lessons. All three of them enjoyed it; not so much for the learning aspect, but for the excitement that mixing up various concoctions caused, especially if the outcome resulted in a load bang. Today’s experiments involved burning magnesium and adding hydrochloric acid to magnesium filings which produced some bright flames, lots of fizzing and a few pops but nothing too out of the ordinary. None-the-less they found it very interesting.

The buzzer sounded for the end of lesson three, and everyone moved to the classroom next door for another science lesson. Periods three and four on Thursdays and Fridays were always double science which usually consisted of chemistry and general science on Thursday and physics and biology on Friday. For their general science class, they were looking at objects through microscopes, which included minerals, wood, various substances and insects. One of the things the three boys looked at was a dead fly which appeared more and more remarkable as they increased the magnification on it, and when they focussed on the eye they were really amazed with the brilliant colours and detail.

“Incredible,” exclaimed Nathan; “I would never have thought a fly could look as spectacular as that.”

The lesson seemed to fly by, literally! The buzzer sounded for the end of morning school and the three boys threw their books into their bags and scampered out of the classroom in the direction of the canteen. Within five minutes of the buzzer sounding they were sat at their favourite table tucking into their lunch. They had all opted for the same choice on the menu; beef stroganoff, which they were all hungrily devouring.

“Mmm, this is really good,” said Tom looking across at Connor. “So, come on, tell us more about what happened with you and Stacey.”

Between mouthfuls of food, Connor told Nathan and Tom how much he had liked what Stacey had done to him, and how he was now looking on his punishment in a completely different way, enjoying being naked and having girls touch him. He explained that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and he was determined to turn the tables of the initial embarrassment of the punishment into something really positive that he was going to relish and delight in. He also suggested that Nathan and Tom do the same. When he had finished speaking he noticed his two friends staring at him in wonderment.

“So, what do you think of my proposal?” he asked.

“I think it’s brilliant,” answered Nathan.

“It’s very clever,” agreed Tom; “it’s definitely one of your better ideas, and you don’t often get those,” he said smiling.

“So, are you both going to go along with it?” Connor asked.

“I’m willing to give it a go,” replied Tom.

“Why not,” said Nathan, “we may as well try and enjoy our punishment!”

“Excellent,” Connor smiled; “well come on then, there’s still half an hour of lunchtime remaining, let’s go and have some fun.”

The three friends stood up, grabbed hold of their bags and strode purposely across the canteen and along the corridor towards the nearest exit. As they left the school building and went out into the recreation zone there was a squeal of excitement as they were spotted; they walked over to a nearby seat and sat down. It was almost as though they were acting as human magnets as dozens of girls rushed excitedly in the direction of where they were seated.

“Look,” exclaimed Nathan pointing at a group of girls, “there’s Kirsten.”

Connor looked to where Nathan was indicating; and saw his sister and her friends heading towards them.

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