By Mauve Pearl
(The author requested not to have any email address displayed)Copyright 2020 by Mauve Pearl, all rights reserved
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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.
Leopold Dillinger ate lunch with his best friend, Charlie
Schoenberg. The two ate their sandwiches on their lunch break in the
middle of the busy school cafeteria.
"And then my mom finally cut her out when she called my dad a 'dirty kike,'" Charlie said.
Holding back his laughter, Leopold said, "I still can't believe Mrs.
O'Connor is your aunt! I mean, you two are nothing alike."
"Even my own mom says that her sister never had a heart. Aunt Noreen
was born with a lump of coal where her heart should be," Charlie said.
Leopold looked down at his lunch. The memory of Noreen O'Connor
checking him in the shower made him queasy. He started packing his
leftovers away. Charlie kept eating as Leopold took a good look at him.
He and his aunt both had red hair and pale skin, but that was all they
had in common.
"My cousin Johnny sends us postcards
from time to time," he told Leopold. "He and his wife look happy. It's
crazy that I can't even meet him because he refuses to come back."
"She got drunk on wine last time she was over at our house. She claims
she should have beat him more, and then he wouldn't have married an
Asian girl," Leopold said.
"Yep," Charlie said. "Sounds like Aunt Noreen. She doesn't like Asians, Jewish people, or the French."
Back at home, Leopold read Paradise Lost as he laid in bed. The edition
he got from the library included illustrations by Gustave Dore. He
looked at the picture of Eve, with her long hair running down her back.
She talked with Adam by the riverbank as she stood in front of him. The
strategically placed branch of leaves hid her hips. Naturally, he felt
blood rush down to his penis. Still standing at five inches, he figured
that was as good as it would get. He looked down to see new hair had
grown on his stomach. Sadly, the hair was thin and practically white.
It was so unnoticeable, it seemed to disappear in the sunlight.
He had another dream that night. Adam was alone in an empty jungle. He
looked down to see that a giant, green leaf was stamped on him where
his underwear should be. In his fourteen years alive, he never once had
had a nightmare where he was naked. Real life forced nudity had already
terrified him. Why should his subconscious insist on having him relive
it to punish him further? Shoeless, he wandered around the jungle as he
listened to the tranquil sounds of birds singing. His period of
relaxation ended as he suddenly felt tightness and pressure from the
green leaf. Scared, he peeled it off. Leopold looked down to see that
he was fully erect, and his foreskin was causing the discomfort. He
slowly peeled back the skin, and let out a sigh of relief. Walking
around with a still throbbing erection, he got into the adjacent river.
The lukewarm water felt like it was massaging his
whole body. He closed his eyes and laid on his back, the sunlight
caressing his face. Leopold's eyes did not burn or sting from the
sunlight that began to get dimmer and dimmer.
Leopold
woke at suddenly at dawn. The light from outside woke him up, and he
rolled around in his bed. He looked under his blanket to see his
erection still hard and full. Leopold closed his eyes, hoping to go
back to his dream.
Mrs. Dillinger put on her royal blue dress and short lilac cardigan to
meet with Ms. Jane Kellgren. Ms. Lina had notified Mrs. Dillinger about
how St. Anne's School for Girls needed a live model for their health
program.
"You will be compensated for your time, so it wouldn't technically be a volunteer job."
"It's embarrassing," Mrs. Dillinger began. "But times have been tough
since the insurance money has started to run out. My husband passed
away nearly seven years ago in Korea."
Jane was
sympathetic to Mrs. Dillinger's dilemma. She adjusted the black bobby
pin in her equally dark hair as she explained her son's assignment.
"You've got a great son for agreeing to help us," Ms. Kellgren said.
"Leopold will be delighted," Mrs. Dillinger lied.
The house was quiet. Leopold couldn't recall the last time he could sit
in the living room by himself. He quickly turned his head around,
thinking he had heard Mrs. O'Connor's raspy voice. There were no shouts
or piercing screams coming from the kitchen. He finished his math
homework, and put his books away. Still on punishment, he shuffled from
room to room feeling cold and uncomfortable.
The front began to open, and he quickly sat back down on the couch.
"Leopold!" His mother proclaimed. "Do I have some good news!"
Public schools always had the second Monday of March off, ever since
Leopold had been enrolled in school. However, that one day off did not
apply to privately funded schools. He was secretly happy, as this job
meant more time out of the house. The two entered the school, Mrs.
Dillinger leading the way. He looked around, and determined that
nothing seemed extreme or outlandish about this all girls school.
Leopold shook hands with the school teacher, noticing her hourglass
figure in the forest green dress she was wearing.
"Thank you, once again for agreeing to be our volunteer," Ms. Kellgren said.
"I thought we were getting paid?" Leopold asked. He quickly felt a hard smack hit him in the back of the head.
"Right," Ms. Kellgren said. "'Helper' is a better word."
Leopold gazed into his boss's eyes. Ms. Kellgren had kind hazel eyes.
She had the eyes of wisdom and empathy. He adjusted the top button of
his wool cardigan to distract himself from looking down at her chest.
It had become a dirty habit that he was not proud of, and wanted to
trick his brain into forgetting about. Either way, Ms. Kellgren's dress
had a high neckline that covered her collarbone. There was no use
trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage.
Mrs. Dillinger squeezed her son's face firmly with her right hand. "Be on your best behavior," she warned before leaving.
The bell ending first period rang, and Leopold was horrified. It was
time for him to do his job for the day. Ms. Kellgren handed him a thin
hospital gown, and told him to change behind the wicker screen. He
wasn't surprised in the slightest when he realized that the screen was
incredibly see through.
Teenaged girls in saddle
shoes and knee length skirts slowly entered the classroom, one by one.
The hospital gown looked more like a baby boy blue dress since it
closed in the back thanks to a series of buttons.
"I still have to write that paper for Hollen's class," Leopold heard one girl say.
"Thank goodness I got an A on the last test," said another schoolgirl.
He kept telling himself it was only going to be two hours. Two hours of
a block class period. One audience. One teacher. Leopold stepped out
from behind the screen. His heart sunk as he saw the giant audience of
roughly twenty girls. They each sat at their individual desk, waiting
patiently for the lecture to begin. Mr. Leopold Dillinger was now like
Adam, except he was hiding behind a thin, light blue hospital gown in
lieu of a giant leaf.
"Come closer, Mr. Dillinger,"
Ms. Kellgren directed. Leopold got closer to what appeared to be two
yardstick glued together. It was a wooden stadiometer like the ones be
had seen in doctor's offices when he went to the pediatrician. Leopold
stood up tall along the wooden stick.
"Class, this is Mr. Leopold Dillinger," Ms. Kellgren began. "He has agreed to be our helper for today's lesson."
"How old are you?!" He heard a voice in the audience ask.
"I'm fourteen," Leopold answered. He looked at the sea of teenage girls
in front of him. He saw white bows and red hair ribbons, pigtails and
slick ponytails, blonde hair and brown hair.
"First things first, we are going to measure Mr. Dillinger's height," Ms. Kellgren began.
The teacher measured Leopold's height as he picked a spot on the bare
white wall in the far back of the room to focus on. His heart began
beating faster as he reminded himself that this would all be over soon.
"Mr. Dillinger is sixty six inches, which would make
him 5'6 inches tall." "My ten year old brother is taller than that!" A
platinum blonde girl in the audience blurted out.
"Karen, that isn't necessary," Ms. Kellgren warned her.
"Now," Ms. Kellgren continued. "During puberty, people tend to hit what
we call growth spurts. Men tend to end up taller than women. Men tend
to reach up being around six feet tall, give or take."
One of the girls, named Iris, sat with her legs crossed. Her skirt rode
up to an inch above her knee, making the top of her socks visible. She
scribbled down what her teacher stated about height as she felt a tug
on her right pigtail.
"Leopold's hair looks like he's wearing a straw hat," Karen whispered.
Iris ignored the snobby girl's remark.
"Now, as you see, Leopold does not have facial hair since he is only
fourteen. He has not reached the stage yet in puberty." Leopold started
sweating. He knew he looked younger than he was. He hated how young he
looked. Ms. Kellgren reached behind Leopold's gown to unbutton it.
"Now, let's see how puberty can impact the rest of the male body."
Leopold felt like dying as he felt the gown slip, and his chest
becoming exposed.
"As you can see, Leopold has no
chest hair. He also does not have any breast development. Men can grow
breasts if they start gaining lots of weight." Leopold could hear the
snickering and giggles. A two-year age difference never felt so massive
before in his life. These girls were all around sixteen in a high
school class, and here he was still a child in middle school.
Ms. Kellgren rubbed her right index finger down the middle of his chest, and Leopold could feel himself getting hard.
"Leopold, raise your arms," Ms. Kellgren instructed. Quickly freeing
his arms from his sleeves, he lifted both arms up high in the air.
"Mr. Dillinger has some underarm hair, even though it is thin and short. Like his hair on his head, it is also blond."
"Turn around," she said.
Slowly, Leopold turned his back to the audience and had his face in the
green chalkboard. Ms. Kellgren rubbed his upper back, explaining that
there was no sign of acne on his back. She ran her index and middle
fingers together along his spine, indicating there was no sign of
spinal abnormalities.
Gracie couldn't stop staring at
him. She had never even seen a man shirtless before, let alone seen a
naked boy right there in the flesh. Her eyes were glued to him. She
scooted up her chair to get a closer look. At sixteen, she still did
not wear a brassiere. Ever since she was twelve, her breasts became
more and more ample. Still, her mounds were hidden underneath her black
sweater vest. Gracie imagined what it would be like to have his golden
blond hair between her legs. Leopold faced the chalkboard, making sure
the gown was wrapped around him. He firmly held on to it as Ms.
Kellgren stroked his spine.
Next to Gracie, sat Karen
Moore. With her pointed nose and short stature, one would think she was
harmless. She kept giggling at the sight of Leopold's exposed body.
Turning around to face the audience, he noticed a girl in pigtails had
the top few buttons of her blouse undone. The very top of her slip was
visible. Leopold was so focused on Iris and the white lace of her
chemise that he didn't hear what Ms. Kellgren said.
The next thing Leopold knew, the blue gown was taken away from him.
Scared out of his mind, he immediately covered himself with his hands.
"Oh my god! He's getting red!" Karen yelled.
"Karen, I've had enough," Ms. Kellgren said. The class got quiet, but
were familiar with the process. The teacher wrote a note in a yellow
slip and handed it to the cocky schoolgirl. Karen looked down at the
paper, and rolled her eyes as she collected her books. She walked out
of the classroom, leaving Leopold confused. Helena spoke out of turn,
"Karen is always in trouble. Don't take it personally."
Either way, Karen had been right. Leopold's face had turned bright red.
The room was dead silent as he stood there in front of everybody. His
erection was halfway there, and could only hide behind his hands for so
long.
Iris unknowingly began drooling. She wiped away
the saliva with her tissue, and continued looking at Leopold. There was
a strange sensation happening below her belt that had never felt
before. She shifted in her chair, hoping it would go away on its own.
Time felt suspended as the teacher noticed Mr. Dillinger had broken a
rule.
"Leopold Dillinger, remove your hands!" Ms. Kellgren snapped. Leopold slowly placed hands to his side, feeling defeated.
The classroom gasped as they saw Leopold's erect penis. Gracie pictured
how to would feel to touch it. Iris started fantasizing about having
him on top of her as they kissed. Helena took off her cardigan, feeling
herself getting hot and sweaty. Ms. Kellgren stroked his foreskin,
causing Leopold to let out a soft moan.
"This thin
layer of skin is called, foreskin. It is very sensitive." She peeled
back the skin, revealing his urethral opening. "Now," Ms. Jane Kellgren
said. "This small hole is where the urine and semen come out." Pre-cum
began to leak out, causing the girls to scoot closer. Helena in
particular looked very baffled. Ms. Kellgren touched his tip,
displaying the liquid on her index finger.
"When a
man is erect, he may secrete a clear liquid. It is perfectly natural."
Ms. Kellgren took out a ruler, and measured him. "Leopold's fully erect
penis is five inches," she declared.
Helena raised her hand and asked, "Is Mr. Dillinger's organ big?"
"That's quite subjective," she explained. "Penis size varies. Leopold's
would be more average." Leopold's face was getting redder and redder by
the minute.
Gracie raised her hand, and asked why
Leopold's nipples were noticeable and pointy. Ms. Kellgren lightly
pinched and squeeze his already nipples, making Leopold blush. He
desperately wanted the period to be over with. He was counting down the
minutes he had left, in his mind.
Leopold's ears
began to start buzzing. He couldn't hear what the instructor was
saying, but instead heard a faint siren. This soft sound quickly became
louder and louder. The sound entirely filled his ears.
The next thing he knew, Ms. Kellgren was gripping his balls with her
soft, porcelain hands. Leopold couldn't take anymore, closing his eyes
as he knew what was about to happen.
Leopold
ejaculated, shooting out a thick rope of semen out onto the ground. The
entire class fell silent. Leopold was relieved, both mentally and
physically. Iris and Helena both stared at the blond boy in a mixture
of confusion and fear. Gracie wanted to laugh out loud due to shock,
but immediately reminded herself that she would be punished for her
transgression.
Leopold slowly looked up at Ms. Kellgren, not knowing what to do next.
"That was an accident," Leopold mumbled.
"Class," Ms. Kellgren said, "Leopold ejaculated. Semen shot out of his penis."
The audience of girls slowly began to clap. It had started with Gracie.
She had started clapping her hands as if she has just witnessed a
wonderful performance piece at a theater. Her friends followed her, and
began joining in. The entire class was clapping, applauding Leopold on
his ability to demonstrate the functions of male anatomy. Even Ms.
Kellgren gave applause, telling him he had done a great job. Leopold
stood there, with his face as a red as a tomato. He knew deep down in
his heart, he would not be telling anybody what had happened.
Mr. Dillinger raced over to Ms. Lina's. That time of the week came
around again, and it was time for his piano lesson. He needed to see
her. He needed to hear her voice and feel her soft skin. Quickly, he
took his shoes off as soon he entered her home. Next came his pullover
sweater. He was unbuttoning his white shirt when he looked up.
Gracie was sitting on Lina's couch. Leopold's mouth dropped open. This
couldn't be Gracie. This couldn't be the same maiden with mousy brown
hair who saw him being exposed and humiliated. He had to be dreaming.
"Don't be shy," Gracie said as she looked up from her notebooks. "I've seen all of you before."
"Leopold!" Lina exclaimed as she walked in. "You're running late. Get undressed so we can begin your lesson."
"What's Gracie doing here?" Leopold asked.
"It's 'Miss Henderson.' I'm older than you," Gracie reminded him.
"What's Miss Henderson doing here?" Leopold corrected himself.
"Gracie lives next door, and I'm watching her for a few hours," Ms. Lina informed him.
Leopold took off his shirt, knowing he would be in for a memorable piano lesson.