Jonnie’s Progress

Jonnie’s Progress 1 and 2

By Schoolboy Jon

puericil@hotmail.com (I'll forward it to the author)

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Jonnie’s Progress

Chapter 1 Introduction

Characters:

Jonnie 14 chubby nerd

Mr Prestwick recently retired PE master (and in charge of discipline at minor public school)

It was mid October and Jonnie's parents had just returned from another parent's evening at his school. They had been told that Jonnie was lazy and didn't pay attention in class and his work was suffering. At this stage it was felt that he would be unable to gain the grades he needed to progress to the sixth form and thus would be unlikely to go to university.

His parents were both very hard working and very keen to ensure that Jonnie succeeded. They also recognised that they had not been able to spend enough time encouraging him, indeed they often seemed pleased that he disappeared to his bedroom in the evenings and weekends with a packet of crisps and a bottle of lemonade. He enjoyed that freedom as well and was good at computer games.

Jonnie's teachers had suggested that a short period of extra tuition could benefit him but felt it needed to be structured and with someone who was prepared to be firm with him when necessary.

By happy coincidence, Jonnie's parents had been speaking with a neighbour concerning Jonnie's lack of progress at school and the neighbour had menitioned that their son had not performed well several years ago and they had sent him to St Justin's publc school and it had turned him around but the man who they felt had the best inpact on their son had been the PE master. They had bumped into him in town over the summer and he told them that he had now retired and was looking to take on some work to stop him becoming bored. They passed on his 'phone number to Jonnie's parents.

And so it was that Mr Prestwick was contacted. He agreed to assist but had some strict requirements before he would take on young Jonnie. These requirements seemed fine to the parents.

He would start with Mr Prestwick for a full day on a Saturday - he was to arrive at 8 in the morning and would be with him until 6 in the evening. If the parents were happy with the progress then it could change to be a full weekend - from 8 on Saturday morning until 6 on Sunday evening. In addition Mr Prestwick insisted that he was 'in loco parentis' for the time that Jonnie was with him - in other words Jonnie would have to do exactly what Mr Prestwick told him to do. He was told that this would also include what clothes he wore when he was with him and the length and style of his hair as well as whatever discipline Mr Prestwick felt was appropriate, including corporal punishment. The final requirement was that Jonnie had to make his own way to Mr Prestwick's house and to return home by himself. Mr Prestwick's house was about a mile away from Jonnie's on the outskirts of town.

All of these conditions were explained to Jonnie and indeed he had to sign a copy of it to say that he understood all of the conditions and agreed to abide by them.

Saturday morning arrived and Jonnie's Mum had woken him early and prepared his breakfast. She told him to hurry up to ensure he wasn't late. After having breakfast Jonnie decided there was enough time for a quick computer game, and then another. Despite several calls from his Mum to hurry up he didn't leave until nearly 8:45.

He slowly ambled along towards Mr Prestwick's house, thinking that the longer it took him to get there the less time he would have to endure boring school work. He eventually arrived at the impressive detatched house that stood in its own grounds with a tall hedge all of the way round. It was almost 9:30 by the time he rang the door bell.

"You are late boy" boomed Mr Prestwick, towering over Jonnie. "Get inside now".

Jonnie was shocked by this outburst - all of his teachers were nice and never shouted.

He entered the very imposing entrance hall and was shown into one of the rooms off of this hall. He was shocked to see it resembled an old school room - a row of 4 school desks, a blackboard and teacher's desk. On the desk was a worn plimsol and a ruler.

"Your first lesson in obedience and time keeping is about to begin" said Mr Prestwick.

"Come to the front of the room, lower your jeans and bend over, keeping your legs straight and grip your ankles". Jonnie had never received any corporal punishment and was mortified by this 'request'. He stood still and said: "I'm sorry I'm a bit late mate but I wasn't sure where your place was - but this seems a bit drastic doesn't it?"

"I AM NOT YOUR MATE BOY - when you address me it will either be Mr Prestwick or Sir, do you understand?"

"Yeah, OK - no big deal"

"You are a slow learner boy". He gripped hold of Jonnie and bent him over and proceeded to give him 2 sharp slaps on his bottom with his plimsol.

Jonnie then stood up, rubbing his sore bottom and began to realise that he should take this seriously.

He tried to explain to Mr Prestwick that he was unable to bend over as far as he should because he was not as flexible as he should be for a boy of 14. Mr Prestwick told him that his fitness and flexibility would be one of the problems to be addressed.

He then grabbed him by the ear and pulled him through a door that Jonnie hadn't noticed which led into a bare room with some wall bars on one wall and a small vaulting horse in the middle of the room (about 1 foot wide, 2 feet long and 3 feet in height - although the height was adjustable).

"This will help with your flexibility boy - now lower your jeans and bend over the horse". Jonnie didn't want to make Mr Prestwick even angrier as he was sure that he would suffer and so he reluctantly undid his jeans and pulled them down to just below his bottom and then bent over the horse. This revealed a pair of baggy navy blue boxer shorts with a wide waist band that was biting into his waist. Mr Prestwick pulled up the hoodie sweat shirt Jonnie was wearing and the long, baggy black t shirt. He then hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down to join his jeans. This revealed white skin that was quite unmarked. Indeed apart from being slightly flabby they could be described as perfect. Mr Prestwick informed Jonnie that he would receive 7 spanks with his plimsol and that he must remain bent over until told to stand or he will receive extra strokes. He gave him 3 hard slaps on his left buttock and then 3 on his right buttock and observed that his cheeks quivered when they were hit. He then moved Jonnie further over the horse so that his hands almost touched the ground on one side and his feet were just off the ground on the other side. He gave him his last slap right at the bottom of his buttocks which really took Jonnie's breath away but he remembered to stay down until told to move.

Mr Prestwick put down the plimsol and surveyed his work. Jonnie was breathing heavily and just managing to surpress tears. His milky white cheeks were now marked with the imprint of the plimsol on both cheeks and were a subtle shade of pink. He told Jonnie to stay exactly where he was as he needed to inspect his bottom. He then moved close to Jonnie and gently ran his hands over his bared buttocks. He could feel the heat in those cheeks and explained that this rubbing would help to ease some of the pain for Jonnie (He seemed to be showing some care for Jonnie). The heat increased as he ran his fingers gently down the crack of Jonnies buttocks to the point between his legs and perhaps lingered there a little longer than he ought to have. He moved to be in front of Jonnie so that he could lean across him and rest his left hand on Jonnie's right buttock whilst letting the fingers of his right hand delve between his cheeks. Jonnie was still feeling the pain from the spanking but this was now mixed with other feelings from the soothing effects of Mr Prestwick's hands.

Mr Prestwick then stood up and told Jonnie to get up and pull his pants and jeans up. He told him that his clothes were totally unacceptable and he would take him to get some new clothes that he would wear whenever he was with him.

To be continued..

Jonnie’s progress

Chapter 2 The start of the visit to the Boy’s Outfitters

Characters:

Jonnie 14 chubby nerd

Mr Prestwick recently retired PE master (and in charge of discipline at minor public school)

Mr Bradwell - Owner of Boy's Outfitters (70 years old)

Jeremy - Age 16 - work experience

Mr Prestwick drove Jonnie to a small exclusive Boy's Outfitters. This shop only dealt with boys from the nearby public schools or previous customers. On Saturday's it was by appointment only. Mr Prestwick had been a good customer over the years as he had referred many of the parents of his pupils to the shop. He had previously spoken with Mr Bradwell and had explained what was required for Jonnie. He explained to Jonnie that he must be well behaved in the shop and do as he is told. He also told him that Mr Bradwell had authority to discipline him if it was necessary.

He rang the bell and Mr Bradwell arrived to open the door and let them in. Jonnie thought that he looked very old and was wearing a pair of old glasses which looked filthy and Jonnie didn't think he would be able to see well through them. He was ushered into a small room at the back of the shop which was empty apart from a mirror covering the whole of the back wall and long mirrors on the 2 side walls, a chair and a wooden 'box' which was about 3 feet by 18 inches by about 2 feet high. Jonnie was concerned when he saw that there was also a plimsol on the chair.

Mr Prestwick then left the shop.

Mr Bradwell explained that he would need to take measurements to make sure the clothes he made would fit him properly. Just then there was a knock on the door and a smartly dressed boy came into the room. Mr Bradwell told Jonnie that this was Jeremy who was helping him today as he had said that he wanted to have a job working in a boys clothes shop and he was offered a work experience place here. Jeremy had a smile on his face when he saw Jonnie as he recognised him as a boy who was in the same class as his younger brother. He had a notebook and pen in his hand.

Jonnie was told to stand in front of Mr Bradwell so he could take his measurements. He told him to take his hoodie sweatshirt off so that he could start taking the measurements. Jonnie did this and handed it to Jeremy who put it on the chair. He then saw the baggy t shirt that Jonnie was wearing and said he couldn't possibly take accurate measurements whilst he was wearing that. Jonnie was very reluctant to take his t shirt off as he was very shy of his body. At school the boys were allowed to wear their PE kit under their 'normal' clothes so that they didn't have to show any of their bodies to the other boys. Consequently most boys just arrived in the changing room and took off their trousers and sweatshirts to reveal their games or PE kit and after the activity would just put the trousers and t shirts back on. They never used the showers at school but would wait until they got home. "But surely you can take the measurements over my t shirt, its not very thick?" said Jonnie. "Now don't be silly Jonnie, just take it off and give it to Jeremy. You don't want me to use the plimsol on you do you? Mr Prestwick told me that he had to use it earlier today and so another 6 spanks with that would be quite sore." Mr Bradwell took hold of the plimsol to show that he meant business. Reluctantly Jonnie lifted his t shirt over his head and gave it to Jeremy. He then stood with his arms folded across his chest to try to cover up as much as he could. "Now Jonnie, stand with your arms at your side so that I can measure you". He took his tape measure out of his pocket and put it around Jonnies' neck. He stood very close indeed to Jonnie whilst he was doing this but then moved even closer to read the measurement. Jonnie could feel his breath on his face as he did this. "I need to get very close so that I can see clearly Jonnie but Jeremy, could you come here and check the reading for me before you write it down". "Yes, of course Mr Bradwell. As you know I am very keen to learn all that I can from you and this is very helpful to me. Thank you for giving me this opportunity." said Jeremy. He then moved in close to Jonnie, looked him in the eyes and smiled - but not a friendly smile! He comfirmed the measurement that Mr Bradwell had said and wrote it down in the notebook.

"Now Jonnie, hands on your head for the next set of measurements and keep them there unless I tell you to take them down - do you understand?" "Yeah, OK" said Jonnie. "Mr Prestwick told me that you needed some lessons in politeness Jonnie. You will speak properly to me or to Jeremy and you will address me as Sir or Mr Bradwell and you will address Jeremy as Sir. Failure to do so will result in the use of the plimsol. Do you understand?" That shocked and worried Jonnie but he quickly agreed as he didn't want to feel the plimsol again.

Mr Bradwell again moved very close to Jonnie and passed the tape measure around Jonnie's back and then round to the front where he rested his hands on Jonnie's nipples and then moved the tape measure, rubbing against his nipples. This seemed to take some time until Mr Bradwell was satisfied he had the right fit. He was very close to Jonnie's nipple as he was taking the reading and asked Jeremy to come forward to check and write down the details. "Jonnie's nipples seem to have become hard" said Jeremy, "Is that normal for a boy, Sir?" "Oh yes" said Mr Bradwell, "it is quite normal if the nipples are rubbed like this - I see it a lot with the boys that I measure." He then proceeded to demonstrate by rubbing both of Jonnie's nipples until they were both quite prominent and Jonnie was turning red with embarrassment.

They continued taking a lot of measurements of Jonnie's upper body and arms, with Jeremy recording carefully all of the figures.

It was then time to take the measurements from the bottom half.

Mr Bradwell then moved the 'box' to the centre of the room and helped Jonnie to step up on it for the next set of measurements after telling him to take off his trainers. He told him to put his hands back on his head and not to move unless told to do so. He then moved directly in front of Jonnie with his waist just below Mr Bradwell's face. He moved his hands onto Jonnies belt and began to undo it - Jonnie immediately took his hands from his head and took hold of his belt saying: "What are you doing - leave my belt alone." "Stand still boy and put your hands back on your head immediately - how do you think I can measure you with those jeans on - stupid boy." He then quickly picked up the plimsol and gave Jonnie 3 sharp spanks with it. "There will be more to come each time you fail to do as you are told. I do not have time to waste on stupid boys. Now, will you do as you are told and put your hands back on your head?" Snivelling, Jonnie replied: "Yes Mr Bradwell, sorry."

Mr Bradwell then proceeded to undo Jonnie's belt, undo the button at the top of his jeans and start to pull down the zip on his fly. However, he was a little clumsy and it seemed to get stuck about half way down. He leant forward so that he was only an inch or two from the fly and reached one hand inside of the jeans and tried to pull it down using his other hand on the outside. This meant that his knuckle was rubbing up against Jonnie's penis, causing him to feel very embarrassed indeed and turning red. Jeremy noticed this and said: "Please Mr Bramwell, I wonder if Jonnie is getting too hot as his face is turning quite red?" "Not as red as his bottom I expect" joked Mr Bramwell, "No I think he is fine but thank you for your concern Jeremy." Mr Bramwell didn't seem to be in a hurry to free the zip but was continuing to move his hand around inside of Jonnie's jeans until it eventually did become free. He then pulled his jeans down and told Jonnie to step out of them and he gave them to Jeremy.

He stepped back and looked at Jonnie in his boxer shorts. "Oh dear Jonnie, those are very shabby and far too tight for you - look they are so tight around your waist that they are digging into you. I will not be able to take accurate measurements with those digging in like that." He emphasised this point by putting his fingers into the waistband of Jonnie's boxer shorts.

A look of shere panic and fear crossed Jonnie's face at this point.

"And so they will have to come off too, Jonnie." And with that he pulled them slowly down to his ankles, telling Jonnie to step out of them. Jonnie was now left wearing just a pair of black short socks and as he stood there, Mr Bradwell chuckled and said "I can now see in the mirror that his bottom is as red as his face." Jeremy smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Now we need to finish the measurements." said Mr Bramwell.

to be continued....

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