Anticipation

By Alpenhorn
alpenhorn@hackermail.com


Copyright 2022 by Alpenhorn, 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. 

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Anticipation
[Alpenhorn, 2022]

Jeanne was bored. Another stupid history lesson. As if she would ever need that in real life!

WHACK!

Miss Claire slammed the ruler onto her desk. If anyone had been dozing, they were now awake.

‘Donald!’ she ordered. ‘Here!’ She pointed to the space beside her desk. ‘Now!’

Jeanne watched as the boy timidly stood up, sighed, and started walking to the front of the classroom.

Jeanne gasped: Somehow, Miss Claire knew what Donald had done! If three kids knew a secret, soon all 28 in the class would know, and then the teacher would know.

Donald was sure to get it. He walked slower and slower.

All the children were paying attention now.

Donald was going to be punished. Donald knew it. Jeanne knew it. Everyone knew it.

‘Quickly!’ urged Miss Claire.

Donald was going to be spanked. With that ruler. Donald knew it. Jeanne knew it. Everyone knew it.

Miss Claire took two steps forward, grabbed Donald’s wrist, and dragged him to the front of the room.

But now! Jeanne shivered. This time would be different; unlike any previous punishment.

Donald was going to be naked. Donald knew it. Jeanne knew it. The kids who remembered whispered to remind the others.   Everyone knew it.

Jeanne could hardly breathe. Donald. Starkers. Right here in the classroom. And all of the kids would be allowed to see.

All 28 kids would look; all 56 eyes would gawk; Donald would be utterly on display.

Donald scrunched his face in a frightened squint. The whole room was silent. Expectant. There was a quiet sob, then the PLINK of a tear on the floor.

Jeanne’s imagination was vivid—thinking of what she was sure to see. All of Donald! Every secret part of his body! As she waited she was tingling, from her toes to her ears.






   
   
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