Ars Puniendi

Ars Puniendi Part 2 (chapters 7-9)

By Terosk

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Ars Puniendi

PART II

THANE

Chapter 7 - Gym Class

I was alone in the hallway outside Mr. Innovata’s office without a stitch of clothing to hide my shame. I watched Theo’s bare bottom disappear around the corner as he raced to catch up with Eric who was taking him to an Art class with upper school kids. At the same time, Tyler’s stinging words kept replaying in my head, “you are total wimps!” Tyler had shut the door to Mr. Innovata’s office as he entered, but after a lengthy pause, I distinctly heard him say, “You’re not making me take off my clothes – no way, no how!” and Mr. Innovata’s response, slow and measured, “I have no intention of making you do anything at all against your will. I respect you too much for that. But please, have a seat.” and then there was a long silence.

I was hoping to hear more, but just then I heard some footsteps and laughter from down the hallway coming this way. This is it, I thought, someone is coming to fetch me, but not Mr. Brigham. Two of my classmates, John & Jake rounded the corner and walked towards me with the biggest grins on their faces. “Hello Thane. Mr. Brigham told us we’d find you here. He sent us to escort you to class. He told us, as he is telling the rest of the class now, that you’re undergoing some sort of ‘alternative’ punishment for something you did on Monday. He hinted that you’d be less than keen on coming since you’d be “out of uniform” – now we know exactly what he meant. Oh my -this will be entertaining. Come along Thane.” and he and Jake laughed with unrestrained amusement.

And with that I took one last deep breath, stood up, and followed them to what I knew was going to be the most humiliating hour of my life. Walking across campus in the nude presents some challenges in a world that is otherwise in strict uniform. You stick out instantly. In addition, my wonderful escorts were simply 8^th grade classmates with whom I was in theory at least, friends. They were eager to draw everyone’s attention my way as we meandered across the great lawn. And as everyone greeted them, they inevitably recognized me and with fits of laughter greeted me too, “Well hello there Thane – must be your birthday since you’ve decided to parade around in your Bday suite!” or, “Love your outfit Thane, part of the new uniform?” “Hey Thane, gotta love your tan lines – be careful or your little willy will get sunburn.” There were other caustic comments too about my tiny privates and sparse pubic hair – I knew that this was a part of the punishment, to be ridiculed by my peers; and I knew also that if the shoe were on the other foot and I witnessed any of my classmates in a similar position, I’d be first among those making the snide and demeaning comments. So I sort of knew what to expect and I braced myself for whatever slander might come my way. Thankfully we had reached the end of the campus green and were now entering the gym.

“Welcome Mr. Williams,” Mr. Brigham said with a hint of a smile, “so I understand you’ll be doing your exercises today in the buff. Well, let’s get on with it then. James and Jake, please be quick about changing into your gym gear and Thane, you can put on your sneakers but nothing else. Go and be quick about it. Your classmates are starting off with a short jog around the track and you had better be ready to join them for the second lap or you’ll be in trouble.” I followed my two escorts into the locker room. That I had my own pair of shorts and a tee shirt in the locker but wasn’t allowed to put them on was frustrating to say the least, but I followed instructions and returned with James and Jake to the track wearing nothing but a pair of sneakers and I quickly raced to catch up with my classmates who had already begun their second lap. The track was a quarter mile long and encircled the Astroturf varsity football field. Whenever the weather was nice, we had gym class out here. I was now aware perhaps for the first time that it was not too far from the busy public road. I had to wonder what the passing cars might be thinking if they happened to notice a naked boy running around the track. Meanwhile I ignored as best I could the laughter and jeers from my classmates who were all doing their best to run alongside or just behind me. As we finished up that 2^nd lap we gathered as usual in end zone.

“OK, boys and girls, now that you’ve got the blood flowing, it is time for some calisthenics. Who’d like to lead us in some jumping jacks?” Normally one of the boys would volunteer for that role to show off in front of the girls but no one was speaking up today. The girls never volunteered. The silence lingered for a bit before one of my so-called friends suggested with mock innocence, “Perhaps Thane should lead us in our exercises this afternoon?” Without as much as a pause others seconded the idea and the kid next to me gave me a gentle nudge and before I knew it I found myself in front of the whole class. I had no choice but face them and I did my best to pretend that I was totally unfazed by my nakedness, pretending as if I always exercised in the nude. “Thank you, Thane, for volunteering. Please start with 100 jumping jacks, and we’ll do squats after that followed by some push-ups and core strengthening. Any questions” It was a rhetorical question, so no one responded, “OK Thane, begin and be sure to count out loud and clear.”

Thus I began. Jumping jacks aren’t difficult and I began innocently enough without realizing that without clothing, my boy parts bounced up and down without being held in place by my snug underwear. There was even a slapping sound as my penis slapped against my stomach each time I jumped up into the air. It occurred to me even then that I’d have found it exceedingly funny if this were happening to anyone else, but since it was happening to me, I was mortified and tried to alter the rhythm so that it wouldn’t cause my middle leg and balls to flop around so much. And of course, because I was thinking about my bouncing balls, I lost count and Mr. Brigham had to shout out for me to pay attention and keep a steadier rhythm. I did my best to oblige. We were at the count of 50 when I began to notice, with horror, that all this flopping around was having an unwanted effect on my little boyhood; it wasn’t quite so little anymore. By the count of 70, I was noticeably hard and my cohort of friends in the front row were all laughing hysterically as I turned a deep shade of red as I tried in vain to pretend that what was happening wasn’t. When I stopped upon reaching the count of 100, my little manhood was sticking straight out in front of me. I wanted to curl up and die, but Mr. Brigham simply smiled and said, “Good job Thane, now lead us in a set of 50 squats; keep your hands linked behind your heads.” And so I began the squats and my erection just remained pointing forward at my classmates as I kept my focus on counting to 50. Thankfully my middle had returned to a more normal state before I was tasked to lead the pushups.

Now I should point out that as far as I can tell, I’m totally average for my grade – I’m just turned fourteen and I’m about a year or so into the puberty thing. My voice has begun to change enough that I no longer sound like my squeaky little brother (unless I get too worked up about something and then my voice will crack which is very embarrassing, so I do my best not to get too excited about things.) At the same time, my testicles have more than doubled in size and my penis has gotten longer and thicker, though I’m not sure how I compare to my classmates since we don’t see each other’s privates – not that I’m not curious actually, but that there simply isn’t any part of the day when my friends and I ever allow ourselves to be naked, which is why of course Theo, Tyler and I were surprised to find anyone using the showers on Monday, and why we felt compelled to play the prank – it was a combination of pent up inhibitions and honest boyhood curiosity. While we didn’t stick around to examine Arthur’s manhood, I could tell from the very brief glance I got that he was a bit further along the process than I was, despite what Tyler said about Arthur being “little.” He had a generous patch of hair on his groin and in his armpits and even some growth just below his bellybutton. He had also grown a lot in the past year or so and was nearly half a foot taller. Meanwhile I still clearly had my growth spurt in front of me and despite the genital growth between my legs, I had almost no hair anywhere but on the top of my head, a few strands under my arms and just the beginnings of some pubic hair. I stood barely 5.5 and looked far more boyish than manish. So it was that being on physical display like this was so acutely embarrassing for I knew I’d been strutting around with Theo and Tyler trying to be as macho as I could, and now it was inescapably clear that it was all a bluff on my part. I also knew that my parents would kill me if I didn’t fully cooperate. So…

“Pushups please Thane.” Mr. Brigham said breaking off the wanderings of my mind, “25 if you can manage it.” So, I dutifully got down in the plank position on the grass and held that position to give everyone else a chance to get themselves ready. I had led the exercises before on occasion, so I knew what was expected.

I have come to realize that I’m a fairly strong athletic kid and I can do all these exercises without real difficulty, but, like the jumping jacks, I found that doing pushups in my exposed state inevitably provoked a response since each time I was in the down position, my little boy package rubbed against the plastic grass of the turf field. The unusual sensation had exactly the effect that you might imagine and before I had finished the 25 requested pushups, my erection had returned. I therefore pretended I was too tired to stand back up and instead lay face down in the grass on my belly in the hope that maybe a few seconds of rest would allow my erection to soften. No luck.

“Thank you, Thane. I think we all appreciate your willingness to lead us with such uplifted enthusiasm.” his smile was too obvious, and the rest of the class snickered their approval. “So now I ask that you all find a partner for this next exercise. We’ll be working on core strength by doing a set of 50 sit-ups and your partner will hold your feet as you each do your set. Please keep your knees bent. Is there anyone willing to join Thane as the leaders in this exercise? …again, there was a bit of a silence as nobody really wanted to be associated with me at this particularly awkward moment. I could hardly blame them!

Chapter 8 - Arthur

“I’d be happy to help Thane lead the sit-ups.” said a voice in the back row. “While he’s done such a fine job thus far, I can’t help but think he’d appreciate my assistance for this last exercise.” It was Arthur. As he stepped forward, the rest of the class went absolutely silent waiting to see my reaction. I had looked for him earlier knowing full well that this was the very class two days ago that had started this whole horrible mess, but I hadn’t seen him - he must have hidden in the back of the crowd keeping himself out of my line of sight. “Somehow it seems ironically fitting,” he said with undisguised enthusiasm, “that I’m the one to partner with you for this last ‘exercise’.”

And with that he approached and kneeled at my feet. I was still lying face down on my stomach not because I was at all tired but because I was artfully trying to hide my still swollen middle from closer scrutiny. “If you turn over Thane, we can begin.” Arthur said with only a hint of amusement.

“Yes – very fitting indeed.” agreed Mr. Brigham. “Please turn over Thane and we can finish up our calisthenic routine for the day.” I could tell that I was far from flaccid and yet to stall longer wasn’t possible. …and I also recognized at the same time the ironic justice that my utter humiliation represented for Arthur, and in some small quarter of my mind, I recognized that I sort of deserved what was happening. So I took a deep breath, rolled over and allowed my swollen embarrassment to spring back to life. I had shut my eyes as if somehow that would mitigate my misery, but the class’s amused derisive laughter was evidence enough that it was to be forever etched in their memory. There was no way I’d ever be allowed to forget this moment. I then felt Arthur’s hands as he grasped my ankles. “Let’s go – 50 sit-ups, …my friend.”

It was the pause before he said, “my friend.” that really struck me. It is true that a few years ago I used to hang out with him and even spent some afternoons at his house and he at mine. He was a perfectly nice kid – I’d never say otherwise, though he was a bit on the nerdy side perhaps. Somehow over the last year or two we’d grown apart and I ended up spending most of my free time with Tyler. Theo joined us shortly thereafter and we’d been an inseparable trio ever since.

“You know Thane,” he said as I was halfway through my sit-ups, “I really did consider you a friend at one point – not sure what happened. I never imagined that you of all people would be a part of that prank. Tyler’s a jerk and so is Theo I guess; but seeing you standing there laughing at me as I stood there helpless, …that hurt. It really hurt.” Then he added after a short bit, “Just thought I should let you know how I felt.” I didn’t know what to say in response, so I kept my focus on completing my final dozen sit-ups. I observed with some relief that my erection had by this point all but disappeared. Arthur was still holding down my feet when I looked up at him. He was gazing intently into my eyes as if trying to see past the forced neutrality of my expression – his eyes locked on mine for a long few seconds.

Then it happened – tears unbidden brimmed my eyes. Not sure what triggered it exactly – maybe it was the sincerity of Arthur’s words, but all of a sudden, I could feel the horrifying reality of what I’d done and the betrayal of what had been our friendship. I felt the shame to the marrow of my bones. I knew in the depth of my soul that I was fully deserving of everything that was happening to me. “I’m sorry Arthur, I really am. I just …I just …” I had no words to finish my thought; I had no excuse worthy of words. I therefore just looked at him and cried. …and I didn’t even try to hide it.

Chapter 9 - Unexpected Irony

“OK class, you’ve done a good job with the calisthenics – well done.” Mr. Brigham continued, “Lets now pick up teams and play some two-touch soccer. We have about 15 minutes. I need two captains. Any volunteers? Through my tears I saw Arthur’s hand go up and Mr. Brigham nodded with an amused smile. “OK Arthur, you get first pick.”

“I’ll take Thane.” he said without hesitation. …and there was a bit of a puzzled pause as the others processed the pick. I’m pretty good at soccer but hardly worthy of the top pick if what you are aiming for is the best team. I looked at him myself puzzled; he was smiling at me and whispered as if reading my mind, “Sometimes winning isn’t about the score.” It was certainly not a comment I was expecting and sort of forced me to reflect upon what his motivations were. I wiped away my tears as the picking continued and I found myself a minute later in the midst of a soccer game. Despite what I had deemed a poor first pick, Arthur’s team wasn’t bad, and it was a good contest. I even scored a goal near the end though we did end up losing by a goal – not that it mattered; it was only gym class. But it was fun and for the better part of 15 minutes, with our collective focus on the game, I almost forgot that I wasn’t wearing anything. Of course, at the end of class I had the challenge of heading back across campus to return to Mr. Innovata’s office. I joined the rest of the boys as they returned to the locker room and changed back into their school uniform, while I returned my sneakers to my locker and stood around awkwardly waiting to see if Jake and James would be escorting me back. I saw James and asked if I should wait for him or for Jake, but he responded that he needed to race off in another direction. Jake responded similarly so I was on my own it seemed. I figured I might as well take a shower since I was already dressed appropriately for that and doing so would give a chance for most students to get to their next class and the campus green might be less busy. While it seems silly, I dreaded the trek back more without my escort; at least with Jake and James, I knew that they’d revel in telling anybody we encountered the reason for my lack of attire, whereas now I’d have to answer to everyone’s curiosity myself. I just wanted this whole thing to be over, and I knew in theory I had survived the hard part.

Dripping from the shower and without a towel, I shook of the water as best I could and then took a deep breath and headed to the gym door. I opened it slowly to check out the scene that awaited me. Not too bad; just a handful of late students hustling to get to their next class. Perfect timing really. I slipped out the door and tentatively set out across the lawn. I had made it about halfway when I heard a high-pitched shriek from some older woman I didn’t know. “What in the world?” she had a scandalized look on her face and was pointing at me. “Sorry Madam, please forgive me. I’m being punished – not allowed to wear anything. I’m heading back to Mr. Innovata’s office now – hopefully this nightmare is over, and I’ll get my clothes back.” She just looked at me speechless for a while before shaking her head in disbelief and moving on. I quickly moved on as well. The others I met along my way all had knowing smiles on their faces so were clearly aware of my fate and I just nodded to them acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation and kept moving. When I finally turned down the hallway to Mr. Innovata’s office, I saw Theo, still naked, sitting at a desk just outside the office. His head was down, and he was writing, clearly focused on whatever he was writing. I softly approached and said, “Hi Theo – I see you survived art class.”

“Yes – Barely.” He hardly looked up as he said it, but from the glimpse I got, I could see that his eyes were red; he’d obviously had a tough time.

“How about you? How was gym class?” I heard him ask even as he kept his head down.

“Horrible at first, but there was a silver lining; I’ll tell you all about it later. ..and you can share your story with me too. OK?” He nodded and returned his focus to writing.

Mr. Innovata opened the door, greeted me, and ushered me into his office. “So, Mr. Williams, How was your afternoon in gym class? Did you come to a better understanding of what you put poor Arthur through?

“Yes.” I answered truthfully. “It was not exactly an experience I’d ever want to go through again, but I do think I’ve learned an important lesson.”

He looked me in the eye for a long time without speaking. Finally, he said, “Glad to hear it. Your next task is to write a formal letter of apology. So please take a seat in the adjacent room; you’ll find there some official school stationary and a pen. When you are done, please return and hand me the letter.

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