By Terosk
Copyright 2022 by Terosk, all rights reserved
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Ars Puniendi – Part III
Chapters 21-24
Chapter 21 - A Unexpected Offer
[Mr. Innovata]
After
Ms. Tomaso filled me in about Tyler’s colorful essay performance in
English class and then later Mr. Justi’s report about the way in which
Tyler had flipped the script and made a convincing show of turning his
punishment into some privilege, I thought I’d better intervene to
ensure his experience was appropriately punitive. I had persuaded our
school principal on this alternative punishment by insisting that it
would be a far better way to ensure that these three troublemakers
learn the critical lesson of empathy than would be the normal
suspension and probation. He wasn’t entirely convinced at first but
gave me the benefit of the doubt. Thankfully, in the case of both Theo
and Thane, I was fully vindicated in my judgment, and he seemed
relieved and indeed appreciative of my innovative approach. I was
certainly hoping to achieve the same positive response from Tyler, but
thus far it was hard to tell. No doubt at all that his initial response
this early morning with his parents was humiliatingly punitive, but
since then he’d somehow managed to regain his traditional
self-confidence even as he was ‘embracing’ this punishment ‘fully.”
Indeed, it almost seems like he was beginning to enjoy the extra
attention it brought him.
By chance I had run into my good
friend and colleague, Mary Stewart, who teaches health in lower school.
We fell into talking and I shared the dilemma I was trying to solve.
She knew Tyler quite well from teaching him in lower school and
admitted that he had been quite a handful back then and was hardly
surprised that he was still difficult; an “adorably brilliant pain in
the ass,” she had called him.
She then offered to help me out by taking Tyler for me during her 5th
grade class after lunch. She explained that her health class was
focusing on the changes that take place during puberty and that, if I
thought it helpful, she’d be willing to put Tyler in front of the boys
and have them examine him up close and undoubtedly pepper him with
awkward questions about his body and about puberty. “He’ll be away from
his friends and peers, whom he’s no doubt trying to impress, and he’ll
be forced to be the center of attention in a less than comfortable way.
I can’t help but think that he’ll find that punitive.” she mused. “Let
me know if you’re interested. If you are, then I’ll want to arrange a
way to separate the boys and girls; not sure having a naked teenage boy
standing up in front of prepubescent girls would go over so well with
some of our parents. I suspect my colleague Katie might be willing to
take my girls and add her boys to mine. She could then have a similar
lesson for just the girls, …except without the ‘special guest.’”
“That’s quite an offer.” I responded without hesitation. It did seem a
perfect way to force my friend Tyler out of his apparent comfort zone.
“So when exactly is your class? …and how much do you want me to tell
Tyler in advance? I’ll bring him down myself. Just tell me when to
arrive.”
“Get him here by 12:20 - a few minutes before class
starts so I can make sure he knows what’s expected of him, though
please fill him in on the lesson plan. If he can get himself mentally
ready for what he’ll have to do, then he’ll do a better job.”
“Alright - will do. I’ll have Tyler down here by 12:20. That’s not far
off - I’ll have to run now to get him to an early lunch.” and before
leaving, I added, “Thanks Mary, I deeply appreciate your willingness to
help me out. This seems as good a plan as any to help Tyler learn what
he’s supposed to from all this.”
She smiled, “I do hope so
for his sake, and it’ll provide a good lesson for my younger boys as
well. There is one lad in particular that’ll likely keep Tyler on his
toes. It should be an entertaining class for me as well. I haven’t seen
Tyler in a few years; I’ll enjoy seeing him again, especially
‘stripped’ of his arrogant swagger that marked his time in lower
school.”
I laughed as I thought of what poor Tyler was about
to encounter; it was going to be good for him, an important part of the
lesson. I quickly headed off to find Tyler and to instruct him to grab
a bite to eat before I escorted him to the lower school.
Chapter 22 - A Hurried Lunch
[Tyler]
“Hi
Tyler. I can see that you’re managing to navigate this innovative
disciplinary experience with reasonable success. I must applaud you for
embracing the awkwardness with gusto. I just spoke with Mr. Justi who
told me I’d find you out here in the heat of the day where your lack of
clothing was perhaps an advantage.” He smiled and nodded approvingly.
“But I need you to know that I’ve arranged for you a slight change in
your afternoon plans. I need you to go grab your lunch now so you can
be ready for a short trip down the street to our lower school. I’ll
explain more in 20 minutes when you get to my office. For now I ask
that you head quickly to the cafeteria and grab a bite to eat. Don’t be
late.”
“Wait a second,” I quickly said, “What’s going on? Where are you sending me?”
“To our lower school for the afternoon. We’re leaving in 25 minutes so
be quick at lunch. I promise to explain what’ll be expected of you when
you get to my office. I trust you’ll be on time. Now go.” and with that
he gave me a cryptic smile, turned, and left. I wasn’t at all happy -
I’d finally figured out a strategy for surviving this day with my
reputation intact among my peers, and to put that plan in effect I
needed to be seen enjoying, and reveling in my unclothed celebrity,
which will be hard to do if I’m elsewhere.
I reluctantly
returned to the sidelines of the game which had resumed without me and
I shouted out to Thane to be sure to grab my frisbee when the game was
over and that I’d get it from him later. I then picked up my book bag
and headed off to lunch.
I was not surprised that during
this less supervised down time, my classmates were more willing than
ever to shout out caustic comments in my direction which I either
ignored or, in order to carry out my attempt to make my nudity an
asset, acknowledged with a big smile and a thumbs up. And when my
friend Harry took the liberty of sneaking up behind me and giving me a
loud open palmed spank on my bare ass, to the great applause of those
around, I simply turned to him with a smile and said, “Good one Harry -
hope you enjoyed that. But, just so you know, you are a few weeks early
- my birthday isn’t till next month. I’ll happily offer you my bare
backside then. …but of course,” I continued after a dramatic pause with
a raised eyebrow, “we will all expect you to offer the same in return
on your own birthday.” And as I expected, the crowd roared their
approval thinking this was a wonderful idea. Harry is always joking
around and has real flair; he clearly enjoys the center of attention,
so he might just go for it, and no doubt the rest of the class would
love to see his naked back side - he’s cute if I have to say so myself.
Anyway, we all laughed together at that, and I managed to escape to the
cafeteria, quickly grab a sandwich from the express line and then grab
a seat. I saw Sydney in the line not far behind me and beckoned for her
to join me, an invitation at which she quickly smiled and assured me
that she’d be delighted. And it wasn’t long before I found myself
seated at a table surrounded by Sydney and a handful of her friends,
all of whom were keen on seeing me up close and peppering me, wide
eyed, with questions about how I got myself into this mess and how I
was managing to survive the day. I responded coyly saying only that it
was still a work in progress, and I’d have to fill them in on the juicy
details tomorrow since I had to eat and run, explaining that Mr.
Innovata had special plans for my afternoon down at the lower school.
“What?” said Jackie, “You’re going to show off this stud-like body of
yours to prepubescent little kids - what a waste!” and she caressed my
bare shoulder as she said it while the others at the table looked on
and made cooing sounds signaling their agreement. Not Sydney however
who simply laughed and said, “We really mustn’t give Tyler too many
compliments - it swells his head all too quickly!” …then with a
mischievous grin she reached under the table and between my legs and
squeezed my nuts, adding, “Of course, it might be fun to see his
swollen head.”
I nearly jumped up out of my seat in surprise
but thankfully resisted that urge; instead, I calmly turned a bit
towards Sydney, even opening up my legs further as I said with my own
mischievous grin, “I admit that would be fun, but it’ll have to wait
till some other time. I’ve got to get my ‘naked butt’ over to Mr.
Innovata’s office in less than 2 minutes, so I’ll see you all later.”
and with that I leaned over to grab my book bag and swung it around in
front of me onto my lap hiding what was the beginnings of an erection.
Then as I stood up carefully keeping the bag in front of me and headed
for the cafeteria door. Once I was out the door, I headed directly to
the boy’s room down the hall and into the nearest stall, by which time
my erection was undeniable. Mortified by the idea of sporting a full
fledge boner in front of some lower school kids, I decided to relieve
myself once again as quickly as possible. It occurred to me even as I
jerked off that it was a real shame to rush these sorts of things, but
I wasn’t in a position to savor the joys of climax at this moment, so I
did a rush job and then raced off to begin my afternoon’s adventure.
Chapter 23 - Excursion to Lower School
“You’re
a minute late.” Mr. Innovata said as I entered without knocking. He was
standing at his desk with car keys dangling from his hand, “We’ll have
to hurry. Drop you bag in the corner and come with me.” and he headed
for the door, and I dropped my bag as instructed and followed. “You’ll
be spending the next hour in a 5th grade classroom. They’ve
been studying the basics of human biology and most recently about the
changes that take place during puberty. The thought is that you’d be
willing first to serve as a physical model of what happens during
puberty, then engage the class in whatever questions they have. Ms.
Stewart, the head of the school’s health and sex education program will
monitor the discussion and ensure that it is carried out
professionally. She wanted me to relay to you that her students, who
are on the cusp of puberty are intensely curious about what they can
expect in the coming years and is hoping that you’ll be willing to
answer their questions honestly. If any of their questions are too
personal, you may politely decline to answer and that’s perfectly OK.”
We had reached the faculty parking lot and Mr. Innovate clicked his
keychain and I could hear a car unlocking. It was a red Toyota Prius.
He walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and ushered me in.
One other teacher happened to be getting out of his own car nearby and
was watching with wide eyed amusement.
After the horrifying
tear-stained start to the day and my wholesale meltdown in History with
Mr. Justi, I was determined to remain henceforth unfazed by whatever
else I had to endure and to refuse to show the slightest angst about my
unclothed state, but I couldn’t help but be anxious about what Mr.
Innovata had just outlined for me, and as I dutifully jumped into the
passenger seat, I nearly screamed in pain, quickly hopping back out
rubbing my burnt backside. “Holy shit,” I exclaimed, “that seat is
boiling. I think my ass is on fire!”
“Oops! Sorry about
that, Tyler!” he quickly responded. “I should have thought about that.”
and he quickly fished a blanket out of the trunk which he draped over
the front seat and with a look of genuine empathy and another apology
ushered me to try again. The teacher looking on could barely keep a
straight face and eventually spoke up.
“Hello, Mr. Innovata. I
can’t help but notice that you’ve got some miscreant in tow. I think
you’ve managed to illustrate for the poor child exactly what it means
to be in the ‘hot seat’.” He raised his huge bushy eyebrows as he
laughed heartedly at his own wit.
“Very clever! and yes, Mr.
Jones, you’re right, though I didn’t intentionally burn the poor
miscreant. This here is Tyler Formale who is undergoing with his
parents blessing an ‘alternative’ punishment in lieu of suspension.
He’s now off to the lower school building for an interview with the 5th
grade crowd. I’ll let you know later how it goes, but for now we need
to be on our way.” and with that he nodded a farewell to Mr. Jones and
got in the car and we drove away.
The lower school is not at
all far - just on the other side of campus. We could have walked there
in about 6-7 minutes, but clearly the schedule was tight and there
wasn’t time for a lengthy stroll across campus. It was in total about a
two-minute car ride during which Mr. Innovata commented on the feedback
he had gotten from my first two classes. The witty essay I had read
aloud in Ms. Tomaso’s English class seems to have struck a chord.
“So, I heard about your clever little essay in English this morning. It
seems you managed to regroup rather quickly after that difficult
meeting first thing with your parents. I’m glad you’re making the best
of your circumstances and even keeping a sense of humor about it all.
But keep in mind that the primary goal for today and this punishment in
particular is that you discover first-hand what empathy is about. Are
you making progress on that account?”
“What? Do you mean if
I’ve figured out how to put myself in someone else’s shoes? I guess so.
I can empathize with how Arthur may have felt after we hid his clothes.
I feel that right now, sitting here talking with you without a stitch
of clothing and knowing that I have to endure an afternoon in front of
folks while I’m like this. It’s not easy being so vulnerable - it’s not
something I've experienced too often so I guess in a way this
‘innovative punishment’ is serving its purpose. …though Arthur didn’t
have to do a Q&A with little kids staring at his private parts.”
“Perhaps not, but he did have to solicit a teacher’s help in that
‘vulnerable’ state ...and he, unlike you, didn’t do anything at all to
deserve it.” We had arrived and he pulled into a spot right next to the
entrance to the lower school and without another word he got out and
signaled for me to do likewise. I dutifully followed him into the
building only to be greeted by the shocked scream of the secretary,
Mrs. Prude, as she laid eyes on me. At the same time the collective
gasp of what must have been a whole class of little kids.
“Oh dear! What is going on? We have a whole class of 1st grade children here about to head over to the gym. We should not be exposing our innocent children to this type of thing!”
“My apologies, Mrs. Prude,” said Mr. Innovata at once, “This here is
Tyler Formale and he’s to be a guest in Ms. Stewart’s health class this
afternoon.”
“I remember Tyler very well,” she snapped back,
“and he was quite a handful back when he was a lower school student
himself and it is clear, since he’s with you, that he hasn’t really
changed his ways, but regardless I don’t think it’s appropriate for him
to be sauntering around these innocent hallways in the state he’s in.
Please find something to cover him up!” and with that she quickly got
up and opened the closet behind her and rummaged around for a moment
before returning with a bath towel from the lost and found. She tossed
it my way and I wrapped it around my waist and while she scowled and
shook her head disapprovingly, she seemed somewhat mollified. “Now be
on your way quickly. Ms. Stewarts room is all the way down the hall on
your right.” And so we set off down the hall while I could hear Mrs.
Prude shushing the children who dared ask about what was going on. I
remember being scared of Mrs. Prude when I was little and wasn’t at all
surprised that she had the kids obediently silent in no time.
“That was a bit awkward.” I commented.
“Yes, a bit - I’d spoken with Ms. Stewart, but she clearly didn’t pass
along that we were coming and that you’d be wearing your birthday suit.
Oh well, she’ll get over it, and I don’t think it’ll do any lasting
harm to the children.”
Chapter 24 - Mrs. Stewart’s Health Class
I
walked down the hall wearing far more than I’d worn since this
morning’s meeting. We arrived at Ms. Stewarts room and Mr. Innovata
gently knocked before turning the handle and peeking his head in.
“Hello Ms. Stewart, I just want you to know that we’ve arrived, and
Tyler is ready whenever you are.”
“Please send him on in.” she said, and he opened the door wider and ushered me in.
“Hello, Ms. Stewart.” I said as I entered timidly.
“Hello Tyler, it’s good to see you again; it’s been a few years since
you were in my health class, and,” she then added with an amused grin,
“…it’s quite obvious that you’ve grown up a lot since then. Please come
up front and have a seat on this stool facing the circle of chairs. The
children will be here in another few minutes. Glad you arrived before
they did. Did Mr. Innovata explain what you’ll be doing today?”
“Sort of - I think I’m to answer their questions about what happens during puberty.”
“Yes, at the end of class for sure, and I do encourage you to be
forthright and honest. However, in the opening half of class I’ll ask
them to take a careful look at your body writing down their
observations. We’ll then collectively make a list of their observations
and discuss the changes that they themselves can look forward to when
they move onto middle school. After that discussion, I’ll open up the
class for questions. Will that work for you?”
“Okay, I guess.”
I said aloud, but then added under my breath as I heard the bell ring,
“not like I really have too much choice.”
“Good,” said Ms.
Stewart, “The kids will now be on their way. As they enter, I’ll
instruct them to take out a sheet of paper and to begin their
observations. Why don’t you keep the towel around you for now and as
soon as I go over the ground rules with the kids, you can remove it.”
and then she added,” and of course, it’ll work best if you stand up
facing them so they can study you closely.”
A red-haired boy
with tons of freckles was the first to enter followed almost
immediately by a gang of 3 dark haired boys who were laughing loudly
about something while pushing and shoving each other in what was
clearly a playful way, but they stopped short as they saw me in the
front of the room. “Whoa - what’s going on? Why is there a half-naked
kid in our class today?”
“Just quiet down now, Phillip, and
take your seat and get out a pad of paper and a pen. We’ve got a
special guest today, so I fully expect you to be on your best behavior.
….and that goes for you too, Drew; and you as well, George.” and the
three boys looked gleefully at one another and took their seats in the
very front row and, as instructed, got out a pen and paper. The rest of
the class filed in slowly thereafter and Ms. Stewart successfully
directed them all to get to a seat and prepare themselves with pen and
paper. I meanwhile did my best to pretend that I was totally at ease
sitting in front of them all with nothing but a towel wrapped around my
waist.
I must confess that I was conflicted in having the
towel and knowing that I’d be having to relinquish it shortly. On the
one hand I was relieved to have my privates covered and yet in the
setting where everyone else was fully clothed, it seemed scant coverage
to say the least. If I’d been on the beach or swimming pool, then the
towel would have been fine. Fitting in is a relative state of affairs
and depends so much on what’s happening all around you. While I was
musing about all this, I noticed that the boy named Phillip who had
taken the seat directly in front of me, had dropped his pen and as he
bent over to pick it up, he was conspicuously craning his neck so as to
look upward in my direction. The expression on his face and the way he
whispered to his buddy gave me reason to pay closer attention to what
they were up to. His buddy Drew then dropped his pen on the floor in
front of him and proceeded to do the same as he picked it up and I
quickly figured out that they were checking out what I was wearing
under my towel. Instinctively I glared at them as I clamped my legs
together. But almost simultaneously recognized how silly I was to be
self-conscious given that I was going to standing in front of these
same kids in just another minute or so without the towel at all. And I
even reflected on when, just a few years ago, I too was an obnoxious
kid about the same age as these kids and somehow thought it funny when
my friends and I did almost the same thing at a 3-day school sponsored
camping trip to a nature preserve near the Chesapeake.
When
George then dropped his pencil and leaned down to pick it up, I
reminded myself of my resolve to embrace my circumstances without
apology. I opened up my legs so he could see my boyhood as fully as
possible given the towel around my waist and, wide eyed, he looked up
and our eyes met. I gave him a knowing smile and allowed him a full
view of my privates as he pretended to look for his fallen pen. I
laughed as he looked away embarrassed and located his pen and returned
to his seat. It was only then that I looked around the classroom myself
and noticed that there were only boys seated in front of me.
“All right,” Ms. Stewart said as the class had all gathered and were
expectantly looking alternatively at her and me, “As you are all well
aware, we’ve been discussing the bodily changes that will take place as
you all enter that phase in life called puberty. We have a rare
opportunity this afternoon to have with us a young man from middle
school who is in the very midst of these bodily changes, and he’s
agreed to model those changes for you, and to answer whatever questions
you may have. But before we get started, I have a few ground rules to
go over with you. To begin with, we’ll have a few minutes of complete
silence when you’ll simply write down whatever observations you can
make regarding his pubescent body. We will then make a list of your
observations on the whiteboard behind Tyler. After that, you’ll be
given the opportunity to ask Tyler whatever questions you have about
puberty and how he’s dealing with all the changes taking place as he
matures. You have all noticed also, I expect, that your female
classmates are not here today. It was decided that you’d feel more at
ease and more willing to ask questions if they weren’t here. Any
questions?” and after a short pause in which no one spoke up, she
added, “So I will now ask Tyler if he’d be kind enough to stand up in
front of you, remove the towel that now hides his genitalia, and allow
you all to take a good, close look at maturing body. And all of you
will begin writing down your observations.” She then nodded for me to
oblige her request.
Once again, I found myself struggling to
pretend that this request was of no importance to me as all eyes were
quickly shifted in my direction. I stood up and with as much flair as I
could muster, along with a totally fake confident smile, ripped the
towel from around my waist, twirled it around a few times before
tossing it nonchalantly aside. I then stood up straight with my hands
at my hips and faced the class. There was hushed silence for the next
half minute or so the boys all examined me with wide eyes, uniformly
fascinated with my midsection. I meanwhile had no good idea as what to
do other than to stand there in front of them. To say that I felt
awkward would be a gross understatement, as my mind raced to figure out
some way to make this all seem as if I were alright with this, as if I
weren’t enduring some punishment. In the back of my mind, I could hear
the earlier suggestion that I’d be better off by embracing this fully.
So how does one do that? How am I supposed to embrace this moment
fully? What does that even mean?
One kid in the back row
then raised his hand timidly and in a soft voice asked Ms. Stewart if
perhaps they could all leave their seats to examine me closer and from
different angles. I decided that this could be my one opportunity to
take ownership of this ordeal and shift my role from being a passive
victim to an active and engaged performer. So I spoke up before she
could answer the kid.
“Please forgive me.” I said as I looked
directly at the boy, “I should have thought of that myself. Let me
wander around the room so you can see me from all angles, and up close.
And of course,” I added as I looked towards Mrs. Stewart, “I’ll answer
all your questions in another few minutes when Mrs. Stewart moves on to
that segment of class.” I saw that she looked back at me with a wry
smile of approval so I did as I said and wandered slowly around the
class among all the desks and even raised up my arms so they could see
the little bit of hair that had begun to grow under my arms. I also
knelt once or twice and rubbed my fingers over my upper lip to the hint
of soft stubble that was likely beginning to show since it was over a
week ago since I had last shaved. The boys meanwhile were all staring
intently at me and writing down their observations. There was one boy
however with a very puzzled look on his face as I approached, and he
pointed straight at my penis.
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