By Alpenhorn
alpenhorn@hackermail.com
Copyright 2023 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.
Anticipation
Chapter 3
[Alpenhorn, 2022]
Jeanne watched attentively from her seat. Donald stood meekly
at the front of the classroom. He was wearing the school uniform.
‘The time has come, Donald.’ Miss Claire said. ‘Take off your clothes.’
But the boy didn’t move.
‘Donald!’ Miss Claire said sternly. ‘Now!’
Donald meekly shook his head.
‘Very well. We can do this without your cooperation.’ She looked over
the classroom. ‘Llanzo, Sanka,’ she chose two of the larger, stronger,
boys. ‘Come up here. Hold Donald’s arms’ The two boys grinned as
they eagerly complied. Next, she chose two or the larger girls:
‘Alvita, Kenise. Come and hold his legs.’ The two girls knelt, one on
each side, and firmly grasped Donald by the knees.
When Donald saw what was happening, he began to struggle. But he was no mach for his four classmates.
Miss Claire addressed the four holders. ‘Put him in The Position.’
Everyone knew what “The Position” was. There was a padded railing
there, waist high to an adult, but nearly shoulder high to most of the
kids. The four holders lifted the struggling boy off his feet and
draped him over the railing. His legs were on one side, toward the
class; his upper body was on the other side, toward the chalkboard.
His bum was at the apex, in clear view of everyone.
Miss
Claire struck. WHACK! WHACK! Two strokes with the ruler on the seat
of Donald’s trousers, one on each side. The boy let out a shriek.
Jeanne wondered if the whole school heard it.
‘Stand him up
again,’ instructed Miss Claire. ‘We will need to sound-proof the
room. Eggbert, would you close the security door, please? And you
four girls, batten down the hurricane shutters.’
This would be
the first time Jeanne had seen the security door closed. Ever since
the first day of school, it had been there, standing open, never used.
Miss Claire had told them that, in case a “bad person” got into the
school building, they could close that door to remain safe and secure
in their classroom. Eggbert had to lean his whole body to move it.
The door smoothly and silently swung around, then closed with WHUMP.
Eggbert moved the handle to the locked position. The room was sealed
off from the corridor outside.
Meanwhile, the four girls
cranked the hurricane shutters closed. Here in the Caribbean,
hurricanes would likely strike every year. These shutters kept the
room secure from the winds and rain. But they also sealed out sounds.
When they were closed, Jeanne could no longer hear the cars and the
birds outside. It was completely quiet.
‘All right, Donald,’ Miss Claire explained. ‘You can shout all you like. No one will hear you and interrupt your spanking.’
Jeanne raised her hand. ‘But, Miss Claire,’ she asked. ‘Is the room also air tight? Are we in danger of suffocating?’
‘That is a good question, Jeanne. It would take four to six hours
sealed in here before we would start running out of oxygen. This
spanking will take only fifteen minutes. We will be quite safe for
that period of time.’
Donald was standing before the class, secured by four strong holders.
‘All right, Donald,’ Miss Claire explained. ‘This should be fun for
these 28 voyeurs: they will take turns removing your clothes!’
Donald struggled to get loose, but in vain.
‘Class, who wants to be first?’
All the kids eagerly raised their hands.