Anticipation

Anticipation 4

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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
Intermission

Vocabulary... English words for some items may vary. Words used in our fictitious Caribbean location will also vary.

jumper = (Amer) sweater
cravat = necktie
trousers = (Amer) pants = (Scot) breeks
vest = (Amer) undershirt = (Aus) singlet
gotchies = (Amer) briefs = (Eng) pants

Anticipation
Chapter 4
[Alpenhorn, 2022]

Jeanne watched eagerly from her seat. Donald stood unhappily at the front of the classroom, securely held by four of his classmates—the “holders”.

Miss Claire announced, ‘This should be fun for these 28 voyeurs: we will take turns removing your clothes!’

Donald struggled, but in vain.

‘Class, who wants to be first?’

All the kids eagerly raised their hands.

Miss Claire scanned the class. ‘Chandise.’ The girl jumped up, smiling. ‘Kindly remove Donald’s jumper.’

Chandise directed the two boys to hold Donald’s arms straight up. Then, starting at the waist, she slowly pulled the jumper up ... over Donald’s torso, then his face, then his arms. Donald squirmed at her touch. The two holders adjusted their grips, so the jumper could come off over Donald’s hands.

‘Can I keep it?’ Chandise asked.

‘No,’ Miss Claire answered. ‘Fold it nicely and put in on my desk. Afterward, Donald will get dressed again.’

Next, a boy—Omario—removed Donald’s necktie. ‘Touch?’ he asked. Miss Claire nodded. So Omario ran his fingers over Donald’s face and hair. Jeanne shivered, imagining the feel of that lovely hair. Or of that golden brown skin.

Omario came to Donald’s misshapen left ear. ‘So, Don,’ he said, ‘what happened to your ear? I always wondered.’

Donald answered, ‘Raccoon byte.’

‘Amelia and Letonia, please do the shoes.’ The two girls asked the holders to seat Donald on the railing, facing the class. They removed the shoes and placed them on the desk with the other clothing. Jeanne saw that there was a hole in one of the socks. Receiving a nod from Miss Claire, the two girls groped Donald’s feet; they were not gentle. Donald grunted. Finally, the holders stood the boy back up on his sock feet.

Jeanne wondered if Miss Claire was doing things in a particular order. It certainly seemed to be a proper “strip tease”!

A girl—Durene—was appointed for the shirt. At her first touch, Donald jerked away. But the holders didn’t let him move much. Durene pulled the shirt tail out of the trousers. Then, starting at the bottom, she undid the buttons, slowly, one after another. She opened the front, revealing a plain white vest. With the help of the holders, she got the shirt up and off over Donald’s hands. Then Durene was allowed to touch. Donald’s underarms were now exposed; she tickled there, making him squirm and laugh.

Jeanne watched everything carefully. She was definitely all tingly and damp in her panties. For the first time, she realised that Donald was a bit chubby.

‘For the trousers,’ Miss Claire said. Jeanne’s hand was raised high, along with many others. But a boy—Justin—was chosen.

Justin came forward with a smirk. He poked Donald in the stomach. He unbuckled the belt. He unfastened the front button of the trousers. He slowly slowly pulled down the zipper. Jeanne was panting (along with many of the others). But then Justin (that sneak) had the holders turn Donald around, facing away from the class. Justin lowered the trousers, revealing plain white gotchies, then baring the legs. The holders lifted Donald off the floor, and Justin got the trousers off over his feet.

Jeanne thought that the upper thighs were lighter colour than the rest of Donald’s skin. Maybe because of less suntanning. She also noticed the threadbare condition of Donald’s gotchies. All students wore the same uniform, so differences in wealth were not normally seen. But Donald’s underwear? It showed his family was dirt poor. And look: Jeanne could see the shape of Donald’s bum: yes he was clearly a bit chubby.

Justin placed the trousers on the desk. With a nod from Miss Claire, Justin groped the front of Donald’s gotchies. Donald grunted. Justin was doing something to Donald there; but what? All Jeanne could see was Donald’s butt bouncing as he tried to evade.

Finally, Justin went back to his seat as he told the handlers to turn Donald to face the class. Donald was red in the face. But look down there... Jeanne gaped as she saw. There was a “tent” in the front of the gotchies. Justin chuckled. Everyone in the room was staring. Everyone was imagining Donald’s willy in there, pushing the thin fabric forward.

The class was whispering, shuffling their feet, some were half-standing to get a better view. Miss Claire just smiled and waited. Jeanne admired Miss Claire’s timing.

Miss Claire asked the holders to place Donald in The Position. When they lowered him onto the rail, Donald cried out. Jeanne wondered if that was because of his stiff willy getting mashed. The fabric of the gotchies was stretched tight over his bum. WHAP WHAP went the ruler. To Jeanne, the vibrations of the chubby bum cheeks were enchanting to watch.

The holders put Donald back on his feet. Donald seemed to droop where he stood. But no: it was a trick. Suddenly, he wrenched himself free of the holders. He ran to the door. It was an escape. Jeanne wondered what Donald thought he was doing: Surely he was not intending to run down the school corridor in his underwear?

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