Anticipation

Anticipation 6

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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
Chapter 6
[Alpenhorn, 2022]

Donald was almost naked. He had only a skimpy pair of gotchies. Jeanne knew—Donald knew—everyone knew—the gotchies would come off next. Then Donald would be starkers! On display to the whole class!

Miss Claire asked the holders to put Donald in The Position—draped over the padded railing, his legs on the classroom side, his upper body on the chalkboard side. Donald cried out when his stiffy was mashed under his body.

The next volunteer was Gabrielle, a very timid girl. She grabbed the waistband of the gotchies, and pulled it down, baring Donald’s bum. Jeanne noted an interesting tan line: Donald’s bum was lighter in colour than his back.

As Donald squirmed, the chubby globes of his bum danced in waves. WHAP WHAP went the ruler. The sound of strikes on bare skin was louder—and more frightening—than sounds of the previous blows. When Gabrielle let go of the elastic waistband, it remained in place, below Donald’s bum. She gently rubbed, soothing the reddened skin. ‘Look,’ she said, pointing out a yellowish patch of skin on one side.

Jeanne thought: The kids will all remember every detail about Donald’s naked body, but not a single bit of today’s lesson on the Treaty of Madrid.

Gabrielle pulled the two globes of Donald’s bum apart, revealing another secret location on his body. Jeanne was disappointed: she could only see shadow.

Gabrielle, not so timid after all, said: ‘May I use the grow light?’ Miss Claire agreed. The grow light was part of a science lesson the class had done earlier in the year: they used a portable lamp to shine bright light on some plants 24 hours a day to see whether they would grow faster that way. Gabrielle brought the lamp to the front of the room, set it on the floor and turned it to shine upward at Donald’s bum. Then she pulled the two bum cheeks apart again. Jeanne could see everything! Some of the kids were smiling; others were going ‘EEW’. Donald squealed.

Gabrielle put the lamp away and went back to her seat. Jeanne gave her a “thumbs up” as she walked past.

The holders stood Donald back on his feet, facing the chalkboard. The elastic waistband pushing up from below may have helped make his reddened bum more prominent. The holders turned Donald around to face the class. Yes, the front of his gotchies were still tented out by his stiffy. His face was redder than ever; was that from embarrassment? Or from the strokes of the ruler? Maybe both!

[Jeanne listened to the boys behind her.]—How does the front say up like that? Why doesn’t the stretched waistband pull it down? [Jeanne wondered about that herself.] —Well, it is really tight, maybe that is the reason.—You mean, the elastic would have to stretch even more to go over the junk in there before it could go downward?—Yeah, I think so.—Well, maybe. But Donald’s stiffy must really be rock hard to hold against the pull of that stretched elastic!—Rock-hard? Flinty—Cast-iron—Steely—Ramrod—Granite—Adamantine [they were giggling]

Yummy! thought Jeanne. An adamantine stiffy. And we will all see it in a minute or two. She shivered. And some lucky kid will even get to feel it! Her panties were damp. Imagine squeezing it! Then rubbing: up-down-up-down! Her whole body was tingly.

‘The next volunteer,’ said Miss Claire, ‘Jeanne.’ Of course the teacher had saved the best part for the top student in the class.

Jeanne was ecstatic. She stood up. Her body felt like it was exploding. Her knees gave out and she sat back down suddenly. A heart attack? No. Jeanne had three older sisters, so she recognised what was happening. An orgasm. But she didn’t even have her period yet! And besides: could you have an orgasm just from looking and thinking? (Her sisters always had to use some vibrating dildos for that.)

‘Jeanne?’ Miss Claire repeated.

Jeanne took a deep breath, stood up, and walked forward. After all, Donald’s last shred of modesty must be demolished!

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