Distressed Jeans

By Pixote

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Copyright 2023 by Pixote all rights reserved

Distressed Jeans:

Olivia Montgomery was impatiently waiting for her kids to come downstairs. Her son, Mason, had been sent back to his room to change his pants. “Mason! Hurry up! No more dawdling! You’re going to be late for school.”

Upstairs, thirteen-year-old Mason was pleading with his twin sister. “Come on, Madison. I did your chores last weekend so you could sleep over at Emily’s. You owe me one.”

“Mason. What happens when you get home from school. Mom will see you wore those pants. You know that Mom and Dad have both said you cannot wear distressed jeans to school. They violate the school’s dress code.”

Mason argued. “The dress code says you can’t wear torn clothing. It doesn’t say anything about new distressed jeans. They’re not torn. That’s the way they’re made. Besides, Mom and Dad will be at work when we get home. I’ll have ninety minutes to change into my play clothes. They’ll never know I wore them to school.”

“But what happens if the school gives you detention for dress code violations?”

Mason grinned. “Remember, they stopped calling parents to inform them of detentions. They now send notes to be signed. Mom’s signature is easy to forge. Besides, detentions are no big deal. They last for one hour, sometimes shorter if the teacher lets us out early. I’ll have time to come home and change before our parents return from work.”

Madison gave in as usual. She just prayed she wouldn’t get in trouble for helping her brother. She left Mason’s room, closed the door, and returned to her bedroom before she called out, “Mom, can you help me with my bra?”

“Madison, sweetie, you don’t need to wear your training bra. You look nice in the blouse you have on.” Olivia grinned. Madison’s breasts had just begun to blossom. Unless she wore a wet t-shirt to school, no one would notice the slight swelling under her nipples.

“But Mom! All of my friends will be wearing bras.”

There was no time to argue. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Olivia ran upstairs and into Madison’s bedroom. Olivia couldn’t understand why she’d need her help. Her training bra was just a one-piece sleeve without a clasp. As soon as she closed the door to Madison’s room, Mason ran down the stairs and out the front door.

Madison heard her brother make his escape. “Sorry, Mom. No time. Running late. I just heard Mason leave for school. I’ll have to forget the bra today.” Madison handed her Mom her training bra and took off down the stairs and out the front door to join Mason.

Olivia shook her head in disbelief. “Kids!” Checking her watch, she realized she was running late. Olivia ran to get her purse and leave for work. She still had Madison’s training bra in her hand when she went to unlock her car door. Rushed and flustered, Olivia stuffed it into her purse.

Madison met her brother at the end of the block. She couldn’t believe what she saw him wearing. The school dress code required boys to wear shirts with collars. Mason was wearing a tie-dyed t-shirt almost long enough for her to wear as a nightgown.

“Mason, where’s the shirt you were wearing at breakfast?”

“It’s in my book bag. I changed into this after I left the house.”

“Why are you doing this? You’re just asking for trouble. I bet our homeroom teacher sends you to the office as soon as she sees that outfit.”

Before he could answer his sister, a few of Mason’s friends joined them as they arrived at their school. Madison left her brother to go to her locker. She couldn’t believe how weird Mason was behaving this morning.

***

Mason made his way through the maze of empty corridors leading to the administrative offices. Why was he sent to see Ms. Fulton, the School Disciplinary Officer? He has had three detentions this year. Each time he was given a notification slip to take home to be signed by a parent. Then, when he returned the form, he’d attend detention after school. This was the first time he had to visit the dreaded SDO.

The only students sent to the SDO had committed serious rules infractions. Things like bullying, fighting, cheating, and destruction of school property. Not something as silly as a dress code violation. Everyone thought the SDO was a pervert. The punishments Ms. Fulton dished out were totally humiliating.

Then he remembered what had happened to his friend Zack. Zack had to pose for the eighth-grade art classes for a week when he was caught cheating. Mason smiled as he remembered seeing Zack posing buck naked. Damn! He was so cute! He wished he knew if Zack was gay. Mason reached down to adjust his boner, hoping no one would notice.

Mason turned the corner to walk down another long corridor. He could now see the glass wall that spanned the width of the admin offices. Walking down the wall’s length, he saw a flurry of activity. A student from each homeroom was turning in attendance forms. He noticed Principal Carlton and Ms. Kiper, his fourth-period Biology teacher, in a heated discussion while standing next to the coffee station. The receptionist, along with a half dozen secretaries, were scurrying about. A file clerk walked around, stopping at each desk with a large box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts.

It was then Mason froze in place. Looking through the glass wall, he saw his Mom and Dad talking to Mr. Harding, the Vice Principal. His parents entered the VP’s office, followed by Mr. Harding. Why were they here so early in the morning? His homeroom teacher sent him to the SDO’s office immediately after he arrived. They wouldn’t have had time to respond to this dress code violation. It had to be something else, but what?

As soon as the coast was clear, Mason quickly entered and announced his arrival to the receptionist. Mason was told to take a seat outside the SDO’s office. He was sitting for less than a minute before Ms. Fulton summoned him. It was as if she was waiting for him to arrive at school this morning.

“Ms. Fulton, I know I’m in trouble, but can I ask why my parents are here? I thought my homeroom teacher would give me a detention form to take home to my parents.”

“Mason, that’s an excellent question. You did violate the school’s dress code. That would result in a detention session being issued. However, I needed to discuss something far more serious with you and your parents this morning. Did you know some of our students have been forging their parent’s signatures on the detention forms being sent home?”

Mason was blushing as he shook his head, “No.”

“Well, it’s true. When we discovered the problem, we took action. I keep track of every detention that is served on my computer. I printed out a list of students who have been issued one or more detentions this school year. The secretaries then pulled the files for each student, comparing the signatures on the detention forms in the file with the initial enrollment forms your parents signed.”

Mason knew he was toast. There was no sense in denying he forged his Mom’s signature.

“Do my parents know?”

“Mr. Harding is explaining everything to your Mother and Father.” Ms. Fulton continued. “Mason, why did you do it? Why forge your Mother’s signature?”

Mason sat silent, shrugging his shoulders. There was no way he was going to tell Ms. Fulton the truth. It’d be too embarrassing. Mason’s Mom and Dad believed in spanking. Spanking on the bare butt. Sometimes making him take off all of his clothes. Mason hadn’t been spanked since he was ten, three years ago. Mason wasn’t sure if they’d still spank him on the bare. After all, he was a teenager now. But he wasn’t about to risk it.

Ms. Fulton assumed Mason was trying to avoid being punished. So she continued without pressing him to answer. She needed to determine Mason’s Achilles’ Heel.

“Mason, I go to all of the school’s gymnastic meets. You’ve seen me there, haven’t you?”

Mason nodded, “Your daughter is Katlin. She is fantastic on the balance beam.”

“Yes, I’m very proud of her. Just as I’m sure your parents are proud of you. You’re the captain of the boys’ team. Your floor exercise is magnificent. I don’t think you’ve ever received less than a 9.0 score. In addition, you always place in the top three in the all-around competition.”

“Thanks.”

“Mason, you’re also a member of the boy's cheerleading squad. Because of your gymnastic skills, they decided to have you join the team, despite being only thirteen and in the eighth grade. With you as their flyer, your coach thinks the team has a chance to win the regional tournament and go to the state finals.”

“Thanks. I really enjoy being a flyer.”

Ms. Fulton asked, “I was wondering, how many forward handsprings can you do?”

“The most I’ve done consecutively is twenty-two.”

“Wow! That’s amazing! Every pep rally we hold in the gymnasium features you performing handsprings down the length of the basketball court. The student body really gets into it, cheering while you perform. They scream out a count of your handsprings urging you on.”

Ms. Fulton continued. “The other squad members are much bigger and stronger than you. They can toss you very high into the air during the routines. Then they also form that pyramid with three guys on the bottom, two boys on their shoulders, and you climbing to stand at the very top. Aren’t you worried about getting injured?”

“Nah. I trust the guys.” Mason grinned, thinking about the times the guys groped his butt and boner when catching him. Mason often wondered, how much of that is accidental? Mason was hoping most of it was deliberate. He got erections every time he performed as a flyer. He enjoyed the guys teasing him about popping boners. However, that came at a price. Mason also found it embarrassing that his boyish assets were clearly displayed in his tight leotard outfit when performing in gymnastics and cheerleading events.

“Mason, just one more question while we wait for your parents to join us.” Ms. Fulton needed to determine Mason’s priorities. “How important is it to you that you be allowed to remain on the gymnastic and cheerleading teams? Do you realize I could have you suspended from both extracurricular activities?”

Mason panicked, jumping from his seat and standing in front of Ms. Fulton’s desk. “Please don’t suspend me from the teams!” Mason was teary-eyed. He put the palms of his hands together as if he was praying. “Please! I’m begging!” “I swear! I’ll do anything you decide is fair to punish me. I promise I’ll behave! But please don’t ….” Mason was interrupted.

Mr. Harding tapped on the door before opening it, allowing Mason’s parents to enter. He left, closing the door behind him, trusting Ms. Fulton to resolve the issue.

“Great timing! Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery, please have a seat. Mason. Please turn your chair a little bit to better face your parents and then sit back down.”

Olivia and Karl, Mason’s parents, were upset about their son’s behavior. Mason was surprised when his Mom sat silent, allowing his Dad to take charge. In the past, his Mom was always the disciplinarian. His Mom insisted that his Dad was too soft, more a kid at heart than an adult. This actually made Mason uneasy, not knowing what to expect.

“Mason. You have a lot to explain. First. Why did you forge your Mom’s signature on the detention forms?”

Mason looked down at his shoes, unable to make eye contact with his Dad. “I didn’t want to be punished. Mom kept on warning me I wasn’t too old for a spanking. I wasn’t sure if she was serious. After all, I’m a little old for a spanking.”

“Well, I assure you she was sincere. By the way, you’re not too old to be spanked. Your grandfather spanked me the night before I graduated from High School.”

Mason’s Dad continued, “You signed three detention slips! Three! Now I know it is normal for boys your age to pants other boys. I did the same thing when I was your age. However, don’t you think it would have been wise if you had stopped after getting your first detention for pantsing? Your teachers obviously think it's inappropriate behavior.”

“Mr. Montgomery, the teachers usually don’t give detentions for pantsing unless someone makes a complaint. I agree it is typical behavior of boys Mason’s age. However, Mason has probably pantsed a dozen or more boys in the eighth grade. We only gave him detentions when a parent of one of the boys he pantsed complained to the school administration.”

Karl turned to Mason. “Care to explain?”

Mason shrugged, unsure how to answer. Mason couldn’t tell his Dad the truth. That he was gay. Mason pantsed boys that were cute and not in his gym class. Mason couldn’t see them taking a shower, so he pantsed them to see what they looked like.

Mason’s mother added, “That means you also failed to tell us three times that you had gotten into trouble at school. You know our rules!”

Karl whispered to Olivia, “Remember. We agreed that from now on, I discipline Mason. You discipline Madison.” Olivia rolled her eyes. She was not happy with the changes her husband demanded.

Karl turned back to Mason. “Can you explain why you’re wearing those clothes? You know what the dress code is for the school. You ignored and disrespected your Mother this morning when you didn’t take off the distressed jeans. Then you managed to change into that t-shirt. I want an answer!”

“Dad, you wouldn’t understand.”

That comment infuriated Mason’s Dad. “TELL ME! NOW!”

“Mr. Montgomery, would you mind if I ask Mason a few questions?” Ms. Fulton explained, “I think I know what’s going on with the dress code violation.”

Karl closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slouched back in his chair. Looking at Ms.Fulton, he conceded. “Be my guest.”

“Mason, a rumor about the boy's cheerleading squad has been passed around for years. The word is that there’s a secret initiation that a boy must pass when he becomes a new squad member. Would you know anything about that?”

Once again, Ms. Fulton wasn’t surprised when Mason didn’t answer. “Your homeroom teacher told me she saw your cheerleader squad members outside giving you high-fives and chest bumps this morning when you arrived. They’re all several years older than you. In grades ten through twelve. I find that a bit unusual. Mason, please tell me the truth. Was wearing these clothes a dare you had to perform for your initiation?”

Karl followed suit. “Well? Is that the reason? Is this because of a stupid dare? A silly initiation?”

“Dad. You told me you joined a fraternity in college. Did you go through an initiation?”

“Yes, but they referred to it as hazing.” Karl added in a stern voice, “Please answer Ms. Fulton. Did you wear these clothes today on a dare from your quad members?”

“Dad. What would have happened if you told anyone about the hazing you had to complete to be a fraternity member?”

Karl was becoming frustrated. “I wouldn’t have been allowed to join the fraternity.” Pausing to again regain his composure, he then continued. “I’m guessing you aren’t going to answer Ms.Fulton’s question?”

Mason didn’t answer, swinging his legs to-and-fro as he sat in the chair.

“Mason. If you don’t cooperate, I have no choice but to punish you. You forged your Mom’s name three times. Failed to inform us you had gotten in trouble for pantsing your classmates three times. Then this morning, you defied a direct order from your Mom to change into more appropriate clothing. You show up at school wearing pants and a shirt that violates the dress code.”

“Am I grounded?” Mason was hoping that would be his only punishment.

“Yes, for one month.” Then Mason’s Dad gave him the bad news. “I also plan on spanking you once we get you home.” (pause) “After you take off all of your clothes.” (pause) “In front of your Mom, sister, and anyone else who might be present in the family room.”

Mason was about to protest when Ms. Fulton interrupted him. “Mr. Montgomery, would you mind if I make a suggestion?”

Karl was very receptive. “Please. Any advice would be appreciated.”

Ms. Fulton had Mason return to sit in a chair outside her office with the receptionist assigned to ensure he didn’t wander off. She felt it best to explain her alternative to Mr. Montgomery’s proposed disciplinary measures without Mason being present.

***

Fourth Period: Room 103, Eighth-Grade Biology, Ms. Kiper

Ms. Fulton was standing in front of Ms. Kiper’s desk at the front of the classroom. She was joined by Mason and his parents. Mason’s twin sister, Madison, was seated in the front row of desks. She was unsuccessful in trying to get Mason’s attention. The entire room was buzzing. Notes were being passed, whispering, students pointing at Mason, wondering what was happening.

A loud bell signaled the start of the fourth period. Ms. Kiper asked the students to be quiet. She then explained that their classmate, Mason, would be punished by his parents this morning in front of the class. She then stood to the side, allowing the disciplinary session to start.

Olivia surprised her daughter, who was sitting at a desk in the front row. “Before we begin, Madison, please come up here.”

As she walked up to her Mom, Madison looked at Mason, wondering what was going on. Mason shrugged, mouthing the words, “I don’t know.”

“Madison, don’t you dare lie to me. Did you deliberately distract me this morning, pretending you needed help putting on your training bra?” A few of the students began to giggle, causing Madison to blush.

Madison nodded. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

“You did it to help Mason disobey me?”

“Yes.” Madison saw her Mom glaring at her with her arms crossed in front of her. She knew from experience she’d best cooperate.

Olivia took Madison’s training bra out of her purse. “Turn around. Face the class. Keep your arms and hands at your sides. Don’t move unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

Madison looked again at Mason, hoping to get a clue as to what would happen. “Madison, what are you waiting for! TURN AROUND!”

Standing behind Madison, Olivia explained. “You asked me to help you put on your bra this morning, but you left as soon as I entered your room.” Madison's blushing became more intense as she felt her Mom unbuttoning her blouse. Madison noticed her classmates sitting forward, staring at her.

Olivia removed Madison’s blouse, allowing everyone to see her topless. Her classmates oohed and aahed when they saw her breasts in the earliest stage of development. Her small nipples, which were only slightly raised from her flat chest, centered on puffy mounds, caught everyone’s attention.

After allowing everyone to get a good look at Madison’s exposed pubescent chest, Olivia helped her put on the training bra. As Madison hurried to put her blouse back on, she received another unwelcome surprise.

Olivia made sure everyone heard her. “Madison, when you arrive home this afternoon, you are to go to your room and take off all your clothes. You will then go to the family room. I’ll give you a spanking that you will not soon forget!”

“But Mom, you can’t spank ….”

“Say one more word, and I’ll invite your classmates to come over to witness your spanking. Understand?”

Madison nodded. Her classmates were disappointed when Madison remained silent.

Ms. Fulton turned to Mason. “Remember your promise!”

After seeing Madison’s embarrassing exposure in front of their classmates, he was pretty sure he knew what would happen next. It didn’t matter. There was no way he wanted to be suspended from gymnastics or cheerleading.

Mason nodded. “Yes, Ms. Fulton. I’m ready.”

Karl spoke to the class. “Mason, as you can see, violated the school dress code today, despite being warned to put on proper clothing this morning. I now discover that he has had to serve three detentions for pantsing classmates this year. I didn’t know about this until this morning because he forged his Mother’s signature on the detention forms sent to us. For all of these reasons, I have decided to punish Mason.”

A boy in the second row raised his hand to ask a question. Ms. Fulton asked him to stand and ask his question. The boy was blushing as he began to ask his question while seated.

Ms. Fulton repeated. “Johnny, I told you to stand up to ask your question.”

When Johnny stood, he kept his hands in front of his groin, trying unsuccessfully to hide his obvious erection. “You’re going to spank him naked? Here? Now? In front of us?” Karl nodded. “Mason’s Mom said she planned to spank his sister, Madison, on her bare bottom, after getting naked. Is that the way you’re going to spank Mason?”

The class was laughing at Johnny’s predicament. Truth be told, all of the boys in the classroom were now sporting boners. If not from seeing Madison’s breasts, from the anticipation of seeing Mason stripped naked and spanked.

“Yes. That’s right. Ms. Fulton convinced me I should spank him in front of his peers and classmates. Then, when I’ve finished, Ms. Fulton will announce the punishment she’ll issue as the School Disciplinary Officer.”

The door to the classroom opened. “Ms. Fulton. I’m sorry it took me so long to gather the boys for you.” Mr. Harding, the Vice Principal, ushered eleven boys, ages twelve and thirteen, into the classroom. “Here are all the boys Mason pantsed, except two already present. Johnny Mayfield and Brett Godfrey, please come up here and join these boys.”

Mason grinned when he saw all of his pantsing victims standing together. They all had two things in common. First, all thirteen boys were incredibly cute. Second, all of them were blushing, with noticeable signs of boners. Mason’s boner twitched as he visualized what their cocks and butts looked like when he pantsed them.

Mason’s Dad saw his son’s mischievous grin as he leered at the boys. On a hunch, he caught Mason off guard when he whispered a question. “Mason, which of these boys do you fantasize about at night?” When Mason looked confused by the question, his Dad asked, “Which of these boys do you think about when you jerk off?”

Mason didn’t hesitate in whispering his answer to his Dad. The handsome thirteen-year-old Swede was the only one with a delicious five-inch uncut boner on display when he pantsed him. Mason had wet dreams about sucking his cock. Whispering, he answered, “Lars Johansson. He’s got an incredible cock and a cute ass. Lars is the boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.”

Mason froze in fear, realizing he may have just clued his Dad that he was gay. Karl made sure to not be heard by anyone other than Mason. “You don’t have to worry. I know your secret. It doesn’t change anything. I’m incredibly proud of you. We’ll talk in private when we get home.” Karl then whispered, “You have great taste. Lars is a cutie.”

Standing back up and addressing the boys, Mason’s Dad made an educated gamble. “I need a volunteer. Which of you boys that Mason pantsed wants to help me by undressing him?”

Only eight of the thirteen boys raised their hands. Most seemed embarrassed and reluctant to volunteer. One amusingly raised his hand without hesitation, raising up on his toes, waving at Karl to better get his attention. He didn’t care if he was teased for volunteering. He wanted to be selected. Karl’s gamble paid off.

Karl pointed at the boy, asking a rhetorical question. “Can I ask, what’s your name?”

“Lars. Lars Johansson.”

“Lars, would you please step over here in front of Mason. I want you to undress my son. Remove his shoes, socks, and all of his clothes. Can you do that for me?”

Karl tried, without success, to suppress his amusement. Lars dropped his hands that had been folded in front of his groin when he walked over to Mason. As Lars stood in front of Mason, both boys were grinning. Lars and Mason had noticeable tenting of their pants, leaving no doubt they both had erections.

Lars whispered to Mason, “Are you ready?”

“I’m scared, but I’m happy you’re the one Dad chose.”

Everyone watched Lars undress Mason.

Karl couldn’t help but reminisce. Lars's interaction with Mason brought back memories. Back when Mason and Madison were toddlers. He and Olivia would kneel side by side, undressing the twins to ready them for a bath. They always took their time, being gentle and expressing their love for their kids as they undressed them.

Kneeling, Lars removed Mason’s sneakers and ankle socks. Setting them aside, he fondled Mason’s feet, quickly discovering them to be very ticklish. He then stood to remove Mason’s shirt by pulling it by the hem up and over his head and extended arms.

Lars saw Mason’s facial expression, which displayed a mixture of emotions. Fear of being stripped naked in front of his classmates. Excitement about being seen naked by his classmates, sister, parents, and his teachers. Then Lars prayed he was correct when he saw Mason signaling to him that he wanted to be more than friends with him. That Lars had finally found a boy who, like him, was gay.

Lars noticed Mason was blushing profusely, with the blush extending to the top of his chest. Mason’s chest was well developed for such a young boy and was adorned with tiny nipples. Because of Mason’s gymnastics training, it was no surprise that his abdominals were tight and defined. Lars couldn’t resist poking the tip of his finger into Mason’s innie, causing him to giggle.

Everyone in the classroom leaned forward to see what would happen next. Many, especially the boys, had hands hidden under their desks, their arm movements making it quite obvious they were sexually excited.

Once again kneeling before Mason, Lars unfastened the waistband of Mason’s distressed jeans. When he slowly pulled the zipper down, he was pleasantly surprised to see Mason’s four-inch circumcised boner spring free. Lars looked up at Mason, grinning, mouthing the words, “Naughty! Naughty!”

Lars slid Mason’s jeans down to the floor, allowing Mason to step out of them. There was a mixture of gasps, giggles, and applause when it was discovered Mason had come to school sans underwear. Mason’s secret of enjoying going commando was now revealed.

Lars sat back on his haunches to enjoy the sight before him. Mason’s buttocks and legs were well-toned because of his sports training. He thought Mason’s boner was beautiful, with just a smattering of wispy pubes at the base. With Mason’s boner angled toward the ceiling, Lars saw his testicles hanging loose in a hairless sack.

Karl had to bring Lars out of his trance. “Thanks, Lars. Since you were kind enough to help me undress Mason, I assume you will lend me a hand, if needed, when I spank him?”

“Yes, Sir.” Lars was grinning at Mason, who, despite the moment's embarrassment, smiled at Lars, giving him a nod and a wink to let him know it was okay.

After allowing Mason to stand with his hands at his sides for several minutes, displaying his totally naked body to his classmates, Karl took action. He cleaned off the desk with Ms. Kiper’s permission. Karl then had Mason bend over with his tummy and chest on top of the desk, his butt facing his classmates. Karl stood to the side, being sure not to block the view of Mason’s butt as he was spanked.

Karl was about to begin when he saw a pantsing victim raise his hand. All the boys Mason had pantsed were now seated on the floor in front of the first row. Johnny asked, “Can you have Mason spread his legs so we can see better?”

Everyone laughed. Johnny was sitting less than six feet in front of Mason. Yet he wanted a better view? Still, Karl thought it only fair to accommodate the boy’s wishes. Lars helped Mason position his feet as far apart as possible, giving everyone a spectacular view of Mason’s most private treasures.

Lars went to the opposite side of the desk. Mason reached over to hold Lars’s hands while being spanked. Karl gave Mason hard spanks on his butt cheeks, making them a bright pink shade to match his blushing. Mason’s Dad didn’t abuse him. He didn’t want to leave bruises. All Karl wanted to do was to give his son a humiliating reminder for him to behave.

Towards the twentieth spank, he could tell Mason was struggling to maintain control. That was the signal for Mason’s Dad to stop. Mason didn’t cry but was teary-eyed. The students were surprised to see Karl stop Lars when he started to help Mason to his feet. They mistakingly thought the spanking was over.

“Mason, that spanking was for pantsing your classmates. We need to address you forging your mother’s signature on three detention forms.”

Mason’s Dad looked down at Johnny sitting on the floor, enjoying the show. Johnny blushed as he covered the tent in his jeans. “May I borrow your sneaker?”

Karl grinned when Johnny gave him his shoe. The kid had huge feet! He chuckled to himself. From the size of the tent in Johnny’s jeans, it must be true that big feet are a sign of big cocks.

“NO! I promise I’ve learned my lesson!” Mason couldn't believe what was about to happen. “Mom never uses a sneaker to spank me!”

“Sorry, Mason. I’m now in charge of your punishments.” Before Mason could respond, his Dad began spanking him using the sneaker. Two swats on his right butt cheek, two on the left, two on his sit spot, and two on the back of his thighs.

Mason was determined not to cry in front of his classmates. However, try as he might, Mason couldn’t stop tears from escaping his tear ducts or his crying out in pain as he struggled, kicking his legs as he was held in place on the desk by Lars.

“Almost finished.”

Mason looked back at his Dad, who was taking off his belt. “NO!”

“YES! Now you get my belt for disobeying your mother this morning.” Without hesitating, Karl took his doubled-over belt and struck Mason’s bare butt three times.”

The punishment was over.

Karl had Lars release Mason. Mason immediately began high-stepping around in front of everyone. Forgetting his modesty as his cock and balls bounced around, Mason reached back to rub his butt.

Karl pulled his son close, wrapping his arms around him, whispering, “Mason, I love you. Please. Never do anything to justify another spanking.”

***

Once again, Mason stood naked in front of the class. This time his cock was flaccid. His butt was redder than the blush that colored his face and shoulders.

Ms. Fulton addressed the class.

“Mason, as you know, I always assign a student referred to the SDO office a humiliating task while being forced to be naked. I always try to find something that can begin on the referral day. It is far more effective as a deterrent for future misbehavior.”

“The problem is we only have a half day of school today because of the homecoming game for our High School football team. Therefore my usual options aren’t available. There is no art class this afternoon for you to be a naked model. There is no sex education or biology class for you to assist. There isn’t even a need for a runner for the office or hall monitors for the corridors.”

“Then I remembered. You will be a flyer for the boy’s cheerleading squad at the pep rally that will be held in our school gymnasium this afternoon.”

Mason interrupted. “You don’t mean….” Ms. Fulton grinned. “You aren’t serious.” Mason’s classmates were giggling.

“Yes, Mason. As usual, you will perform your routines for the boys’ cheerleading squad. However, this afternoon, you will be a naked flyer at the Homecoming Game pep rally in front of the entire student body.”

***

The students were excited, enjoying the girls’ cheerleading performance for this year’s football Homecoming Game. The girls always had the crowd interacting, chanting with them to generate team spirit.

After their solo routines were completed, the boy cheerleaders ran to the gymnasium’s basketball center-court to join the girls. The joint co-ed performances intensified the excitement of the crowd.

It was time. At every indoor pep rally, the students always looked forward to this moment.

The crowd was standing, excited and cheering, when they saw the girl cheerleaders exit the center-court. Only the boys remained. They heard the familiar sound of trumpets, drawing everyone’s attention to the east end of the court.

They suddenly became quiet. The students had expected to see Mason, the fantastic flyer for the boys’ cheerleader squad, ready to make his entrance. Instead, Coach Willis was holding a megaphone. Behind him stood his starting offensive line, standing shoulder to shoulder.

Coach Willis teased the students. “You seem disappointed. Who did you expect to see standing here when you heard the trumpet call?”

Lars quickly stood up, screaming to be heard. “We want Mason!”

The Coach grinned, “Who? I couldn’t hear you.”

Lars screamed louder, “WE WANT MASON!” He turned to urge his classmates around him, and within minutes the entire student body was chanting along. “WE WANT MASON! … WE WANT MASON! … WE WANT MASON! … WE WANT MASON! ….

When the students were at a fever pitch, the coach stepped aside. His offensive line sprinted off the floor, revealing Mason, who stepped forward and waved at the students in the bleachers.

A hush fell over the crowd when they saw their favorite cheerleader standing naked, blushing, and sporting a boner. Everyone had heard all about Mason’s Dad punishing him in front of his class. They were amazed at how red his bottom was.

Thirty seconds later, Lars, who began applauding, broke the silence. Mason looked up to see his friend smiling at him. Then the applause picked up until everyone in the bleachers stood as they cheered for him to perform.

Mason ran forward to leap off a springboard. Soaring high into the air, he turned in flight to land in the arms of two of the boy cheerleaders.

During the next twenty minutes, Mason continued to blush and never lost his erection. In the opinion of everyone present, he also gave his most electrifying performance.

When the guys launched him into the air, he encouraged them to send him higher so he could do double flips instead of singles before landing in their arms. When he was on top of the pyramid, instead of performing a forward flip off of the top, he increased the difficulty by doing a backflip into the arms of his friends.

When it came time to end the boys-only portion of the rally, Mason prepared to do his forward hand flip run. The students stood, prepared to count the flips as he performed. The crowd went crazy when he managed to go the entire length of the court, completing thirty-three hand flips before he was forced to stop.

The boys left the court to a festive and appreciative ovation while carrying Mason on their shoulders. The girls then closed the pep rally.

Mason got permission from the guys to allow Lars to join them in the showers. For that one afternoon, it didn’t matter if you were straight, gay, or bi. Everyone in the showers paired up with another boy to release the sexual energy created by performing with the naked flyer.

Mason and Lars led the way, stroking each other to explosive cums.

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Epilogue:

Ms. Fulton thought she had found the perfect humiliating disciplinary measure to ensure Mason would behave in the future. She quickly found out she needed to reverse course.

Mason enjoyed the experience of performing naked. So much so that he asked to repeat his nude performance for all home performances of the boys' cheerleading squad.

As a result, Ms. Fulton agreed that he could perform naked as long as he kept out of trouble. If she got any reports of misbehavior from his teachers, he’d have to perform in his leotard uniform.

From that day forward, Mason was a model student.

Oh, there was one more positive result from his spanking in front of his pantsing victims. Mason and Lars spent every weekend their parents permitted sleeping over at each other’s home. The boys’ parents had no problem accepting their son being gay or sharing their love with another boy.

The parents of both boys thought the two made a cute couple and didn’t object when they wanted to lounge around the house naked.

*** The End ***