Little Sisters' Discipline

Little Sisters' Discipline 15

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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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Little Sister’s Discipline 15

The Boarding-school

There was a reason to the teacher Adam Johnsons weak physique. In his teenage years he was devastated when his mom decided to put him on puberty blocker meds. At the time she consulted a doctor about the difficulties of raising her little teenage boy. The high levels of testosterone made him moody, disobedient and sometimes out of control. Well, that was at least her side of the story. Together they decided to try out the new puberty blocker medicine Puiricil. Beside the prevention of puberty, the effect of the medicine was told to be obedience and calmness. Some years later, when she finally decided he was mature enough to end the treatment it turned out that the effect to some degree was permanent. He went through puberty, but his growth and size didn’t develop as expected. A few straws of beard turned up on his chin, but the pubic hair never appeared, the size of his genitals grew a little but remained quite small. His length was a disappointment, at twenty-three years of age, he wasn’t taller than most of the freshmen girls in the school where he was teaching, Amongst a large number of other boys across the country, Adam won a legal fight, a lawsuit against the medical company who was forced to pay the victims a large fine. The amount however became much smaller when the company was declared bankrupted. At least it paid for his education and some therapy.

While teaching at St Gertrude’s School for Girls his small statue, boyish appearance and weak physique unfortunately got him in some inconvenient situations. The first time it happened, he disagreed with the female principal’s decision to let him join the small group of boy-students at their yearly physical checkup. What happened this ill-fated day, contributed to his need for therapy for years to come. St Gertrude’s School for Girls would turn out to be a place of a many unfortunate events of humiliation for our poor little hero.

The top two buttons of his shirt flew off before the arms of the blazer took the weight of his body. High up in a hook, close to the sealing, the young man dangled in remaining clothes. His expensive Blazer took the hole weight of his body into his armpits. He was afraid it wouldn’t hold at all, but his main concern however wasn’t his expensive blazer or his shirt. No, his main concern right now was the lack of clothes. Below his bellybutton the poor young man was completely naked and the tall, intimidating lady who just flung him up there and pulled his pants off, was also his boss - known as the principal miss Trunchbull. The large lady now had her eyes lingering at his private parts. The many years that past since anyone saw him naked had slowly turned him confident and safe, so to be stripped and barbarically suspended on a hook like this was of course a shocking experience for the young man! She had a full view of his genitals, and she just rudely stared at them. “I’m getting your bare ass out there, and you’ll stand in line among the other boys!” she hissed angerly.

About an hour earlier Adam had a meeting with the parents of a troublemaker in his class. The troublemaker herself, the eighteen-year-old junior student miss Marta Jones, sat between her parents on the other side of the desk, seemingly untouched by the situation.

Slowly Adam came to realize that this meeting probably was a bad idea. Miss Jones’s parents wasn’t helping at all. His boss, the principal Miss Trunchbull, yes the character from Roald Dahl’s novel ‘Matilda’ -miss Trunchbull, she’s real and Adam is doing his first year as a teacher at her school. She suggested this meeting to get young Miss Marta Jones to reconsider her behavior. From the very first week Adam started his employment on St Gertrude’s School for Girls, Miss Jones started off with a bad attitude towards her young male teacher and as newly examined, he had a hard time keeping things running smoothly in his classroom, so to have this young woman harassing him in front of the other girls didn’t make things easier. She didn’t seem to consider the fact that he was the one giving her grades. The other teachers didn’t have any problems with the young woman and in the gym class she was an absolute star! The school was over all very happy to have this talented track and field-star at their school. She was a natural when it came to sports. Taller than almost all the other girls and muscular, she was simply brilliant at in every sport you could think of.

But in Adam’s classroom there was another story. Cheeky and carefree she acted out in front of the class and made the lessons rowdy. She didn’t seem to know how to keep her mouth shut and was arguing about almost everything.

For some reasons her parents got things turned around. In their point of view Adam was the one who didn’t know how to do his job. “Of course our daughter could make an effort, but it would be easier if you made your teaching a little more interesting.”

“But the other girls behave. It’s Miss Jones that’s making things difficult”, he objected. Young miss Jones was for one’s quiet and looked very pleased to hear how her parents took her side. She calmly leaned back on her chair with her arms crossed, while rudely eying Adam in an attempt to psyche him during the conversation.

“Our daughter has however had some difficulties in the past with some subjects, especially math” the mother finally admitted. “and would need some special attention?”

Adam was quiet and seemed to give it a thought. “I’m sorry but first of all she needs to behave at my lessons, and then I can bring it up with Miss Trunchbull and see what she says.”

Marta’s father turned to his daughter. “Marta, what do you say?”

She looked bothered but thought for a moment. “OK then.”

“Well, then it’s settled” Adam happily stated, while looking at Miss Jones, who on the other hand didn’t look pleased at all.

Half an hour later when Adam, alone by his desk was finishing the last notes about the goals and agreements they just made, the door suddenly opened, and Miss Trunchbull walked into the room. The tall lady was intimidating and to Adam it always felt uneasy to be in her presence. Standing in front of Adams desk her large shadow fell across Adam. “You’re having your yearly checkup, the one that the union require of us to offer. The doctor is down in the gym right now and it’s crucial that you are heading down there. Now. Right away!”

“But aren’t the boys there right now?” Adam asked confused.

Why are there boys on a school for girls you ask? Well, the only female-policy, that had been the school’s guiding principle since the start was recently changed due to a critical article in a branch-magazine. Some schools were pointed out as a strain for the community because of their lack of responsibility towards students with special needs. St Gertrude’s school for girls was especially mentioned to use the only girl policy to avoid many of the other school’s challenges. To reestablish their good reputation the schoolboard decided to accept a small class of boys with special needs. It was those roughly eight boys that at this moment was getting their yearly checkup.

“But Miss Trunchbull, no one told me about this. Shouldn’t I go to the same practice as the other staff, downtown?”

“This is a doctor who’s a specialist on the male anatomy. That’s why I called him in for the occasion. It was just a moment ago that I came to think of how it would be perfect also for you, our only male teacher. Hurry down now.”

Miss Trunchbull wasn’t a boss you ever wanted to argue with and especially Adam, who avoided confrontation as far as he could didn’t want to question the stern old matriarch. Towering over everyone, the female principal, Miss Trunchbull, was a fearsome figure. Tall, strong and sturdy. Although she was the very principal of a school, rumors said she hated children. Well, that was obvious, but she actually ones told Adam herself, that if there was one thing she really hated, it was boys. At 23 and as a teacher at her school, Adam however was convinced that he himself didn’t fit in at that category. Unable to find the courage to refuse he decided to follow Miss Trunchbull down the stairs and corridors, hoping to come up with some kind of excuse on the way down. She was in a hurry, and it was a difficult task for Adam to keep up with her. Her large rapid steps were simply too much for his much smaller legs and he was therefore forced to sometimes run behind her to keep up. She opened the door to the gym and let Adam walk in before her.

The sight that met him however, shocked him! It reminded him of pictures of some darker times of the past history of mankind. In silence the eight boys stood in line, stark naked, and the doctor, an older gentleman, had made himself a table in the middle of the big gym-hall where he at the moment seemed to be scrolling to a pile of paper.

Suddenly Adam detected a familiar face beside him. Miss Jones? The very same girl Adam just has a meeting with along with her parents. Adam gasped and locked flabbergasted at Miss Trunchbull.

“I needed someone to keep an eye at the boys and then Miss Jones, so suitably, turned up in the hallway. Thanks to her, these little rascals is now standing so obediently in line, not making a fuss of anything. Well, look at her. Strong and tall. No one of these boys would dare to defy her. When I told her loud and clear that she was allowed to discipline them if needed, well, you should have seen them. They all suddenly went so nice and calm.”

Adam watched the eight freshmen boys standing quiet and still in a straight line looking shyly in their direction. He then swiftly looked at Marta who also was gazing back at him and seemed to be wondering what Adam was doing there? He turned quietly to Miss Trunchbull and almost whispered “I need to speak with you about this. Alone.”

“There’s nothing to speak about young man. You’re getting your checkup.”

“Yes, that’s ok, but I’m just saying I better wait until the others are finished.”

“Mr Johnson. Follow me to the locker-room over here and I’ll hear you out.”

One minute later Adam watched in disbelief how his pants was being neatly fold and put on the bench below him. From this angle, high up on a hook, dangling in his jacket with only his briefs left to cover his modesty, Adam had a good view of the locker-room. From up here he could also, for a change, see Miss Trunchbull from above. Her large bosom locked like something he could fall into and bounce off. You would imagine those knockers would draw much attention to her presence, but somehow when you saw her, her whole giant frame stood out and those large pointy breasts just completed the image. The green military-style clothes, the tight cargo-pants that completely highlighted her wide large hips and thick legs and the way she had her hair in a tight knot. She had a stern aura around her. Adam was amazed by her broad shoulders and big arms and by judging only the size of those one could easily understand that a small and slim man like Adam, was no match. Those legs, they could probably squeeze him to death if he for some reason would turn out between them. He was nothing compared to her, and when she grabbed him, abruptly lifted him up and hanged him up on that hook, it didn’t even seem like an effort to her. The strength and size of that woman was just something out of the ordinary. Adam felt like a ragdoll in her arms. That she was a former world-champion in hammer throw wasn’t hard to imagine.

“Mr. Johnson. I gave you a fair chance. I’m a reasonable woman.” She said that last part with emphasis and a little anger in her voice. “But still you had to make things complicated. As I told you, we all, employees on St Gertrud’s School for girls, have to take our yearly checkup and that also applies to you.

“But please Miss Trunchbull! I shouldn’t have to do it along with the students. And what’s worse, Miss Jones is my own student! She can’t possibly be allowed to see me without clothes!”

“Last time I checked, I was indeed the principal of this school. Not you! It’s my decision.”

Miss Trunchbull now stood right in front of Adam who horrified felt her bearish fingers fiddle inside the waistband of his boxers.

“You are forcing me to do this” she said when she began to pull the last piece of cover downwards. “Oh! What’s this?” she said, stopping when the hem of his briefs right above the base of Adams penis and stared at his bare skin. “Where’s your pubic hair? Doesn’t young men now-days have pubes? Briefly she made eye contact with Adam but didn’t wait for an answer. With a swift movement she pulled the boxers completely off his legs, leaving him completely bare and exposed. His penis sprung out like a little spring as the waistband was pulled across. Only second later, poor Adam saw his boxers being folded and put upon his pants on the bench.

Miss Trunchbull turned and watched his exposed genitals. She looked troubled. “But you went to puberty, didn’t you? “

“Yes

Miss Trunchbull” Adam hoarsely answered.

“So, you’re shaving yourself then?” She said and stroked him above his penis with the back of her fingers to feel for stubble. “What’s wrong with you boy? You’re completely bald and the size!” She then rudely pinched hiss foreskin. The modest little penis looked vulnerable between her large fingers. “You look like a like a baby down there” she told him with her eyebrows up. “And what kind of parents doesn’t circumcise their child?” All along she played with Adams penis. She let it lay flat on her fingers while stroked his foreskin with her thumb, pinched his foreskin again and fiddled with like nothing. “Are your parent pagans? I never saw anything like it! Like those strange mushrooms, hm what’s they called? Morel, isn’t it? Yes, that’s it! Their poisonous you know.”

“Eh, I-I wa-wax myself Miss Trunchbull” he lied” and-and well, it’s hrm-it’s not that small.” He answered blushing and with a trembling voice.

“What a silly thing to say! Well, this doesn’t change the fact that you’re getting out there with the other boys. You will stand in line and the doctor will do his job. We’re saving a lot of money this way, but first I have a lesson to teach you. You might as well learn. And with that she lifted him of the hook and standing with on foot on the bench she positioned him across her knee.

Adam didn’t believe what was happening! 23 years old and he was thrown around like a little child in her arms! He was a small man, but as a grown-up he had imagined his days of physical punishment to be over. To be honest, those days went on for a very long time in his case. His three years younger little sister tormented him for many years. Although he was her older brother, he couldn’t defend himself against her. On a weekly basis he was the victim of involuntary stripping and bare butt spankings, by the hands of his little sister. It didn’t stop until he was nineteen years old. It had its reasons, but that’s another story. Now back to Miss Trunchbull.

An ear-numbing sound echoed through the locker room.

“Smack!” The pain was horrifying for the 23 years old little teacher hanging with his bare butt over the knee of his employer. Her big, rough hand was as big as both of his buttocks.

“Smack!” The white flesh of his tender bottom trebled from the impact of the hit. although it was only the second hit, a whimper already escaped his lips, and his eyes was getting cloudy.

“Smack!” The grown man was now softly crying after only three spanks. Miss Trunchbull’s technique and strength was exquisite, and a white print of a very large hand could easily be distinguish on the otherwise red blushing bottom. Normally to break down Adam into tears would take up to ten spanks. His little sister was strong and had a great swing, but this was on another horrifying level! Although the real reason behind his tears could simply had been the fact that he from now on had a tormentor in his life. His own boss was spanking him into tears and his life here on the school wouldn’t be as he imagined.

Miss Trunchbull lifted him of her knee, noticeable pleased with the tears on his chin. “Mr. Jonson, put the rest of your clothes on the bench and join the boys in the gym.

Resistance was futile. He was no match for this hulk of a woman and further arguing would possible only result in even more humiliation and pain. He had no other choice but to do as he was told.

The gaze of Miss Trunchbull felt humiliating as he removed the remaining clothes from his upper body. Standing stark naked in front of the tall strong woman made him feel even more weak than usual and the body he was exposing wasn’t something he felt proud about. No defining muscles anywhere. His tiny hairless chest and scrawny arms didn’t make him any favors and the way his hips protruded in an almost female manner was painful sight to accept for a young man. The one thing that stood out and caused him the most pain, however, was indeed his penis. The pitiful little thing made him look like a little boy.

Entering the great gym-hall before miss Trunchbull in his birthday suit, walking the long way to the line of boys in the middle of the hall was humiliating! His student miss Jones locked flabbergasted as he was paraded naked and humiliated in front of the large woman as a defeated enemy to the glee on the spectators. She could distinguish red eyes and a blushing face. Everyone in the gym had listened to the loud smacking sound from the locker room and now they could all put one and one together. Her teacher had just been spanked! And what was that little appendix wobbling between his legs as he walked? Was that in fact a penis? He looked like a little child! A formidable feeling of victory overwhelmed miss Jones as she realized that the table had turned! She was suddenly the one top, and the little annoying male teacher was now the naked and defeated underdog in front of her! He was indeed standing naked in line with the other boys, and she was in charge! Her face slowly turned from flabbergasted to a smug smile which she tried to hide by biting her lower lip.

The checkup

Adam’s eighteen years-old student Miss Jones couldn’t hide the glee she felt when looking down at her math and science teacher. So pitiful and small he looked as he stood naked, blushing and trembling before her. His bald and ridiculously small genitals almost made her laugh. But she held it inside her for the moment.

She looked stunning in her light red leggings that clearly showed of her muscular legs and round bouncy sprinter-butt. The loose fitted white top almost reached down to her bellybutton and made her nipples distinctly visible. Towering about two feet distance away from Adam, she had to bite her lip to keep her from giving away her satisfaction in a large smile.

Adam felt totally destroyed as he had his head lowered and his gaze fixed at her bright red trainers. She was dressed and he stark naked. As he slowly lifted his gaze up, following the tall muscular legs, a fear gradually replaced the strong feeling of shame and humiliation. That young woman really had him in a rough spot. When comparing those legs with his own he couldn’t help but notice the difference. One of her legs was probably equals to the size of both of his. She had the strength and right now, she was also his superior.

Miss Trunchbull made it clear before she left that Mr. Johnson wouldn’t be subjected to any special treatment. That meant she also had the same authorization to discipline him as she had with the boys.

“Look at me Mr. Johnson” she ordered. “Eyes up here.”

Adam raised his gaze and shivered as she saw the full view of her strong built body. He wouldn’t stand a chance. Confidently she met his nervously flickering gaze. She was now the top dog and he clearly knew it. The weak little body before her wouldn’t be a match for her. All these classroom hours that he lectured her in front of the others. She despised him and his intellectual aura and she hated the feeling she sometimes got that he looked down with contempt on her. He one told the class that he didn’t like sports. Somehow, he seemed to despite everything she was good at, but look at him now. So ridiculous and scared he looked.

“Mr. Johnson. Remember all those times you told me to sit straight? Well, I’ll telling you now to stand straight.” She then leaned forward and hissed “hands behind your head!”

Adam didn’t dare defying her and did as he was told. She then crouched down before him and took a closer look at his privates. “This little thing, huh? It isn’t much is it?” She reached out and flipped his penis with her index finger. “This is supposed to be your manhood, huh? Well, at least you don’t make the other boys uncomfortable.” She looked over at the boy beside him. “Adam, I order you to take a look at that thing over there. Is it twice, or is it triple the size of yours? He’s a freshman you know. And you? Oh, right. You’re my grown ass teacher, hahaha!”

“Miss Jones, I never meant no harm.” Adam tried to reason with her.

“Would you like me to spank you properly? Like a little naughty boy? Here in front of the boys and the doctor? Get that little tushie red and hot and that little face of yours crying?

Adam felt cold sweat across his forehead. How would he get out of this?

“Why shouldn’t I? Just give me one reason.”

Adam’s thoughts were racing. What could he offer her? What could he do to get away?

Suddenly she grabbed his hand and pulled him across the floor. “Time to get even! This little naughty boy is gonna’ learn a lesson!” She hissed as she pulled him away across the floor in front of the other boys.

“Please miss Jones! Please!” He begged. He didn’t bother to whisper at this point and all of the boys and the doctor stopped what they were doing and looked at the spectacle in front of them.

“Please no! Please no!” he whined in a high-pitched desperate tone as she pulled him all the way over to the grandstands where she grabbed a chair and then walked back with a reluctant little man in one hand and a chair in the other.

“I’ll do anything! Please don’t! Please miss Jones! Pleeease!” he continued to beg as she drew him across the floor to the center of the gym-hall, where the boys and the doctor had a good view over the scene that was going to play out before them. The boys was relieved it wasn’t one of them.

She sat down and forcefully pulled him up her left knee and spread his legs on each side of thigh. His bare crotch was pushed against the strong leg of the young woman while she pulled her left arm around his midriff to get a firm grip.

“Anything miss Jones! Snort. I’ll do anything for you! Please let me be!” She put her hand on his buttocks and leaved it there for a moment. Then to everybody’s surprise she just softly hit his buttocks a couple of times without any force, seemingly in deep thoughts.

“Well, Mr. Johnson.” She stopped and lowered her voice to a whisper. Maybe you have something that I want. Hm – well it’s a little too late now. At least I have to give you a taste now that I got you over my knee and everything.

Her strong arms reached out far behind her head and made a swing that made a perfect impact right across his right buttock. Like the sound of a perfect clap. “Smack!”

There was dead quiet in the gym. Then the second impact.

“Smack!” A low painful whimper was heard from the little teacher.

“Smack!”

“Aoooh!” the defeated little man involuntarily let out. His buttocks was already a little sore from miss Trunshbulls harsh spanking in the locker room and this was stirring up the pain from the already bruised skin.

“Smack!”

“Oooh, aaaoh” No, no, no! Aooh!” He now cried a little louder.

His white buttocks were by this point beginning to change to a bright red color and almost blended in with miss Jones red leggings.

“This was just a warning” Marta said loud and clear so that everybody would hear. Then she raised him up and spun him around to face the others. “Now tell everybody what you learned.”

Adam didn’t really have any choice. If he wanted to avoid getting his bare ass blistered in front of his audience, he just had to muster up something to apologize for. He had tears running down his cheeks as he cleared his throat.

Hoarsely began to apologize. “I-I-I’m very sorry I disturbed the order and-snort-didn’t do as I was told. I’m sorry miss Jones. Sorry.”

“Apology accepted. Just promise to obey me, okey? Like a good boy, huh?”

“I promise, snort” he answered softly sobbing.

The startled boys had seen the little male teacher before and yes, even if it was hard to believe now, he was indeed a teacher! To see him as a well-dressed teacher, a man of authority and now watching him being fiercely spanked, bare butt over a female student’s knee, was a weird sight to wrap their minds around. The way he stood there naked on display to them all, struggling to get the words out of his mouth while sobbing loudly. No one ever witnessed a greater degradation.

Marta took his hand and walked him over to his place last in line where she leaned forward and whispered, “give me private lessons or I spank you again.”

Adam looked up and nodded shyly.

“Is that a yes? I wanna’ hear you say it.”

“It’s a yes” he confirmed.

Marta walked away and stood in just the right distance to have a good sight of the hole line. Adam noticed how the other boys was facing her like if she was a general or someting and without thinking about it he adjusted. He held his hands behind his head and turned towards Martha. They all looked awkward and a little frightened as they stood on attention, military style. No one would like to be the next boy getting their butt blistered over miss Jones lap.

To be nude was almost as terrible as being spanked to Adam. When he glanced over to the closest boy he couldn’t help but to notice the large dick hanging in a wide arch in front of his thick thighs. Between his own thin legs his dick that were supposed to fill some of the empty space between his legs was pitifully small. The cold air made it curl up to a ridiculous small chape. Depressingly enough it didn’t even hang downwards. It looked almost more like a wrinkled little button.

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