By Stainen
stainen13@gmail.com
Copyright 2023 by Stainen, 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.
The hours went by slowly for Mrs. Thomas. Working alone
wasn’t actually her cup of tea but the job as a cleaning lady at St.
Gertrude’s had other benefits. As long as she did the required eight
hour a day, if she started a couple of hours earlier or later didn’t
matter. Today for instance due to a visit at the dentist, she started
at 11am and therefore she was still working although it was getting
late and the students went home for the day. With a headphone in her
left ear, she listened to Joni Mitchell as she methodically cleaned the
corridors from one end to the other. Besides the great songs, there was
something else about Joni’s personality that she admired, she seemed
wise. Well, the lyrics was something else, and she couldn’t help but to
sing along. “Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what
you’ve got till it’s gone”. The corridor was exactly the right width to
reach from wall to wall with each stroke with the mop. On step left,
one step right, one step forward. from side to side, step by step she
danced to the beat of the music and her large hips swayed along
beautifully. A dark blue top turned tight over her generously large
bosom and matched perfectly with her long wide mustard yellow skirt
that went tight around her hips. Some years ago, she worked at a
clothing store. She had a great talent when it came to helping people
finding outfits. She liked that part of the job but there was one thing
she didn’t like, which in the end was the reason why she quit. Some
costumers, both men and women had the bad habit of making remarks about
her curvaceous body. They were always meant as compliments, but it
wasn’t nice to have the feeling of being stared at all the time. Being
tall and having that hourglass-figure was something that drew attention
to her appearance. Cleaning, turned out, wasn’t at all that bad as she
first thought. She actually felt free and liberated when she started
working as a cleaner at the school. With mostly well-mannered girls at
the school, no one mentioned her body and they didn’t seem to care.
There were mostly office and storage in this wing of the school.
Teachers and other staff that had access to the corridor. The beautiful
marble spiral staircase in the end of each corridor had a space behind
it, a completely useless little bit of space of floor that couldn’t be
used in anyway. Sometimes people temporarily put boxes and other stuff
there when they didn’t know where else to put it, no one ever looked
behind there anyway. This particular day however, Mrs. Thomas felt like
putting that little extra effort and clean all the way in below those
stairs. As expected, there was a box there. She moved the box and
discovered something in the shadows behind! Something moved! She was
frightened, yelled and falled backwards to the floor. With a beating
heart she stared into the dark space and tried to see what it was. Her
eyes adjusted and she distinguished a white tank top and a couple of
thin bare shoulders. It was the back of a person. The head was hardly
visible, so whoever it was, she or he presumably sat curled up on the
floor in the narrow little space. A quite small person.
A quiet voice was heard. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“What the hell are you doing under there?” Mrs. Thomas asked.
“Please just leave.”
Her head was spinning. What was going on here? For a moment she thought
about leaving but decided to stay anyway and put things straight.
Something wasn’t right, that’s for sure.
“I won’t leave until you tell me what you are hiding here for.”
It was quiet for a moment but then the person repeated “Please just leave me alone.”
There was probably a male voice, but she wasn’t completely sure. There
weren’t many males on this school so if she was right, that narrowed it
down to around twelve people. The small frame and the voice ruled out
the old gardener and the fat genitor. Only one of the eight male
students was small like this, but he didn’t have access to the door.
That leaved only one option left.
“Mr. Jonsson? Is it you?” It
could only have been the gentle little teacher that she so many times
lately greeted in the hallways. He looked young and the voice – yes it
was definitely him!
He didn’t answer.
“Ok, Mr. Jonsson. I’m not leaving until I know what’s happening here.”
She patiently waited for a response when she heard something else. A
female voice somewhere far away in a sing song tune, hardly hearable.
“Aaaadam? Where aaaare you? I’m coooming. Aaaadam? I’ll fiiiind you!
Come ooout wherever you aaare?”
Mts. Thomas reached in below
the staircase and grabbed Adam by the arm in order to get him out of
there, turn him around and get him to speak out. The small little man
wasn’t heavy, so it didn’t take a lot of effort. He whimpered as he
abruptly was dragged out but then she suddenly let go. He didn’t have
anything on his body but the tank top! His bare butt became clearly
visible as she dragged him towards the light, and he was struggling to
keep his crotch hidden. He swiftly dragged his ass back into the corner
below the stairs.
Mrs. Thomas was flabbergasted, but when
putting two and two together she realized that someone probably was
bullying the poor little man. Someone clearly stripped him and now he
was hiding from that same person which was heard calling him in a
taunting voice.
“Mr. Jonson, I’ll getting Miss Trunchbull.”
“No, no, no! Don’t!” He hissed back “Just leave it alone, please!”
“Miss Trunchbull has to know about this and I’m going to found out
who’s chasing you. Just stay here and I’ll come back. Don’t be afraid,
everything’s going to be alright.”
And with that Mrs. Thomas
walked away. Adam heard the sound of her footsteps gradually disappear
until a door squeaky door closed. Then it was silent. With nothing
between his bare buttocks and the marble floor, it was awfully cold but
not knowing what else to do, he stayed put as Mrs. Thomas told him.
Afraid and upset he nervously started to rock his body back and forth
like a mad man. As the minutes went by, the dreadful events the other
day in the gym came back to haunt his mind. His heart rate immediately
raised as the feeling of total shame and humiliation hit him strongly.
Miss Trunchbull’s large hands hit him so hard he first thought she used
some kind of paddle. The pain and humiliation made him cry almost
immediately but the humiliation became even worse when that horrible
Marta Jones spanked him in front of all those male students and the
doctor.
When it was time for his checkup and the doctor called
out his name, Miss Jones literally lit up with delight. Adam had been
standing last in line and the others had left already left. Now the
three of them were the last ones left in the gym. If the doctor first
would have checked his identity, he would have known that he was a
grown employe and not a kid. Scrotal hernia wasn’t even something he as
a teacher should been checked for! The cold air in the big gym hall
already made his little penis smaller than usual and when the doctors
old trembling hands began to probe his ball sack, the little things
suddenly disappeared. Both of his testicles went straight up to his
stomach. All that left was a little flap of skin.
“Oh, I
see. Look at this.” He turned to Marta. “Our patient seem to have an
overactive cremasteric reflex. Come on, can you feel them up there?”
The doctor stepped aside to let Marta feel. “Testicles can on some
males, well, in fact on every male, retract up to the scrotum. Can you
feel them up there?”
“No please don’t let her…” Adam began.
He would naturally have a say in who touched him down there and not, he
thought. But the doctor clearly didn’t agree.
“Shucks!” He abruptly interrupted grabbed Adam and turned him even closer to Marta.
Marta began caressing and feeling his ball sack, which just as the
doctor just said, was empty. Then she went on to his scrotum where she
lit up. “Oh! Here they are, hahaha! I feel them.”
Adam whimpered and took a step back. The young woman was a little rough.
“Be careful, they’re fragile!” the doctor remarked to Marta, who
already pulled Adam back. When he looked down at the tall young woman
who crouched down in front of him the feeling of humiliation came on
strong. Her large, well-proportioned bosom made his little weenie look
tiny in comparison. She was touching him in places where no one but
himself should be allowed! This wasn’t right! He was twenty-three years
old and she was just eighteen! On top of that, he was her teacher! He
should be in charge. Not her! But what could he do about it? He felt
like a powerless child. She looked pleased when stroked him over his
scrotum and caressed his empty ball sack.
“Well, I better get
to it” the doctor said and turned Adam back. He held his fingers by his
hips and used his thumbs to push the testicles down. He temporarily
succeeded but the moment he then touched them, they quickly retreated
up to their lair again.
“Ok, new plan. We must use the
table, and good thing you are here. I can use a pair of extra hands.
It’s not the first time this happens.” He cleared the table and put a
towel for Adam to lay down on. The doctor stood on one side, Marta on
the other and the middle, Adam on his back on the table like a fish to
be cleaned.
“Use your thumbs to push down his testicles and hold them there to keep them from retracting.” The doctor instructed.
Adam objected “But, but I can do in myself.”
“Sure you can, you’re such a big boy!” Marta teased back and smiled down at him. “But you see, now I’m here to look after you.
The doctor finally got to make a prober palpation. “Good news after
all.” He stated. “You’re good. Nothing to worry about.” That could have
been the end of it but to make things worse it turned out that the
doctor also had a dark sense of humor.
“And now to the circumcision” he suddenly said. “Hold him and I’ll get the knife.”
The doctor might have felt a little elevated about the fact that he
just finished the last patient of the day. Adam started to panic “No,
no, no, I’m not going to circumcise! It’s a mistake!”
“Don’t worry! It doesn’t hurt much.” He said and turned around with a mean smile and a scalpel in his hand.
Adam made a fleeing attempt but was quickly and forcefully pushed down
by Marta. He swiftly made eye contact with her as he struggled to get
free. She was excited! At this point she didn’t have a clue that the
doctor only played a cruel joke on Mr. Jonson, but she was certainly
not having any issues about mutilating her poor math teacher!
Adam was struggling but didn’t get anywhere. Marta was way to strong
for him and it even looked like she enjoyed the fight. She was
literarily laughing as she held him in place. He started to cry loudly
and beg for mercy. “Noooo! Noooo, pleeeease! Please nooo! Buhuuhuuu!
Noooo! You can’t do it!”
The doctor suddenly laughed out loud.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I’m just kidding with you! Hahahaha! There’s no way I
can circumcise you without your permission. Hahahaha!”
Adam
was totally destroyed! He was in fact so shocked that Marta sat him up
on the table and out of character she suddenly leaned his head to her
bosom and comforted him. “Don’t worry, you’re safe little one. You’re
safe.” She then had to help the trembling math teacher back out to the
locker room to get him dressed.
The minutes passed
as he awaited his rescue. His bare bum was by now almost numb by the
cold marble floor and Mrs. Thomas had been gone for at least fifteen
minutes. The nice cleaning lady had made him calm down a little and he
was beginning to think straight. Maybe he could try to sneak back to
his apartment? But to do that he would be forced to cross the garden to
the staff-house and that could be difficult without being seen. Well,
he didn’t really have a choice at this point. He couldn’t stay here.
Although Marta was searching for him, he now also had Mrs. Thomas
around somewhere to protect him.
Sneaking around in the
school with his bare butt hanging out was indeed a nightmare. Someone
could see him, but his main concern right now was how to avoid Miss
Marta Jones. To run away in the middle of her private lesson was a
decision he made in a heartbeat. He met her up in one of the classrooms
after school to give her extra help, as he promised her, with the math.
According to her, she spared him that other day in front of all those
boys. She would have disciplined him mush worse way if he wouldn’t have
promised to give her private lessons.
He really tried his
best to make her understand, he even prepared himself for the occasion,
but it didn’t seem to matter. The frustration she felt about the
equations he made her moody and after a while she threw the book away
and began to act out in a threatening way. Adam patiently tried again
but was then told that if he didn’t come up with a good simple
explanation that made sense to her, SHE would indeed give HIM a private
lesson. Adam nervously gave it a last try and when she flipped.
Violently she pushed him down and stripped him of both his pants and
underwear. Knowing her strength, he didn’t really try to fight back. He
wasn’t used to fighting and violence was far from any of his traits.
Passively he tried to fence her of, while begging her to stop. Well, it
didn’t get him far. The jacket and shirt were soon also gone and next
she would probably have pulled him across her knee and spanked him in
that humiliating way she did that day in the gym hall in front of
everybody, with one leg on each side of her thigh while holding him
with her arm around his midriff. But this evening a bare butt spanking
wasn’t enough! She intended to take it further! For a moment she left
him on the floor to fetch the large ruler over by the teacher’s desk.
He wasn’t going to be able to sit for several days.
When
seeing her walking away those few yards, he ran. Normally, he wouldn’t
have got very far, she was much faster than him but instead of running
when he made it through the door, he stayed right behind it. Lucky for
him, she ran straight to the locker-cabinets a few yards away, thinking
he would be hiding behind them. Carefully he sneaked away the other
direction, then up to the second floor where he ran barefoot and naked
along a corridor all the way to this locked part of the school where
only teachers and staff had the code to get in. Twenty minutes later,
Mrs. Thomas found him below the staircase.
Staying here wasn’t
an option. Soon Mrs. Thomas would be back, probably accompanied with
Miss Trunbull. If he didn’t want to be seen without pants he better
come up with a plan. In an attempt to make it back to his clothes, he
carefully tip toed barefoot across the cold marble floor, when he
suddenly heard a sound from the other side of the door at the end of
the corridor. They were coming! He looked back and saw the staircase
far behind him. The closest hideout right now was actually behind the
door, again! At least he had a slim chance. He barely made there it
when the door opened. Holding his breath with a pounding heart behind
the door he watched, Mrs. Thoma’s tall and curvy figure walking
straight by. Then cold shivers went down his spine when the other
figure appeared. The muscular and tall frame of his very own tormentor,
Miss Jones couldn’t be mistaken for someone else. Both of these women
scared him just by their size. Al least one of them seemed like a nice
person. Standing there with not even a thread of cloth from his midriff
and down he prayed they wouldn’t turn around and see him. Before the
door closed, he carefully sneaked out without being seen.
He
was now standing in the large hall in the center of the school. It was
a pompous building from the twenties, high ceiling decorated with large
dusty crystal chandeliers. It was a nervous young man who crooked
sneaked along the walls, heading towards the other wing where he last
saw his clothes. With a white tank top as the only piece of cover on
his body the cool breeze between his legs and over his bottom reminded
him of his exposed situation so the footsteps and voices he heard at
this time and place wasn’t a welcomed sound. At the moment he found
himself in the middle on the great hall close to the opposite side of
the main entrance and the giggles and footsteps he heard was coming
from the direction he was heading. Other sounds came from the direction
in which he came from, probably Mrs. Thomas and Miss Jones who
returned. The only refuge close enough was the group of furniture a
couple of yards from the wall. It was a popular place among the
students to sit and chat.
The high legs of the sofa made it
possible for Adam to lay down beneath it but it also didn’t offer very
much cover. He just had to hope that the girls heading his way didn’t
look down there. It was four girls giggling and chatting intensively
with each other. One of the girls had a special laughter which he
recognized from on of his classes. She was a freshman and probably also
the other three. From the floor below the sofa Adam could se the legs
of the girls and they were heading right in his direction. With a
pounding heart he laid perfectly still as two of them sat down in the
very sofa he was hiding under. The other two sat down in the other
sofa. They were placed on a large Persian carpet and was standing in
the chape of an L-square. Small tables at the ends but nothing in the
middle. Suddenly the door from the main entrance opened and Adam froze
when he saw a couple a boot that he recognized. Miss Trunchbull
entered, and she walked straight up to the girls.
“Good evening girls!”
“Good evening, Miss Trunchbull” They all politely answered.
“Everything’s well?”
“Yeah. All well. Just hanging out. We all did our homework so we just hanging out for a while.”
“You haven’t you seen something special then?”
“No nothing.”
Adam felt like a sitting duck where he was, and he silently repeated
the words “Please God, don’t let them see me! Please God, Don’t see me!
Please God, don’t see me!”
Then he heard Mrs. Thomas.
“Thanks’ Miss Trunchbull! So sorry to bother you this hour. But I
really think you ought to see the poor thing.
“Miss Thomas. Miss Jones.” Trunchbull greeted.
They were now all gathered at the Persian carpet and God known what would happen if they saw him now!
“Have you seen someone passing by?” Miss Jones asked the girls in the sofa.
“No. We haven’t seen anyone. It’s only us here. You searching for someone?”
Suddenly a shoe dropped down from one of the girls sitting above him.
She pulled up her legs and cuddled up in the sofa. Then the other shoe
dropped down in front of Adam, bounced and went in below the sofa right
close to Adam’s face.
Adam immediately got a bad feeling about
it, and when he heard Miss Trunchbull’s voice, his fears was confirmed.
“Keep your shoes on while you’re here in the school. I don’t care what
you do in your accommodations but here I’d like to see everyone well
dressed. Shoes on.”
When Adam saw the girl’s hand reaching
for one of the shoes his heart rate went up. She put it on and then
stepped down to the floor reach for the other one. Adam knew that he
any second now could be discovered. He was so scared by now, his heart
almost pounded out of his chest! The girl would surely reach in below
the sofa for her shoe and probably feel him or maybe even look below
and see him. He had to do something! Desperately he took her shoe and
moved it himself to where she could see it. She took it, put it on and
sat down at the sofa again. Adam could carefully begin to breathe
again.
“To be honest, Miss Trunchbull, I believe it would be
better if the girl left. They better not be here when we sort it out,
the thing I called you about.” Mrs. Thomas said.
“Just a
moment Mrs. Thomas” Miss Trunchbull answered while slowly walking
towards the sofa. Adam saw her large boots stepping closer and held his
breath.
“Am I wrong, or did that shoe just move by itself?”
she went down on her knees and Adam could now se her green cargo pants
close as she went down on her knees. Then she leaned down low. Adam now
looked straight into the eyes of Miss Trunchbull.
“Just what I thought. I found the culprit. Will you come out yourself or do I have to drag you?”
They could now all hear Mr Jonson stutter “I, I, I, I, eh, I don’t, eh,
p, p, please Miss T, T, Trunchbull… “Patience was however not one of
Miss Trunchbull’s most prominent quality. She promptly reached in and
grabbed the frightened little man by his arm and swiftly pulled him out.
All the girls yelled out, frightened by the nasty surprise. I naked
boy! They all saw his butt and little genitals as the Principal pulled
him out from his hideout. She got him on his feet in no time and
grabbed his ear.
“Well, well, well! What kind of filthy man is running around in his birthday suit on a school!”
The girls gasped when they recognized Adam. It was indeed the teacher Mr. Jonson standing butt naked before them!
He squealed in pain when the tall woman pulled his ear upwards, forcing him to stand on his toes.
Two of the girls covered their eyes and squealed. The other two was to
curious to look away. “My Gooood! Look at him! He’s butt naked! Eeuuu,
discusting! OH, MY! Look at that little thing! EEUUU!”
It
wasn’t every day the freshman girls saw a nude man, and this particular
nude man was their own teacher in math and physics! Just a white tank
top and totally naked from his waist and down. They all thought he
looked young, but now they all saw it - his genitals were not much
bigger than a little boy’s and it was all smooth and hairless! The
whole scene reminded of a child being disciplined by its mother! One of
the girls immediately took her phone and recorded the naked little.
Then Mrs. Thomas intervened “Oh, Miss Trunchbull! I’m sure there been a
mistake here. It’s not his fault. Please go easy on him! I’m sure
there’s an explanation. And you girl – lay down your camera! You hear
me!”
“Well, that better be a good explanation, that’s for
sure! We’re going to my office to sort this out and you girls – keep
quiet until we know what’s going on.” Miss Trunchbull said.
Adam was whining loudly as Miss Trunchbull pulled him by the ear. He
tip toed beside her and was hardly able to keep up with the fast pace
in which she walked. The tall and sturdy former hammer thrower dressed
in green cargo pants, large military boots and white tank top looked
enormous compared to the slim little man tip toing beside her. Naked
from the waist and down his bare smooth buttocks, as white as his tank
top, was an intriguing sight for the two females walking right behind.
As expected, Miss Jones relished to see her math-teacher being treated
so profoundly humiliating, but somehow the scene was also surprisingly
appealing to Mrs. Thomas. She found the hole situation exciting. She
couldn’t yet tell why, but it wasn’t long until she would discover the
pleasures of domination and humiliation. That she one day, not far from
now, would both strip and spank the poor little man would have been
hard to believe at this moment.
Miss Trunchbull sat by her
desk the other two females by the window with a little table between
them. Adam seemingly taken aback by the moment confusedly looked around
also searching for somewhere to sit or at least something to grab and
cover himself.
“Mr Jonson! I want you right where you are, here in front of me, standing. You’ll have some explaining to do. You sure do!”
“Can I just get something to cover myself with?” He responded hoarsely as he held his hand to cover his groin.
“Don’t you touch yourself down there in my presence, filthy little man!” she barked. “HANDS BY YOUR SIDE!”
Shocked and teary he tried to object “But I, eh. I must be able t, t, to co... “
“I MAKE THE RULES HERE! ONE MORE ‘BUT’ AND I’M GIVING THAT SORRY ASS OF
YOURS A LOUD SPANKING! Then you’ll get something to really cry about.”
“It was Miss Jones who did it ‘snort’. She took my pants.
“Miss Jones?” Trunchbull asked and looked interrogative at Marta.
“Yes, it’s true. I was about to discipline him when he ran off.”
Mrs. Thomas looked flabbergasted. “Isn’t he your teacher?” she asked.
“So what? He had it coming!”
Miss Trunchbull looked at Marta. “And where were you when this took place?
“In a classroom, first floor at the east wing. He wasn’t doing his job!
He was SUPPOSED to help me with equations, but he didn’t do his job. I
had to do something about it.”
“You then felt compelled to discipline your math-teacher?”
“Yep. You gave me permission, didn’t you?”
“I sure did. But that was three days ago at the physical. I didn’t
think you would go on and discipline him whenever you felt like!”
Mrs. Thomas didn’t believe what she heard. “Are you serious?” She said.
“A student disciplining her teacher? You really saying you were about
to punish your teacher? You stripped him?!”
“It wouldn’t be the first time, duh!” She answered in a carefree way.
It was at this point Marta felt compelled to suddenly rise from the
chair by the window and walk over to the front of Miss Trunchbull’s
desk where she casually leaned back to a half sitting position. From
there, just in front of Adam, she was able to in a better way
intimidate him. She eyed him daringly and let her eyes move down his
body to his exposed genitals. She shot him a gaze, raised her eyebrows
and tensed her lips in a telling way. She didn’t need to spell it out.
Without a word she gave him the message - “Isn’t that little thing
pathetic!” She would lay out her side of the story in a convincing way.
Adam stood blushing in before the tall young woman, with his little
genitals on display like a naughty boy. Miss Trunchbull and Mrs. Thomas
also had a good view from their positions, but it was Marta who got his
heart beating! He wished the earth would just open up and swallow him,
just make him disappear. The humiliation was unbearable!
He
was actually very shy about his body. Normally, he didn’t even want to
show himself in bathing trunks because of his weak appearance. Being
forced to stand on display without pants, with his dick out, that was a
living nightmare that he never even considered! There was a lot of
things beside his weak little chest, thin arms and tiny dick that he
didn’t like about himself. One of those things was his hips. He thought
they made him look almost like girl. They were simply too wide. His
scrawny thighs leaved a gap between his legs which amplified his
girlish appearance. If he would have been well hung, that space
wouldn’t have appeared so empty, but that was unfortunately not the
case.
Marta rose and slowly walk in a circle around Adam to
add to the intimidation. The difference between the tall athletic Miss
Jones and the short and weak little teacher was striking. It was easy
to picture how she stripped the poor man earlier.
Marta made
her little speak. “Look at him. He’s older but look at him! I
discipline naughty boys. That’s what I do! So, what is he?”
“Yes, to be honest, when those boys came to our school,” Miss
Trunchbull explained “I actually asked Miss Jones to keep an eye at
them. I even asked her to discipline them when necessary. Well,
sometimes you took it to far. I admit that. But as they say, ‘spare the
rod, spoiling the child’ but now you’re disciplining your own teacher.
I can see that’s a little bit problematic. But well, I can also see
your point, Marta. He sure looks like one of those boys.”
“He’s a grown man and a teacher at your school. He shouldn’t be
disciplined, and especially not by one of his students!” Mrs. Thomas
objected.
All the while the three women had their discussion,
Adam stood quiet and focused his gaze on a point on the wall. He just
tried to keep his anxiety in control. There was however one thing that
caught his attention. When Mrs. Thomas called Miss Trunchbull earlier,
she was just about to step into the shower. She was told about the
half-naked little teacher hiding behind the staircase and she dressed
in a hurry. The green cargo pants, the large military boots and a white
tank top was the clothes she cared to put on. She left the bra. What
Adam noticed, standing before Miss Trunchbull, was beginning to
slightly effect his little organ. The thin white tank top stretched
tight across her huge breasts, and it didn’t hide her nipples very
well. To be a woman in her fifties with a wrinkled face, her large
breasts was surprisingly firm. “Look at the wall, look at the wall” he
thought to himself. The sight of large breasts had always made him
weak. In fact, “Big tits” was his first word when searching for porn
online.
The breath of Miss Jones felt warm and moisty in his
neck when she stopped for a second and leaned down close behind him.
Suddenly he also felt a little touch on his buttock. There were a
touch! He looked at Mrs. Thomas and then at Miss Trunchbull, but no one
seemed to have seen it. Miss Trunchbull’s breasts were spectacular! The
size! The firmness and the pointy nipples! It was such a contrast to
her stern, wrinkled old face! “Look at the wall, look at the wall” he
reminded himself. But it was to late. His small penis suddenly stood
straight out and although Miss Trunchbull had been very clear to Adam
about where to put his hands and where not to put them, he now felt
compelled to hide his erection.
Trunchbull had of course
already seen the little stiffie. Suddenly she stood up in the middle of
the conversation, walked around her desk, grabbed Adams’s arm and
pulled him over to the chair over at the opposite wall from Mrs.
Thomas. The moment she pulled his arm, his little erection sprung out
in the open for all three women to see.
“You only get one
chance with me Mister. I told you NOT to touch yourself and now you’re
about to get a lesson from Miss Trunchbull.”
“No no no no no! Please Miss Trunchbull! I’m so sorry! Please don’t!”
She held him in both his arms and spun him around for Mrs. Thomas and
Miss Jones to see the nasty little erection. “Look at him and tell me
why this filthy little boy should be spared and not the other boys?
With no delay the poor half-naked little man was pulled across the
large knee of Miss Trunchbull. Mrs. Thomas, who just argued about how
inappropriate the way of disciplining a grown teacher was, suddenly
didn’t say a word.
“The nasty little shit is standing here in front of us three, God fearing women, with filth in his mind! NAUGHTY BOY!”
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
The force in which she delivered the blows was, just like the last time
Adam had the pleasure, impressively fierce. Only the sound of the
impact was so loud that Mrs. Thomas reflexively covered her ears. His
whole body thrusted to every blow Miss Trunchbull delivered.
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
The response was immediate. Adam yelled out in both shock and pain. He
howled like an injured animal. Her massive hands covered both his
buttocks as they kept on coming.
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
Marta was beaming with delight! She wasn’t able to hide her excitement
and giggled like an obsessed. In awe she studied the formidable
spanking-skills in which Miss Trunchbull delivered the punishment
before the two spectators.
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
“Smack!!!”
Adam was in pain! “AOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! HUUHUUHUUHUU!”
Like a stiff lump he fell of Mrs. Trunchbull’s lap when she pushed him
of. It was a pititull little man, lying on the carpet sobbing,
caressing his sore butt with his hands. The stern old woman stood up
and watched him for a while. In fetal position he laid by her feet like
a pink little piglet, occasionally sobbing. She shook her head and
bridled.
As Miss Trunchbull returned to her seat behind her
desk, Miss Jones strongly felt that the fun couldn’t be over quite yet.
Crouching down in front of Adam, she turned him over at his back and
began to spread his legs. When Mrs. Thomas walked closer to look over
Marta’s shoulder, she discovered a ruler in her hand. She probably
grabbed it from Mrs. Trunchbull’s desk, but what was she up to? Then
suddenly “Crack!”. Mr. Jonson red eyed face panicked when he realized
that the pure pain he just felt, was a metal-ruler hitting his
sensitive inner-thighs. Reflexively he pulled his legs together, but in
a flash, like a viper, Marta grabbed his ball-sack and squeezed.
He yelled “AAAAAAAOOOOOH!!!”
“Keep your legs apart!” she said in a calm voice “or I’ll break those
little tiny balls like a peanut, sweety. Or maybe Miss Trunchbull would
like to have another go, huh?”
She now stood up on the other
side of the table, leaning on her elbows over the desk to have a better
view of the action happening on the floor in front of her. “I sure do,
if that what it takes!”
Besides Marta, Adam distinguished
the other two figures above him and he wondered why they didn’t come to
his rescue. Didn’t Mrs. Thomas promise to help him? Now she just
silently watched! And when it came to Miss Trunchbull – how could she
justify the cruel and humiliating act of spanking of a grown man?
Marta obviously just disciplined him for pleasure. Like a true bully,
she attacked when he was vulnerable, defenseless and exposed. She
didn’t care about reason. She did it for sport! And Miss Trunchbull
stood by and gave her support!
“Spread them!” Marta yelled,
squeezing his balls. It was a satisfying sight for the young athlete to
see her math-teacher slowly parting his legs before her.
Adam didn’t for a second doubt the sincerity in the young woman’s
threat. She was surely mad enough to break his balls, there were simply
no bounders to that woman. But one more time over Miss Trunchbull’s
knee would actually have been threat enough enough to give up his
resistance. And now when opening his private parts for the three women
to watch, he couldn’t escape Marta’s pleased face and the little smirk,
on Miss Trunchbull’s lips. Was he a sheep among wolfs? When he swiftly
looked at Mrs. Thomas and he also in her face saw and ounce of
pleasure, she realized that his humiliation was indeed their pleasure.
Mrs. Thomas intuitively felt sorry for the little man who time after
time looked pleadingly at her. There were desperation, innocence and
fear in his red eyed face and for a swift moment she felt like saving
him but there was also something captivating and exciting about the
sight of the little man on his back with his smooth bare legs parted,
the small wrinkled skin pouch with its pale wormlike appendix, looking
so fragile. The memories of snotty white jocks in school, who for some
reason made her feel clumsy and unsecure about herself, how they moved
in large groups, made a lot of noise and acted out like they owned the
place. This white little man being punished, in some strange way, it
felt like a tiny bit of revenge. There was no logic to it, she knew
that, but she done the right thing all her life, why not for ones just
stand by and enjoy?
Marta began.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
The ruler made a smashing sound when it hit. It hurt and when he tried
to fend it off, his fingers instead took the blow those few times that
he managed to get them between. Marta hit him in different spots every
time. She was fast and he never knew where the little stinger would
hit.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
Trunchbull watched her go on and judging by the lock on her face, she
enjoyed to scene on the floor. Mrs. Thomas didn’t do or say anything
the hole time it went on. She just silently watched Mr. Jonson’s white
skin getting redder by the minute. Adam turned and tossed but was
quickly tuned back by Miss Jones who kept on hitting him on different
places every time with the ten inch long metal ruler.
The
sight of Mr. Jonson’s red crying face, the tormented noise he made
every hit and his little genitals wobbling around as Marta kept
stinging him on the thin and sensitive skin between his legs, like a
tenacious wasp, made Mrs. Thomas more excited than she would have
thought. For now, she just kept quiet, watched and secretly enjoyed.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
Adams whimpering gradually turned to a tensed cry. Marta obviously
enjoyed the position she had above her exposed teacher. Crouching
between his parted legs, she giggled like a little girl every time she
made a clean hit. It was like a game to her. She feigned to hit at some
spot but hit him in another, which made his hands go left to right like
a goalkeeper. Sometimes she hit him on his hands, sometimes on the
thighs.
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
“Crack!”
As she went on, she seemed to make a sport out of hitting him as close
to his genitals as possible and suddenly she happened to hit him right
on his balls.
“Aooohuuhuuuuhuuuu!” he squealed.
It
was at this moment Adam understood that he couldn’t possibly stay at
this place. He had pictured the old School, located on a beautiful
solitary place on the country as a peaceful place. That bullying he had
been exposed to as a child and even on some occasions in high school
level would just be memories of past times. Never would he have thought
that this place would literally turn out to be his worse nightmare.
That he as a grown man would be subjected to pain and humiliation on a
level, he didn’t even thought was possible! There and then he decided
to escape and he would do it first time tomorrow morning. He didn’t own
a car so he would have to make it through the hiking tracks through the
forest. There was a village about five miles away where there went
busses every hour. He had no choice but to get away from this horrible
place!
To be continued.