Baby Girl Boys and Boss Girls

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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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Baby Girl Boys and Boss Girls

by Panto

Synopsis: Thirteen year old Tomas newly starts at St Bernice's Co-ed Boarding School where the natural testosterone driven rambunctiousness of teenage boys is gently constrained under caring feminine influences. Has CFNM, humiliating male only nudity in mixed showers, petticoating and diapering as well as some light f/m CP which also includes disciplining of the testicles. No actual sex occurs.

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Thirteen year old Tomas arrived on the first day of term at the new school: St Bernice's Coeducational Boarding School. He looked around the class of boys and girls. The girls all in black neck to ankle length leotards. All the boys, Tomas included, wore white small cupped bras and matching brief white chiffon semi-transparent panties. He felt highly self conscious in the very skimpy and revealing attire, as he was sure did all the other young men in the class.

The classroom was arrayed with double desks. He couldn't just sit wherever he wanted. He'd been directed to sit at a designated spot. Next to a pretty girl with a long blonde ponytail. He noticed now that at each double desk was a black attired girl and an almost nude boy in just bra and panties like himself.

Tomas' parents had been impressed by the prospectus of the new school. It's ethos designed to fight "... toxic masculinity and create the men and women of the future in which women would become empowered and men would be encouraged to support and respect them." The prospectus also said that it dealt with misbehavior by boys very directly and that there was zero tolerance for bullying, name calling, boy-spreading, boy-terrupting, boy-splaining and boy-slamming.

He'd arrived at the school early in the morning. He was told that the induction would be at 8am.

When he'd come to the school induction all the freshman boys and girls were directed into their respective change rooms to put on their new school issued uniforms. Once they were in their change room the boys were assigned a locker and told to place their all of their clothes inside by a woman who'd then left the room, much to Tomas and the other boys' relief who certainly didn't feel comfortable stripping in front of her. She'd told them that their clothes would be kept aside by the school. Inside the locker were, they'd been told, their new school uniforms wrapped in a package made of pink crepe paper. Tomas couldn't quite believe that the light parcel contained a school uniform. He was shocked and confused at the small cupped bra and white chiffon panties when he unwrapped the package. Was this a joke? He looked about the room and saw the looks of shock and confusion, even embarrassed amusement, on other boys' faces. The woman returned barging into the room suddenly. Some of the freshman boys, either fully naked or naked below the waist, attempted to cover themselves.

"No need to hide your 'family' jewels, boys. None of you have anything I haven't seen many times before. I know it's typical male conceit to think we're actually interested in the pathetic little thing you carry down there."

There were some discontented murmuring noises from adolescent male voices, a few in the process of just beginning to break.

"Miss, there's been a mistake. Inside the packages are chicks' underwear," said one slim, blonde haired boy, his hand protecting his exposed package from unauthorised female viewing.

"Firstly ... what's your name?"

"Simon, Miss."

"Firstly, Simon, I'll thank you not to use a demeaning word like 'chick'. We aim at this school to teach boys respect for the female sex. Secondly, that is your uniform at this school from now on."

"I'm gonna tell my Mom and Dad!"

"What's your name, son?"

"D-Danny, M-Miss." The naked carrot topped freckle faced boy looked a little pale under the woman's now stern gaze.

"I think you'll find, Danny, that your parents have already fully approved the uniform," she said, giving the nervous youngster a sardonic smile.

"Now, boys," she continued, "I want you all lined up outside in the next five minutes once you're in your cute little bra and panties so I can take you all to your first form class."

Outside the boys had all lined up in their skimpy outfits. The girls, also lined up in their stylish black leotards, were full of amusement at seeing their bare legged, bare torsoed and almost bare bottomed male classmates. A couple of the bolder lasses couldn't resist pinching or slapping boys on their barely clad bums. Many boys faces were bright red with humiliation. Being boys, of course, they knew instinctively that it wouldn't be acceptable for any boy to respond in kind. Boys just had to take and like it, to paraphrase Sam Spade.

Back to the scene in Tomas' first form class. Their twenty something form room teacher, Miss Tavistock with her long flowing blonde hair and full, firm breasts, wore the same black neck to ankle leotard as the young girls in the class, the garment showing off her graceful hour glass figure with its svelte waist and large flowing buttocks.

"Each boy and girl is paired together," she'd announced to the class, "Because girls mature earlier than boys, the girl will be the boy's mentor. This means, boys, you'll need to do as your mentor tells to do. And girls, you'll need to look out for your mentee as adolescent boys tend to do very stupid things."

She paused before continuing.

"The boys will address their mentor as 'Boss Girl' and the girls will address their mentee as 'Baby Girl Boy'. That is a strict rule."

She drew a long thin cane from under her desk.

"I've almost never had to use this ultimate sanction because we've found most boys are nice and cooperative under caring feminine influence. Their natural aggressive male tendencies being dulled as a result. But just imagine what this will feel like across the back of thin chiffon panties." She looked darkly at the boys in the room. A few nervous Adam's apples were seen to move noticeably. She sliced the cane twice through the air loudly to emphasise the damage and pain it would readily transmit to tender young bottoms through soft sheer material. A number of boys blanched in fear for their barely protected bottoms. A number of the girls lit up with barely concealed delight.

"With regards to uniforms," she continued still gripping the cane, "boys in particular need to make sure that they are in proper uniform at all times unless a Boss Girl or a teacher requires you to be wholly or partially nude. This means that panties need to be fitted firmly around your waist. Also you should be wearing your bra and all times making sure that the cups are completely covering the nipples, or boy-titties as you are required to call them from now on. Showing boy-titties outside of your dorm or showers or unless ordered by a Boss Girl or teacher may also get you a striped, red bottom." She showed the cane menacingly. "In regards to girls' uniforms, we of course trust to their natural feminine common sense."

"Now I want you to get to know your neighbour mentor and mentee. I'll give you all a few minutes."

"Hi, I'm Debbie, Baby Girl Boy." said the blonde haired girl in the pony tail very confidently, an amused look of already superior derision on her pretty face.

"Tomas," less confidently.

"Tomas, Boss Girl," she corrected him.

"Sorry, Tomas, Boss Girl."

After five minutes Miss Tavistock re-engaged the attention of the class. She brought out a bag and took out some twelve inch plastic rulers which she gave out to each girl.

"Now Boss Girls, because your Baby Girl Boys are still developing emotionally and mentally until they turn 21, they may not listen to instructions immediately. One, two or more short sharp smacks on the back of his chiffon panties will usually bring him into line. Not usually on the bare bottom and not too hard. Or at least no harder than you think necessary. Baby Girl Boys follow your Boss Girl's instructions, including if she thinks she needs to give you some light smacks, or even sometimes not so light smacks, on the bottie, making sure you stand, kneel or bend over in the position she tells you to and don't .. I repeat DON'T ... try to protect your bottie with your hands. That's a big no no. Botties need to be presented for correction when required. The smacks might hurt but they're for your own good. Boys need them. And remember also my rattan is the ultimate sanction, which of course I never want to have to use."

At morning recess Tomas was with Debbie as each Baby Girl Boy was required to be with his Boss Girl. Around the school quadrangle here and there he noticed Boss Girls occasionally giving their Baby Girl Boys a few smacks across the back of their panties with the plastic ruler and even with the flat of their hands.

"The straps of your bra are twisted, Baby Girl Boy! Fix it! Now!" SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Oww!"

The school catered for students from 13 to 15 so Tomas also noticed other groups of students including boys who were quite developed with hairy legs but they were still compelled to wear the same white small cup bra and chiffon panties as he was. Even these bigger Baby Girl Boys had to be with their Boss Girls and occasionally receive smacks on bottoms, the soft, diaphanous chiffon barely hiding the sometimes lightly, and not so lightly, furred bottom cheeks of the almost young men.

"Stand still!! And NO hands protecting your bottie!!"

SMACK!! SMACK!!

Tomas saw that even these big boys writhed and twisted a little at having their bottoms smacked by their Boss Girls, and being bigger boys the smacks necessarily had to be somewhat harder.

After recess they had a class, history, and then a PE class. In their separate male change room the boys all had to put on sports shorts that were split up the sides to the waist with a jock strap underneath. They also had to go bare chested and bare foot. The girls wore a tee shirt, shorts, and gym boots.

Two female PE teachers supervised the separate boys and girls classes respectively. The girls all played football out on the oval, whilst the boys practiced skipping rope in a small court yard off to one side. In its prospectus the school had explained its approach to physical education.

"Traditional schools have large playing areas that are dominated by aggressive males playing contact and similar sports whilst females are relegated to small insignificant spaces. At St Bernice's we aim for the opposite. Girls are given full and unrestricted access to all public playing areas such as ovals, whilst the overbearing rude energy of boys is kept firmly in check by having them play games within very confined spaces."

Towards the end of their respective PE classes the boys and girls all went into their separate changing room doors. The woman PE teacher who had been supervising their game followed the boys into their change room. Some of the boys were a little uncomfortable with her hanging around.

"C'mon. Everyone strip off and get into the shower room," she ordered as she held open the door to the shower room adjoining the change room to allow each naked boy to nervously pass through. The room was a large white tiled space with a bank of 5 showers at one end. There were no partitions between the showers. A couple of the boys moved to go and take a shower when the teacher stopped them.

"Wait! Did I tell you to start your shower? You'll stand here until you're told to move!!" she shouted.

After a few minutes a door on the other side of the white tiled room opened up. The other teacher followed by the girls, all wearing standard white bikinis, entered.

The horrified boys attempted to cover up their exposed genitals.

The senior PE teacher addressed them.

"Right. Listen up! The way we have showers after PE is that each Baby Girl Boy has to be accompanied by his Boss Girl. The Boss Girl needs to wash her Baby Girl Boy and then herself. Ok to demonstrate ... let's see ... you Baby Girl Boy what's your name?"

"Tomas, Miss."

"And who is Tomas' Boss Girl?"

"Here, Miss," said Debbie smiling, her svelte figure apparent in the white bikini. Although Tomas was 13, he was just starting to get erections and notice girls. She looked nice, he thought.

"Ok Tomas and Debbie, the two of you step into the shower."

The nude boy and bikini'd girl both stepped into the shower together.

"That's right. So everyone listen up. Boys are not very good at washing themselves so it's important that you Boss Girls assist your Baby Girl Boy to clean himself properly."

She turned to the pair, the confident, pretty girl in her white costume and the embarrassed, unsure boy in his natural and vulnerable pink one.

"Now turn on the shower, Debbie. Turn with your back to Debbie, Tomas, so she can soap your back. Use the dispenser. That's good. That's right Debbie, dear, all the way. No don't stop there. Right down over his bottie and legs. Now turn around Tomas. Debbie do the chest. Right down but we don't touch that bit. He has to do that for himself later. Good. Ok now you Tomas need to clean between the cheeks of your bottie. And also around your peenie and cockles. Note to all Boss Girls and Baby Girl Boys we don't use crude, nasty words for a boy's private parts. So use cutsie, non-threatening words like bottie, peenie and cockles instead." There was some female tittering at this. At the same time most of the boys were mortified at having their intimate parts described in such a demeaning and infantilising way, especially in front of girls who appeared to derive so much amusement from it.

Tomas felt terribly self conscious as the whole room of boys, girls and the two lady PE teachers silently watched him as he soaped around his bottom cleft and also his privates. In fact he wanted to sink into the ground from embarrassment. Even his own parents hadn't seen the boy naked in years.

"Pull back the skin at the head of your peenie so you can clean there too. Ok you can stop now, Tomas. Debbie your job is to check Tomas has cleaned himself properly. No Tomas, Debbie can't see properly. Bend over more and hold open the cheeks of your bottie so everyone can see."

Tomas' facial cheeks were deep crimson with abject humiliation as he bent down whilst holding open his bottom cheeks, knowing what all the others in the room were seeing, including Debbie who was bent over looking at his well exposed anus to make sure it was clean. What came next was even worse.

"Now stand and lift your peenie and cockles so she can also have a look."

The poor boy was almost on the verge of hot tears as he lifted his scrotum and penis with his hand and Debbie bent down to look under the raised balls to make sure they'd been cleaned properly.

"And now peel back your peenie's foreskin so she can also see. No right back." Debbie checked around the exposed head without actually touching it to make sure Tomas had done a proper, thorough job.

"All okay, Debbie?"

The girl nodded.

"Ok and when the Boss Girl is satisfied that her Baby Girl Boy has properly cleaned himself she can attend to herself. Go and dry yourself Tomas and put your bra and panties back on immediately. Boys shouldn't be naked longer than their Boss Girl requires them to be. So is that clear to everyone?"

For the next little while boys and girls lined up to use the shower. Inside the shower recess under each shower head boy and girl couples were washing themselves. At the end of their shower boys would bend and separate their "botties" and raise their "peenie and cockles" as well as pull back their foreskins so the girls could approve that they'd done a proper job. Some girls went out and brought back the plastic ruler given to them earlier so there were scenes of boys bending over separating their "botties" for abject approval and angry girls smacking the bottom cheeks in firm disapproval.

"That's not very clean!!" SMACK!! SMACK!!

"OWW!!"

"Do it properly this time! Get the soap right in there!"

The hot spray of the water and the kneading of their naked bodies by girls caused some of the young boys to get boners. Many of girls had never seen this before and were consequently fascinated.

"Oh look, it keeps bobbing up and down!"

"So that's what 'getting wood' looks like."

"Looks more like rubber than wood."

"Look at the water running off it! You're sure he's not having a wee wee in the shower?"

"Uh oh! It's cucumber time!"

The teacher's explanation that boys often had dirty thoughts in their heads as they got older and really couldn't help themselves so they would frequently "get a fat peenie", led to general female hilarity. The poor boys, forced to be naked and then compulsorily to present their nude bodies for involuntary stimulation at the hands of clothed females, were beetroot faced with mortification at having something they really couldn't control being made the subject of jokes, especially by girls their own age.

"If we give him a red bottie, will that make it go down, Miss?"

"Sometimes giving him a red bottie does as much to stimulate his peenie getting fat as to stop it. We leave the judgement on that to each Boss Girl."

After PE there was lunch in the school dining hall. To reinforce the reversal of traditional stereotyped gender roles in which women serve men food, each Baby Girl Boy had to first serve his Boss Girl's lunch before his own.

Following lunch they returned to their form class. It was in a different room with two seater lounges. Boy-girl couples were each seated on individual sofas, the girls once again attired in black neck to ankle leotards, the boys in white small cup bras and white chiffon panties.

Miss Tavistock addressed the form class at the beginning of the lesson.

"Boss Girls, your Baby Girl Boy will be feeling very tired after lunch and PE so he has to take a nap. Each Baby Girl Boy rest your head in the lap of your Boss Girl for a fifteen minute nap."

Most of the boys did as ordered, including Tomas. A few boys hesitated. They didn't feel comfortable putting their head in a girl's lap. Miss Tavistock went to fetch her cane.

"You boys do as you're asked please," she said holding the cane, "it's either hard heads across the top of soft laps or hard strokes across the back of soft panties. Choose!"

The remaining recalcitrant boys, their Adams apples moving nervously at the thought of hot, painful strokes on diaphanous chiffon panties, complied and reluctantly laid their heads on their Boss Girls' warm laps.

Tomas felt a hand shaking his naked shoulder after he'd fallen asleep with his head on Debbie's lap.

"Wake up, Baby Girl Boy!"

He then heard Miss Tavistock speaking.

"So it's important that all of our Baby Girl Boys have their daily afternoon nap because, unlike Boss Girls, they're very weak and can get very irritable if they don't, leading unfortunately to having a sore tired head, not to mention a sore striped bottom if there's any misbehavior."

After the afternoon form class they had another lesson. Today it was science. The science teacher, Miss Burton, was determined to set the rules early on. She noted one boy seemed to be putting his hand up a lot and answering all the questions. One thing she couldn't stand was pushy, aggressive boys boy-splaining to girls and she was going to nip it in the bud and set an example.

"What's your name, Baby Girl Boy?"

"Andew, Miss," replied the confident knowledgeable young man. He was quite a handsome boy too; slim with blue eyes and blonde hair and a pale skin.

"Andrew, you're obviously a very knowledgeable boy. I'd like you to come out to the front of the class and help me with something, please."

"Yes, Miss."

He came out to the front as requested looking very elated.

"Take off your clothes."

"Miss?"

"You heard me. I said take off your clothes."

The boy hesitated.

"OFF!!"

With obvious reluctance the boy removed his skimpy outfit.

"Note everyone that Andew has a very small peenie. It's quite laughable really. Turn around, Andrew. And also his bottie has spots on it. He has a spottie bottie." This led to loud tittering from the girls.

"Now bend over and pull apart the cheeks of your bottie .... NOW!!!"

With clear reluctance Andrew bent down and held his bottom cheeks open with his hands.

"No. We can't see properly. Hold them back further apart ... I'm not going to repeat myself again .. Hold them further apart I said!! ... Who's Andrew's Boss Girl?"

"Here, Miss." A pretty dark haired girl with a long pony tail in her black neck to ankle leotard put up her hand.

"Your Baby Girl Boy needs to clean his bottie more thoroughly."

"I'll make sure he does, Miss."

"Maybe a few smacks with the ruler on his bare bottie in the shower might encourage him to do a proper job."

"Yes, Miss."

"Stand up and face back to the front, Andrew."

The now very red faced and crest fallen totally nude boy again faced the class.

"Rule number one, two, three and four in this class. No boy-splaining, boy-terrupting or boys hogging class time. No boy will put his hand up in class. If I want to hear from a boy I'll choose him myself. You can sit down, Andrew. No don't get dressed. You can spend the rest of the lesson naked. In fact don't sit down. You can spend the lesson standing at your desk so everyone can see your bare bottie."

Poor Andrew, his face crimson with abject humiliation, his confidence ripped to shreds, returned dejectedly with his bare bottom, trying to cover his peenie, back to stand at his place next to his smirking female classmate.

That evening everyone had dinner, at which the Baby Girl Boys served their Boss Girls dinner before having their own, and then returned to the student residence. The boys all had to be in bed by 7.30pm before which they had supervised showers similar to the ones they'd had after PE.

The Dorm was a long room. On one side were the rows of boys' beds. On other side were the girls' beds, each surrounded, unlike the boys, by an opaque screen for privacy, something very necessary for girls but completely unnecessary for boys as boys were believed to lack any sensitivity whatsoever about being nude in front of other people. After all what was there to be sensitive about?

In its prospectus the school had explained its mixed dorms policy.

"Traditional mixed boarding schools allowed locker room culture and toxic masculinity to flourish by removing boys from the important moderating influence of female colleagues. At St Bernice's boys are under 24 hour supervision of their female classmates preventing the toxic build up of exclusively masculine cultures that promote loutishness and misogyny."

The House Mistress, Miss Brookes, came into the dorm once everyone had returned from their shower and instructed all the pupils to gather round. On top of each boy's bed, she explained, was a disposable diaper. These were what all Baby Girl Boys had to wear as bed clothes. Between each of the boys' beds was a long raised table on which each boy would be diapered before bed.

"Firstly, pay attention everyone. I'll only demonstrate this on this one occasion, so you'd better take good note, especially the Baby Girl Boys who risk getting throbbing red stripes across their botties if they don't get it right. OK we unwrap the diaper like this and place it this way on the diapering table. Everyone follow?"

She stood back and surveyed her work to make sure it was correct.

"Now let's see, what's your name, Baby Girl Boy?" she asked addressing a slim dark haired lad allocated to the bed next to Tomas.

"Marcus, Miss."

"Marcus, take off your clothes and climb onto the table and lie back."

The boy hesitated.

"Must an instruction be repeated? ... NOW!"

The boy looking down with obvious reluctance took his, admittedly few, clothes off and climbed onto the table, lying on his back.

"Makes sure your bottom is on top of the diaper. That's good. Now I'll get another Baby Girl Boy supervised by a Boss Girl to put his fresh, clean diaper on his bottie. What's your name, Baby Girl Boy?"

"Tomas, Miss."

"And Tomas' Boss Girl?"

"Here. Debbie, Miss."

"Now Tomas. I'll put Marcus' diaper on and you watch carefully because afterwards I'll take it off again and then you can have a try. And Debbie you'll need to supervise your Baby Girl Boy every night when he's putting on his bunk neighbour's fresh diaper. We also need Boss Girls to sometimes administer a diaper spanking when boys have been misbehaving. So I'll show you that too. Ok Marcus, put your legs in the air and Tomas you hold his legs up."

After Miss Brookes had put on and taken off Marcus' diaper while Tomas held his legs up by grabbing his ankles, it was Tomas' turn to do it whilst Debbie this time held Marcus' ankles. Miss Brookes then ordered them to undo the diaper so that Marcus was once again nude.

"Ok we'll do that once more finally and then everyone can start putting their neighbour Baby Girl Boy's nappy on. Before we do that I'll show everyone the diaper spanking. That is a spanking in the diapering position. You give your Baby Girl Boy this sort of spanking if he's been misbehaving or difficult, especially before bedtime but you can administer it for any misbehavior during the day really. You can either get someone else to hold his legs up, another Boss Girl or Baby Girl Boy, or get him to hold up his own legs and hold back his peenie so he can be spanked on his bare bottie or his exposed cockles. I'll show both methods."

Miss Brookes got Tomas to lift a clearly unhappy Marcus' legs up whilst Debbie lightly smacked his bottom with the plastic ruler a couple of times. Marcus winced because Debbie smacked him harder than she was meant to. Then the teacher got Marcus to hold up his own legs and pull back his penis. "Legs right up, Marcus, and hold back your peenie so that the Boss Girl can get some good clean hits at your bottie and cockles. Debbie not too hard on his cockles. Just some light spanking there but you'll of course need to smack his bottie harder." Once again Marcus winced in pain and yelled at one stage when she smacked the ruler a little too firmly across his exposed scrotum.

"So Boss Girls take note; firm strokes but not too hard. And Baby Girl Boys make sure you hold your legs and peenie well back to fully expose your bottie and cockles to receive their well deserved smacks."

"Just some advice to Boss Girls delivering a spanking," she continued, "the four places to discipline your Baby Girl Boy or any other Baby Girl Boy, since Boss Girls have full spanking rights over any Baby Girl Boy to which he has to submit on the spot without question, using your plastic ruler, are his bottie, usually through his panties unless he's in the diapering position or sometimes in the shower, on his hands with his palms open, the back of his bare legs and on his cockles, which always needs to be bare for reasons I'll explain."

"Spanking his cockles is the most effective but also the most delicate form of discipline to give to a Baby Girl Boy. The cockles as we know are the source of your Baby Girl Boy's testosterone, a male hormone causing aggression and general male stubbornness, so they are responsible for all the trouble boys create including boy-spreading, boy-terrupting, boy-splaining, boy-slamming and boy-sterousness in general. So spanking him there is really attacking the source of the male problem. However it takes great skill to discipline the cockles without causing permanent damage. It should be done lightly, only with one or two spanks, only with your plastic ruler, and only on the bare cockles so you can see exactly what you're doing."

"Once you get really good you can use it more often. We have one third year Boss Girl who has two Baby Girl Boys in her charge that she only ever has had to spank occasionally and then only on their cockles. She's an adept at it. Both Baby Girl Boys are very well behaved. They never attempt to boy-splain or boy-spread and at netball, for instance, they have so little aggression that they never even try for the ball. So a carefully and expertly applied very light spanking to his cockles can have wonderful effects on a boy's behaviour." In fact that particular Boss Girl only needed to threaten the two boys to keep them in line. "Do want me to smack your cockles for you?" she'd say in everyone's hearing, leading to humiliating smirks and chortles from observers.

After this Miss Brookes told all the boys they needed to be in bed, because being boys they needed to get at least twelve hours sleep. For the next little while everyone was busy putting on the boys' diapers over which they also had to wear waterproof plastic pants, known as rubbers. Here and there you could hear and see the smacks as some boys received a diaper spanking from their Boss Girl.

"Hold your legs right back. No I can't get a clear hit at your bottie. Up more. And let's see your cockles also. That's better." SMACK!! SMACK!! "Oww!" "And this one on the cockles. No pull your peenie right back. Great." SMACK!! "Aggh!"

Before getting into bed each Baby Girl Boy was given a compulsory drink out of a one litre bottle of warm water as they weren't allowed to get up at night for any reason, even to pee. They were required to finish every last drop or receive smacks. Of course this also greatly increased the likelihood that they would have a soaked nappy by the morning which is why they needed to also wear the plastic pants or rubbers over their diapers. Over this they also had a metal chastity belt fixed on top of the rubbers and diapers. Miss Brookes came to each boy with her master key and secured his belt. "We need to keep naughty peenies firmly under lock and key," she said with a smile as she approached each diapered boy and securely locked the device. The watching girls all tittered, perhaps a little nervously in some cases, as they'd already seen in the showers how the boys' penises often seemed to have minds of their own.

After the boys had all been very tightly tucked in ("And if hear a peep out of you, you'll get a good smacking!!"), the girls all changed into their black nighties behind their screens. They all sat up visiting each other in their beds and loudly gossiping. Unlike the boys, the girls could go to bed whenever they liked. Occasionally one of the boys, who were supposed to be asleep (although with all the loud girlish chattering going on, this was quite hard) might say something quietly to his neighbour that his Boss Girl might overhear, prompting her to charge out from behind her screen, holding her plastic ruler, to scold the boy.

"Roll over on your stomach!" she might order him after ripping back the covers. She'd then proceed to give him a few hard smacks with the ruler over the back of his bare legs because she couldn't get to his bare bottom what with the diaper, rubbers and chastity belt.

"Now get to sleep! And don't let me hear another peep out of you!" as she again tucked him in very tightly.

The following morning Miss Brookes came round and unlocked the boys' chastity belts after which all the boys had to visit the garbage room to dispose of soaking, soiled nappies and the laundry room to deposit their rubber pants before being escorted nude by their Boss Girls to have their supervised showers. Some of the girls were quite stern.

SMACK!! SMACK!! "Oww!!" "And that's for having a soiled wet nappy and a very dirty boy's bum!!"

Tomas found the day proceeded much like the first except that for PE they had swimming at a nearby pool which the school had partially booked out. Some boys and girls protested that they hadn't brought their swimming costumes with them but they were reassured that the school would provide appropriate swimming attire for all students.

When the boys got to the change rooms, they were horrified to discover they'd be required to swim completely nude. There were members of the public in other parts of the pool complex who'd be able to see.

"Are the girls wearing a costume?" piped up one already fully nude boy self-consciously hiding his package.

"Well naturally," responded the athletic red headed young lady PE teacher Miss Mason with a smirk at the obvious absurdity of the question, in her red one piece swimsuit that showed off her figure so nicely, "the girls aren't going to be required to swim nude. We certainly wouldn't subject them to that kind of indignity. Subjecting them to the male gaze for instance. It wouldn't be decent. For boys it's not an issue because there's no such thing as male modesty. The pool management were concerned at first about the pressure on the pool filters of so many swimming costumes in the pool at once but when told them we could just get the boys to swim nude they were very relieved."

The boys were all driven out of the change room attempting to preserve their non-existent male modesty by pathetically cupping their hands over their genitals.

"C'mon hurry up, boys, no one's interested in looking at what you've got down there. Don't be so ridiculous!" as she followed them out watching their bare bottoms.

Outside the boys were absolutely appalled at seeing the girls all clad in yellow one piece costumes. Quite a few of the girls had surprised looks on their faces that quickly changed to looks of derision and amusement. It was one thing for boys to be nude in the shower but outside in a public pool as well with other people around? How funny, not to mention exciting. What a great school this was turning out to be!

They were required to do mixed relays in which boys and girls lined up beside the pool before diving in and swimming length ways up and back and coming out and going to the end of the queue to start again. The lanes had a mixture of boys and girls in the line. Tomas found himself behind standing a suited girl. He looked behind him to see Debbie in her yellow one piece costume seeming to smirk and looking down at his bare bottom.

Suddenly there was a commotion as two boys in one of the queues started fighting.

"What is the meaning of this? Stop that at once!" the teacher shouted at the two nude lads. One of the boys had had the other in a headlock which he reluctantly was forced to release. The boys stood glaring at each other red faced.

"What are your names?!"

"Brian, Miss."

"Spenser, Miss."

"Right two smacks on the cockles for both of you. You first, Brian, bend or over and grab the edge of the pool with one hand. That's correct. Legs separated. Now push your cockles right back through your legs with your other hand. No, they need to jutt out at the end so I can spank them with the ruler."

The clearly frightened boy did as he was ordered.

"Now I want all Boss Girls to take note how to give a spanking on a boy's cockles when he's in the bent over position. You'd only ever do this at the pool or in the shower where he's already naked. Also you Baby Girl Boys also note how to co-operate fully and correctly position your cockles so that they can be properly and safely spanked when a Boss Girl believes you've deserved it."

Miss Mason stooped down behind the bent over boy, her long flowing red hair hanging to one side, as she peered at the exposed scrotum taking careful aim with her ruler getting ready to deliver the first stroke.

"That's right. Hold them there. Just tell me when you're ready to receive the first hit on your cockles."

"R-ready, M-miss," the very anxious and deeply embarrassed youngster responded in a quivering voice.

Smack!

"Oweww!"

She lightly spanked the exposed ball sack with her ruler.

The boy yelped more from discomfort and deep embarrassment than from any real pain.

"It's not going to hurt too much. Just push your cockles out once more for a final hit. Once more. That's it," she coaxed the anxious youngster, as she was still bent over with her ruler at the ready to give the bare testicles another light spank once they'd been properly pushed out.

"Ready?"

"Y-yes, M-miss!" the boy almost shouted it.

Smack!

"Owww!!"

"Serves you right for fighting, Brian," she told the still bent over boy.

It was like playing a game of Whac-A-Mole, she'd reflected wryly as you waited for their funny looking sacks to poke out from between their thighs before striking them. Not possessing a pair herself she wondered how it must hurt them even though she was careful not to hit too hard.

"Up you get. Now you," she said to a frightened Spenser.

After she'd spanked the other boy's scrotum with two smacks of the ruler across his balls and he'd been allowed to stand, both naked young lads were looking quite uncomfortable even though the spanking had not been especially painful or hard. Still it was administered to a very sensitive part of the male anatomy. But more than the actual physical discomfort, they were both deeply humiliated at the very degrading totally nude testicular discipline and their faces were hot and red with shame and mortification, especially with so many girls having watched and obviously enjoyed the spectacle.

Bullying and fighting by boys was typical behaviour that was not tolerated at the school. A light spanking on the testicles (the source of testosterone and hence of so much troublesome young male aggression) was recommended as the most effective way to reduce boys' natural penchant for fighting one another.

In fact the school was very up front about its discipline policy.

"At St Bernice's we believe in the moderate use of corporal punishment for male students only. Although the cane on the clothed bottom is the ultimate and rarely used sanction the occasional light use of the 12 inch ruler on the hands, legs, bottom and testicles of a boy assists in establishing the kinds rigid of boundaries typically craved by the extremely limited adolescent male imagination."

The day ended just as the previous one had with all the boys being diapered, rubbered and belted after their showers and tucked tightly into bed.

That second night at the new school Tomas lay awake. He heard Debbie in the opposite bed, behind her screen, excitedly chatting with a couple of her girlfriends who'd come to visit her.

"What a great school!" cried one of the young lasses.

"Yes. I love the black leotard outfit."

"Oh! It's so stylish. And the chiffon panties the boys all have to wear are so fetching. You can almost see their bum cracks and penises through the white material. Certainly doesn't leave a lot to the imagination. Very appropriate." There was some appreciative girlish tittering.

"How do find your, Baby Girl Boy, Debbie?"

"Oh, he's very compliant. I haven't had to give him a smacked bottie yet. But I certainly will if I think he needs it."

"Oh you're lucky. My boy, William. I've had to give him a sore bottie a few times already. And it's only day two! He such a typical boy and won't do anything unless you give him hard smacks. But that's what you'd expect. I have a younger brother and Mum and Dad are always having to strap his bare bottom. Boys just seem to need it. I'm going to try spanking him on his cockles in the shower or whilst he's having his diaper put on, just to get some practise and also to see if it works better than smacking his bottie to stop his boyish misbehavior."

"They say that the reason boys are such a pain is because there's this stuff that gets produced in their cockles that gets into their brains. So giving them a spanking there holds it in check."

"Mine complains he doesn't like the feel of the bra covering his boy-titties. I just tell him too bad and if he doesn't stop complaining I'll smack his bottie for him. Can we discipline them on their boy-titties? I was thinking I could say to him, 'OK Alex, take off your bra then and I'll give you five smacks on each of your boy-titties!'"

None of the young ladies were sure if you'd be allowed to do that but they'd ask. It might be interesting to get a boy to remove his bra so they could smack his nipples with the ruler. Maybe the school just hadn't thought of it yet which is why it wasn't a thing.

"I would love to see a boy get the cane. Just think you'd be able to see the welts on his bottie afterwards through the back of his panties." The other girls agreed that it certainly would be worth seeing a boy getting "a hot bottie", as one of them put it, with the cane.

Tomas listened to the chatter of the girls as he slowly drifted off to sleep exhausted by his second busy day at St Bernice's Coeducational Boarding School where he and the other boys were bound to "enjoy" many more interesting experiences in the future.

THE END

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