By brhmsj
Copyright 2024 by brhmsj, all rights reserved
* * * * *The Puericil School, Part 2
“This week
I’ll be getting you up early so you can have your enema and dosage
before the other boys need the bathroom,” David heard Claire saying as
she gently shook him awake. She pulled back the covers, exposing his
morning erection. “These will go away in a few days,” she said as she
took his erection in hand.
The nightmare was not over and
David was not happy about it. “I don’t want an enema!” he said
defiantly. Claire fully expected this. Almost every new boy had some
bit of rebellion until the Puericil took full effect.
“And you
don’t want a spanking, either, but you are getting both,” Claire
responded, her tone making it clear that she would not tolerate any
nonsense. David started to push her hand away from his erection but
thought better of it, especially as it felt good to have her holding
him. He was startled by how quickly she brought him to orgasm and that
he found no excitement in it. Quickly she cleaned him. “There, you’re
drained for now. Get out of bed and follow me to the bathroom.” He
obeyed, still reluctant and not ready yet to be fully subservient.
Before she woke him, Claire had prepared the enema bag. She sat down on
the closed toilet. “Over my lap,” she told David, quite firmly. He
remembered yesterday’s spanking and now was dreading this one. “You’ll
be quite familiar with this position,” Claire said once David was
settled. “I expect you’ll be getting a few more spankings over the next
weeks.” David didn’t know what to say to that so kept quiet.
She began spanking him, harder than yesterday. Was that spanking merely
a tease and this the real thing? The other boys were waking up and
heard his yells, not the least bit surprised that a new boy was getting
a morning spanking. Claire did not bring him to tears but he was sore
when it was over. He wasn’t broken, though. What David did not know but
would learn soon is that a spanking hurt more after an orgasm, and this
one did! Claire was experienced and knew what it would take to get him
in line before the Puericil took its full effect.
Spanking
done, David remained over her lap. He could tell that Claire was
putting on a latex glove. “Spread your legs a bit,” she instructed when
the glove was on. In a moment David felt lube again being applied to
his anus, then her finger slipping in. This was only his third invasion
and he did let out a little gasp of shock as the sensation was still
quite new. However, today the finger felt good even as he was resenting
unrequested access to his most private place. “This is important to
prepare you for the enema,” Claire told him as she worked her finger in
him. He began to take pleasure in it. Even after being drained only a
few minutes ago he was getting hard again. Claire gave no sign of
noticing.
Claire withdrew her finger and patted his bottom.
“Good boy.” The enema bag was waiting, on an IV stand next to the
toilet. Now David felt the nozzle pushing against his anus then easily
sliding in. “Let me know if you cramp,” Claire said. “By tomorrow you
should used to this and not have any problem taking the full bag.” She
released the water. David knew what to expect and, against what he
thought was his better judgment, was enjoying the sensation today.
“That went in quite easily,” Claire told him when the bag was empty.
“You’re a natural, which is good. Let me know when you’re ready.” She
did not release him from his prone position over her lap. It took
longer than yesterday but as before the urge was sudden.
“Let me up!” he demanded, still unwilling to relinquish his feistiness.
“Of course.” Claire ignored his attitude, let him up, raised the toilet
lid, and David sat down. The explosion was immediate. His need today
was strong enough that he didn’t care that she was watching. It took a
few minutes but David knew when he had released all of it.
“Good boy,” Claire said when he was done. “Stand up and bend over.” His
anger was returning. He wasn’t going to let a girl just use him like
this! “Do you need another spanking so soon?” Claire said in response
to his unmistakable attitude. He wavered for a few seconds, then
obeyed, though slowly. With a damp facecloth she cleaned him. That task
done, she closed the toilet and sat again. “Back over my lap!”
Chastened for the moment, he wasted no time getting in position. There
was no need to lube him again for the suppository. It went in easily
and she held it in for a couple of minutes as it began to dissolve.
“There, set for the day,” Claire said when she pulled her finger out.
“Now, into the shower. The others will be joining.”
The shower
was a big open area with four shower heads. Sure enough, the other
three boys joined him. “That’s yours,” Billy, the more natural leader,
told David as he indicated one of the shower heads. “We all have our
own.” In a moment all four showers were running. David watched the
others, wondering if there was anything special that needed doing when
showering. Billy and Freddie washed each other again. That seemed their
usual routine. David wondered if he’d ever get to join in such things.
Otherwise, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. As he washed it seemed
that a few pubic hairs were going down the drain but he wasn’t sure.
When he looked down on that area nothing looked different. Maybe he’d
be spared, he hoped.
As they showered there was general
commiseration for his plight this morning. He didn’t know how to
respond but appreciated the solidarity. He’d learn that such solidarity
was a basic part of life at the school.
Before the showers
were done, Billy came over to David. “May I feel your pubes, please? I
haven’t mine or any at all for so long. And you’ll be losing them
soon.” David shrugged and said “sure.” Billy’s hand felt good. However,
running his fingers through David’s pubic bush loosened some more
hairs. David was not happy about that.
Showering done, all
four brushed their teeth and returned to the bedroom and their
respective girls. Leigh, who seemed the most quiet of the four girls,
asked “do we need any reminders before breakfast?” David thought that
the other three boys looked nervous.
“No, and we know that David has had his. Perhaps not his only one today,” Betty said.
Smiling at David’s look of confusion, and trepidation at the thought of
a second spanking, Claire told him “many mornings it’s necessary to
give spankings before breakfast. Not every day. If a boy’s behavior the
previous day has been bad, a reminder is important the next day.
Sometimes we give reminders just to make sure that there will be no bad
behavior. The boys know that if the reminder has no effect he will get
a serious spanking that evening. You’ll get your share of morning
spankings, all boys do, though for other reasons than today’s
spanking.” David wasn’t happy about the assurance that such spankings
definitely would happen. Now it seemed the nightmare might never end.
“That’s settled, then,” Betty said. “Off to breakfast.” The four boys,
their girl at their side, made their way to the dining room. The full
compliment of boys and their girls was filling the room and soon all
were settled at tables. Breakfast was laid out already. Dr. Judd, Dr.
Alcott, and the staff entered and went to the staff tables. Nurse
Carstairs passed among the student tables, making her presence known.
David could see some boys looked distressed as she passed them. He
guessed that she must have disciplined them a few times.
“Remember your manners, boys,” Dr. Judd said before she sat down. A murmur of “yes, ma’am” was heard in response.
“That’s means you four,” Betty said. She liked asserting herself even
when not necessary. Four boys said another “yes, ma’am.” David was
surprised at how naturally this had come out, especially as he still
felt rebellious. Claire gave him a look of approval, which reluctantly
he liked. The Puericil was showing some small effects already.
During breakfast Dr. Judd came over to David and handed him a sheet of
paper. “This is your schedule,” she told him. “It’s the same as that of
your roommates so you need only to follow their lead. Claire will be
with you, too, of course.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” David said politely. He missed the look of approval that passed between Dr. Judd and Claire.
“We off to a good start?” Dr. Judd asked Claire.
“I’d say so,” the girl replied. “We did need a spanking this morning but that was to be expected.”
“Of course it is and I’m glad to hear that things are going as
expected. No doubt there are more spankings to come. There always are.
I’m sure Dr. Morgan will be glad to hear how things are starting out,
too.” With that Dr. Judd returned to her breakfast.
When the
meal was done Dr. Judd stood to address the boys and their girls. “You
boys know what is expected of you today, as with every day. Before you
are dismissed, are there are any discipline issues to be addressed?”
David thought that Nurse Carstairs looked hopefully expectant.
“Louisa,” Dr. Judd spoke directly to a girl at a nearby table, “has
Randy been under control?”
“I’m happy to say that he has,” the
girl Louisa replied. David caught sight of a boy next to her who looked
quite chagrined. He wondered what Randy had done and how he’d been
disciplined.
“Excellent. I’m glad to hear it and that all the
boys are behaving themselves. Now, off you go to your rooms to get what
you need for class. Be in your classrooms in ten minutes.” All the boys
quickly made their way out, the girls lingering behind. David would
learn that the boys were trusted to be in the classrooms on time and
that this was a time for the girls to chat amongst themselves. They
could compare notes on their charges.
David followed his
roommates back to the room where they gathered up the books they would
need all day. “You’ll be given books when we get to the room,” Billy
told him.
“OK. So, from this schedule it looks like we stay in one room and the teachers come to us?”
“That’s it. You can use the time in between to go to bathroom or even
come back here if you forgot something, but there’s not a whole lot of
time. Some of the girls come in to make sure we behave.”
“We
better get going,” George said. David followed them again, this time to
the classroom marked 10-12. “The room number just means what grades are
in the room. There aren’t a lot of us in ten through twelve so we’re in
lumped in together. It works.” David took it all in.
The room
seemed a typical high school classroom. The teacher’s desk was in the
front, with a blackboard behind. David couldn’t help but notice on the
teacher’s desk a small, but no doubt lethal, paddle. He wondered how
often it was used. He would learn about it.
Right on time the
first teacher, Miss Jenkins, came in. From his schedule David saw that
this was History. “Good morning, boys,” Miss Jenkins said. “We have a
new boy with us today, David Billings. David, stand up.” He did. “I
know he was introduced at dinner but it always is good to introduce a
new boy again. You may sit down.” David did. “I notice David that
you’ve just started Puericil. Sometimes it takes a while for the drug
to take full effect.” David blushed. “In the meantime we have this if
extra help is needed.” She picked up the paddle and showed it to the
class. “Your classmates all can tell you about it.” David heard nervous
shuffle from the others. Had all of them been paddled? Would he?
“Welcome, David,” she said as she put the paddle back on the desk.
Before she continued she gathered up a couple of books. “Here are your textbooks, David. Treat them with respect.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he took the books.
That done, she began the class by quizzing on the readings assigned for
today. For the most part she seemed satisfied with the answers.
“Martin, did you do the readings?”
A boy who had been having
difficulty with his answers replied “yes, ma’am” quietly. Another boy,
David assumed one of Martin’s roommates, nodded an affirmative.
“I hope for your sakes that is true,” Miss Jenkins told the two boys,
one hand lightly touching the paddle. David gulped. Would she use the
paddle and in front of everyone?
Overall David did not find
the class difficult and he did learn some new things. He enjoyed
history. At the break Claire and some other girls came in to monitor
the room. Claire asked how it went. “Fine,” David replied. Claire
showed approval. When she’d joined the other girls, David leaned
towards Billy’s desk and asked “does Miss Jenkins really paddle guys?”
“Oh yes, they all do. With corner time after. Sometimes all four
corners are occupied. Don’t worry, you’ll have your turn.” David didn’t
like that certainty but figured if it was unavoidable there was no
reason to worry. Still, he felt a tingle in his bottom at the thought
of the paddle making contact.
At the end of the twenty minute
break the math teacher, Miss Atkinson, came in. To David she looked
tough. A whispered “she’s tough” from Billy confirmed his assumption.
This class was grueling for David. Math was a weak subject for him and
for much of the class he felt lost. Most of the boys seemed to be
struggling, which made him feel a bit better.
Near the end of
class Miss Atkinson said “Mr. Billings, you’re new here but I’m sure
you’ll catch up.” Like Miss Jenkins, she put a hand on the paddle when
she said this, and this time it was addressed directly to David. “When
your Puericil is in full effect I’m sure things will settle down for
you and you can focus well on your schoolwork. There are forms of
remedial help if you need it.” Her hand was still on the paddle.
With that class ended and it was time for lunch. “When she says
‘remedial’ she means the paddle,” Billy said when Miss Atkinson was
gone.
“That was kinda obvious,” David answered.
All
the girls joined their charges and everyone went to the lunch room. So
far David was enjoying the food and this proved to be a good lunch. As
the meal was ending Dr. Judd stood and called for attention.
“Fortunately I’ve had nothing but good reports from your teachers this
morning,” she said. She looked pleased but David noticed that Nurse
Carstairs did not.
The afternoon was another matter. They
returned to the classroom for the English class with Miss Phillips.
Before she began she spoke directly to David. “As you’re new here,
David, I know you’ve not had time to do this reading. Fortunately
you’re starting classes on a Friday so you have all weekend to catch
up.” A touch to the paddle. “Listen carefully today so you’ll know
where we are.” The boys were reading a novel and discussion was
expected. Many boys spoke up and had good things to say, as far as
David could tell. Miss Phillips periodically would call on a quiet boy.
All were up to date on the reading but one boy was nervous when called
on.
“James, do you need help forming opinions?” Miss Phillips asked the boy at one point.
“No, ma’am, I’m just. . .” Before he finished a loud snickering was heard. Miss Phillips knew who it was.
“Alexander! Get up here right now!” A boy, bigger than most though
small nonetheless, slowly walked up to her desk. “I’m tired of your
antics,” Miss Phillips said when he was standing in front of her. “You
won’t learn will you?” Alexander stared at the floor. “I asked you a
question, young man!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Alexander squeaked.
“Yes, what? That you won’t learn? Look at me!”
The boy raised his head. “No, I mean, yes, I heard you, ma’am.”
“This school does not tolerate disrespect towards other boys. And now
you’ve made me interrupt class.” She took Alexander by the wrist and
led him to a straight backed chair. As he stood there trembling she
retrieved the paddle, returned to the chair, sat down, and pulled the
boy over her lap. Ten loud blows of the paddle came down on his naked
bottom. By the time she’d given him five Alexander was wailing.
Paddling done she pulled him to his feet. “Get over there” she said,
pointing to a corner. Silently the crying boy went and put his nose in
the corner. A very red bottom was on display for the entire class to
view.
Paddling dispatched Miss Phillips went back to the
discussion as if nothing had happened. Alexander was not released until
his girl arrived at the class’s end.
“Again?” the girl asked Miss Phillips.
“Yes, Carla. He needs work.”
Carla sighed. “I know and I apologize for his not being better behaved.”
“Not your fault,” Miss Phillips assured her. “I’m sure you’re doing the
best you can. Some boys need more work than others.” With that she
left. David watched as Carla took Alexander from the corner and gave
him a stern lecture. Suddenly he realized that Claire was at his side.
“It’s good that you see this right away,” she said to him. “Your turn
will come. It does for every boy.” David didn’t like that it seemed a
given that sooner or later he would receive some harsh discipline. At
least what seemed to him to be harsh. “Do you need the toilet?”
“Yes, please.” She showed him the way to the toilet room on that floor.
There was no door nor doors on the stalls and whatever business a boy
did was in full view. Apparently that was the norm here. This made
David nervous enough that he had trouble peeing but finally did manage.
Claire returned him to the classroom in time for science.
The
science teacher was Miss Kelleher. She seemed nice but expected a lot
from the boys. David’s weekend of study likely would be intense was his
reaction when the classes were done for the day. He now had all his
books. As with his classmates, the books made for an armful.
The four roommates were gathered up by their girls and returned to the
room. “Nap time,” Betty announced. “I’m pleased that you all were on
your best behavior today. This had better continue through dinner. Now,
lie down and nap.”
David didn’t think he needed a nap but it wasn’t long before he was asleep, as were the other three.
“Angels when they’re sleeping,” Betty remarked, as she did most days.
The girls laughed knowingly. “However, there need to be spankings all
around this weekend.” Agreement from the other three. Weekend spankings
were a regular event. Generally these were more reminders but often a
boy did get out of line at some point over a weekend. Even with
Puericil calming them, boys were boys.
As there were no
Saturday classes, Friday evenings were Game Night in the dining room.
The games were board and card games age-appropriate for little boys, as
in the five to ten-year-old range. This was perfect for most Puericil
boys. While they were intellectually at their chronological age, the
regression caused by the drug made most Puericil boys greatly enjoy
some childish pursuits.
David didn’t know what to think when
he realized that he felt some excitement when he saw what the games
were. He and his roommates soon were in a game of war, to their great
enjoyment. Instant bonding. Throughout the room there were cries of
whoops of joy and disappointment as the various competitions went on.
Dr. Judd always attended Game Night. She was pleased to see David
getting into the spirit of things. “Enjoying this?” she asked him when
she stopped by his table.
Her question was disconcerting as
David had to admit that he was enjoying boyish fun. He hesitated, torn
between joy at the games and this return to childhood but mixed with
embarrassment at being childish. Along with his continuing annoyance at
being at the school at all. There was a momentary feeling of rebellion
which he tamped down. Dr. Judd fully expected this sort of reaction. It
was normal. She let him take his time. Finally David, somewhat timidly
said “yes, ma’am.”
“David, please stand up so I can see how
the Puericil is going for you.” David slowly got up, now terrified that
all eyes were on him to see if his pubic hairs were going away. “Looks
like you’re on schedule,” Dr. Judd said with a smile. “Go back to your
games.” With that she left.
David looked at his roommates who
had been quiet through all this. It was Freddie, who generally was
quiet, who spoke up. “She checks up on everyone on Friday nights. Take
a look, she’s over at Alexander’s table.” David could see that she was
doing much the same there as she had at their table.
“No doubt Phillips told her about him,” George said.
“Behind them a voice said “Miss Phillips, young man.” It was Miss Phillips.
“I’m sorry ma’am,” George said nervously.
“Yes, I’m sure you are,” the teacher replied. “I’m also sure that Betty
will want to hear about your disrespect.” She moved off to find Betty
who was with a group of girls who were chatting around a table. The
card game stopped as the four boys watched. Betty glanced over more
than once as Miss Phillips spoke to her, nodding her head throughout
the conversation.
“You’re getting it again tonight,” Freddie
said to George with sympathy. A retort was on George’s lips but a look
from Billy kept him quiet. Billy and Freddie both liked George and did
not like seeing him get spanked and otherwise punished so regularly.
David did his best to get the card game going again but the mood now
was somber.
At nine o’clock it was time to put games away and
return to the dorm rooms. The boys always were responsible for putting
away whatever games they used that evening. That task done all the boys
waited for their girls to escort them back to their rooms. “In trouble
again, George,” Betty said when she joined them. It was loud enough for
others to hear. However, George was not alone. Two or three other girls
were admonishing their boys and the unspoken threat of bedtime
spankings hung in the air.
Back in the room Betty wasted no
time. “George, over my lap,” she commanded as she sat in one of the
desk chairs. “This makes two in three days,” she said as she pulled
George over her lap. “You know that you must show proper respect to the
women and girls here, especially the teachers. This needs to be
memorable. Billy, hand me the brush.” Without waiting for the brush she
began the bare handed assault on George’s bottom. It was not long
before he was yelling with each swat. When she had him giving out with
a steady “ow! ow! ow!” she took the brush from Billy and continued. She
did not stop until she had a crying boy over her lap.
“Will
you show some proper respect?” she asked, rhetorically. She and George
knew this was nowhere near his last discipline spanking.
“Yes, ma’am,” George said through his tears.
“Let this be a lesson to you three,” Betty said to the others. She now
was gently stroking George’s red, and pleasingly warm, bottom. As much
as he hated the spankings, he did enjoy this part every time. Even in
this much pain the butt rub always made him get hard. It felt good but
even after months of spankings it was embarrassing, too. “Now, get in
the bathroom and clean up,” Betty said as she let him up.
As
his first week went on David came to realize that no notice was taken
of erections and that erections were seen regularly throughout the
school. Now that the boys had physically regressed, their erections
were of a prepubescent size, not sticking out far from their bodies.
This made the situation a bit easier to take except for those boys who
resented having lost their adult-sized erections.
George did
nothing to hide his condition as he went to the bathroom. The only
embarrassment the erection caused was due to it pressing against a
girl’s thigh. The embarrassment was not as the sixteen-year-old of his
chronological age but as the little ten-year-old boy which the Puericil
had made him. He had been on Puericil for a year now but still had not
sorted out how he felt about the inevitable regression. He didn’t need
to be a little boy in the way that David did, but there was comfort in
it. Basically all boys on the drug felt that comfort.
When
George was done in the bathroom the other three boys were told to get
ready for bed. David was about to learn something else which made
Friday nights special. At bedtime on Fridays the girls took on the
motherly role of hugging their boys and tucking them into bed, often
with a kiss on the forehead when the boy was under the covers. George
wouldn’t admit it, but this was special and important for him. Billy
and Freddie loved the hugs and truly being little boys again for a
while. David wasn’t sure how to respond but Claire put him at ease. She
fondled his bottom as she hugged him before turning down his sheets.
David liked that it made him hard even though he blushed a bit when he
knew he was pressing against her. Claire would never say so but she
enjoyed it, too. When the Puericil had taken full effect she would
continue to do things to make him hard.
“You’ll learn about
Saturdays tomorrow,” Claire told David as she tucked him into bed. “The
routine is a bit different in the mornings. The day is spent with the
gym and outdoor athletics when the weather is good. There are sneakers
for you in your locker in the locker room. I’ll tell you all about it
tomorrow. Sleep well, sweet boy.”
“Thank you,” David replied.
He suddenly was quite tired. All four boys were in bed. The girls
turned out the lights and shut the door behind them as they left. There
was no chatter tonight as all four were asleep as soon as the door was
shut.
Today had felt less like a nightmare. But, that didn’t
mean it wasn’t a nightmare. There would be things to learn tomorrow, a
day which David would think was good and bad. The school had routines
and expectations which would take him a while to fully internalize. It
also would take a while to ease his resentment at being there.