By Casper Wright
Copyright 2025 by Casper Wright, all rights reserved
[5,618 words]
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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
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The Misadventures of Simon
By Casper Wright
Email: Casperwright483@gmail.com
This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors, which I DO NOT
condone and is to remain a fantasy. If you are not of legal age in your
locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to
you, do not read further, or save this story.
Friday (Day 5)
Simon
was too excited about what is going to happen today to stay asleep. He
brushed his teeth, got dressed, and headed out. He had asked his dad to
drop him off early, as he wanted to get some last-minute studying in
before the start of school, and the school library was always open to
students with their pass. His dad thought nothing of it, as it was a
Friday, and it would mean he would be able to get a head start as well
to let people out early for the weekend. Though Simon took the time to
plan out where to plant the spy cameras throughout the school or splice
into the active camera feeds in the school.
Luckily for Simon,
one of the perks of his mother's job is having old equipment that was
not used anymore and while going through the shed he was able to
retrofit a router to run the school cameras feed through as hardwired
into a docking station so Simon could pull the feed directly without
the system detecting the feed. Simon plans to get into the same kind of
work his mom does when he gets older, so he has been playing around
with the equipment for a while.
As the administrator began
opening the classrooms, Simon popped in to each to say good morning and
talk with the teachers about upcoming tests or homework, all the while
planting his cameras. Simon was able to get Mr. Sato, his English
teacher; Mr. Scott, his art/photography teacher; and Mrs. Winchester,
his social studies/philosophy teacher. Simon still would need the
principal, admin staff, and dining hall staff. He would have to wait on
those for next week, as he needed more time in the main office; that,
and he needed to head to his first class.
Except for the quiz,
when he "accidentally" gave the wrong answers to lower his score, Simon
had a very uneventful day. However, he was caught by one question and
only managed 72 percent instead of the 78 he had aimed for. Hope,
having not been given any direction from Mr. E, went on investigating
herself. So, over lunch, she met up with Mike, Jay, and Grant. "You
guys are teasing Simon, I've heard." As she took a seat next to them,
Hope spoke. Naturally, they took notice of that. Hope, much less any
other female, never sat with them.
"What brings you to sit at
our table?" Mike questioned her. Hope answered, "I have some questions
for you dorks, and I'm pretty sure you might have some answers."
"We're not dorks. You are.” Grant shot back. "You two, stop talking.
What are you trying to find out?” Jay enquired. "Why, Simon? You must
have a lot of other targets that are more suited for your torment."
Hope questioned him in the hopes of learning more. "Perhaps we think he
deserves it," Jay said. "He's a loser, indeed." Grant concurred; Jay
turned and just looked at Grant to quiet him.
“So, you're
going after Simon at random,” Hope inquired, not quite convinced, “or
could it be Mr. E?” This piqued Mike's interest as he replied, “Wait,
you know Mr. E? How is that? You're not him, are you?” Jay piped up,
saying, “Of course she’s not. Though what Mr. E has against her would
be interesting to hear." This granted him a threatening look from Hope,
who remained silent, “Yes, Mr. E is behind us selecting Simon.
Apparently, Mr. E has it out for Simon in a bad way.” Jay went on to
tell her what Mr. E has had them do thus far, from the pantsing, the
wedgie, the trash, and even the disgusting bath they subjected Simon to
yesterday. Hope deduced that was why Simon was not wearing underwear
the day she pantsed him. Grant went on to say that they were going to
whip Simon with towels after gym. Hearing that even Hope felt some
sympathy for what Simon was about to go through.
“Do you
suspect anyone?” Hope asked, but in her mind, she realized that they
were not that bright and couldn’t get that kind of answer.
“Coach Marvin helped out yesterday, but he claims that Mr. E is
blackmailing him as well. Though it is a little interesting that an
adult is wrapped up in this. The coach said that he is looking into who
Mr. E is.” Jay stated.
“I keep that in mind; for now, keep on
the lookout for anything that could lead us to him. I’ll look into
Coach Marvin.” Hope stated
Grant said to Hope, "Say, what is he holding over your head?" as she got up to go.
“Well, if I just told people, it wouldn’t be a secret, would it?” Hope answered as she left them.
As the coaches reviewed the agenda for today, Coach Marvin was equally
nervous; Mr. E indicated that all of his athletic staff are corrupt.
“How could this happen? To have everyone on my staff willing to go so
far as to bully Simon or ignore what happens to that little boy.” He
reflected over each interview and review with his staff, noting that
Crestwood Private School’s policy and requirement of employment were on
par with most private military companies. “The professionalism and the
physicality that is required for the staff to maintain. Yes, what is
happening between Sumner and myself is a technicality; we’re in love,
and if it wasn’t for our marriages, I might have pursued it further.”
Marvin thought, as being 42 years old and the head coach, it fell on
him to manage his staff. Also, how would he bring up the topic about
their duties?
One caveat: Coach Weatherby expressed that he
wanted to try something new for today's last class. Introducing
relationship nuances, which surprised everyone except Coach Marvin.
Coach Weatherby was the assistant head coach and former Army Special
Forces medical sergeant. Marvin stated, "Okay, this is also something
we need to talk about. I know each of you received correspondence from
an anonymous source named Mr. E. I'm not sure what he has on you, but
if I didn't have to work with him, I'd investigate what you're up to.
No matter, we must halt these activities and adhere to Mr. E's
directions until we can take action against him. For the time being,
Simon will have a bleak future ahead of him. I will help if necessary,
but we need to stay in communication about our assignments.” Everyone
was shocked, and it took a few minutes to wrap their heads around how
Mr. E had something on everyone in this room. It took Coach Sumner to
speak up for them to start going over their assignments and the rest of
their day.
Simon noticed his tormentors while he ate his
lunch, but he wasn't worried about them finding out who Mr. E was, and
he was wondering what they were talking about. Though if things started
to get weirder, he would need to have a plan, and after school he would
review his redundancies to make sure that they could not trace to him.
During study hall, Simon checked over this classwork to discover where
the quiz went wrong. It was determined that he should concentrate more
on his actions and less on trying to conceal his intelligence if he
wanted to keep up his activities. However, he must persuade his
teachers not to pressure him to advance a few grades.
Simon’s
heart was racing again as he walked into the gym, anticipating the
objective he set for Coach Weatherby. Simon was curious about how Ted
or the boys’ were going to react to the class. Everyone changed into
the gym uniform and entered the gym only to be directed to the
bleachers by Coach Weatherby, while Coach Marvin stood just off to the
side carrying the very paddle Simon had been introduced to recently.
When Simon was about to head up to the bleachers, Coach Weatherby
placed a hand on his shoulder and told him to go stand by Coach Marvin.
Coach Weatherby is a retired Danish special force, and the vice coach
is 37 years old, 6’ 2 (1.87 m) with light brown hair, ice blue eyes,
and ivory skin, which might be intimidating, but Coach Marvin is 42
years old, 6’ 6 (1.98 m), jet black hair with streaks of gray, retired
Delta Force, and a holder of the World’s Strongest Man title. Standing
there with the coaches made him feel like the smallest person and less
than welcome as Simon watched the others ascend the bleachers.
"So, class, today's PE class will cover some psychological strategies
to help with relationship etiquette. Here, we will illustrate the
significance of kissing. After all, you'll all be doing it sooner or
later. So, to accomplish this, we've decided to hold some demos here
using Simon here." Coach Weatherby gave his flimsy justification for
what he was going to force Simon to do. There was a noticeable increase
in the excitement of the eleven- and twelve-year-olds in the crowd.
After all, their sex drives were starting to kick in, and the only
information they had was from the internet or boring, dried-up sex
classes with little practical lessons. Some girls pondered who would be
lucky enough to kiss Simon because they didn't know what to anticipate.
Simon made every effort to appear perplexed by the entire circumstance.
"Now we can't actually have Simon kissing girls in front of
you all because it's improper," Coach Weatherby said, referring to the
parameters Coach Marvin and he had devised. "Therefore, we will have
him practice on boys." This was followed by another wave: Which boys
would be unlucky enough to have to kiss another boy in front of a crowd
of girls and boys? Simon pretended to be disgusted, prompting Coach
Marvin to step forward. "Simon and any boys we select will do this, or
they will be spanked naked in front of the entire class, and you will
have to proceed while naked through the rest of class." causing murmurs
to flow through the crowd, "Before any of you start to insist
otherwise. Staff are permitted to paddle any student, under state law,
as well as under our school guidelines." Coach Marvin issued a warning.
Simon gulped. Coach Marvin glanced at him. Simon knew all too well how
the paddle felt and wasn’t ready to be on the receiving end in front of
the class. “First up, Ted Blanton, please come down here.” Coach
Weatherby stated while surveying the class.
Ted required a
moment to accept that his name had been called out. He had been lucky
for the past week. His three tormentors had left him alone, and he was
relatively content at school. Have to kiss another male in front of the
entire gym class? Yes, he did not think that would remain the same! He
could already hear sniggering from several students as he descended.
But the prospect of being stripped naked and paddled won him over; and
no one would dispute that if the same options were presented to them,
they would do the same.
"Take off your shoes and socks, Ted!" Coach Weatherby instructed.
"I do not want to be stripped naked! As long as I can keep my clothes
on, I'll follow your instructions!" Ted implored, convinced that they
were going to strip him naked despite his compliance.
"You
will not be required to be naked as long as you do what you are
instructed. For the first demonstration, you must be barefoot." Coach
Weatherby explained. Though still nervous, Ted began removing his shoes
and socks, only to find out that the gym floor was really cold.
"Lesson one: Podophilia, better known as foot fetish, is an individual
who gets pleasure from a person's feet. Simon will demonstrate one
facet by kissing both feet and sucking on each toe. This indicates the
doer's commitment and subordination, as well as the receiver's delight.
Simon, you will continue until we instruct you to stop. Understood?"
Coach Weatherby explained. Simon nodded. He was surprised. He didn't
expect to have to suck toes, but he figured Coach Weatherby didn't want
to just pass the test but show Mr. E he doesn't plan to be a problem.
Simon lowered himself until his face was directly in front of Ted's
feet. There was definitely something uncomfortable about having to
kneel in front of a boy and kiss his feet in front of a large group of
kids. It was an act of absolute obedience. There is also a sense of
dislike because the feet are not the cleanest portion of the body. Ted
felt that if this was all for him, he was fine with it. There's nothing
wrong with having your feet kissed and his toes sucked on; if anything,
it made him appear dominant in the eyes of his peers.Simon kissed the
fat child's left foot first, then his right. Ted had no intention of
having anyone so close to his feet: they smelled horrible! Simon sucked
it up in more ways than one when he inserted one of Ted's big toes into
his mouth. Before the coaches urged him to suck another toe, he sucked
for a few minutes. He was obliged to suck each toe for about a minute
before moving on. Once that was finished, Ted was permitted to put on
his socks and shoes before returning to the stands. Was that it? the
students asked themselves. Or would there be additional demonstrations?
"Grant Dixon! Come down!" Coach Weatherby announced. Grant moved
quickly. Hey, he wouldn't mind Simon kissing his feet. He had an
ingrown toenail, which Simon surely found nasty! However, Grant was
dissatisfied when Coach Weatherby just asked him to raise his hands in
front of Simon, who was still kneeling. "Simon, show the class how to
be a proper gentleman and kiss both of Grant's hands," said Coach
Weatherby.
Simon did what he was told. Simon found it even
more humiliating to kiss Grant's hands. After all kneeling while
kissing someone's hands, this was viewed as a form of surrender, yet
there is something more romantic and so emotional about this behavior.
As for Grant, it was a little odd to have his hands kissed in front of
the entire class, but it kept him dominant. Once more, Grant was
permitted to sit on the bleachers.
"Mike Simpson! Coach
Weatherby cried, "Come forward." Both Coach Weatherby and Coach Marvin
had been at odds about this request. Simon was to kiss Mike's cheeks,
as instructed. Did Mr. E refer to the buttock cheeks or the cheeks on
the face? He had been unclear about the situation. They ultimately
agreed to both. "You have to kiss Mike's butt cheeks first, Simon, and
then his face cheeks. Both of them. In total, four kisses were
exchanged. Mike, it is entirely up to you whether you moon the class or
not. The first practice is great for personal moments if you have a
butt fetish, as most people do, and the second activity demonstrates
how to properly meet someone in foreign cultures." Said Coach Weatherby
Simon was astonished; this was completely unexpected! Clearly, Simon
realized there had been some confusion. He meant the face's cheeks, but
he can't really express it right now. They would paddle him naked and
then force him to do it nonetheless, so he couldn't escape it either.
Simon indicated that he would do it by nodding. Mike instantly
considered the benefits and drawbacks of pulling the back section of
his shorts and underwear down. On the other hand, the whole class would
see his buttocks. Simon, on the other hand, would feel more
embarrassed. Plus, as the coach mentioned, he'd be mooning the class,
which wasn't too horrible. Butts are acceptable, but penises and balls
are not. To Simon's dismay (and secret satisfaction) and the coach's
amazement, Mike did take his shorts and underpants down, exposing his
buttocks but nothing else. At first, the students turned their heads
away and cried out in disdain, but soon, everyone was staring forward.
Simon leaned forward, still kneeling, and kissed both butt cheeks. The
most embarrassing moment for Mike was having people look at his
buttocks. As you may guess, Simon's cheeks were flushed in addition to
being horrified! Then Mike drew his shorts back up. Simon had no
trouble kissing his cheeks! In fact, Mike felt a bit more ashamed of
that than he did of flashing his ass to the class! The final
demonstration began after Grant returned to the stands.
"Jay
Charles! Step forward! Coach Weatherby gave the command. Jay did come
forward. He wondered where he would get kissed. Jay was hoping for a
few things: his penis, his balls, his asshole (not the cheeks), and his
mouth. Jay hadn't acknowledged it yet, which was one of the reasons he
enjoyed bullying other boys despite being attracted to them. He enjoyed
taunting Simon since he had a slight crush on him. As well, it allowed
him to be able to expose Simon and feel him up. After all, he was also
a sadist.
"Simon, you are going to French kiss Jay on the lips
until we tell you to stop. This is to demonstrate the French kiss to
the class." Said Coach Weatherby.
Simon got to his feet. He
glanced at the freckled, red-haired child before him. He could swear
there was a tiny tent in Jay's shorts. That was fascinating. Perhaps he
could pursue this path further in the future... Leaning forward, Simon
planted a kiss on Jay's lips. Jay allowed him. It was awkward for both
kids, but they had a great time.
Five minutes had passed when the coach finally told him to stop. That portion of the spontaneous health class ended abruptly.
Simon found it both humiliating and thrilling to be made to perform all
of those tasks. The coaches were a little concerned that the children's
parents might learn. Technically, what they had just done was unlawful,
after all.
Naturally, Simon's day was only getting started.
After entering the locker area, Simon undressed. He had just gone to
the shower and was going to turn it on when a towel unexpectedly struck
him in the butt! Grant appeared behind him, completely clothed, and he
hit his buttocks again! Aww! It was painful! He would turn back when
Mike appeared out of nowhere and struck him in the balls with his towel!
Simon had received a wedgie and been paddled; he had been forced to
wear clothespins on his ball sack, penis, and nipples. Nevertheless,
the most agonizing experience he has had to date occurred when the
towel struck him in the balls. He moved his hands to protect his balls,
but Grant whacked him twice more: once on his buttocks and again on his
back. Mike was able to smack him in the balls once more as one hand
covered his butt and the other attempted to protect his back. They kept
doing this for a few minutes.
As the two boys tortured Simon's
back, butt, and balls with their whips, Jay was careful to capture it
all on camera. He also made sure to capture Simon's tears as they
started, rather than just his sobs as they continued. But they were
instructed to do more than just make Simon cry; they were not to stop
there. After a few more minutes, they decided Simon's crimson marks on
his buttocks, back, and balls indicated that he had had enough, and
Simon crashed to his knees crying. Grant approached him, pulled him up,
seized his hands, and forced them to be behind him. He took out
handcuffs from his pocket, which Coach Marvin had given him, and cuffed
Simon's hands to the shower pole. Mike decided to capitalize on this
and whipped him a few more times in the balls, causing Simon to cry out
in pain. Grant then inserted some ankle restraints on Simon's feet,
preventing him from walking normally. He got a chain and attached
Simon's handcuffs to Simon's ankle shackles, restricting his movement
significantly. He also tied Simon to a nearby pole, preventing him from
walking very far. Jay pulled out a plastic bag with torn underwear and
handed Grant the underwear, the same ones torn from him and used to
bathe him. Grant then gagged Simon with it, and after that, the boys
abandoned him.
In addition to being shocked by the extent of
the flogging, Simon was also shocked to learn that he was actually
handcuffed rather than merely tied! The boys had taken this really
seriously. The pee in the underwear moistened with the saliva in
Simon’s mouth, and now Simon was being forced to swallow. Additionally,
he assumed that Coach Marvin must have supplied the equipment.
At this point, Simon was in the boy's locker room, naked and shackled,
watching his peers get dressed and leave the showers, while he was left
to suffer in solitude. He was taken aback when nobody offered to help.
Shortly after the final child had left, Coach Miles entered and saw
Simon naked in the shower. Coach Miles, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
is 6'1" '”(185 cm) with bronze skin, 35 years old, serves as the head
coach for both male swimming and baseball, and was in line for the US
Olympic swim team twice but didn’t attend due to family tragedies.
Coach Miles observed that the locker room was empty except for them.
Simon glanced at him, desperate, and attempted to seek assistance.
Without any delay, Coach Miles applied a clothespin to each of Simon's
nipples, causing them to hurt again as Hope had done the same. "I
apologize for subjecting you to this. I sincerely hope you will forgive
me.” Coach Miles said as he finished and went without further
explanation. The agony from the clothespins disappeared shortly after,
telling Simon that taking them off would be very terrible. His next
suffering, however, was a lengthy delay. He was alone in the locker
room for about an hour, gagged, tied up, and naked.
He was
thankful it was the boys' locker room at least. That was until he heard
the commotion of the high school football team coming down the hall and
barging in; only the sight of a naked, prepubescent child in front of
them, defenseless, startled them all a little. Being jocks and all,
many of them teased him, but they mainly ignored him as they got ready
for practice. Bradley Starr is the lone exception: 17 years old and
already 6' 2" (1.87 m), short black hair, hazel eyes, and
limestone-colored skin. He approached Simon with a tube of Icy Hot
after already placing his uniform on; you could hear his teammates
shocked and murmuring, "That is going to hurt," and "I wouldn't wish
that one on my worst enemy." Bradley refused to let Mr. E take away his
college scholarship, even though he despised what he was being forced
to do. Bradley disliked having to touch another man's penis and balls,
especially one that was clearly still a kid. Bradley covered Simon's
penis and balls with a thick layer of Icy Hot, even pulling down the
foreskin to apply more there, as he had no idea who Mr. E is and could
not take the chance. Simon was uneasy since it was the first time he
had ever felt someone touch his penis and pull his skin back, even more
so as having someone else touch him there caused his penis to start to
harden in front of the jocks, causing Simon to turn red and avoid
looking at anyone; after all, Simon did have a little crush on Bradley.
You could hear the room burst into laughter as Bradley walked away and
demanded his team get out on the field.
Simon instantly
realized how Icy Hot acquired its name: when it was first applied, it
was freezing, but just when the door closed to the locker room, the
burn began to set in, and his erection refused to go down. The searing
pain was so intense that Simon began to cry, and the parts where he had
been slapped with the towel were the worst. Simon pulled on the
restraints, hoping to get free, only to realize that he was stuck.
Simon could do nothing except hang there, wishing he could figure out a
way to remove the cream; he would suggest anything to anyone just to
obtain relief, but he was alone.
As if the pain was not
enough, Coach Liliana walked in; she’s what a lot of guys would say.
Aphrodite looked like if she had been a soccer coach, long blond hair
double braided, with emerald green eyes and sandy-colored skin from
being out in the sun. She spotted him pretty quickly in all his glory.
His small penis was now throbbing painfully erect and turned
reddish-purple. “I'm sorry, Simon, I'm shocked to see you in this
state, though I will have to discipline you,” as she walked over and
started by twisting each clothespin and having to reapply them, causing
renewed pain in his nipples, then moving to slap his belly repeatedly,
then giving another twist again. This went on for about 5 minutes
before his belly was a nice shade of pink and his nipples were
throbbing. Each of the areas—the icy hot, the clothespins, and the pink
belly—made Simon quite miserable, not to mention the fact that he was
gagged with the same underwear he had been bathed in urine with; how
could it really get worse? This was the worst pain he'd ever been
in...thus far! Coach Liliana reapplied and twisted the clothespin one
last time before standing upright and leaving.
Now, granted,
the agony of his stomach and nipples ultimately disappeared. Do you
know what pain didn't? His searing penis! It simply wouldn't go away.
In fact, things were only getting worse! He had to wait nearly an hour
since the cream had been applied, and burning pain in his penis kept
his mind occupied until the sports teams returned from practice. They
mocked him again but otherwise ignored him by Bradley's command. Simon
didn't care about their mockery; he just wanted someone to turn on the
shower, pull the skin on his penis back, and get rid of the Icy Hot!
Just then you could hear the door open, and a lot of boys either ask,
“Why is Coach Sorenson in the guys' locker room?” or make inappropriate
remarks about skipping dinner and going back to her place. She ignored
them after having worked with many jocks as a Coach and dated a couple
when she was in high school herself. Rebecca Sorenson was the youngest
coach in the athletic department, at 25 years old, with 5’ 8” (1.72 m)
wavy brown hair, brown eyes, and rose beige skin. The rumor was that if
Bradley goes pro, she will land a new career as a pro football coach.
She was a track star and assisted her father with coaching football and
her brothers, which helped out a lot in this field. Coach Sorenson
found Simon just like Mr. E had said and was surprised at the state of
him, feeling sorry about what she was about to do. This puzzled the
team, but no one questioned it. Because Bradley was the team captain
and a well-liked student, they followed his directions to ignore it and
finish changing. They were curious to see what Sorenson would do to the
poor Simon.
"I've been told there was a student in here
creating a disturbance. It looks like you enjoy showing off your poor
excuse of a dicklet to everyone." While listening, Simon began
breathing heavily and vigorously shaking his head on the left and right
sides, desiring to be freed so that the Icy Hot could be removed from
his penis, even though the burning feeling was beginning to lessen. “I
think a sound spanking will instill some discipline into you.” Coach
Sorenson unlocked Simon’s legs and turned him to face the wall and
began spanking his butt.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The
constant scorching agony in his penis and the stinging slaps on his
buttocks would have made Simon cry if he hadn't run out of tears. It
would have made him scream in pain and beg for it to stop, but his
underwear masked it.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound
boomed throughout the locker room, and even the jocks broke into
sympathetic silence before fleeing the room. Simon immediately
regretted his initial belief that a hundred was the ideal balance
between light and extreme. Coach Sorenson had to take a break after
every 25 hits because her hand was hurting. Simons' tears welled up
somewhere between 50 and 75, and his sad 1" shrank, providing some
momentary relief, but Simon had already lost count and felt this would
go on forever.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Coach Sorenson
paused and got back up, glancing around to see that they were now the
only two people in the room. After seeing Simon's butt, which was
extremely red and had some spots where it had already started to
bruise, she nearly felt sorry for him, as she was a bit taken aback
that Simon was sporting another hard-on. "Make sure that I don't catch
you again, you little perv," she said as she took out the keys and
freed Simon. Then she took the clothespins off as carefully as she
could, causing Simon to wince in pain and rub his nipples, pulling the
gage out and turning on the shower. At this point Simon could care less
that she was in the room with him naked, as the burning may have
subsided; it began hurting again when the erection came back. But the
water was hot, and the heat reactivated some of the chemicals in the
cream. Simon began vigorously scrubbing his penis and opening his
foreskin to get water to clear it out. Simon could see that his penis
was now soft again but swollen from the cream.
Once clean,
Simon went and got dressed with Coach Sorenson watching him the entire
time. After which Coach Sorenson handed him a sealed note to give to
his mother, who had been told earlier via Coach Marvin that Simon was
doing detention and was to assist the coaches with clean-up after
football practice.
Sophia didn’t make a fuss as she was told
the detention was because he would give up a person for playing a prank
that he was witness to. Simon had difficulties trying to sit down when
getting in the car and the ride home. He was glad it was the weekend
because, despite today being one of the toughest so far, Simon knew he
wasn't done. Indeed, his mother casually mentioned simulated training
while they were driving home, suggesting that he might want to try out
for it or work with a personal trainer to begin building muscle. Simon
listened and agreed to both, but part of him wished that even though he
was hurting from today's events and the Icy Hot on his penis was gone,
Simon couldn't shake the desire to be punished right when he came home
and continued through the weekend. But his parents were not someone he
thought would have a secret strong enough to comply with Mr. E's
demands.
Simon sat down for dinner with his parents, and they
talked about their day in vague comments without divulging information.
Simon had been raised this way, so nothing new. When Mom brought up the
personal trainer, Dad said he knew someone who was just finishing the
first part of their degree in nutrition and physical therapy who would
probably be interested in setting up a gym here, as the next part of
the degree required an internship. It’s been a while since he’s seen
them, but he would call in the morning.
When Simon was
finished, he said that today was troublesome and would like to relax in
his room, take a shower, and get some sleep, which, since it was the
weekend, his parents didn’t mind. Simon booted up his email, and he
received multiple emails with videos in them, one from Coach Miles from
the girls bathroom with him as the star and more evidence against Coach
Sumner. The other from the boy’s, rewatching it made him wince each
time he was hit, but Simon sat in that chair with a sore butt and a
stiff penis. With that, he sent a congratulation to everyone and stated
that more was to come soon. Simon signed off, took a long shower, and
went to bed.
Unbeknownst to Simon, word had spread about
today's class, and parents wanted action or a good explanation. Mary
Beth Elle, the president of the PTA and a member of the school board,
was undoubtedly going to be placed on trial.
Meanwhile,
someone else was investigating Mr. E. since they had inquiries
concerning the events of this week. So, with the computer at their
disposal, they began exploring and discovered numerous correspondences
between the staff, bullies, and the mysterious Mr. E.