THE EVIL SCHOOL PART 1(F/b/humil/spank/public/light bd) by Sister sister@monrif.net Copyright 2000 by Sister, all rights reserved. Permission for noncommercial free (no charge) electronic distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is hereby granted. All such distribution, re-posting and reproduction must be without alteration of this story in any way, must include this entire copyright notice, and must in their entireties retain the following statement: This story is totally fiction for adult purpose only. It depicts of a boy and a girl being humiliated, spanked and otherwise painfully punished under a new school regime. If you don't like this kind of story or if is not legal for you (i.e. minor of 18 y.o.) to read this stuff please leave now. The author knows the difference between a fantasy and reality. Nothing of what is in this story should ever happen in this world. This is my first story so if you, like me, enjoy this fetish, have a good time and let me know of any suggestions and/or criticisms. Here is the first part of the story. ********************* THE EVIL SCHOOL PART 1 by Sister Hi everybody! My name is Alex and I'm 12 in seventh grade. I want tell you what happened in my school this year. First of all I'll tell you about my school. We all live in a little community out in the country and up to this summer everything here was a paradise. Parents were not so severe, school was more or less easy with us pupils and all went on well. But something was on his way to change. Well, since we started school one month ago we all felt that there was something in the air but we couldn't feel exactly what. Was a mix of little marks. A couple of parents-teachers meeting at the end of August, some sentence hanging in the air by our parents on a "be carefully on what you'll do/say" regarding the following school's year behaviors and so on. When the school started we all felt that our teachers were not so easy on us like they were last year. Definitely there was something in the air that tensed us a little. The bombshell dropped only four days after the school beginning. * * * As usually, at the end of the first school's week, we used to have a welcome's assembly during which the school board is presented to all the students and the principal tell us the news regarding changes in the school's classes and give us the usual "good Luck" encouragement for the incoming year. This time, after the presentation and the class changes matters there the expected "good luck" from Ms. Harriet Porter, our school's Principal, didn't came. "Students," declared Ms Porter instead, "starting with this year something of important is changed." An absolute silence dropped on the assembly. You really could ear a fly flighting. "As maybe you had already notice we, school board, had meet your parents twice to discuss about new policies as to increase the low level of behavior of the last years." Some mumbles started from the student body. "Silence!" shout the Principal. Suddenly everyone was still. Never was happened that Ms. Porter had said anything with that kind of voice! "Well," continued the Principal, "in those two meeting we, teachers and your parents, decided to introduce Corporal Punishments in this school starting from this year." The bomb was dropped. A big gasp came out from two hundreds young throats. "As I don't want you, me and all the teachers waste time I'm not going to explain you the rules right now. All the rules will be explained you in your classes by your teachers after this assembly. So, by now, good work and... good luck! I think you will need it!" With this last statement Ms. Porter went down the stage followed by all the other teachers who went towards us as to took their classes in their rooms. Once we were in our room, sat and still, miss Kathy O'Neil, our teacher, said us "Welcome back children! This is the starting of a new year full of new things to learn and new rules to follow." With this last part of her sentence she captured all our attention. We couldn't yet believed what the Principal had said. Maybe we had missunderstood. "As you had listen at the assembly," she continued, "starting from this year the corporal punishments will be used in this school. All your parents, and I mean ALL," she underlined, "asked for the introduction of the CP in the school as the standard children' behavior of the last years went down to an unacceptable level. As we teachers all agreed with this we decided to adopt a new policy on the matter." The silence in the room was touchable. "Well, rules are simply" said Ms. Kathy, "Every time you misbehaved, you failed in your works, you will do not your best you will be punished. That means that you'll receive, at our discretion, one or more spankings on the spot and, if you'll failed in some important rule, you'll receive other additional punishments." A big gasp went from we students. "Stop this noise!" ordered sternly the teacher. "One of the rules," she added, "says that no sound has to be eared when the teacher is speaking. Otherwise the noisy one or ones will be immediately punished." Our world was totally crushed down. Images of eighteenth century schools flashed in my mind within teachers with canes or paddles in hand. No, should be only a nightmare, shouldn't be real. I'm just sleeping and now I'll wake up in my nice bedroom and I'll laugh about all this crazy things. * * * Wasn't that way. That same day, at dinner time, daddy, mummy, me and my eight-years-old sister Karol, were talking about what's news in our day. Me and Karol avoided to say any word about the new rules matter we learned at school. After talked a few about unimportant things, our parents dropped the question. "What's new in your school children?" asked daddy as nothing, "I know today was assembly day, wasn't?" "Yes, daddy," I said trying to have a normal looks. "yes, daddy," echoed my little sister with low eyes. "And so, tell us kids," hollered mum. Me and Karol glanced each other. "Well," I started, "they said the usually things like welcome back, or hope you'll do your best and so on." "Yeah," chimed Karol, "always the same things." "And they said nothing other?" doubted dad. "Uh, well, uh, y-yes," I stammered. "And so...." said mum. "Uh, well, they said that starting from this year we'll could receive also sp-spanking if we'll misbehave and that you agreed. This isn't true, isn't?" I hopefully asked. "Well, children, we were waiting right for this." answered dad, "Yes, it is. We had a couple of meeting with your school and all together we decided to try it. Me and Karol, mouth agape, were frozen in place. So was true. Not a nightmare but a fucking reality. "And we want you to know another thing, kids," added mum, "Every time you'll punished in school you'll punished at home too. The same way." this last statement destroyed our last effort to be brave. As me as my sister started to cry lightly "But, but, you cannot do it" I mumbled, "The children's rights chart stated it." "Sorry children," replied dad, "but the new law changes allow this kind of things if everyone agreed." "But we didn't agree," I blurted out between my sobs. "Sorry again kids," said once again dad, "but "everyone" means the grown up." No way! We were trapped. * * * One week ago I was hanging out in the hallway after PE waiting for my mates that were still in the locker room changing from their gym uniforms. I don't know what got me but, as no one was around, I went to the girls locker room and tried to peep in through the keyhole. What I saw was a picture. Fourteen twelve-years-old girls just in their panties. WOW! What a sight! Someone had already started growing tits and they were clearly visible through their training bras. I was absolutely lost in that sight and my dick was already stiff. Maybe an atomic bomb should falls right in that moment that I couldn't notice it. And that was what happened. "What hell do you think you're doing there, boy?" As a loud voice shouts it over and behind me I felt my right earlobe grabbed and pulled up. "Ouch," I screamed in pain and fear. "N-Nothing, nothing miss O'Neil!" I tried to lied. "Nothing?" questioned my teacher, "You call it peeping in a girl's locker room? Come with me, you filthy boy!" She dragged me away till the end of the hallway. "Stand here still and don't move yourself till I'll come back." she ordered and went toward the girl's locker room door. After a while she and the girls came out and walked toward the spot I was. "Well, girls," she started, "I caught this dirty boy peeping in through the keyhole of your locker room while your were changing your outfit." An astonished mumble went from the girls. "As per the school's roles he's going to be punished for it." added Ms. O'Neil. "As we'll go back to our room you'll be punished" she said looking right in my eyes. I was there frozen in place, tears already streaming down my checks, blushing furiously. All the girl were looking at me with stern gazes. When all my schoolmates were ready we marched upstairs toward our room, me leading the group always held by my earlobe. As we enter the classroom I was leaded by my teacher to the front. When all my classmates were sat I was put standing facing them. "Alex Wright," she said, "You had blamed the class with your absolutely filthy behavior. You had try to see the girls undressed and now, for your punishment, you are going do show yourselves undressed." "Please no, Ms. O'Neal," I pleaded, "Not here in front of all." "Please yes," came the reply, "Remove your pants and shirt, now!" "I, I can't, I just can't," I said, sobbing loud, my hands trembling. "Do it now," she said, "otherwise we'll can have some of the girls do it for you!" A loud gasp came from my fellow and a large grin spread over the girls faces. "No, no," I stammered, "I'll do it by myself." I started slowly to unbuttoning my shirt. I pull it away and I gave it to Ms. O'Neal that put it in her drawer. I unfastened the belt of my trousers and unzipped them. Blushing furiously I peeled them down to my ankles and totally off to my teacher. "the undershirt too," said the angry teacher. I grabbed the hem of it and pulled it off giving it too to Ms. O'NEAL. She made it join my shirt and pants. Here I was, facing fourteen openly smiling girls in only my white cotton brief crying and sobbing hard. "What's the matter?" asked Kathy O'Neal, "What does it means all that crying. The spanking is not yet started and you are already crying like a baby!" The girls giggled even more at this statement. I blushed same way. "Now it's time for your punishment to start." she said. For how was regarding me the punishment should be already over so much I was feeling in shame. She took her chair out of her desk toward the front of the class. "Come on, here over," she commanded. I went toward her and she made me stand in front of her. I felt her fingers in the waistband of my brief. "Nooo!" I shouted as she pulled my brief down to my ankles and off. The classroom was immediately filled by oooh and aaaah by the wide eyed girls starring to my no more so private privates. My hands flew over to cover my boyhood but Ms. O'Neal thought other way and slapped my hands away. "Hands behind your head, young man" she ordered. "We don't want boys playing with themselves here!" Statement which caused loud giggle by the girls. "Anyway you don't have so much to hide down there!" she added to my total distress and to even more giggles for the girls. I felt my face flaming as I blushed deeper. Was a long time since someone had saw me naked. And, to my discomfort, I had to agree with my teacher. Adding the fact that I'm still totally hairless there down, my dick it's more like that ones of the eight or nine-years-olds than of the ones my age. I was deeply embarrassed to have to display myself in a so ashamed way in front of all that bunch of giggling girls one of whom is my secret love. She doesn't know anything about it and now she'll never ever want to become the "short dick's" girlfriend. Neither any of the others. My crying increased more and more. "Over my laps, young man," Ms. O'Neil commanded "Quickly!" Immediately I was draped on her laps. My spanking time was arrived but I had a little bit of relief thinking that now, in that position, my privates were no more on display for all of them. Before I finished thinking it an hard slap impacted on my bare bottom. Wow, what an hard spank! Suddenly the second joint on my right check. Harder than the first! I was never spanked before and I couldn't believe that such a nice and slim person as was Ms. O'Neal could spank so hard. And she was using her hand only! By the seventh spank my sobbing and crying turned to a steady bawling. By the twelfth I was only howling with high pitched screeches at every hard blow. At least the twentieth and last spank was delivered on my now bright red, very sore and hot behind. When I realized that the blows aren't falling down any more I relaxed a bit thinking that, however, it was ended. What wrong I was! I listened my teacher looking for something on her desk and immediately after I felt an incredible pain in both of my checks. She had brought the wooden twenty inch ruler she used in class to explain lessons and she was using it on my bare bottom just for that purpose. I spent the following three minutes in total agony. My eyes had no more tears to leak, my throat was hoarse for the screaming, my legs kicking was so fast that a little piece of paper on Susan's desk in the first line flew away for the wind. As I was thinking to be on the way to dead for the pain, actually the spanking ended. As soon as the last spank was delivered I felt myself put on my feet facing the class again. "Hey, everybody," shout Marika, a little brunette in the second line, pointing to my dick, "Look! It's seem he liked to be spanked bare in front of us!" I looked down and to my horror I discovered I had a boner. I was there in front of my girl classmates naked, spanked and with my pubes sporting a three inches glory for all to see. "I don't think he liked the spankings he got. Ill get the occasion to teach you something more for the sex-ed class. What happened to him it's quite a normal thing for a boy. The spankings had increase his blood pressure and so that is the result: an erection. At least now there is something to see, isn't?" I hoped that an earthquake would came right in that moment and the ground would opened swallowing me. How she could teach a sex-ed lesson to the class using me as a living example! and how she could teased me in that way, in front of girls! An hand raised from a blond girl in the middle of the class. "Yes, Michelle?" said Ms. O'Neil. "Has he to remain in that state long?" she asked. "No," replied the teacher, "It's only a matter of time. Once his blood pressure will decrease his erection will leave and he will return soft." "Other questions?" she demanded the class. No hands this time, only girls' eyes glued on my raging boner. "Well," continued Ms. O'Neal, "By the way, this is what you have to expected if you misbehaved." She made me turn around showing my blazed behind to the class. A chorus of oooh and aaah followed my exposition. "And when I'm saying you I mean all of you," she added, "you girls too!" At this last statement all the giggles on the girls' faces vanished and turned to a feared look. They didn't had considered that point of the punishment's rules. "Ok, class," said cheerfully Ms. O'Neal, "lets go on starting with our spelling class." I started to turn myself to her desk for to have my clothes back when she said, "Alex, now you have to remain standing in the corner near the blackboard facing the class for the rest of the lesson." "When may I have my clothes back, madam" I asked her as I was walking toward the blackboard. "You'll get no clothes back for today" was the sharp reply, "You'll have them back only at the end of tomorrow's classes" A loud gasp came from the class. My almost subdued crying suddenly became louder. "But, but," I stammered through the sobs, "How may I go home in this state?" "You already be naked in front of all us and it was not a big deal." "But was and will be for me!" I said loudly. "Too bad, Alex," she stated, "This will be one of the parts of your punishment for what you did." What does she means. ONE OF THE PARTS? It was not already enough what she had me made to do? What other she want? With those thought I made may way toward the blackboard feeling all the classroom's sets of eyes fixed on my gloving red hiney. When I turned facing the class I could see questioned look in my classmates' eyes too. What the hell would happened yet? End of part one.