THE EVIL SCHOOL PART 2(F/b/humil/spank/public/light bd)
by Sister

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Copyright 2000 by Sister, all rights reserved.
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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.

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THE EVIL SCHOOL PART 2
by Sister

The following two hours were terrible. My boner leaved me
only fifteen minutes after. There was no more giggling from
the girls but no one of them followed the lessons so much.
At the start of the second class I felt a little itching
down there. I looked down and, to my renewed horror I saw
that my dick was hardening again. In less then a minute I
had a boner again. Suddenly Julie, in the second desk of the
windows's row, raised her hand.

"Yes, Julie?" questioned Ms. O'Neal.

"Alex has another ....erection." she said with a little
pause before to pronounce the new "embarrassment" word. "Why
is this? Does he have an increasing in his blood pressure
again?"

Ms. O'Neal turned toward me and looked to my hard on with an
angry gaze.                        

"No, Julie," she said to the girl always looking at me. "I
don't think that. I guess that our filthy boy here is only
too naughty."

"Ho no, Ms. O'Neal," I begged. "It was not my fault. I made
nothing to do it. Please, it's not my fault." My crying
started again.

"Well, I think so instead," came the reply, "Come over here
again, young man." she added as she put her chair out again.

Once again I was on her laps for a spanking. Never spanked
before and today already tree. and with all my girl
classmates witnessing it.

My bottom was still red and sore from my previous spankings
so, since the third swat I was steadily bawling and crying.
I had my definitely breakdown after the twentieth and last
hand spank had landed on my bare behind. Then I realized
that twenty with the ruler were coming. My screams reach a
so high level that many of the girls had the hands covering
their ears trying to reduce the too loud noise I was doing.

Then that horrible spanking eventually ended. I found myself
on my feet again facing the class. Oh noo! I thought between
my loudly sobs looking down to my privates. My three inches
of glory were still hard in display for all the world to
see.

"Be careful, boy," said the teacher to me, "we will not
tolerate such a dirty behavior. With your piggy manners you
made the class lost precious time."

I was totally tilted. My bottom hurts as never before, and,
despite to all my efforts, my hard on gave no marks willing
to go south.

"As you still go on with this kind of thing," she added, "we
know better how to manage with you."

What's coming now again? I thought in fear.

"Please, please," I begged her, "No more spanks. Please!"

Right in that moment the lunch bell rang.

"Well, class," said Ms. O'Neal, "Lunch time. But, first..."
she added as was rummaging in her drawer "we have something
to do."
As she said that she brought a piece of white rope out. It
was three feet long and a quarter of inch wide. She came
toward me and quickly she put it around my balls and my
still stiff penis tiding it tight.

"Who of you girls," she asked to the astonished but light
smiling girls, "want to lead your filthy classmate to the
lunch room?"

"What do you mean?" asked shyly Maureen, my secret love.

"It's simple," Ms. O'Neal replied, "As he behaves himself
like an animal we had to treat him like that. So I need a
volunteer to lead him around using this rope as a leash"

"But, but," I started to stammer, "you cannot do it! You
just cannot do it! Everyone in the school will see me in
that way!"

"Stop with that pleading!" she sternly commanded "If you
know
what is better for you. By the way, it's better if you loose
that hardness quickly because if when we will reach the
lunch room you'll still have it you'll find yourselves in
bigger troubles. Come on girls, who wish to lead him?"

Fourteen hands sprang immediately up.

"We will need only one for now," said the smiling teacher.
"So I choose only one of you. Maureen wish you?"

"Yes, gladly," replied immediately the cheerful giggling
girl.

Nooo! I thought. Everyone but her.

She took the rope's end from our teacher's hand and, after a
amused look to me and my exposition, she started following
Ms. O'Neal toward the classroom's door. I could ear the
exiting children' noise outside the door. The hallway should
be full of them. I was no able to move a single step from my
spot. No! I thought. I absolutely cannot go outside there!
As I was thinking that the rope reached its maximum
extension and I felt a strong tug at my privates.

"Oh, come on, Alex!" said my beloved classmate, "It's show
time for you!" and with a lot of giggles from all the girls
she tugged hard the rope making me give out an ouch. We
exited through the class's door in the hallway. All the
students there, most of all the girls, froze themselves on
the spot looking our parade. What a sight we should be. Ms.
O'Neal leading the group with Maureen immediately after her
leading a totally naked boy, me, by his prick with a leash
and twenty other student totally dressed that followed the
leading trio.

"Hey," said a fourth grader girl, "that boy is stark naked!"

"And look to his thing!" said a giggling girl classmate of
her.

"Wow!" said an other, "Hey Janet. Look to his hinie. It's
very red!"

To my total distress, as I was again hollered by Maureen
with continuously sharp tugs to the rope, my hard on was
still in its best glory.

How could the thing become worse now? In very little time I
would had discover it.

* * *

Our entrance in the lunch room was an hell. All the pupils
of the school were already there and, as the voice of my
conditions was already arrived to all of them, everyone was
looking to the door waiting for me.

As we entered the lunch room's door my teacher stopped and
turned to me.

"Alex," she said loudly for all to ear, "Don't you have
either a little bit of decency? Look at you!" As she was
saying that I looked down and saw that, despite my shame, my
dick was still sporting the biggest hard on ever happened.

"Well, boy." she stated. "If this is what you want this you
will have. Maureen, follow me."

They restarted to walk and a big tug of the rope hollered me
to follow. I was lead to a little stage in the center of the
lunch room. I didn't remember to have noticed it before. We
stepped on it followed by everybody eyes. On the stage I saw
a kind of wooden bench in a Y shape. Ms. O'Neal made us
fronting the filled room.

"Sorry everybody for the interruption," she started, loudly
enough for all to hear. "This boy was caught in a very nasty
act. During the PE class he was find peeping in the girls
locker room through the keyhole."

A mumble was eared through the tables.

"As you maybe had eared the noise, he was already spanked in
class." She continued "but seems that his naughtiness did
not want to decrease. In fact," she went on as was pointing
to my raging hard on, "as you can see right now, he is
shamelessly sporting around his fault"

laughter ran over the children.

"So now," she concluded, "he is going to be punished for
that in a way he will not forget for a long time."

With this she reached and untied the rope around my privates
and leaded me toward the bench.

"Go on there," she commended, "on your back."

As my butt touch the hard wood of the center of the Y shape
bench I jumped up again for the pain I felt. My bottom was
too sore to accept to sit on such an hard surface.

"Over there, Alex, now!" ordered Ms. O'Neal.

I managed somehow to complain. When I was laying on my back
she grabbed my wrists and pulled them back beyond my head
blocking them high with a strap. After that she grabbed my
right ankle and strapped it in a stirrup standing at the
right end of the Y shape bench then did the same with my
left ones. For last she fixed a leather strap around my
waist blocking me totally to the bench. I found myself
laying on the hard wooden bench with my hand stretched over
my head and my legs totally spread. Suddenly I realized that
my privates like my bottom hole were in plain view for all
the children sat in the lunch room. My dick always standing
on attention.

Ms. O'NEAL took a thin nylon rope with a ring on one end and
a little clamp on the other. She attached the clamp end on
my foreskin and went to fixed the ring at a hook located
over the bench stretching well my stiff dick up.

After doing that she turned to a little table at a side of
the stage and took something. When she turned back in front
of me I froze. She was carrying a thick wooden ruler in her
hand. It was fifteen inches long, half an inch wide and with
a solid look.

"Now the main part of the show!" said Ms. O'Neal to my
gapping audience. "For his naughtiness he will receive
twelve swat of this ruler on the offending part of his
body." A gasp came from all the kids.

Saying that she turned again toward me and put herself on my
right side. She rode up her harm and I eared a swish sound
in the air. Suddenly an unbearable pain jolted from my nut
sack. She was spanking me with that evil ruler right on my
balls! As I was screaming in pain for her blow a second
landed on the same spot. I didn't believe I should be able
to endure such an horrible pain again. But I had to. The
third and the fourth spanks fell on the high part of my
shaft one per side. The following two others were back again
on my already sore nuts. My screams reached an earsplitting
level as the seventh blow reached on my too sore privates
again. Up to the end I received eight blows of the ruler
directly on my balls and the other four on my dick. I was
still screaming and crying when she released the clamp grip
from my privates and untied me from the bench. I was made to
stand up facing the audience. My privates were aching and
very red but, luckily, now I was soft. I doubled for the
pain grabbing my boyhood with my hands.

"It seems to me I've already say to you that no play with
yourselves it's allowed!" she shouted standing me again and
slapping my hands away. "As you are not able to control
yourselves I will have to teach you your lesson again"

Saying that she sat on the bench, grabbed my hand and draped
me on her laps. Suddenly her hand was descending on my bare
behind again. Thirty hard hand spanks followed by other
thirty with the ruler she used on my balls.

When that torture ended I was made to stand with my hand on
my head till the end of the lunch time. When the bell rang
she tied again the white rope on my privates. We descended
the stage and I was lead always by the tugs of Maureen
toward our classroom.

End of part two.