The Last Promise Part 5
By Aldric
Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
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The Last Promise Part 5
When they reached Jared's house, Scott told Jared to start
doing the rest of his homework. He found Ashley and led her
outside while Jared obeyed one of his sister's house rules
and took off all his clothes. For a while, Jared ignored
them and worked on his history, but then he heard the
discussion getting louder. He could hear his sister making
a threat against Scott. Jared moved closer to a window
where he could hear better.
"Look, if you think I'm scared of you just because you're
fourteen, forget it. I've got friends who will take you
apart. You are no different than my dorky brother, and my
friends and me can break you down in a day, so don't even
begin to tell me what I can and can't do with Jared or
you'll learn the hard way that you're dead wrong," Jared
heard Ashley say.
"Listen little girl, you are an embarrassment, hardly worth
tolerating. You are selfish, self-adsorbed, and completely
unaware of your own limitations." Jared could only image
the look on his sister's face right then, he had never heard
anyone talk to her that way before. But Scott wasn't done
yet.
"Before you go off half-cocked making threats against me, I
would suggest you check with your friend Liz and see just
how far behind you she stands if you want to have a go at
me. I'll know your answer when I see Jared tomorrow."
Jared saw Scott's shadow as Scott turned and headed for the
driveway. He hurried back to the table and pretended to be
reading his history book.
It was a few minutes before Ashley came back inside, and
when she did she hardly glanced at him as she went to her
bedroom and slammed the door closed. A few seconds later he
could hear her on the phone but couldn't make out the words.
Jared was tempted to listen in on the extension next to him,
but was afraid of what would happen if he got caught.
She stayed in her room long enough for Jared to actually
read the chapters he had to read and finish his homework.
She didn't come out until he was getting dressed again to ho
have supper with his parents.
"Who gave you permission to cum today?" she asked. "I saw
you do it twice, which means another fifty dollars you owe
me. Except you didn't tell me about either time, so that's
another fifty. You are almost up to three hundred and fifty
dollars now. You'd better control your urges or you'll
never get out of debt."
After dinner, she ordered him over the chair to receive one
of the spankings he was still owed. He could tell she was
very angry about something because she hit him with every
ounce of strength she had. It was all he could do to hang
on until she finished. After she was done, she left him
alone for the rest of the evening.
Jared looked carefully at this alarm clock and saw it showed
the time as AM instead of PM. He didn't normally need the
alarm clock to wake him up, so he didn't know how long it
had been set wrong. He tested it to make sure it worked and
then set it correctly before going to bed.
The next morning, to Jared's dismay, his sister woke him up
again. He looked quickly at the clock and saw it was a
quarter after six. "Thank you for waking me again today,
that was nice of you," he said as he immediately set in on
making his bed. Once he was done he headed out and got into
position over the back of the chair.
Ashley went back to her room and took her time making her
bed. She then went to the bathroom and Jared could hear the
shower running. The noise of the water reminded him he
needed to pee. He was considering sneaking over to pee in
his bathroom when he happened to realize that the chair he
was over was visible through the window. Glancing up, he
saw Lois sitting on her bed watching him.
Ashley continued to take her time, and Jared's urge to pee
kept getting worse. He knew it was going to be very
difficult to get through the spanking. When she finally did
come back in he could barely hold it. He was trying to
cross his legs to hold it in.
"You really need to use the bathroom, don't you?" she asked.
He mumbled that he did. "Then you can, but it will cost you
another spanking later. Or, you can try and hold it in, but
if you pee I will dress you in a diaper for school today.
You decide how bad you really need to go.
There was really no choice, he couldn't go to school in a
diaper. He scampered off to the bathroom, dismayed when
Ashley followed him in and stood where she could watch him
pee. "I'll give you one minute to finish and be back over
the chair, or I will fine you fifty dollars and give you a
double spanking this morning."
It was hard to get it started with her standing there
staring at him, but when he did he couldn't stop. She
counted down the seconds as he tried to cut it off, but he
wasn't able to stop in time.
Ashley pulled out the book in which she keep her notes and
added the fifty dollars to it. "Wow, you're up to three
hundred ninety-two dollars and fifty cents. I think when we
hit a thousand we'll have to do something special. But if
you're finally done, flush the toilet and get over the chair
before we are late for the bus.
After the paddle last night, the double spanking left his
backside burning and sore. But at least when she put normal
clothes out for him to wear to school.
Once he boarded the bus Scott called him to the back row
again. Jared pleaded with Scott to not make him beat off,
or at least not to make him cum. He explained his sister's
rules for the money he owed her.
Scott considered it. "I'll tell you what, I won't make you
beat off, nor will I tell anyone else to make you beat off.
But, I won't try and stop anyone else who thinks it up on
their own. Fair enough?"
Scott shifted subjects and asked "Did you read your history
assignment and do your homework last night?" Jared told him
he had. "Good, then this shouldn't be embarrassing at all."
He handed Jared the leash. "Put it on your collar for now.
I'm going to ask you questions from the assignment. For
every one you get wrong, you take off one item of clothing,
my choice. You will not be allowed to put it back on until
I say you can. Ready?"
He began asking questions, and Jared was glad he really had
read the assignment. He only answered one question wrong,
but Scott embarrassed him by asking for his boxers. Once
again Jared had to strip nearly naked on the bus, but at
least Scott let him put his pants back on rather than sit
there exposed.
They arrived at the school and went to Jared's locker to get
the proper books. Jared immediately noticed a change-
frequently in the past his locker would have derogatory
writing on it, or there would be a group of kids hanging
around to tease him, but since he became Scott's 'puppy'
people seemed to be leaving him alone. Jared was curious
about it, but decided not to ask.
He had to kneel again while Scott checked his homework and
got the books he needed. He kept hoping Scott would say it
was alright to put the underwear on again before gym class.
He had all but given up hope of that however when Scott took
the leash off outside door to his history class and went on
down the hall.
Jared was dreading gym class because today was going to be
the first day his classmates would see the ring through his
ball sack. At least Scott didn't put the leather collar
that went around the outside of his sack above his balls on
him.
After class, Jared returned to his locker to get his gym
clothes out, but when he got there Roger was waiting for
him. "Scott said I could borrow this," Roger said, pulling
the leash out of his pocket and snapping it onto Jared's
collar. "Scott already told me all about the rules so don't
waste my time repeating them. But go ahead and kneel in
front of me, I think I like that idea." Jared sank to his
knees.
"Remember that day I promised you Brandon would get your
clothes on one condition?" he asked.
Jared remembered it clearly, and told Roger so. "We never
got around to doing it, and I still want to see if the
teacher will really make you participate naked, so today we
are going to find out. You don't need anything out of your
locker; let's just go on to gym class." Roger took the
leash back off and put it back in his pocket.
Jared was unsure of what would happen, but he felt somewhat
safe; with the girls having a gym class at the same time
there was no way the teacher could make him spend the two
hours of gym naked.
The girls gym teacher was outside the boys locker room when
they arrived, and she was holding back all the boys. As
soon as the whole boy's class was present, she told them
their teacher was out sick and she was filling in. "But
don't think this is a chance to screw around. If I even
suspect there is a problem in the locker room I won't
hesitate to come in there. Any questions?"
Roger elbowed Jared, who asked "I left my gym stuff at home
today, can I attend in my street clothes?"
"Boys, what instructions were you given on the first day of
class about proper dress for gym?"
About half the class shouted out "Gym clothes, underwear, or
naked!"
"But, I, ah, you wouldn't really make me go naked," Jared
sputtered. "I mean, you wouldn't dare, you'd get in
trouble."
"Mister, I know who you are and all about your sickness,
your parents have left instructions on how to handle it.
But the thrill you get from challenging me hoping for a
close call is about to be squashed. You will be out here in
proper attire as put out on the first day of class."
The girls were already coming out of their locker room and
collecting on their side of the gym.
"Boys, you have two minutes to be out here and in a line.
If anyone is late, the whole boy's class will pay the
price." She grabbed Jared's arm as the boys ran into the
locker room. "I suggest you try and borrow someone's
underwear, or I'll let you come out in a towel. But you are
not missing gym and you are not wearing street clothes."
She let him go and he headed into the locker room.
Clearly, nobody was going to loan him their boxers given
what was about to happen, so Jared grabbed a towel and put
his clothes in his locker. A few boys noticed the ring
through his ball sack, but there wasn't time for them to
make any closer inspection or ask any questions.
Jared pulled the towel tight around him, but there were only
a couple of inches of spare material and he knew it wouldn't
stay up without constant adjustments. He joined the rest of
the boys as they poured out of the locker room and lined up.
The teacher pulled him back out of line and directed him to
the middle of the gym between the line of boys and girls.
"Tell the class about your sickness," she said to him.
"I don't know what you mean. I'm not sick; I just forgot my
gym clothes."
"But you didn't just forget them, it was planned, and it
goes along with other actions. You're parents have
explained it to the school, so now tell the classes the
manifestation of your illness."
Now Jared understood, she was talking about the mental
disease his sister had made up and convinced his parents he
needed curing from. "I ah, I like the challenge of being
naked, but not being caught. I kind of dare myself into
situations that are real embarrassing and see if I can get
out without anyone seeing me."
"I need two boys to bring a pommel horse over here please,"
the teacher said as she opened the equipment locker. Once
the horse was in place, she told Jared to lean over it.
"His parents warned the school that something like this
might take place, and gave instruction on how to deal with
it. I don't think they intended for this to be done in
public, but if he wants a daring close call, then I'm going
to give him one.
She came up behind him as everyone began giggling. Jared
had an idea what was about to happen. She pulled the towel
off him and dropped it at his feet. Then, using the plastic
bat she had gotten out of the locker, she proceeded to give
him fifty swats on his bare backside while the rest of the
class roared their approval.
When it was done, Jared stayed over the pommel horse, not
sure what she planned next. Tears were dripping onto the
floor, more from the humiliation than the pain, although the
pain was real.
She came over and directed the boys to put the horse back.
When she saw the tear drops on the floor she said "Use your
towel to dry the floor so that nobody slips, and then get
back in line." Now everyone knew she had made him cry.
Jared quickly wiped up the few drops on the floor and then
quickly pulled the towel back around him.
Once Jared was back in line, the teacher said, "Today the
boys are working on rope climb for the first hour. Any
girls that want to are welcomed to try. For those of you
who either don't want to try, or who need time for strength
development, you can use the exercise machines. Remember, I
am grading you on improvement throughout the year. In the
second half of class we will pit the boys against the girls
in competition. Any questions?"
Brandon yelled out "Which group is Jared in?"
The teacher immediately called him to the center between the
rows of kids. "Do you think that was funny? Then
here's
something you'll find hilarious: Give me ten perfect
pushups," she yelled at him.
Brandon dropped and started doing pushups, but the teacher
stopped him almost immediately. "I said perfect. That
means, keep your back straight, your legs straight, and
don't touch the floor on the way down. Start again."
Brandon started again, but again she stopped him. "Gail,
come over here and show him ten perfect pushups." One of
the girls came forward and dropped down, quickly doing ten
pushups. She even clapped her hands between the ninth and
tenth.
"Very good Gail, thank you," the teacher said as Gail got
up.
"It's hard to see if his back is straight or if he touches
because his shirt is hanging down," Gail said. "Maybe he
should take it off," she added as she returned to the girl's
line.
"I agree, take your shirt off," she said. Brandon blushed
as he removed his shirt. Another of the boys said, "His
shorts are hanging down too; maybe he should take those off
too." The boy had said it softly, not intending for the
teacher to hear him, but she did and called him forward.
"You have a good idea too. Remove your shirt and shorts and
you can also demonstrate perfect pushups, but I expect
fifteen from you." Both the boys and the girls were
giggling at plight of the boy.
"I was just joking around, I didn't really mean it," the boy
said.
"Well, I'm not joking. What's your name?"
"Max Spanger," he answered.
"You will remove your shirt and shorts and give me fifteen
perfect pushups or you can come and serve two weeks of
detention here in the gym with me. Chose one, but make your
selection quickly, you're holding up the whole class."
Max pulled his shirt off, and pulled his shorts off, leaving
him in socks, shoes, and a jock strap. He and Brandon got
side-by-side and started doing pushups. The teacher stopped
them and corrected them several times and soon their arms
gave out and they couldn't do any more.
"You boys will remain dressed as you are for the rest of
class and we will try this again later. Everyone, we need
to stretch and loosen up before we begin class. Spread out,
and follow my lead."
She began a series of stretching exercises that the girls
could do flawlessly, but nearly all the boys had trouble
with. Jared's towel dropped off several times and he
started drifting back to the back of the boys lines where
the girls couldn't see him.
The teacher criticized the boys inability to do the
exercises when they were done. "I'll have to inform your
teacher when he gets back, maybe I'll have to spend an
entire class or two getting you boys in shape. Okay, to the
ropes or exercise machines, everyone get in place."
About half of the girl's class followed the boys to the
ropes. The teacher demonstrated the proper way to climb,
and then got the kids in lines behind the two ropes.
"Each of you must reach at least the ten foot mark or you
will have to try again. But you can go as high as the
twenty foot mark if you want. Do NOT climb past the second
marker," the teacher instructed. "After everyone has had a
turn, all those who want to try and reach the top can go
again." All of the kids looked up; the top was at least
fifty feet in the air. Jared wasn't even sure he could make
it to ten feet, so he wasn't concerned about the top.
The first person in line would climb while the next person
would hold the rope steady, and then the line would advance.
Just by chance, Jared and Max ended up next to each other,
and both had a girl next in line.
For Jared, this would mean that the girls would be able to
see up the towel, which at first bothered him until he
realized that there was no way the towel was going to stay
on during his climb.
"This should be interesting," the teacher said. "I'll tell
you what, if you can beat Max to the ten foot mark, I'll let
you wear his shorts for the rest of the class," she said,
looking at Jared. Then she looked at Max and added, "but if
you can beat him, I'll let you put your shorts back on."
Deciding that a few seconds without the towel was a lot
better if he could have some shorts to wear, Jared decided
to ignore what ever happened with the towel and try his
hardest. The teacher got them in position and told them to
go.
The towel came off almost immediately as Jared wrapped the
rope around his right foot and pulled himself up. He could
hear the laughter from the class but ignored it, slipping
his foot through the rope before pulling it tight to move
his hands up. He pulled up again and then repeated the
process. Jared was surprised that not only did he reach the
first mark, but he beat Max by nearly ten seconds. He let
the rope slide between his feet as he came back down.
"Very good, go and claim your prize," the teacher said to
Jared as he was pulling the towel back around himself.
"Wait, that's not fair. He only won because he didn't have
shoes on, they weighed me down," Max said, turning red at
the loss to Jared.
"Okay, I'll let you two go again with both of you barefoot.
But if he beats you again, you lose the jockstrap and gain
the towel. You want to try it that way?" she asked Max.
Max was considering it. "What happens if he loses, does he
lose the towel?"
The teacher considered it, wondering if this was going too
far. She decided if she was going to get into trouble, she
had already crossed the line. "Okay then, that's the deal.
You start together, go to the second mark and back down.
The first one on the mat who reaches the twenty foot mark
wins. If neither of you reach twenty feet, you both lose."
Jared had already gone and grabbed Max's shorts and put them
on. He hadn't been asked if he agreed to the conditions.
He realized he had nothing to gain and everything to lose;
besides, his arms were tired from the first climb and the
rope had burned his bare feet.
"I don't know," he started, "I'm okay with how things are
right now. I don't think I want to race again."
"Nonsense," she answered. "He has a good point; you did
have an advantage without shoes on. Besides, you love a
good chance to have a risk at being caught naked, he's an
opportunity."
Max was also unsure about this; he was surprised at how
quickly Jared had climbed. Jared was such a weak, skinny
kid that he couldn't believe Jared had even gotten off the
ground. But wearing nothing but a jock strap with all the
girls around was too humiliating, he had a boner already.
He needed to get his clothes back.
While Max was removing his shoes and socks, Roger quietly
came up behind Jared, who was standing next to the rope
facing the teacher. Jared felt Roger slip something around
his neck.
"You know what that is?" he heard Roger whisper behind him.
Jared nodded his head; he knew it was the leash. "Then be a
good puppy and stay right here," Roger said, taking a step
back from him.
As soon as Max was in position to climb both classes
gathered around to watch. The teacher called out for them
to start, and Max leaped at the rope, surprised at how rough
it was on his bare feet. He was even more surprised to look
over and see Jared standing still right next to the rope.
Max was looking for a trick, but the class was cheering him
on. With no threat of losing, he climbed slowly and
carefully, making sure not to slip.
Once Max was five feet off the floor, Roger waited until the
teacher was looking up and then removed the leash, wrapping
it around his waist where it couldn't be seen under his
shirt.
Jared, realizing he wasn't likely to overcome such a lead
but fearful of losing everything, leapt at the rope, jumping
up and closing half the distance between him and Max on the
jump. Max saw Jared attacking the rope and started climbing
as fast as he could.
Jared surprised everyone by closing the gap, reaching the
second mark just two seconds behind Max. Max was having
trouble coming down because of the pain of the rope sliding
between his bare feet. He looked over to see Jared dropping
down swiftly, ignoring the burning from the rope.
Realizing he was about to lose, Max did the only thing he
could think off, he let go of the rope completely, falling
the last ten feet down to the mat, nearly landing right on
top of the girl holding the rope.
Jared landed a second behind him as Max got up limping,
keeping his weight off his right leg.
For a moment everyone was quiet; surprised at how quickly
Jared had gotten up the rope after giving Max such a large
head start. During that moment the teacher saw Max get up
and made up her mind what to do.
"Nice race, you almost had him, but you lost. Give him the
shorts."
With nearly forty pairs of eyes watching him, Jared slid the
shorts off, leaving himself naked. So far it appeared that
nobody had noticed the ring, but he didn't think his luck
could hold out much longer. He used one hand to cover up
while he handed the shorts to Max with the other.
But Max was not using his right leg, and was unable to put
them on. The teacher said to Jared, "It looks like he hurt
his ankle; help him over to the bleachers." As Jared took
Max's weight with one arm on his shoulder, the teacher
called back to the classes, "Rope climbing is done for
today. Form teams, three boys and three girls to a team,
and play some half-court basketball.
Jared sat Max down, which allowed Max to put his shorts back
on. The teacher took a close look at his ankle, ignoring
Jared who was happy to be away from the girls now that he
was naked.
After a few minutes of twisting and prodding, the teacher
said, "I suppose you did this on purpose just to get out of
doing the pushups you need to do. I want you to sit here
for a moment; I'm going end class early and take you to the
nurse's office. I think it is just a sprain, but we'll let
her make the call."
She called the class to gather around, much to Jared's
chagrin. She called Brandon, who was still shirtless, up to
the front. "I am still owed ten perfect pushups by this boy
and you," she said, indicating Max and Brandon. "However,
he has a sprained ankle and cannot do his. Fortunately
Jared has volunteered to stand in for him."
Jared was even more embarrassed as now everyone was looking
at him sitting there naked on the first row of the bleachers
trying to keep covered up.
Looking at Brandon, she said, "If he can do ten better
pushups than you can, I will consider allowing him to wear
your gym clothes for the remainder of the class, so I expect
you to really try this time."
Brandon blushed from the top of his ears to just below the
top of his socks, especially when some of the girls started
yelling, "Go for it Jared, show him how it's done."
As she directed them to get into position, Jared had to get
up and bend down over the floor, giving everyone an
unobstructed view. "Won't his thing touch the floor?" asked
one of the girls.
"Yes, but the idea is to not let your stomach touch to rest
your arms. If his thing can support his weight, I'll let
him get by with it." This caused a lot of laughter from the
class.
"You may both start now," she told them. Jared was never
very good at pushups, and doing them naked in front of the
combined boy's and girl's classes didn't help. Brandon, on
the other hand, was scared to death of losing to Jared.
Because of this, he used every bit of strength to keep his
back straight and not touch on the way down.
Brandon completed his ten in short order, but by the time
Jared had completed six it was obvious he wasn't going to be
able to do more. He collapsed to the floor, unable to rise
up from the sixth one.
"Well, it seems that Max will still owe me four when he is
better. Okay everyone, time for showers. And you boys
had
better behave, the only sound I should hear are showers
running and locker doors closing. If you think I won't come
into your locker room while you are changing, you are wrong.
Class dismissed."
Jared pulled himself up from the floor as everyone scampered
off to the locker rooms. He looked back to see the teacher
helping Max to the nurse's office.
Once inside the locker room, Roger pulled the leash out from
under his shirt and called Jared over. Everyone stayed
where they were to see what would happen.
"Okay puppy, it's time to practice your lessons. Take the
leash and snap it onto the ring." Jared was very red faced,
but did as he was told, ignoring the giggles from the boys.
For the first time the boys saw the ring in the back of
Jared's sack. Roger led him into the shower room and told
him to shower.
Most of the boys didn't plan to take shower since the
teacher wasn't there to check, but they gathered around the
opening to see what would happen next. Roger dropped the
leash and took a shower, turning the water off when he was
done. Forgetting to stay, Jared followed him out, causing
Roger to shake his head back and forth.
"Oh, doggie, I can see that Scott is right, it is going to
take a long time to teach you to stay. Stand here in the
middle of the room."