The Outsider Chapter 4
by Aldric

Copyright 2007 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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The Outsider, Chapter 4

The next day I tried to stay in sight of teachers, but it wasn't always possible. In my first period the teacher was sick and there was no substitute. Mr. Darcy was there and told everyone to work on homework and to remain quiet and in their seats, but then he left. He wasn't out the door more than 30 seconds before the boy behind me handed me two pairs of boy's briefs.

"You'll wear these from now on, starting right now. And if anyone asks to see your mighty mouse, you'll show it to them."

I looked at the briefs and saw they were for little kids and had a drawing of mighty mouse on front. I looked around the room and everyone was staring eagerly to see what I'd do.

"Don't make me say it twice" the boy said, glancing at his watch.

I feared how much worse this could become and quickly kicked off my shoes. I unhitched my belt and slid my pants and boxers off in one quick movement, leaving me naked from the waist down in front of sixteen of my peers. I dropped one pair and put my feet into the second pair. When I pulled them up they were obviously much too small and only came up to even with my hips. My balls leaked out the edges.

I expected further problems as I reached for my pants but to my surprise nobody stopped me from getting dressed again. I sat back down and put my boxers and the second pair of briefs in my back pack.

"Hey, let me see your mighty mouse" a boy to my left said.

Again, I figured the easiest solution was to comply. I stood up and unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to my knees.

"Hold out your hand" a different boy said as a third pulled the front of the briefs out as far as he could. I held out my hand, palm up, and he coated it with something from a small tube hidden in his hand.

"Now grab your dick" the third boy said, still holding the front of my briefs out.

I grabbed my dick and the two boys wrapped their hands around mine, preventing me from letting go. After just a few seconds the second one said "That's long enough" and they both let go of me.

As soon as I tried to pull my hand out of my underpants I guessed what was in the small bottle—superglue. My hand was glued to my dick. As the class roared with laughter the boys pulled my pants back up over my hand and pushed me back into my seat.

After hearing the laughter, Mr. Darcy came back to the room. He saw me with my hand in my pants right away.

"Peter, is that you that caused the commotion in here? Get your hand out of there."

"Uh, I can't sir. It seems to be stuck."

He blinked his eyes real slow before he spoke. "Peter, how on earth could your hand be stuck inside your pants?"

"Uh, he reached into his back pack to get something" the girl behind me said. "He put something from a tube on his hand and then he reached inside his pants. After that he just sat there like he is now."

The principal walked back to my back pack and reached in the top. He removed two tubes—one of petroleum jelly and the other superglue. They were both about the same size.

"I assume this is what you intended to use on your hand?" he said, holding the petroleum jelly out where everyone could see it. The class was roaring with laughter again. "Go and see the nurse and when you're done there come to my office" he said to me. "And the rest of you get back to work!"

I had to walk bent over at the waist, my hand jammed inside my pants. There were two other kids waiting in the nurse's office when I got there. A boy I knew from my sixth grade gym class and a girl I didn't know. They both stared at me as I walked in with my hand down my pants. I stood at the window until the nurse finished with the kid she had in back.

"Did you get kicked?" I answered no. "Hit by something? Fall on something? What is the problem?"

"Uh, my hand is stuck" I said as quietly as I could.

"How did your hand get stuck inside your pants?" she asked, only loud enough for the other two kids to hear.

"It accidentally got glued there" I said.

She stared at me for a moment before saying "Take a seat; I'll be with you in a minute. Tim, come on back."

The boy got up smiling and walked past me to the back room. The girl stared and smiled but didn't say anything. Five minutes later Tim was done and the nurse called the girl back.

The nurse came back out while the girl was still in the back room. She sat beside me and unfastened my belt and pants right there in the waiting room.

"You don't accidentally glue your hand to your private parts so why don't you tell me what really happened. Are other kids picking on you?"

"No ma'am! This was just an accident" I said, hoping to avoid further problems.

"Look, you don't have to worry in here. What you say to me is confidential, just between us. I see this every year; but normally during the first two weeks of school. And I know why it's done. So go ahead and tell me, maybe I can help."

I decided maybe I could trust her. "The other kids, they're out to get me because I'm not from around here. How do you think you can help?"

"You're an outsider, aren't you?" I nodded my head. "I knew it—another outsider who doesn't belong in our city. What did you hope to gain by telling on the kids who did this? Haven't they taught you by now to do what you're told and tell nobody?"

She pulled me up and yanked my briefs down and then told me come on around back. With my pants and underwear around my ankles all I could do was take little short steps. I had fallen for her kind offer of help, but it was obvious she sided with the kids who lived here.

"Del, do you have any fingernail polish remover?" the nurse said to the girl in the back as she held the door open for me. I had forgotten about her.

"Yes, I think I do" Del said. She was digging in her purse as the nurse led me back to the bed. Del looked up and laughed as she saw me coming in. "It looks like he has the same problem Jacob Hanly had a few weeks ago."

"You start using the fingernail polish remover to loosen it and I'll get a basin of warm soapy water. You don't mind helping, do you?"

"Oh, no, I don't mind one bit. Come on up here and lay back and we'll get your hand free in no time" she said, making room for me on the bed.

I didn't have much of a choice and she made it worse by helping me, making sure to pinch both my cheeks as she did.

"You're an outsider, aren't you?" she asked. "Then I think we need to make this a little more interesting for you." Instead of putting the remover on me, she dug in her purse and came up with a nail file. "Let me know if this hurts" she said as she began rubbing it across the top of my glans.

It didn't hurt, but the reaction was pretty quick. I started to get hard, which pulled on the skin stuck to my hand, and that did hurt. I was somewhere between pain and pleasure. "Oh my, you're so tiny! What grade are you in?"

With mounting humiliation I told her I was a seventh grader.

"Not from what I see here. Maybe fifth grade, but not seventh." She put the nail file in my left hand. "Now you do it, just like I did. And don't stop or I might accidentally get some of this someplace where it might hurt."

I slowly rubbed the nail file on my dick, the sensation turning my belly to butter. The moment she touched the remover to my dick I could feel a slight burning sensation but the glue did start to loosen.

By the time the nurse came back she had all but freed my hand and I was close to shooting. Del pulled the nail file from my hand before the nurse got there.

"Looks like he got a little excited" she commented while Del loosened the last of the superglue. "Here, use this to wash yourself" she said to me as she handed me a warm soapy washcloth.

I tried to rub the areas where my hand had been glued but the nurse pulled my hand back. "That's not how you wash; do it like this" she said, starting at the top and pulling the washcloth across my glans and down the shaft. She dropped it on my groin for me to finish.

I knew what she wanted, and used the washcloth to masturbate myself until I shot, which wasn't much. Two little bursts and I was done.

"Is that normal, just that little amount?" Del asked.

"No, he's immature; his development is far behind his age. Most outsiders are that way. You take a twelve year old from around here and you'd be surprised how much of a mess they can make."

I wiped my self clean and dropped the washcloth in the water. I pulled my tiny briefs and pants back up as quickly as I could.

Mr. Darcy was back in my class when I returned. "I believe my instructions at the beginning of class were for everyone to work on homework since your regular teacher was out sick. What were you planning on doing before your hand got 'stuck' as you put it Peter?"

"Uh, well, I was just going to, you know, rub it a little I guess."

"I don't know, so explain it better. What were you going to rub, and why?"

My ears were burning and everyone else in class was fighting back laughter as they all waited for my response. "Uh, well, I guess I was going to masturbate myself."

Mr. Darcy waved his hand to quiet the laughter. "I'm not sure everyone knows what that means so you need to explain it in more detail. Unless you want to demonstrate it for the class."

I couldn't believe this was happening; Mr. Darcy had seemed so nice in his office when my mom checked me in. But he, as well as the rest of the class, was waiting for me to explain what masturbation meant.

"I was going to rub my penis until I had an orgasm" I said softly as I stared at the floor.

And was that a homework assignment from one of your classes?" Everyone in the class laughed but Mr. Darcy ignored it.

"No sir" I said.

"Peter, are you aware that your mother approved corporal punishment for you?"

"Yes sir, I am."

"Do you know what else she approved?"

"Yes sir, I saw the form after it was filled out." At least that was one statement that was true.

"So you understand then that I could administer corporate punishment right here in front of your entire class if I chose to do so."

"Yes sir, I understand." I was scared that he was going to make me take my clothes off right here in the room. It would be bad enough with boys present, but there were girls there too.

"Since this is your first time getting into trouble I'm going to cut you a break. I want you to pick three students to come and witness your punishment. We will do it in my office."

I couldn't decide how I would pick three kids to come and watch me get punished, but the boy seated behind me made it easy. He pointed at himself, the boy who sat to my left, and the boy who had put the superglue on my hand. I knew I couldn't refuse so I pointed them out.

"Wyatt, Joel, and Troy, gather up your books and come along. This will probably take until beyond the bell so you'll be late for your next class. Do any of you have a test or quiz next?"

All three of them, as well as me, had study hall next which meant that we wouldn't miss anything. Mr. Darcy led us to his office.

"Peter, you said you saw the form your mother signed. That means you know the appropriate dress for this punishment. When I come back I expect you to be dressed appropriately. I will be using a small cane for this. Have you ever been hit with a cane before?"

The fear had to show all over my face. First I was going to have to strip naked in front of three boys, then get hit with a cane. "No sir," I said, my voice creaking with fear.

"Then I'll probably need these to keep your arms clear," he said, opening a cabinet behind him. "I had a boy in wood shop make these a few years ago." He brought out two pieces of wood joined together with a hinge on one end. Each piece had one large half circle in the middle and two smaller circles near the edges. My head and wrists were placed in the openings and the two halves brought together. The open end had a hasp to keep the two parts together. "Wyatt, you've experience this before. After he tells you he's dressed appropriately I want you to put this on him. I need to go check on the class and will return right after the bell."

He handed the wooden frame to Wyatt and turned to leave while I stood there. He opened the door to the hall but turned back towards me and said "Unless you think you are dressed appropriately for corporal punishment I suggest you get moving. If you aren't ready when I come back we'll move this to your study hall so that more students can learn from your mistakes." Then he left.

Wyatt, Joel, and Troy couldn't keep from smirking at how this was turning out. I removed my shoes and socks and unbuttoned my shirt.

"Oh, this is better then we could have hoped for," Joel said. "His mother must have checked 'naked' on the form!" They began encouraging me to hurry up even though it would be six minutes before the bell would ring.

I took my shirt off and unbuckled my belt. I hesitated, not wanting to denude myself. After waiting for ten seconds Troy grabbed me from behind and told Wyatt and Joel to finish it. My pants and underpants were down and off in seconds. Then Wyatt secured the wooden stokes, trapping my hands.

"Lets warm him up a little before the main event" Joel said. He picked up a wooden ruler from Mr. Darcy's desk and they took turns hitting my backside with it. I could feel it heating up and the pain was building. I was close to crying when the bell rang and they stopped.

"God, with his arms caught like that we could do anything we wanted to him, couldn't we," Jason said.

"He's an outsider, we can do anything we want to him anyway," Wyatt said. "Nobody in this school cares as long as we don't hurt him."

My ass was on fire, but I guess Wyatt didn't think that was included in hurting me. But I realized he was right, the way adults had responded so far they could do anything they wanted.

"Let's share him," Troy said. He opened the door to the hall and positioned me where anyone walking past could see me standing there naked. Most of the kids walking past looked in and paused, but they didn't crowd around the room or come inside. But still, more and more of my classmates were seeing me naked. I tried to turn by back to them but Wyatt made sure I was facing them.

Finally Mr. Darcy returned, closing the door behind him. He didn't even comment on the fact that it was open with students in the hall looking at me. "Well Peter," Mr. Darcy said as he looked at my backside, "It looks like you have already been spanked today. And it looks like it occurred recently. Its only first period and I know you haven't been to my office yet, so who did this to you?"

I knew I couldn't tell on the boys, and yet I was also sure he must have known they did it, so I was stuck. I decided to lie rather than tell the truth. "It was at home, just before we left for school. I swore at my cousin and she spanked me. Her mom leaves her in charge when she's gone and Ginny's allowed to spank me if I deserve it."

"No, I don't think so Peter; this looks more recent. The redness is already disappearing. Are you sure you're telling me the truth?"

"Yes sir, I am. I got spanked by my cousin Ginny this morning and that's the only one I've received. She hits really hard."

"Well, if you think she hits hard you're in for a bit of a surprise" he said. Without any warning he swung the cane he had taken out of the cabinet and set my already sore backside on fire. It was all I could do to remain standing. He swung five more times, and I yelled out on the last four and tears began on the last two.

He removed the stocks from my neck and hands and told me I could get dressed, but first I had to rub my backside. I could feel painful welts from the cane. "Wyatt, you and your friends go on to class" he said to the witnesses. "If your teacher needs a late pass come back and I write one out."

The boys left, taking their time as they went out the door in order to expose me again. I stopped rubbing and quickly gathered my clothes and dressed. I got ready to leave but he stopped me just before I opened the door. "You're lucky, that was the cane I use on sixth-graders. Next time you can expect worse," he said to me."

He didn't say anything more so I left and headed for study hall. Wyatt was standing in the hall and knocked at the door as I was leaving.