Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 78
by Chadlad

copyright 2008 by Chadlad, all rights reserved
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Chapter 78: It's All About Teamwork!

Emily Gitt, still tied to the horse, was positioned in the front of the classroom once again, her bare posterior facing the class so everyone was looking at her red and well-blistered butt, and those in the center were being glared at by her ragged anal eye and the bottom-most end of her vaginal opening, filled, of course, with the rod attachment of the horse. Chad, directed to sit in Emily's former front and center chair, had a bird's eye view. He wasn't all that thrilled about that view at the moment – he was starting to detest the sight of Emily's bare privates. And that, by itself, amazed him. Here he was, staring at something he had never even seen up to three weeks ago, something that had always made him feel a hot flush in his face and a tingling in his groin whenever he even considered the chance of seeing it. He was looking right at Emily Git's bare privates – her pussy, he corrected himself. Well, only part of her pussy, he amended. He could only see the bottom of her female opening. The rest of it was hidden by the rod that was impaling her in that delicate place, just as his own pubescent penis had invaded her less than an hour ago, when driven mad with sexual desire by The Stimulator, she had thrown herself on him and engulfed him. It had been easy for her, because she was ½ again as big as him, to rip off his diaper and force him to the ground. And it had been easier for her to have her way with him—to fuck him—because he was already throbbingly hard from witnessing, at close range, the spectacle of her masturbating feverishly in front the class. It hadn't been the first girl he'd seen masturbate – he'd seen Alan's cousin manipulating her girl parts during their marathon punishment session at Alan's house. But he'd been worried about his own punishments then, more focused on his throbbing butt and violated butt hole than on what she was doing. It was different watching Emily in class – he'd been able to give her full attention, marveling at how roughly she mauled her huge clitoris and at her penetration of her own cunt with her fingers.

And when she had thrown him to the ground and engulfed his boyhood, he'd slid into her too easily, in part because he wasn't very big in the boy the department, he had to admit, and in part because his penis had been liberally coated with a combination of diaper rash cream and his own genital sweat (the latter due to a combination of genital heat from watching Emily's feverish fingers, and the stifling confines of the plastic coated diaper.)

Still, what he could see was very graphic. Emily's pussy split widely around the invading pole, and Chad was still shocked by how close the bottom of that split was to the girl's anus. The two holes, the one for fucking and the one for shitting, he added mentally, feeling a delicious naughtiness thinking the forbidden words, were so close that he wondered, briefly, if it was easy for an inexperienced boy to miss one hole and hit the other one. No, that was stupid, he chided himself. Butt holes were really tight and resisted invasion, and took a lot of lubrication to get into without considerable pain. He knew that entirely too well, having been invaded there entirely too many times himself, as well as from what had happened to poor Gabriel at his brother's hands. And as he'd already learned from personal experience, his own penis slipped easily into a girl's pussy hole, or at least into Emily's.

Speaking of butt holes, Chad thought to himself as his eyes roamed freely up Emily's spread butt crack to her ragged, dark brown anal orifice, Emily's had be the ugliest one he had ever seen, and that included Joey Turpin's hairy, masculine hole. Heck, the unfortunate calf he and Gabriel had watched being emasculated had possessed a more attractive butt hole. It was easy to picture shit coming out of this orifice.

He let his eyes scan across the surface of the girl's fully exposed hindquarters. He felt a sense of satisfaction looking at the bright red blotches and the scattered blisters that he himself had given his female nemesis. The blisters, bright red under the skin, were thickest low on her butt, directly across from her hole, and in parallel lines running down either side of her butt crack, the same pattern he'd seen on his own butt when he'd looked at himself in the mirror after being spanked, and on his brother's butt after he'd been spanked as well.

Mrs. Rose called the class to attention. "I want to explain the schedule for this afternoon, children. First, we will be taking the history test you were promised for today, which should take us until about 1:15. Mr. Gitt, you will of course be unable to take the test and will be receiving a grade of F for that reason." Emily, her mouth stuffed with Jimmy's blue boxers, said nothing, just glaring into space at Mrs. Rose, who was standing on her right so that Emily would be forced to see her unless she closed her eyes.

"I want Mr. Gitt to think about the upcoming discipline he will be receiving immediately after the test, though, so I'll describe it now. Once the last test is handed in, Mr. Martinez, you will be administering a severe paddling to Mr. Gitt. That paddling will last as long as you wish it to last, within reason, with Mr. Gitt remaining tied to the horse throughout to prevent any more escape attempts or the undue thrashing about that is bound to occur during such a severe punishment. Mr. Martinez, you will be using this to discipline Mr. Gitt." She walked to her desk and returned with a long-handled, oval headed wooden hairbrush. "This hairbrush is ideal for punishing miscreants for severe misbehavior. You will notice it is fairly heavy, which increases the impact with which it strikes the buttocks. The smooth back of the head is perfectly flat, to distribute the impact over the entire striking area, and the edges are rounded, to reduce the shearing of skin that might occur with a paddle of a more well-defined edge. Although this means that this paddle does not create the powerful sting along the edges that would occur with a paddle with a sharper edge, and that it is far less likely to produce blistering, it also means that one can land many more blows upon the buttocks before serious damage to the glutteal muscles forces us to terminate the discipline."

"So are you saying, Mrs. Rose, that this hairbrush won't hurt as much as the paddles that were used on the boys?" Cynthia asked. "I don't think that's fair. What Emily did," she said, pausing at Mrs. Rosa sudden frown. "I mean, what Emile did was worse, even, than what Chad did. Chad just lost his temper. Young boys do that. It wasn't planned, it was just a spur of the moment thing. Emile betrayed the entire school's trust, and that betrayal was planned out and deliberate! So his spanking ought to be even more painful than any boy has gotten in this class before!"

Mrs. Rose gave her an intent look. "Make no mistake about it, Mr. Henson deserved every punishment he received at this school, and I'm sure he will attest they were extremely painful. And the spanking he administered to Mr. Gitt, it should be clear to all of you, was extremely painful as well, and Mr. Gitt's bottom is probably still is extremely sore. Thus, we can be assured that whatever paddle is used on him will sting unmercifully. This hairbrush accomplishes a different purpose. Yes, it will sting Mr. Gitt's bare skin without mercy and unbearably. He will be screaming into his gag by the second blow. But it has a second, more lasting purpose. A heavy paddle with rounded edges, like this one, is capable of causing deep muscle bruising. The gluteal muscles are the largest ones in the body, and are used for almost every bodily movement. A severe paddling with this hairbrush will make deep, aching bruises that will take a more than a week to heal, and during that time, every movement Mr. Gitt makes will remind him of the punishment he received for his perfidy. At the same time, you can be assured that the sting of this paddle on the bare skin will be agonizing, coming as it does on a bottom already blistered from being spanked." Leaning over, she placed the paddle along Emily's back, so that the lower part of the handle was trapped in the upper part of her butt crack, with the flat surface pressing the middle of her butt, shading her exposed butt hole. Emily squirmed but the paddle didn't move from its position. "Now," Mrs. Rose said. "Let's get started with that test."

Emily, meanwhile, did not dwell long on the threat of the paddle that was pressed against her hindquarters, terrible though that threat was. Nor did she seethe over the fact that stupid dork-faced Chad Henson and his cronies were looking directly up between her legs, nor on the phallus-like cylinder that was uncomfortably stretching her cunt, nor even on the fact that she had Jimmy Chen's sweaty, probably dirty boxer shorts stuffed into her mouth, with her tongue in contact with who knew what. No, she had a more urgent need. She had to pee.

No one should have found her need surprising. After all, as she had avoided peeing in front of the boys when expelling her enema. She hadn't actually peed since early that morning, when, full of vengeful glee over the trouble Chad was going to be in when her plot reached fruition, she'd left home. It had now been almost 4 hours, and although she had gone longer without peeing before, it wasn't her usual custom. And it wasn't the kind of a hot day when one's urinary output was meager and brightly hued – no, this was a cool day in early fall, and her bladder was bursting. It didn't help that she was lying with her weight on her lower abdomen, compressing her bladder. The pressure the invading cylinder put on her cunt wasn't helping either. She needed to pee, very badly. Yet Mrs. Rose had announced she was to stay tied to the horse until after her terrible paddling at the hand of Randy Martinez! There was no way she could hold it until the start of that dreaded event, let alone hold it while she was being paddled. Yet, how could she endure the shame of peeing herself in front of everyone, with stupid dork-faced Microdick staring up her cunt as she did? The humiliation would be total. And Mrs. Rose was not tolerant of children who peed themselves, she knew that from Chad's experiences. More punishment would undoubtedly follow if she were to let her instincts take over. Although, what more they could do to her, she couldn't quite fathom. The horrors she face already were so repellant she couldn't contemplate them. She couldn't even really grasp her current situation, displayed, splayed, and flayed, that's what she was. Or at least what she'd be when they got done tearing up her butt and her genitals. She felt her urinary sphincter burning and tried to think about something else besides how good it would be to pee, to just relax and let the hot fluid pour out of her, over their stupid horse and down her bare legs to the floor.

Meanwhile, down the hall, Tommy and Wayne stared suspiciously at the apparatus Mrs. Hendricks was arranging on her desk in front of them. She had made both boys press their hands to the desk once again, making them bend forward with their juvenile butts thrust out behind them. She had then walked behind them and nudged Tommy's feet until she had them spread apart farther than his muscular hips. Finding that Wayne's pants and underpants, bunched around his ankles, impeded moving his feet the same distance apart, she crouched at his feet, lifted them up, one at a time, and worked his pants and underpants over each one, tossing the set to one side on top of Tommy's own pants and underpants. She had then prodded Wayne's feet apart to make his posture match Tommy's, at the same time making both boys feel small and open and vulnerable, before finally turning back to the box she'd sat on the desk with such triumph.

The apparatus she was now taking from the box and untangling looked like a random bunch of straps at first glance, with rings and adjustable buckles, metal pieces, and a piece of netting that looked like a foot-square hammock. Mrs. Hendricks quickly laid out all the pieces, like a kid with a new, complex toy, and then almost beamed at them as she looked up. "This is the latest in cooperation training equipment," she said proudly. "As I told you earlier, it's the Smithson Cooperative Harness for Boys, otherwise known as the SCOOB."

"Shouldn't that be SCHOB?" Sally Pendergast piped up, slipping naturally into her usual, look how bright I am mode that she adopted in school and that made her instantly disliked by most of her classmates. "Or maybe SCHUB?"

"SCOOB sounds better," Mrs. Hendricks said calmly, not bothered at all by the girl's rather uppity attitude. "This sling is perfect for carrying heavy objects," she said, pointing at a hammock of thin straps in a basket shape. "And these straps attach the sling to your bodies. In all cases, the two boys being punished must work together, hence the word "Cooperation" in the name of the device. You boys will be supporting the sling between you from the straps, and you will have your forearms strapped together facing each other to make that cooperation absolutely necessary. The sling can support quite heavy weights between you that way."

She smiled at the two boys, but the smile wasn't a friendly one. "In this case, considering your refusal to reveal the other children involved in your escapade, you two boys will have to bear the punishment for the transgression equally between you. That punishment will be the heavy labor of moving a large quantity of new books from the room next door to your own classroom in the next building, and moving the old books back here for storage. You'll be moving the books two at a time, in the sling. The SCOOB will force you to learn a lesson in cooperation in the bargain."

She looked at them levelly. "It's going to be a tiring, humiliating, uncomfortable task for both of you. Tiring, because there are a lot of books to be carried a not inconsiderable distance. Humiliating, because your bottom halves will remain nude for the duration of the punishment, so that I or Mrs. Johnson can easily correct you for sloth or any further fighting between the two of you. And uncomfortable simply because of how the sling is going to be attached to each of you."

She looked at the two of the expectantly. Wayne bit first. "How is the sling attached, Mrs. Hendricks?" he finally asked, his voice sounding like the textbook definition of nervous. Tommy noticed he was still trembling and white-faced.

"There are options," Mrs. Hendricks said. "Depending upon the lesson that must be learned and the severity of the misbehavior." She reached into the box and pulled out a pair of black, hard rubber cylinders, each about 4 inches long, narrower at one end, broadening to the other before narrowing again just before the broad end attached to the straps. This set of straps," she said, holding them in front of the boys' eyes, "has attached plugs desired to fit perfectly into the rectal openings of a pair of naughty boys. The straps from them would be run between each boy's legs to the sling between the two boys. This set is certainly a possibility to be used. According to the Simpson company, boys can carry more weight with this set that with the other two possibilities." She showed the boys the ends of the straps, which had metal fittings on them. "These are breakaway compression links," she said, holding them in front of both boys and the curious Sally Pendergast. "The company has calculated just how much pull can be tolerated by a boy's rectum without damage, and has designed the links to separate from the sling if the pull is exceeded. This prevents serious damage to you boys if one of you were to try to harm the other by pulling his body away sharply, for example, or by tripping the other boy. If the predetermined force on the strap is exceeded, the links separate to protect the boy's body. These links take a lot more force to separate then the other attachment straps I'll be showing you, and thus the load you have to carry while being punished can be fairly large."

She put the strap and cylinder set down in front of them and reached into the box again. "We do have to take into account that Mr. Henson's rectal opening appears to be in somewhat iffy condition at the moment, apparently as a result of some sort of anal punishment, so use of this particular attachment methods may not be altogether fair to Mr. Henson. So let's move on." She pulled another set of straps out of the box. This one had 2 fairly large squeeze clamps attached to each set of straps, the ends encased in rubber. She flexed the clamps on one set, opening the ends in front of the boys' eyes.

"Like the rectal attachments, this attachment set can be used equally well on both boys and girls. It can be attached to body fat of the stomach or chest or even the buttocks on chubby boys, but is especially effective when attached to bare nipples. I'm told that the latter can be a very bad experience, especially for young boys with no chest fat and quite small nipples, such as is undoubtedly the case with you two."

She put the two clamps down.

"In light of the gravity of your offenses, including brawling in my office and refusal to aid an investigation into wrongdoing, I think we'll put those two aside and move on to the attachment methods for more serious wrongdoers." She held up a pair of inflatable cylinders. Each was about 4 inches long, with a hollow running down the middle like an elongated donut. She showed them how a simple pump button inflated the cuff of each, making the tunnel through the middle shrink until it almost disappeared. "These fit over your male members and then are inflated sufficiently so that they don't come off no matter how much weight you're forced to carry in the sling. I'm told that at high inflation levels boys can carry great weights that way, weights almost as great as can be carried by the rectal attachments. Of course, the breakaway links are there to prevent loads exceeding what the male members of boys your ages can tolerate. So the penile cuffs won't do either of you any permanent damage, although I imagine they'll be very uncomfortable for the duration."

"You mean those go over their dicks?" Sally Pendergast said wonderingly.

"Yes, dear," Mrs. Hendricks said indulgently. "Although we prefer to say 'male member' or the more direct 'penis' when we talk about that organ, you are basically correct."

"And then they have to carry stuff in the pouch hanging from their things?" Sally persisted, ignoring the prescribed words for the boys' members, both of which were dangling limply at the moment, Tommy's orange and mushroom tipped, Wayne's looking like the nose of a stuffed anteater.

"That's correct," Mrs. Rose said. "Until they've moved all 50 books, two at a time, and brought back all the old books on the return trip. It may take them all afternoon."

Tommy and Wayne looked at the twin cylinders in horror. She was going to put those on their dicks? And make them carry things in a sling between the two of them? All afternoon? With their bottom halves naked? While both boys were coming to grips with their fates, Mrs. Hendricks put the elongated donuts down and pulled out of the box one more set of objects attached to straps and breakaway links. This time it was two rubber objects that were purse-shaped, almost closed in the top but puffing out below. "These work by the same principle," she said to the boys. "Only they fit below your male members, on your little purses, if you know what I mean. And I imagine inflating them involves considerably more discomfort."

"I certainly hope so," Mrs. Hendricks said. "Or we've wasted a lot of school money for nothing. But I'm not going to put the testicular attachments on you two just yet. I'm going to start you with the penile attachments. The testicular attachments will be held in reserve if either of you isn't cooperative, doesn't work hard, or precipitates another fight between you two." She sat the small black rubber purses down and picked up one of the cylinders. Sally watched, wide eyed and with self-satisfied smirk of a child who is watching others get punished and knows in her heart that she'll never be the object of that punishment herself. Trying to look like she was wandering casually, she moved over until she was directly behind the boys. As both were once again partially bend over with their hands on the low desk, she was treated to a clear view of both boys' hindquarters. Trying not to look like she was looking, she studied Tommy's residual blisters from his weekend punishments and the wide, red stripe of the paddle blow Mrs. Hendricks had just treated him to. She was fascinated by the boy's anus, barely visible between his separated legs. It bulged, swollen looking, a mixture of red and dark pink in coloring, the tight line down the middle appearing to be sunken in compared to the surrounding ring. She darted her eyes to the adjoining boy's bare butt, noting the contrast between the white, unmarked skin with the broad dark pink stripe running across both his buttocks. She was surprised, although she realized she shouldn't have been, that the stripe on both boys from the paddle was broken where it crossed the boy's butt cracks – the crevice between their twin globes was unmarked by the paddle, of course, and bent forward, that crevice on both boys became visible. The contrast of Tommy's butt hole with Wayne's was profound – Wayne's nether orifice wasn't swollen or marked at all, although the tiny, tight ring did have blotches of pink on it mixed with the lighter color of the rest of his butt. The wrinkles where it pulled in didn't radiate far, and the sphincter itself was a neat, thin line. It was kind of neat, in a butthole kind of way.

Sally wished, momentarily, that Mrs. Hendricks had chosen to use the cylinders that she said you stick up boys' butts – she'd have liked to seen Wayne's face, actually, both boys' faces, when the blunt cylinders where forced into them. But she'd have also liked to have seen them from the rear as their butt holes were forced open by the probes. Well, Mrs. Hendricks would have had to do them one at a time, anyway, so she could have solved that by watching one's face and the other's butt while it was done. She'd have chosen Tommy's face and Wayne's butt, in that case. But it wasn't going to happen, so it seemed silly to think about it. And watching them get stuff attached to their dicks, that had to be interesting, too.

She let her eyes drift down to the space between the inverted V of their legs. She was surprised to see the ridge of flesh on each that ran from their butt holes to their plump, tight little sacks, even though she'd seen this part of the body on a number of boys before, including babies she'd watched being diapered and washed, and toddlers who didn't mind how much she examined them when she wiped their butts. More recently, she'd even seen this area on a classmate – the unfortunate Lee Fitzroy, whose sack didn't bulge because it was empty. Still, having seen the perineum on boys before before didn't make it look any more right – she always had the feeling they should be split there into a neat furrow, as she and her sister and all the girls were. All sewed up like that, they looked bound, somehow, like a stuffed animal held shut with crude stitching.

She let her eyes roam down to the two fat little sacks clinging between the two sets of separated legs. Both boys' balls were pulled up to their bodies in the cool air, but Tommy's were clearly bigger and his sack darker and more wrinkled. Wayne's was sagging a bit looser, and the orbs swelling it were smaller and perhaps more oblong, like little beans in a bag. She wondered what the boys, and Mrs. Hendricks, would do if she suddenly clapped both hands over the two bulging sacks in a pair pair of hard, open-handed slaps. She'd get into trouble, and Mrs. Hendricks would probably make her leave, even give her detention. Would it be worth it? Boys did seem to yelp most delightfully when smacked there – she'd tried it on her little cousins enough times to be sure of that.

Before she could decide, Mrs. Hendricks put down the SCOOB parts and stood back. "Stand with your bottoms against the wall and put your hands behind your head," she ordered. "Unless you both need another dose of the paddle to help you along." Both boys almost jumped at her voice, then they scrambled to get their bare little butts against the wall and avoid any more painful blows. Sally moved out of their way to their fronts again, thus getting a full on view of both their dicks and sacks. Yes, she'd eyed them closely earlier, when they were bent over the desk getting paddled, but now she could see them in the full light. She looked at both sets of genitals with unabashed interest, contrasting details, sizing the two boys up.

The two boys' genitalia looked very different, even putting aside the fact that Tommy's were painted orange-red. Tommy's dick arched out over his balls, because his balls bulged more than Wayne's, whereas Wayne's dick pointed almost straight down. Tommy's shaft was straight, then bulged out to a fat mushroom head the rounded at the tip. Wayne's showed a hint of that bulge near the end under the smooth skin, but the skin continued on down, narrowing to a point with a gaping hole in the tip where the skin curled under onto itself. She'd heard about boys being cut and uncut – Mrs. Johnson had alluded to it while Lee Fitzroy was standing naked in front of them with his unimpressive, cut brown dick on display along with his empty sack, but now Sally had the real article to compare with a cut boy with, and not just a drawing on a blackboard or a faintly remembered, barely glimpsed baby penis. Tommy's dick was bigger than Wayne's, too, although Wayne's had a scattering of hairs on his groin and Tommy's was bald (It would never have crossed her mind to wonder if Tommy had been shaved -- she didn't know people ever did such things.)

Mrs. Hendricks appraised both boys. "Good, you're both flaccid," she said. "That makes it easier. If you were turgid, you'd have to manually relieve that state, and I'd rather not have to take the time – you've got a lot of books to move this afternoon." She picked up one of the donut cylinders and approached Wayne, squatting in front of him. Deftly, she pushed it onto his penis, reaching in the open end and pinching his foreskin, tugging his little pointed penis and stretching it through until the tip showed out the front and the base was pressed against his groin. "Got to get it behind the glans to make it secure," she muttered, stretching Wayne's penis painfully with her pincher grip on his delicate foreskin while pumping the inflation button with her other hand. In seconds, the cuff was inflated, squeezing his penis tightly along the shaft and making the foreskin-shrouded glans bulge like a flesh mushroom out the front end, the glans protruding about half way from the skin due to the pressure on his shaft. Wayne shifted, looking uncomfortable.

"How does that feel, Mr. Sakarov," she said, standing up and giving the cuff a tug.

"It's too tight! It feels like you're squeezing my – my thing to death!" Wayne said, fidgeting uncomfortably and looking down at the head of his trapped penis, which was rapidly turning bright red.

"Good, good," Mrs. Hendricks said. "If it's not uncomfortable, it's not tight enough." She turned to Tommy, retrieving the other cuff. He flinched as she pushed his soft member into the back end and then pinched the tip and fished it out the front, but then stood still and tried to think of something else as she inflated the cuff tighter and tighter until he thought his penis was being squashed to a pulp. Unable to resist the urge, he glanced down, seeing only the black, enclosing cuff making his penis look incredibly wide, and the head of his penis bulging bigger than he'd ever seen it, a shocking red-orange. For a moment he thought he was bleeding from the tip until he realized it was just the Mercurichrome. Both boys stood there feeling self-conscious, the cuffs making their penises stick straight out as if erect.

At this point Wayne's bladder could stand it no more, even though it was nowhere near full to capacity because he'd just emptied it at lunch. His sphincter muscle released. He felt the liquid surge inside him, then a deep burning as it got as far along as the point the cuff squeezed his penis and then stopped. He began hopping in discomfort as the burning crested in him and then slowly started subsiding, leaving a peculiar fullness behind.

"What's with him?" Sally asked, pointing a thumb at Wayne, who was still shifting from foot to foot at this agonizing novel sensation.

"My guess is he lost control of his bladder, and he's just found out a fundamental fact about the SCOOB," Mrs. Hendricks smiled to her. "It closes the urethral opening so thoroughly that boys are unable to have urinary 'accidents' while wearing it." She looked hard at Wayne. "Be thankful you were wearing that," she said. "I'd hate to have to punish you for wetting on my floor." She looked both boys over in satisfaction for a moment. "Don't worry," she said. "I'll let the pressure off in an hour or so and let you two relieve yourselves. First, though, you have to do some work to earn such a break. Just let me get you two hooked together."

In short order, Tommy and Wayne were facing each other with the sling stretched between them and attached to the short cords on their penile cuffs, looking for all the world like a hammock tied to two short, fat tree branches, with the boys' bodies as the tree trunk. Tommy's right forearm was strapped to Wayne's left and vice versa, so that to move they had to walk sideways. Both boys glared at each other across the short distance. Mrs. Hendricks pushed on the center of the hammock gently, than harder and harder until both boys could feel their members straining where they entered their bodies. Suddenly, without warning, she jerked down on the hammock with maximum force. Both boys yelped as their members were tugged painfully, then the sling broke free and fell at their feet, the links on both sides separating simultaneously. Tommy bit his lip, and Wayne panted several times as the discomfort inside them subsided.

"Works as advertised," Mrs. Hendricks said in satisfaction, clipping the links back together again so the sling hung between them. "Time for you two to get to work. Come with me." She turned and walked out of the office. Looking daggers at each other, Wayne and Tommy didn't move. Sally Pendergast finally prodded each boy in the bare flank.

"Come on," she said. "Didn't you hear Mrs. Hendricks?" Neither boy moved. Finally, she circled to the side of them nearest the door, reached down, hooked a finger into the hammock and started tugging. Grudgingly, following their ensnared penises, the two boys finally began shuffling sideways to the door, having to squeeze toward each other to get through. In the next room, Mrs. Hendricks was taking new books out of boxes.

"Let's move it, boys," she said cheerfully. "You'll stay in school until all the books are moved, you know. And you don't want me to assign a student to whip you along, do you?"

"I'll do it," Sally Pendergast said immediately.

"I'm sure you will, dear," Mrs. Hendricks said. "I'll keep you in mind. But let's see if they need it, first." She eased a large 6th grade literature book into the sling, then added a second one. Both boy's penises accepted the load, but not without protest—the books appeared huge to their round eyes. "Off to your classroom, boys. Sally, you go ahead and explain to Mrs. Johnson what these two are doing, so she can have two of the old books ready for them to bring back. I'll just finish unpacking here." Sally reluctantly left, walking backwards to fill her eyes with views of both boys in their humiliation as she did. Mrs. Hendricks patted both boys low down in the center of their bare butts, uncomfortably close to the location their elimination orifices. (This was quite deliberate – she knew from personal experience how shy boys were about violations of that area, as if they had a natural instinct to avoid being invaded there.) Tommy and Wayne began slowly moving sideways together. They had a rough moment getting through the door, where they had to push uncomfortably close together, so close their cuffed penises crossed each other like fat swords and the books brushed their feet, but then they were through and moving slowly, carefully down the hall toward the door to the courtyard. The cuffs pulled and tugged uncomfortably with each of the boy's movements, especially when they moved out of sync with each other.

"This is all your fault. You're an asshole," Wayne hissed when they'd gotten out of earshot of the office. "A big, shitty asshole."

"You said that all ready," Tommy said. "You need to come up with something new. Besides, it takes one to know one."

A younger child, possibly a 3rd grader, came through the courtyard door and stopped short, gaping at the sight. He let the door shut and moved quickly over to where he could see both boys up close.

"What are you doing?" he said in a high pitched voice. He moved his eyes from the sling to their bare bottoms. "Hey, you don't have any pants on!"

"Big duh," Wayne said, moving doggedly with Tommy, trying to reach the doorway and get away from the kid.

"Hey, you got things on your weenies!" the boy said, his eyes shining. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Not as much as you'll hurt when we pound you," Tommy hissed. "Get out of here, you little pants pisser!"

"I don't pee my pants," the boy said indignantly. "I don't even pee the bed any more! Not since last year!" He moved easily with them, watching their penises sway in concert with the sling full of books. "You were bad, weren't you! And you're being punished! What'd you do?"

"We butt fucked a 3rd-grader with a big mouth who wouldn't leave us alone," Tommy hissed. Wayne looked shocked at his language. "Then we made him lick his shit off our dicks. And if you don't' get out of here we'll do it to you," he added.

The boy almost looked like he was going to flee, but then he caught himself. "You're tied together," he said. "And your weenies are in those black things! You can't do anything to me!" He danced around the boys. "I can see your weenies! I can see your bum-bums!" he chortled. He made two more circuits, then, as the boys reached the door, he shot up the hall, giggling.

Tommy and Wayne navigated through the door with difficulty, emerging into the bright sunlight outside. A gentle breeze had sprung up, cooling their bare buttocks instantly. The moving air felt strange between their legs, across their exposed butts, and around their scrotums. The contrast between the hot, confined penile shafts and the cool air on each boys' exposed glans was almost agonizing. They shuffled into the open, each dreading entering the other building and having to shuffle shamefully into the classroom. "This is all your fault, you stupid butt monkey," Tommy said to Wayne. "You knew what Aiesha was going to do and you tricked me into trusting her!" He felt like spitting in Wayne's face, but was restrained by the fact that Wayne might very well spit back, and with their hands tied he was just as defenseless as Wayne.

"I didn't know what she was going to do, assthole," Wayne retorted. "Besides, she has the goods on me!"

"Yeah, brilliant," Tommy muttered as they approached the door to the grade school building. "Fucking brilliant! Let a stupid cunt like that get pictures of you playing with your little prick! You've got to be the stupidest butt monkey who ever lived!"

"Cheese it! The cops!" Wayne hissed.

"Huh?" Tommy said. Wayne nodded down the corridor past the door that Tommy had, with difficulty, opened. The principal was standing near the 6th grade classroom door, talking to The Reverend, still immaculate in his white suit. "Oh," he muttered. He focused on the ground, and Wayne did the same, as they worked their way up the hall to the doorway, hoping to slip past the adults. This was not to be, though. As Tommy reached the doorway and tried to slip himself and Wayne past the two, a cold, hard, huge hand clapped onto his shoulder, and the matching hand clapped onto Wayne's, squeezing hard.

"Would you two, um, boys hold up for a minute," The Reverend said in a commanding voice, hesitating like he wasn't sure what sex they were initially without pants or a skirt to settle the issue.

What else could we be, Tommy thought to himself. Did girls have dicks to carry books with? But he didn't voice his thoughts, just stood there uncomfortably as The Reverend examined the SCOOB with gleaming eyes. "Ingenious," he said finally. "Combines the effect of hard labor with soul cleansing suffering. And, I'm guessing, maintains sexual and urinary continence at the same time! Ingenious!" he repeated. He tugged painfully at first Wayne's and then Tommy's cuff before releasing both boys. "On with your work, boys," he said cheerfully, slapping both boys painfully on their bare butts. Both bit off yelps and moved away, into the classroom door. The books swayed between their legs, their cuffed penises moved with it, and both boys steeled themselves for the humiliation they would face as their classmates caught sight of them for the first time.