The Students declared War

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1

The students declared war on Sister Ann, their high school substitute teacher. She began filling in last month when their beloved teacher Mrs. O’Brien took maternity leave. Sister Ann worked at a local covenant, a strict branch of Christianity, known as the Sisters of Faith. Within weeks, she had changed everything from the curriculum of the course, to the discipline administered for bad behavior. The school agreed with the Sister’s new ways, after all, it was a catholic school. Though not all faculty were members of religious orders, the administration felt a push back to more conservative roots would have positive results on student achievement. The students decided to fight back.

The leader of the rebellious group of students was Julian Dano. His wrists had been beaten with Sister Ann’s favorite tool for punishment, a yellow ruler named Penance. She had stolen his cell phone two days ago and declared it her property for the next week. In return, Dano devised retaliation. And soon, items from her office slowly disappeared. Office furniture broke and recently, Penance had been stolen. The war had begun.

Sister Ann strolled into class, head held high, shoulders back and dressed in black. She glared and snarled like a wild beast on the hunt. Today she decided not to teach, but to lecture. “Class, we have some depressing news today.” She stepped into the center of the room, all eyes on her. “Apparently, some students decided to steal something that belonged to me. An act of disrespect not only to me, and the school, but to all of you as well.” She patrolled the aisle of desks, overlooking each student as she passed trying to detect the guilty party.

“What was stolen?” Amy asked.

Sister Ann’s face scrunched up tighter than an elastic band ball. She turned to Amy, who gazed up with innocent eyes. She turned away to one of the boys. “I think we all know what was stolen from me. But for those of you who don’t know, Penance has been taken.”

“You mean the ruler that you named?” Emmett asked from the back of the class, ambient snickers broke out from around the classroom. She gazed around, silencing the laughs.

“It is the device which I use to punish naughty students like you.” She pointed her index finger out at the boy.

“Isn’t it illegal to use corporal punishment in schools?” Tom inquired from the corner of the classroom. Several students nodded their head, agreeing with the question.

“Why do you think one of us took it?” Sean asked

“We wouldn’t steal it. It’s wrong to take things that don’t belong do you.” Julian added, grinning with power. She had stolen his cell phone, and he wanted it back.

“I expect what is mine will be returned by the end of the day. And if isn’t, I will punish each one of you myself until I find out who took it, and God help the person who stole that ruler from me. Yes. I will make that person suffer even worse.” Sister Ann turned her back to the classroom and started the lesson of the day. Her messaged was received loud and clear. And tomorrow, Sister Ann strikes back.

2

Julian’s rebellion met afterschool to plan their next strike against Sister Ann. Her threat rang out across the group, who feared her wrath. She seldom provided idle threats, but even the students had not seen the full extent of how far she was willing to go. Even Julian, whose welts on his hands have faded, wondered what tomorrow had in store for them. The six students met at his house after school, under the guise of preparing for an exam. His parents allowed the group use of the basement. Because Julian earned mostly A’s in school, an occasional B popped up from time to time on the report card, his parents trusted the group was studying and not fooling around. Most parents would presume a coed group of 16 year olds might abuse the lack of supervision.

“How do we continue striking back at her?” Julian asked

“Don’t you think we’ve already gone too far? She seemed pissed today?” Sean asked

“It just means we are getting under her skin. What we are doing is working. We have to keep pushing back” Julian said, trying to rally his force of students.

“I agree if we back down, she’s just gonna know she can do whatever she wants to us” Emmett added.

“How long till Mrs. O’Brien is coming back?” Sean asked

“Three more weeks. We have to hold on for three more weeks.” Julian replied. “We need to strike her where it hurts most. We return her ruler back to her desk like she asked, but broken in half or something.”

“She’d flip out.” Emmett added.

“Yes, she would.” Julian responded with a grin. He wanted Sister Ann to feel it. A nail to the heart.

“How do we get back into her office, we were almost caught the first time.” Sean asked.

“Our Speedster Emmett will slip in with the ruler. During class. He asks for a bathroom break, and he slips in and out of her office. It’s perfect. Sister Ann will be in the classroom, so her office will be wide open.” Julian gazed around at his conspirators. “And while he’s doing his mission. The rest of us just need continue being a pain. Between stuff being stolen from her office, her prized ruler being broken and annoying students, she will quit. We may even get a better sub.”

The group continued discussing plans for the next day at class for the rest of the evening. They decided no matter what Sister Ann conjured up for revenge, they would stand their ground. No emotion, no fear. Sister Ann, one way or the other, would leave them alone. Deep down, the group knew she was not going down without a fight.

“He’s going to get us into a lot of trouble” Sean said to the group while Julian went upstairs for snacks and drinks. “She hasn’t been so bad”

“I mean I don’t hate her like Julian does, but she’s just not a great teacher” Emmett responded.

“I think he’s gonna go too far. We should just return the ruler in one piece and the three weeks will fly back till O’Brien is back.” Sean looked around at the group. His wisdom and voice of reason could not be overlooked. Julian was begging for trouble. In a student versus teacher battle, the student seldom won. They knew that. But they also had loyalty to Julian, and if his plan worked and Sister Ann stopped being a pain, their lives would become considerably easier. For now, the decided to ignore Sean’s plea regardless of the consequences.

3

Sister Ann marched into class holding a metallic ruler, 18 inches long, and slapped it across her hand eager to strike. She intended to strike fear into the students. She never lied, and her ruler was still missing. She stopped into the middle of the class as she did every day. Unlike the wooden ruler, the metallic one would leave a mark. The sharp corners intended to slice and dice bare skin. Poke an eye out if necessary. Until this point, a few whacks on the wrists or hands seemed sufficient, but these students were devious.

“Last chance, anyone want to confess to stealing my ruler and return it?” She glanced out at sixteen sets of eyes. “Last chance.” She restated. After several seconds, tension built, nerves exploded. Everyone in the class knew she would strike fast. “Okay, since no one confessed. You will all be spending the rest of the week with me after class.” A sigh from the whole class, whispers between friends.

“But I have sports practice.” Protested a student.

“I have a doctor’s appointment that can’t be rescheduled.” Yelled another.

“And!” Sister Ann continued, not allowing the pleas of the students to affect her. “You will each receive strokes with this ruler on your wrist each day after class.”

“What?” The entire class asked in unison.

4

Sean turned to Julian in the back of the classroom, his whole body visibly shaking. “I can’t do this. You need to tell her.”

“No, we have to keep fighting.” Julian replied.

“It’s over. You seriously going to let her do this to everyone?”

“She will give up. She’s bluffing.”

“Dude, you need to tell her, or I will” Sean stood firm. He would tell on his friend unless Julian spoke first. They stared at each other, trying to determine who would break. Sean’s fear of pain and detention won. Sean Smiled, knowing his friend would take the blame for the group.

Julian stood up from his desk taking in a deep breath to calm his nerves. Heads turned to face him in the back of the classroom. Besides, he still thought he could win the war. He knew Sister Ann would punish him, severely in fact, but Sean was right.

“I took your ruler” Julian spoke in a confident, if not quiet, voice.

“Come up to the front of the classroom young man. Bring your backpack.”

Julian expected to be suspended. Normally a student would never grab their backpack except in dire situations. He grabbed his backpack and sauntered to the front of the room. Her eyes beat down from above.

“Empty your backpack” She ordered.

“What? Why?”

“I want my ruler back. I want to see what’s in your bag.”

“I don’t... have it on me” Julian replied.

“Empty your bag, now.” She moved closer, raising her ruler slightly.

Julian emptied his pack, placing the books and binders on her desk. Even the spare penny floating at the bottom found light and landed on the teacher’s desk. After removing everything, he flipped the back inside out, showing her, or proving to her, the ruler wasn’t there. Sister Ann snarled.

“I want my ruler. Apparently I need to strip search you as well.”

“I told you I don’t have it on me.”

“And I told you that I need to strip search you to make sure. Do you have a problem listening?”

“Do you have a problem teaching?”

“Excuse me?”

“You seem to enjoy putting down 16 year old students in order to make yourself feel superior don’t you?” The students watched in shock and awe as the two titans of war went at it, neither giving in. If Sister Ann hoped for a quick victory, those hopes were quickly shattered. “Besides, you can’t strip search me. Only someone of the same gender can do that.” Julian knew his rights, and even felt proud at standing up to Sister Ann.

Sister Ann prepared her move. A chess game between the two, equally matched, light versus dark, good against evil. She turned to the class. “Well class, since Julian is being difficult, my original order stands. You will all know have two weeks detention, in addition to, an introduction to this beautiful shiny new metal ruler.” Sister Ann turned to Julian and smiled – A well-played move by a professional. “Everyone except Julian. He will not have detention.”

The classroom erupted in both anger and frustration. She successfully turned the class against Julian, because peer pressure works well. Very well. She grinned and nodded to Julian (Your move). Their eyes connected. He sighed, and reached for his New York Giants T-shirt, and pulled it over his head, placing it next to his belongings on the desk.

“That’s more like it. Hand me each article of clothing before placing it on the desk. I want to closely inspect them.” The girls, and some of the boys, edged forward in their seat, witnessing an unseen classroom event. A boy stripping. A decent looking boy in fact. Though he was a slender boy, with a crew cut – he had biceps and abs.

The shoes and socks followed. She examined each item with meticulous care. His bare feet froze on the tile floor as he reached for his jeans. “Can I keep my boxers on?” he asked as he handed her his pants. She examined each pocket, turning them inside out, before reaching through each pant-leg with her arms.

“Still haven’t found my ruler.” She placed the jeans onto the pile of items belonging to Julian. She paced behind the boy, admiring the boxer-clad boy. With the index finger of her left hand, she reached into the waistband of his undershorts, pulling it back several inches. She tucked the ruler under her arm, and grabbed the waistband with her right hand. She then plunged her left hand into his boxers, while admiring the pair of butt cheeks that came into view. Her hand slid across each cheek during the inspection, before removing the hand.

Using a similar technique, she kept the index finger of her right hand in the waistband as she circled around the boy to his front-side. Her finger dragged across his waist as she moved. She stopped in front of him, and pulled the front of his boxers out inches from his body. The base of the boy’s penis came into view. Julian barely had an ounce of fat on him. A clean visible V-line descended from his core. She could tell he freshly shaved his pubic hair. She pulled the shorts back another inch, increasing her view of his flaccid penis. She looked back into the boys eyes, as if to say, ‘I won, and now here is my prize. I get to see your junk.’

“I think these shorts may need to come off too.” She said. Julian knew at this point it was hopeless to put up any more resistance. The fact that he was standing in the middle of class in his underwear with all eyes on him proved that point.

“Wait!” A cry from the back off the class room. Emmett stood up, reaching into his bag and pulling out the broken wooden ruler – Penance. “I have your ruler. Julian shouldn’t have to strip for this.” Emmett walked up to the front of the classroom with the ruler.

“And why didn’t you come forward when I asked earlier?” She asked.

“I – Don’t know.”

To be fair, even if Julian had not come forward, she would have still suspect he stole it. Hell, even with Emmett coming forward, she blamed Julian for probably coming up with the idea. “Making another student take the blame for you – Cowardly act young man.”

Emmett begged for leniency with his baby-blue eyes, what most would consider the puppy-dog eye routine. His blue eyes and black pompadour hair style made him a hit with the girls of the school, even some of the older woman as well. “I should be punished too. Julian doesn’t deserve this.”

“Oh don’t worry, you will be equally punished.” She glanced back down, her finger still holding on to Julian’s boxers, taking a final peak at his penis. She let go. “Stand there. Place your hands behind your back.” She walked over to Emmett. “I’ve still had several items go missing from my office. I think you also need to be stripped searched.” She looked up to the classroom. “Anyone else want to admit to being a part of these boys conspiracy? Speak now. If I find out later you were involved the punishment will be much worse.”

Sean sunk into the back of his seat, eyes darting to his desk, trying to avoid attention at all costs. He glanced over at Tom to his left and then Bryan and Casey to his right. Would any of the other six stand up? Would they share the blame? Sean’s guilt burned in his stomach. His muscles grew weak as sweat poured from his head. It was not fair for Julian and Emmett to take all the blame, but then again, life is not fair.

“It was just us.” Julian spoke, breaking the silence of the room. Emmett nodded to affirm.

“Are you sure? I still have your phone Julian. Maybe I should check your messages? Or call home to see if you’ve had anyone over recently?”

The other four boys slouched in their chair. Surely she would not check his phone. And none of them had sent anything incriminating. A few moments passed, before three more stood up in an ‘I am Spartacus’ moment, taking blame for the situation. And over the course of moments, one boy ready for punishment became five. Everyone but Sean had stood. Her eyes widened with anticipation. The gasps from the classroom only intensified that feeling. The girls in the classroom could not believe the vents about to unfold. Sister Ann’s lucky day. And the power of war passed back into her hands. Sister Ann had struck back.

5

Sean peered over the person seated in front of him, watching each friend stroll up to the room. He decided then and there that he would not allow himself to be called to the front of the room and embarrassed. No way, no how. He knew for a while they would be pissed at him; they may even ignore him, but they would come around. Sean raised his hand, and for a brief moment, his five friends thought he would admit to his role. They were mistaken; “Sister Ann, may I use the rest room?” he asked. Julian stared at him from the front, solid uninterrupted eye contact. Sean looked away.

“And miss all this fun?” Sister Ann responded.

“I really need to go.”

“Fine, but be back in time for the main event ok?”

“I’ll be sure to be back in time.” Sean stood up from his desk, head down and avoiding the stares of his friends as he left the classroom. Sister Ann turned her attention back to the boys.

6

Sister Ann turned her attention back to the five boys who stood before her. Julian clutched his arms around his torso and shivered. Soon the other four boys would be down to their underwear, or worse as Julian feared. To be honest, she was most excited about seeing Emmett strip. Emmett had all the boyish charms and the masculine confidence that most woman enjoyed. “I still need to strip search you Emmett.”

Emmett repeated the process, stripping off one article of clothing at a time and handing Sister Ann each article of clothing for inspection. After several minutes, Emmett stood in his pair of American-Eagle boxer briefs – a white pair covered with green four-leaf clovers. Whispers of gossip could be heard in the classroom; Emmett tried his best to keep his head up and looking forward. Most of the class, yes even the boys, darted their attention to his briefs. His boxer-briefs were not the pair that descended halfway down the leg, no, these were trunks that were slightly longer than tighty-whities.

“You know why I enjoy a boy in briefs?” Sister Ann asked the class, but started talking before anyone could answer. “Very tough for a boy to conceal anything in them. Quite revealing. Excellent for a strip search.” She looked down at the boy, walking behind him – in the same way she did to Julian. She plucked her index finger into the waistband of his underwear, pulling them back, and seeing firm and perfectly rounded butt cheeks, if not small in comparison to Julian’s. She ran her finger around the waistband as she moved into front of him, her finger running across the smooth, freshly shaven crotch area. She pulled the briefs back and down, taking in the view of his genitals from above. Julian, standing less than a foot away from his friend, took a slight peek down at his friend. All boys that age peek – comparing their sizes to each other – subtle of course, no staring.

She turned her attention Casey, who stood at the opposite end of the line. Sister Ann was surprised Casey participated in the conspiracy; he generally kept quiet, and seldom caused trouble. Casey seemed nerdier, and less of a jock, like the rest of the boys standing in front of the classroom. Shorter and skinnier too.

“I think you should be next, come over here and stand next to Emmett. Let’s see if you are hiding anything.”

Casey walked to the middle of the line offering little resistance or attitude. He knew what he did was wrong. Embarrassed, definitely, but he felt he earned that feeling. His jeans feel to his ankles, struggling to remove them from his legs. His muscles struggled to respond by the fatigue of war. His underwear left virtually nothing to the imagination, a silkier pair of expensive Tighty-whities – Calvin Klein. The fabric perfectly cradled each butt cheek. His penis, though flaccid, jutted out and almost see through. She could tell he was circumcised through his undies. She smiled. Casey’s hands instinctively moved to cover his crotch from her gaze. His butt however, was free viewing for the classroom behind.

“Don’t think we need to check inside your undies, we would be able to spot a dime if they were hidden in there.” She pursed her eyebrows up. “This is why I love teaching” she spoke now to the class. “For valuable lessons like today.” She looked back at Casey; “Keep your hands at your side like Emmett and Julian.” She knew this order would partially shame Casey. As soon as his hands moved away, his penis instantly became visible again – boy did she love a good pair of tighty whities.

Julian peaked over to his right, and was impressed by Casey’s bulge. For a nerdy kid, he could fill the briefs well. Not quite as well as he or Emmett could, but fairly well. He looked back, not wanting his attention or eyes to be noticed by anyone. He wondered what would be instore for his rebellious group. His thoughts turned to those of being stripped down, completely naked and forced to bear all to the classroom. He quickly pushed those imagines aside – no way would the school allow that, right? During the time he trapped himself in his own mind, Tom and Bryan had been stripped to their boxer-shorts. All five boys now stood essentially naked.

7

Sister Ann grabbed the ruler from under her arm, whooshing it through the air and occasionally slapping it against her bar hand. The boys winced at the sound the ruler made with bare skin. She paced behind them, trying to see which butt needed to be spanked first. “Place your hands behind your heads and keep them there no matter what.” She instructed. Each boy followed her instructions. She stopped pacing behind Julian, and slapped his boxer short covered ass. He jumped forward, not expecting the blow. “Stand still boys. Step back.”

Julian stepped back into line. The boys kept their heads facing forward which kept them in the dark about her movements and if a potential swat would come to their behind. Julian felt hands grab his boxers and pull the shorts down to his ankles. Cold air rushed to his now exposed skin. He penis popped into view, fortunately his back was to the class. Another sharp whoosh echoed through the still air, this time landing on bare skin. The sharp edges of the ruler sliced into his butt, leaving a small, if not bloodied, mark.

“Not so high and mighty now.” Sister Ann lowered her head, leaning into Julian only inches above his shoulder, whispering into his ear. “Your ass is now mine.” She gave a few taps with the ruler against his butt for emphasis. She walked over to Emmett, standing behind him and repeating the process of lowering his boxer-brief trunks. His ass dazzled the classroom with perfect shape, tight, almost begging for a squeeze. His underwear dangled around his knees and she bent over to pull them down. Her eyes no inches from his behind, she reached between his thighs with the ruler, brushing his upper-legs with the ruler. She stood up, aimed the ruler and whaled on his butt. Each cheek receiving two blows, she squeezed his right check with his fingers – pinching the skin tightly. She reached far and high with the ruler, before whacking the metallic edge against his flesh with all her might. Her follow through left a mark, the corner of the ruler running across both cheeks. Emmett leaped forward, penis flopping up and down, and let out a scream.

She continued to Casey. “Those Tighty whities are coming down” she said to herself. She reached and instead of pulling them down, pulled the waistband high. Sister Ann secretly desired performing a wedgie on a boy. She pulled even higher with her hand, holding onto the waistband and she whipped the ruler down onto his upper thighs with her other hand. She barraged his upper legs with ruler strokes. She yanked higher on the briefs. His testicals begged for relief. She let go, the waistband snapped against his lower back. She reached around his body and grabbed the briefs now from the front side. He stood on his tip-toes and she yanked up, causing his balls in the process. His genitals, uncomfortably, squeezed in the mess. “Emmett, please grab a hold of his underwear here, and keep the wedgie going.”

“What? Why? That’s gonna hurt him.” Emmett begged.

“I know, that’s why I’m having you do it.” She transferred ownership of the wedgie to Emmett. Casey occasionally let out a grunt. If he stopped standing on the edge of his toes, his balls would surely scream in agony.

Sister Ann moved over to the next boy, Bryan, who was by far the shortest kid in the group at 5 foot 6 inches. His arm and leg muscles bellowed however. She placed a fingertip against his arms, feeling his muscles. “Impressive.” She whispered to him at a volume only the boys standing in the front could hear. “Overcompensating I bet though.” Tom let out a small chuckle at the comment. She snarled at Tom, moving over to him and yanking down his boxers. “Bend over and grab your ankles. Laughing at a serious situation are we?” Tom bent over, grabbing his ankles. She kicked his feet wider apart. His Balls hung for all to see. The onslaught commenced against his butt. With machine precision and stamina, the ruler landed across his butt at a cheetah pace. It sounded like a builder hammering in a nail. The metallic slap echoed and shocked the class. His butt reddened. As she finished with Tom, she aimed the ruler lower. Though a lighter stroke, a whack to the testicles is still painful. He jumped forward, standing up and cupping his balls.

“Class each of these boys will receive a thorough spanking. You will witness how boys should be punished. And Tom, you will receive another spanking after I am finished with the other boys.”

8

“You better not be wasting my time Sean” Principal Johnson said as Sean rushed to his classroom door.

“She is seriously gone mental.” Sean said as he pushed through the classroom door with the principle.

Both Sean and Johnson could not have imagined the extent of the punishment. The blank expression of disbelief on the principles face and the mix of shock, fear and slight excitement of the class witnessing the punishment spoke volumes. She had Julian over her lap, beating his butt with a ruler mercilessly. The other four boys were all stark naked standing before the class.

“What is going on here?” The principle asked, or more accurately screamed.

“I’m teaching.” A simple response back from Sister Ann. Principle Johnson could not believe the response. He raced to the front of the classroom, grabbing the ruler from her hands and a brief struggle followed.

The boys may not have won the battle, but Sean called in the reinforcements. The rebellion won the war in the end. A costly and painful victory, but a victory non the less.

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