Taught a Lesson

Taught a Lesson 2

By Nevergrowup
nevergrowup2015@hotmail.com

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Part 2

Miss Goodwin turned her head towards Connor, “Well you were very keen to see inside them through the window yesterday, so now you are going to have the opportunity to see them properly, now move inside.” The tone of her voice had become much sharper, and the boys decided they had best not do anything else to antagonise her, so they quickly followed her into the girls’ changing rooms.

As they entered they saw that all of the girls were changed into their PE kit, and were sitting on the wooden benches of the changing room, with their school clothes hanging from pegs.

“Come along, over here,” said Miss Goodwin, indicating to the boys where they should go. As the boys followed where she was pointing they noticed three empty pegs in the centre of the changing room. “These are yours for today,” Miss Goodwin announced, “now come on, hurry up and get changed.”

Connor, Nathan and Tom stared at her in total disbelief.

“Boys, I am not going to tell you again. Mr Trimble told you to expect to be punished today, and your mothers have all agreed to you being disciplined in this way. Now for the last time GET CHANGED.”

The three boys did as they were told and immediately started to get changed; they took off their blazers and undid their ties, then removed their shoes and socks and began to undo the buttons on their shirts.

PE was done with two classes together; there were equal numbers of 15 boys’ and girls’ in each class so there were 30 girls’ watching the boys as they got undressed. All of the girls had been told what was going to happen, and their parents had received e-mails from the school informing them also; giving them the opportunity to withdraw their daughter from the class if they didn’t agree. Needless to say all of the girls were present.

As the boys took off their shirts so several of the girls smiled at seeing their naked torsos.

Connor opened his sports bag to take out his PE kit and as he did so a look of complete horror came over his face. He turned to Nathan and Tom and said; “It’s not there.”

“What’s not there?” Tom asked.

“My PE kit,” said Connor. “I checked it last night and it was definitely there, but it’s not there now”.

Nathan and Tom opened their sports bags and both of them looked at Connor with the same expressions.

“Mine’s missing as well,” Nathan muttered.

“And mine,” said Tom.

As they stood looking at each other in dismay they heard Miss Goodwin’s voice; “Boys what is going on? Why aren’t you changed yet?”

“Please Miss, we don’t have our PE kits,” stuttered Connor, “Mine was there when I checked last night, but now it’s gone, and Nathan’s and Toms’ are missing as well.”

“Well boys, I’m afraid I am starting to lose patience with you,” Miss Goodwin barked in a loud voice. “If you don’t have your PE kit with you then you will have to do it in your underwear, now take off your trousers this instant.”

The boys undid their trousers and took them off straightaway; all three of them wore briefs and there was the unmistakable bulge visible at the front. The girls’ watching all now had smiles on their faces as they stared at the boys, each of whom had gone bright red with embarrassment.

The girls headed out of the changing room towards the sports hall with the boys following behind. Once inside they discovered that the lesson for that afternoon was gymnastics and so the boys spent a highly humiliating half an hour running up and down the sports hall doing vaulting, skipping, forward and backward rolls, star jumps and rope climbing. They were extremely conscious that all they were wearing was a pair of briefs and that the outline of their bulges were on view to all of the girls.

At last it was the end of the lesson. Connor, Nathan and Tom couldn’t wait to get back to the changing room, get their school clothes back on and get away from the sports block as fast as they could.

“Once all the equipment has been put away girls please go back to the changing rooms and get changed as quickly as you can,” Miss Goodwin called out. “Boys please wait here until the girls are changed.”

“Well that was really embarrassing,” said Tom after Miss Goodwin had left the sports hall.

“Yeah, it was,” agreed Nathan.

“I still can’t work out what happened to our PE kits though,” said Connor, “it’s a real mystery.”

They stood by the entrance to the sports hall and waited for Miss Goodwin to call them through to get changed. “I can’t wait to get out of here,” muttered Tom.

“Okay boys,” called Miss Goodwin, “you can return to the changing rooms now.”

The three boys swiftly left the sports hall and dashed into the changing rooms where they found the girls all changed back into their school uniforms again and sitting waiting for them. The boys grabbed their trousers off the pegs and were about to put them on again when they heard Miss Goodwin say; “Err boys, what are you doing?”

Connor turned to face her and replied, “We’re getting changed Miss.”

“Haven’t you forgotten something?” Miss Goodwin asked.

Connor looked at her perplexed, wondering what she meant.

“You haven’t showered.” Miss Goodwin stated.

Connor stared back at her open-mouthed as though he had completely misheard what she had just said; and glanced at Nathan and Tom who were looking equally dumbfounded.

“But, but ...” Connor started to speak.

“Enough,” Miss Goodwin uttered loudly. “I have already explained to you once this afternoon about your punishment, now do as you are told or it will be necessary to contact your mothers again and then you will suffer the consequences.”

The boys looked around them at the faces of the girls who were all staring at them, smiling in eager anticipation about what was about to happen.

The boys didn’t move, they were gripped by a sudden fear and stood still, frozen to the spot. This was turning into some sort of worst nightmare. Connor thought back to yesterday and wished now that he hadn’t had been so foolish. His stupid prank had spectacularly backfired and now he and his two friends were in this highly embarrassing situation as a result.

He was stunned back into the present by Miss Goodwin’s voice; “Boys, I am going to count to 10 and if you are not stripped and in the showers by then, you are going to be in deep trouble.”

The three boys stared at each other as Miss Goodwin started counting; “1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9,”

On the count of ‘9’ Connor suddenly pulled down his briefs revealing his cock and balls and his short curly pubic hair. The girls squealed with excitement as he dashed past them, his cock flapping around as he ran, and made for the shower. He was closely followed by Nathan and Tom.

“10,” said Miss Goodwin, with a smile on her face. She had also enjoyed the panic on the three boys’ faces as they ran naked towards the showers.

As the boys showered in the communal showers so the girls crowded around, trying to see the boys naked. The boys in contrast were trying to avoid showing off their private parts to the girls, however their hands couldn’t be everywhere and the girls got a pretty good view of them in their raw state.

The boys discovered that the showers were far more modern than those in the boys’ changing rooms and as such delivered hot water rather than the lukewarm water that they were used to, and at a much higher pressure that felt stimulating and invigorating on their bodies. As they stood there with the hot water flowing over their naked bodies they found that they had relaxed and were actually enjoying the experience.

The bell sounded for the end of afternoon school; however the boys didn’t hear it as they were still in the showers. After about 10 minutes the water was suddenly turned off and they heard Miss Goodwin’s voice; “Come on boys, get out of those showers you have been in there quite long enough.”

The boys emerged from the showers dripping wet to discover that it was now the end of the school day, but also that most of the girls were still in the changing rooms; only those that had needed to catch the school bus home had left. The warm water had also had an effect on their lower regions and to their further discomfort they realised that they were now sporting semi-hard cocks. Connor though to his even greater embarrassment was exhibiting a full-blown boner, and was having great difficulty shielding it from the curious staring eyes of the girls.

To compound their humiliation they realised as they returned back to their changing positions that they didn’t have any towels; and so stood there, still dripping wet with their hands covering their private parts whilst one of the girls was sent to the laundry room to collect some towels for them. With many of the girls still watching, the boys dried themselves off and then put their school uniforms back on again.

Finally they were fully dressed and were able to leave the changing rooms; as it was the end of school the boys made their way to the school gate, there they separated and headed for their individual homes.

It was getting on for 5 o’clock when Connor finally arrived home; he went straight up to his room, hurled his schoolbag down, took his blazer off and threw himself onto his bed. As he lay there he reflected on what had been probably the most embarrassing day of his entire life, he was certainly glad that it was over and he was now home.

“Connor, Connor ... Connor wake up!”

“Urghhh, what’s up?” Connor replied sitting up suddenly. He looked ahead and saw his mother standing over the bed in front of him.

“Connor, dinner’s ready,” said his mother.

“What time is it?” he asked.

“It’s just gone ten past 6,” replied his mother, “You must have fallen asleep, now get up and come downstairs.”

A few minutes later a slightly bleary-eyed Connor appeared in the kitchen. “Hello sleepy-head” said Jemma, his 10-year-old sister.

“Nice of you to join us,” retorted Kirsten his 13-year-old sister sarcastically.

Connor sat down at the table and his mother placed a plate of steak and kidney pie, new potatoes and peas in front of him. He ate his meal quietly without speaking to either of his sisters or his mother. His sisters as usual chattered away throughout, telling their mother what they had done at school during the day. When he had finished his meal he asked to be excused.

“Yes Connor,” his mother replied, “you may leave the table, however I need to speak to you. Do you have any homework that needs to be completed this evening?”

“Yes Mum,” answered Connor.

“Okay, well go and do that now,” said his mother; “when you have completed it please let me know and I will come and talk to you.”

Connor got down from the table and went upstairs to his room. He didn’t have much homework to do, just some Maths which he found very easy and a couple of Science problems which were also very straightforward. He looked at his watch and saw that it had taken him less than an hour to complete his homework. He put his books away and went back downstairs to let his mother know that he had finished.

He entered the lounge and saw his mother was watching TV along with his sisters. When she saw him she got up from her chair and motioned for him to go outside. “We need to talk,” she said; “let’s go into the kitchen.” Connor followed his mother into the kitchen and the two of them sat down at the kitchen table.

“Well I hope you found your punishment at school today suitably embarrassing” his mother said.

“Yes Mum,” replied Connor, “I don’t think I have ever felt so humiliated with all those girls’ watching us get undressed.”

“Now you know how those poor girls must have felt, with the three of you spying on them getting undressed and showering.” His mother scolded.

“And my PE kit’s been stolen,” Connor announced.

“What do you mean, stolen?” questioned his mother.

“It was in my sports bag last night; I checked it before I went to bed, but when I got to the changing rooms and opened my bag it wasn’t there. Someone must have taken it. Nathan and Tom’s were also missing.” Connor answered.

“It hasn’t been stolen,” said his mother, “it’s in the laundry cupboard drying. I took it out of your bag after you had gone to bed last night, and Nathan and Tom’s mothers did the same. It was all part of your punishment to ensure you were made to feel as uncomfortable as possible.”

Connor looked shocked at this revelation and stared at his mother in stunned silence.

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