Taught a Lesson

Taught a Lesson 3 & 4

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 3

“Now,” said his mother, “whilst the school has punished you for your actions, I have not done so yet. When I spoke to your father last night and told him what had happened, he was absolutely livid at your behaviour. I have also had conversations with Nathan and Tom’s mothers today, and I understand from them that each boy received a spanking from their fathers’ last night. It is only fair that each of you should receive the same punishment, and as your father will not be back for a few more days we have agreed that I will administer it.”

Connor’s jaw dropped. He was hoping that with his father being away he might have got away without a spanking. It was a long time since his last one; although he remembered it very well, he was 11 at the time, and had kicked his football through his father’s brand new greenhouse, breaking one of the biggest panes of glass.

“Do you have anything to say?” his mother asked.

Connor looked at his mother and shook his head.

“In that case I think we should get this over and done with as soon as possible,” she declared. “Go upstairs and get changed ready for bed, then come back down into the lounge.”

Connor got up looking very sullen and made his way upstairs; he headed into the bathroom, had a pee, a very quick wash, and brushed his teeth, before continuing into his bedroom. He took off his school clothes and put on his nightwear; a pair of boxer shorts and a tee-shirt. Connor looked gloomily at himself in the mirror and sighed; “Oh well, I’d better get this over with.”

He went back downstairs and into the lounge where his mother and sisters were watching TV. His mother looked up as he entered; “Shall we get on with it then?” she said.

Connor looked at his mother and nodded.

“Very well then,” said his mother, turning off the television, “please take off your tee-shirt.”

“What about Kirsten and Jemma?” Connor said apprehensively, taking off his tee-shirt, “you can’t do this with them still around?”

“Kirsten and Jemma are staying put,” said their mother. “Now take off your boxer shorts.”

Connor stared at his mother with a look of even greater disbelief on his face.

“I’m waiting,” said his mother sounding a little impatient.

“But I can’t,” implored Connor, looking directly at his mother, “they can’t see me naked,” he said, pointing at his sisters.

“Yes you can,” retorted his mother sounding even more impatient, “you have brought this situation on yourself, so do as you are told before I really get angry with you.”

Connor looked at his sisters, then at his mother and with a shake of his head he pulled down his boxer shorts and stepped out of them naked, holding his hands in front of his groin.

“Please take your hands away from your front and put them on your head,” said his mother.

Looking completely defeated Connor did as he was told and revealed his cock and balls and his patch of curly pubic hair. Kirsten and Jemma gasped at him and smiled. This was the first time they had seen their teenage brother naked.

Connor went bright red as he stood naked in front of his mother and sisters.

“Okay,” said his mother, “you are to receive 12 spanks. To ensure that you are completely shamed by this experience the punishment will be delivered by Kirsten and Jemma who will give you six spanks each.”

Connor wondered if he could ever feel any more embarrassed than at this particular moment in his life.

“Are you ready girls?” asked their mother, “who is going first?”

Kirsten stepped forward; “I’m going to start and then Jemma is going to do her six,” she said.

“Okay Connor, bend over,” ordered Kirsten. ‘Connor reluctantly did as he was told. Smack!’ Connor felt a painful blow to his backside, ‘Smack!’, ‘Smack!’, ‘Smack!’, ‘Smack!’.

“Ow, ouch!” came a muffled yelp, as his bottom stung from the spanking Kirsten was giving him.

‘Smack!’ That was Kirsten’s six, now it was her sister’s turn.

Connor reached behind him and rubbed his tender bottom as Jemma swapped places with her sister.

‘Smack!’, ‘Smack!’, ‘Smack!’, “Ouch!” yelled Connor again. Jemma may only have been 10-years-old but she was capable of delivering quite a hard slap.

‘Smack!’, ‘Smack!’, ‘Smack!’ Jemma dispensed Connor’s final spank to his now very red and smarting backside.

Connor straightened up in some discomfort and rubbed his bottom ruefully. As he did so Kirsten let out a cry of amazement; “Look at his willy,” she exclaimed.

“Oh wow!” shrieked Jemma excitedly.

The spanking that he had just received had caused an involuntary reaction in his groin, and to his complete horror Connor was standing there with his cock fully erected and sticking out in front of him in full view of his sisters and mother. His face went scarlet; this really was now the most embarrassing moment of his life.

“Thank you Kirsten, thank you Jemma, for delivering the punishment to your brother,” their mother said. “Connor I hope you understand now the consequences of your actions and that it will make you think twice before you do anything like that again in the future, and now I think it is time for bed. Goodnight.”

Connor said goodnight to his mother and sisters, picked up his boxer shorts and tee-shirt from the floor and headed quickly for the lounge door with his hard cock bobbing up and down as he walked, much to the amusement of Kirsten and Jemma.

He ran up the stairs into his room and shut the door. He put his boxer shorts and tee-shirt back on, switched off the light and climbed into bed. As he lay there under the duvet with his backside still throbbing, his thoughts returned to yesterday’s incident and he wondered why he had been such an idiot.

Tomorrow the news of his naked spanking by his sisters; and of him getting a boner would almost certainly be all over the school, once Kirsten tells all her friends. He would be the laughing stock of the school. “I’m never going to get into trouble again,” he vowed to himself, “this is one lesson I am not going to forget.” He closed his eyes and in a matter of minutes had fallen asleep.

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Kirsten climbed into bed, switched off the light on her bedside cabinet and lay there under the duvet thinking. Less than an hour had passed since she had seen her 14-year-old brother standing in the front room naked. Connor had got into trouble at school and as part of his punishment her mother had unexpectedly let her and Jemma, her 10-year-old sister give him a spanking; at the end of which he had ended up sporting a boner in front of them.

She conjured up a picture of that in her mind and smiled to herself at her brother’s embarrassment. She had really enjoyed seeing her brother naked, something she hadn’t witnessed since they were much younger and used to be bathed together. Now though he was a teenager and had grown up considerably; he had hairs above his cock and was actually quite good looking she thought.

As she lay there she smiled to herself. What had happened had been most unexpected, but at the same time had been a very exciting experience for her and Jemma. She enjoyed spanking her brother’s naked bottom, and would have liked him to have stayed around longer after she had finished so that she could have had a really good look at his hard cock. She closed her eyes and was on the brink of drifting off to sleep when she suddenly opened them again; an idea had just popped into her head. She smiled again and chuckled to herself;

“Now that would be really awesome,” she thought.

With her mind completely focussed on her idea, she fell asleep.

Part 4

The next morning Kirsten was awake early and was already down in the kitchen having breakfast when Connor appeared.

Connor was also up early and was hoping to avoid any contact with anyone else, before slipping off quietly to school. He hadn’t bargained on seeing Kirsten which was quite obvious by the scowl that had appeared on his face.

“Hi Connor,” said Kirsten, as her brother entered the kitchen.

Connor briefly acknowledged Kirsten, before grabbing hold of the cereal packet and pouring himself a bowl full of cornflakes; splashing milk over the top of them, and which he then proceeded to eat with his head bowed down, avoiding any eye contact with his sister.

“What’s the matter with you this morning?” Kirsten asked; “you seem to be a bit uptight about something.”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” muttered Connor, glaring at Kirsten. He was still feeling acutely embarrassed about what had happened the previous evening, and did not feel like being particularly communicative towards his sister.

“Oh, ok,” said Kirsten, “it hasn’t got anything to do with last night then?”

“No,” said Connor, looking increasingly irritated.

“That’s ok then,” replied Kirsten.

He continued munching his way through his bowl of cereal, trying to ignore his sister.

“Connor,” Kirsten uttered

“What?” he answered.

“I think you have a really nice cock,” she replied.

Connor looked up from his cornflakes, and stared at his sister in complete amazement, before going red and hastily getting up from the table.

A few moments later and there was the sound of the front door slamming, as Connor headed out of the house.

As he made his way to school he was dreading the reaction he would receive. First of all there were all the girls who had watched him, Nathan and Tom in the changing rooms the day before. That had been embarrassing enough, especially when he had emerged from the showers and ended up with a boner. He wondered what sort of response he would get from the girls to that; then once his sister got to school and revealed what had happened to him at home the previous evening, he was convinced he would become the laughing stock of the whole school. He shook his head;

“Why me?” he asked himself; “how could I have been so stupid?” He cursed his luck.

He arrived at the school gates, and inhaled deeply. He really wasn’t looking forward to today. It was Friday and the end of the school week, a day that he normally relished, as it meant the weekend loomed ahead; still he figured, life couldn’t get any more awkward and humiliating than it was already. He walked through the gates, looked around him and waited for the comeback.

Connor continued past a group of girls who giggled as he walked past. He quickened his pace and strode past them, only to bump into another group from whom he received a similar reception. He tried to ignore them; however they were more vociferous than his previous encounter;

“Hi Connor,” one of them called out, “you’re looking a little overdressed today.”

“Hey Connor,” yelled another; “show us your willy.”

Connor went a shade of red for the second time that morning, and moved quickly on towards his classroom block, where he hoped he would be able to avoid any more unwelcome comments. As he reached the block he saw Nathan and Tom waiting outside, and this gave him a little boost. He smile and greeted his friends.

The bell sounded for the start of school and the three of them entered their classroom, where they were subjected to a series of wolf whistles and a few cheers from the girls in their class. Looking more than a little embarrassed they headed straight for their desks and sat down.

Morning registration took place, and the boys began their classes for the day; Maths to begin with, followed by Geography. Nothing untoward took place during those lessons and the three of them kept a very low profile at mid-morning break. Next up was double Science which consisted of Chemistry and Physics, neither of which the boys were particularly keen on, but they got through it and actually found the practical parts of the Chemistry lesson quite interesting.

At lunchtime the three friends made their way to the canteen, and having bought their lunches noticed that their usual table was already occupied, so instead made their way to an unobtrusive table in the corner of the dining hall where they were able to sit and chat together and enjoy their food in peace and quiet. In spite of this Connor kept glancing around him, uneasily expecting at any moment to be subjected to ridicule from any number of unknown girl assailants. To his enormous surprise and relief this did not happen and he left the canteen to begin afternoon school feeling slightly more reassured and much happier.

After registration it was English, followed by History. Both lessons passed by without incident and at 3.45pm when the bell sounded for the end of afternoon school, and also for the end of the week, Connor was feeling much more relieved and confident. He left the classroom and headed for the main gate, scanning his route for potential disruptions, as he walked he found himself outside of school and on his way home.

He arrived home, opened the front door and went upstairs to his bedroom. He threw his schoolbag down in the corner and fell onto his bed, letting out a huge sigh of relief, and allowing a smile to spread across his face. Today had gone much better than he had anticipated; he had experienced a few comments, but no-where near the amount he had been expecting; and it seemed that Kirsten hadn’t told anyone about what had happened to him the previous evening. It was now the start of the weekend and he was hoping that he could finally put behind him what had been an extremely difficult and embarrassing week.

A little while later he heard the front door bang again, and voices coming up the stairs as Kirsten and Jemma arrived home. Connor listened to hear if they had anything interesting to say, which they didn’t as they peeled off to their respective rooms. He had a small amount of homework to do, which was actually much less than he would normally have for a weekend; His geography teacher had been off sick, his French teacher had set some verbs to learn which were very straightforward, and his Science teacher had just asked for his class to write up the chemistry experiment they had done earlier.

All-in-all it took around 40 minutes for Connor to finish his homework, as opposed to the 2-3 hours it usually took, so he was very happy indeed and by the time his mum had arrived home and called him and his sisters down for tea everything was complete. He was very pleased at this as it meant he now had the whole weekend to himself without the worry of having to do his homework hanging over him.

The four of them sat down to their tea; Connor, Kirsten, Jemma and their mum, which consisted of pizza and salad. The two girls as usual chatted away to their mother about school and what they had got up to during the day. Connor tended to ignore what his sisters said at mealtimes as it was usually all about them and had little or no impact on him or his plans whatsoever.

“Mum,” said Kirsten, enquiringly.

“Yes dear,” replied her mother.

“Can I have a sleepover next weekend?”

“Hmmm,” said her mother. “Possibly; I’m not entirely sure what I will be doing next weekend yet, and I may not know until the middle of the week.”

Their mother worked for a PR company which quite often involved doing things at short notice. Generally that was okay, as (in spite of Connor’s recent misdemeanour) she could rely on her children to behave, but leaving them unsupervised with several other children was not something she was terribly keen on.

“Provisionally then ‘yes’,” said their mother, “but I would have to confirm it. Who are you inviting by the way?”

“It would just be Angela, Karen and Laura, Kirsten announced, smiling expectedly at her mother,

“Well I’m sure that will be okay,” said her mother, “but I will let you know for definite at the beginning of next week.”

Kirsten smiled; she was getting to know her mother very well, and as she hadn’t said ‘no’ outright, it was almost guaranteed that her request would be agreed to. She glanced across at her brother who had deliberately not been listening to the conversation that was taking place, and smiled again. She was now quietly confident that her plan for the weekend would come to fruition, and if it did it would be awesome.

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