Matthew Gets Punished
By Richard Harling
harlingrichard@yahoo.com
Copyright 2018 by Richard Harling, all rights reserved
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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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Summary- A new approach to behaviour
management is being trialled, and Marcia has the honour of trying the
new
approach on a thirteen year old boy. For the boy, a tormenting ordeal
is on the
cards.
Matthew gets punished
Marcia Johnson almost skipped out of school
when she
was given the news yesterday. Fairview Academy had a fierce reputation
for
maintaining high standards of both behaviour and education and pupils
were very
aware of the consequences of allowing those standards to slip. Three
months
ago, Mrs Hitchens, the principal, and Mrs Dane, the head of the
behavioural
unit, devised a plan which would take the pressure off the staff and
award the
best of the senior pupils at the same time.
Three girls were chosen- it had to be girls- to
administer physical sanctions to the younger year groups. The three
girls were
Marcia, Helena and Lucie. All three had been chosen due to their own
superb
level of behaviour and academic attainment and they were all given a
short
induction. The scheme meant that they would undertake a booklet-based
training
course in the physical chastisement of children aged eleven to fourteen
and
then administer these punishments under supervision for a short period
before
being allowed to work independently. In an academy with just short of
2200
pupils, there would be reasonable opportunity for all three girls to
punish two
young people once a week and that played out to be the case. Of course,
the
girls would only be allowed to punish other girls in order to provide
the
levels of privacy and dignity that the boys required. Any punishment of
boys
was still going to be undertaken by Mr Harvie, the physical education
lead.
The conversation that Mrs Dane had with Marcia
yesterday was not one that she was ever expecting. Marcia had been the
one of
the three who had been identified as being the best at the entire
punishment
process. She had treated the girls with an appropriate level of dignity
whilst
ensuring the task was still done properly.
Marcia enjoyed the entire process of the
punishments.
The checking of the paperwork, the preparing of the room and the
punishment
itself. The training booklet was totally focussed on the chastisement
of girls,
which comprised of administering three strikes to the bare bottom with
a wooden
18 inch ruler. It wasn’t a punishment intended to leave an injury, but
it would
certainly be painful at the time and most pupils would feel discomfort
for a
few days after. It was obviously a humiliating sanction, but one which
had been
proven to be good at reducing poor behaviour once it had been
administered to a
wayward pupil. The pupils always left the room with a red bottom and an
equally
red face! The chubby Mrs Dane herself still undertook the occasional
punishment,
but she personally had got a bit bored of seeing the backsides of
girls!!
Mrs Dane decided to upscale things a little and
allow
Marcia the chance to use her skills on a male “customer”, and had
identified
one who was due to attend for punishment this week. There were many
more boys
than girls receiving punishments, so the idea of a female undertaking
it was
hoped to be a threat to the boys. The principal was on sick leave but
had
confirmed prior to then that it would be appropriate to select a boy up
to the
age of fourteen for this purpose. The principal herself would
undoubtedly have
wanted to be a witness but there would be plenty of opportunities for
that in
the months and years to come!
So, the day was here, and Marcia was all geared
up
ready for the event. The details given so far had been brief, so Mrs
Dane
filled in the seventeen year old with the rest.
“The pupil who will be coming is a thirteen
year old
boy, Matthew Somers. He is usually quite well-behaved but has been sent
for
sanction due to missing an important homework deadline. An expensive
oversight
for him!” Mrs Dane said, whilst obviously suppressing a smile. “The
actual
procedure is exactly the same as for girls, Marcia. Do you feel OK with
it?”.
Marcia was eager to do this and nodded, then
replied
“Yes, miss. I am a bit nervous though!”.
“There is no need to be nervous. The boy will
be nervous
enough as it is. Just do what you normally do and try to forget about
it being
a boy. It’s about equality!” Mrs Dane replied very positively. “As
usual, the
punishment will be done on the bare bottom. With girls, the worst part
for them
is having their underwear pulled down, which we do, but it will be a
lot worse
for a boy. If you want to, you don’t have to insist he uncovers
himself. It’s up
to how you feel.”
Mrs Dane was selling this wonderfully to
Marcia, who
was very intrigued as to exactly what young boys of his age were like
“down
there”, but she just hoped he wouldn’t put up too much of a struggle
otherwise
the punishment wouldn’t be complete. Mrs Dane had already informed
Marcia of
the fact that she, herself, had never chastised a boy before so it
would be a
learning experience for both of them.
A knock on the door interrupted their
conversation. In
walked one of the secretarial ladies to inform Mrs Dane of the boy’s
arrival.
“Thank you!” she replied, and her and Marcia ventured outside to greet
the
pupil.
Sitting there was young Matthew. A handsome
boy, with
a slim build, short dark brown hair and matching brown eyes. He looked
upset to
be there. Mrs Dane ushered him into the room and gestured towards him
to sit on
the low cushioned chair. Marcia said absolutely nothing, but she was
very aware
of a warmness in between her legs and she couldn’t help but wonder if
Mrs Dane
shared that sensation!!
As both of them sat down in the chairs facing
the boy,
Mrs Dane spoke to him in a firm but friendly manner.
“Are you aware of why you have been sent here,
Matthew?”
“Yes, miss. I didn’t hand in my geography
homework on
time”
“OK, Matthew. Most pupils know what a physical
sanction entails, is there anything you want to ask before we do this?”
“You aren’t doing it are you, miss? I thought Mr Harvie would be doing
it”
“No, Matthew. It will be me and Marcia doing it
today”
“B-b-but.....”
The boy could hardly speak and his face turned
crimson.
“Less of it, young man. It will be very
dignified. As
much as possible”
“But. Miss. I’m a boy!!”
“We are quite aware of that! We haven’t
punished a boy
in this way before, but I’m sure you have nothing that will surprise
us. Now,
less of this. I suggest you go behind the screen and prepare otherwise
we shall
just have to do this in your classroom!”
The boy was frozen in terror. In the history of
the
academy, no pupil had ever got out of a punishment no matter how
horrific it
was. He undoubtedly did not want to go through this ordeal at all-
especially
with these two females being there- but knew the threat of it being
done in his
classroom was very real.
The screen in the corner was an odd addition to
the
procedure. Pupils were allowed to undress behind there but then
expected to be
present in their underwear and then have their underwear removed. It
seemed
ridiculous that it was even there!
Marcia still hadn’t actually spoken. She just
gazed at
the boy and wondered what he would be like undressed. She didn’t have a
little
brother or any younger male cousins. She had been in relationships with
boys
before, but never on a level where she had seen one naked. Of course,
she knew
what being a boy meant physically, but had absolutely no experience of
this
kind of thing. In the past few months she had seen a fair few girls
undressed
for punishment and saw first-hand just how traumatic it was for them.
This was very
different though. Boys didn’t have the same bits down there at all. She
had
seen girls who were in various stages of development, but never a boy.
Removing
the knickers of a girl in order to punish them was totally different to
potentially soon removing the underwear of a boy.
With very teary eyes and a crimson face, the
boy stood
up and walked over to the corner and behind the screen. Marcia looked
at Mrs
Dane and the two of them gently smiled at each other. Marcia actually
felt
embarrassed for the boy but her need to see him undressed was massive.
What underwear does he wear?
Has he started puberty?
What do his private parts look like?
She knew the top question would be answered but
it was
unlikely the next two would, because he would be too resistant. She
knew she
would end up settling for seeing his bottom (which was a MASSIVE
deal!!) but
she wasn’t lucky enough to see a boy fully in the nude.
The boy could be heard crying behind the screen
as he
prepared himself for the punishment. Marcia wondered to herself how she
would
feel in his position. It made her shudder and feel a great sense of
empathy for
him. Very much in the same way that she felt sorry for the girls who
she had
made expose their vulva and backside in order to be punished. It was
very different
though. She shared the same sex as the girls which made it a bit easier
for
them.
After the sound of Velcro (shoes!) being undone
and
clothes being removed, the time was ready for the boy to appear again.
Mrs Dane
was still in firm command of him as she instructed him to hurry up and
present
himself for his punishment.
Out he stepped.
Not a word was said when he came out from
behind the
screen in just the bare minimum of clothing. He was indeed a cute boy.
The only
covering on his pale skin was a pair of royal blue briefs. The rest of
him-
from head down to toes- was nude. He had his hands strategically
positioned
over the front of his briefs as he walked over to the chair. He was
very
tearful.
Marcia looked over to the desk and saw the
wooden ruler
was there, waiting for her. She had used it so many times of the bare
backsides
of girls in that room. That could wait however. She had something else
to do
first. She really hoped she would be able to see this boy in his
entirety. The
humiliation for him would teach him a lesson that he would never
forget. The
vision of it would be educating for Marcia, who still had that
sensation, but
stronger, in her own groin. She felt positively damp down there and was
almost
aching.
Mrs Dane was also very quiet now. She was
taking in
the view of this boy in just his underwear, with his petite feet
standing on
the light grey shag of the carpet. Marcia couldn’t help but notice that
Mrs
Dane had her eyes mainly on the briefs of this young boy and she
probably was
looking forward to those coming off just as much as Marcia was! They
had this
captive boy in the room who they were about to humiliate in some way,
and also
get something out of it themselves.
It was reasonably familiar territory for
Marcia, as
she guided the boy into position. She showed him exactly where she
required him
to be in a few moments, by turning him around to face the back of the
chair. As
she did so, her eyes- and those of Mrs Dane- were able to see the back
of his
briefs. They were not an overly tight fit, and the material gathered
slightly
were the cheeks of his bottom joined. He had a very slim bottom, very
akin to
most of the younger girls Marcia had punished. She was looking forward
to
seeing his bottom.
She took hold of his shoulders and guided him
back
round to face her again. His hands were still firmly planted at his
front,
which allowed him to maintain his privacy to an extent. Marcia wanted
to end
his privacy. She wanted to remove the rest of his clothing so she could
see
what was beneath. For his punishment and for her enjoyment.
Without hesitating, she lowered herself to her
knees,
so that her eyes were now at a level with his belly button. Every bit
of him
was of the same pale, hairless, appearance. Apart from his face- that
was not pale!
His hands tightened their grip on each other
and he
was no doubt petrified of her intent. Marcia mustered up some words.
Some that
she had used before.
“I’m just going to remove your underwear now.
Put your
hands on your head”
The boy couldn’t do it. Every part of him
rejected
that call. “Nooooooo!” he cried, and gripped the top of his briefs
tightly.
This gave Marcia a new view of the very front of his underwear, and the
small
but distinct bulge his genitals formed.
It was normally at this point that the girls
would
comply and raise their hands to their heads- sobbing- while Marcia
peeled their
remaining item of clothing down, giving her an immaculate view of their
mons,
followed by their pudendum.
With her own privates now really tingling,
Marcia was
on the verge of seeing what this boy had- if only he would comply.
Watching on
was Mrs. Dane, acutely aware this boy was being too resistant. She
barked at
him to place his hands on his head.
He did so, and the crying went up a notch.
Marcia couldn’t believe this moment. She
enjoyed
removing the underwear of the girls from day one, because of the
embarrassment
it caused them and because it satisfied her curiosity as to what
different
girls had. This was a whole new thing though. She raised her hands to
the waist
level of this boy and slid the first two fingers of each hand into the
sides of
his briefs. It was very like the girls’ knicker elastic but this was no
girl.
His belly was immaculately smooth and she
wondered if
he had any hair at all on his thirteen year old body. She looked up
towards his
face once more. He didn’t give her the eye contact she wanted but she
spoke to
him regardless.
“I’m just going to remove these now, Matthew”
The last time she said that he yelled in
protest. This
time the protest was quieter, because he was a defeated boy.
Marcia glanced again at the desk, knowing soon
that
the ruler on there would soon be used on his backside. That in itself
was going
to be delightful, but this was the highlight of the morning, the week,
the
lifetime!!
She gently started to peel down his briefs,
feeling
the hardness of his bony hips as she did so. More of his flat, smooth,
belly
came into view as the briefs went lower. No sign of any hair, fuzz,
anything.
Just skin.
She took her time with this and savoured it.
She knew
he just wanted the whole thing over and done with, so she made sure it
was a
bigger ordeal for him by exposing his pale skin one centimetre at a
time. Chubby
Mrs Dane was saying nothing, but just looking down at the ever-lowering
briefs
of this young boy, obviously in as much anticipation of seeing his
private
parts for the very first time.
As the briefs reached the level that was
probably just
above the base of his penis, the boy reached down with his hands and
gripped
them at the elastic. Mrs Dane sharply tapped his left hand with her
finger,
resulting in him lifting his bands back up to his head. His sobbing was
extremely audible as Marcia started the final effort to remove his
underwear.
His lack of hair was now fully apparent as the briefs were in a
position
whereby they revealed his mons. With overpowering lust, Marcia pulled
her
sweaty hands downwards another eight inches, with the underpants of
this boy in
her tight grip, and his sex then came into full view. She released her
grip,
which caused his briefs to fall to the floor around his ankles and then
tilted
back slightly so she could take in the view before her. Mrs Dane
probably made
the same sharp intake of breath as Marcia, as both of them set sight on
this
child- a boy- before them. His penis, probably no longer than Marcia’s
first
finger, projected downwards to the floor. Although he was
uncircumcised, the
wrinkly end of his foreskin was slightly retracted back onto the end
centimetre
or so of his glans, which allowed for the intimate view of his urethral
slit.
Nested behind was a highly-positioned, wrinkled, scrotum, as hairless
as the
rest of him. She and Mrs Dane felt very privileged to be able to share
this
moment.
Marcia’s work at the front was done. Now, it
was time
to turn this boy around, position him over the padded chair, and see
what
delightful view his behind gave them so his punishment could continue.
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