Hampton Rhodes Academy 6

By Running Bare

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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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Series: The Hampton Rhodes Interviews 6

HAMPTON RHODES ACADEMY

Good morning Dr. Holmes. What do you have for me today? I got the e-mail about a new experiment that you and the board were considering. Something ultra secret?” I was anxious to find out about their experimental sixth grade classroom.

“We have started a new model classroom for sixth grade boys and girls. Instead of having junior matrons assigned to the classroom, we’re trying having junior matrons assigned to each boy. It was apparent our revenues were in dyer need of increase. Restricting our enrollment to boys only was getting a little limiting, so we opened one class to split fifty – fifty. In order to provide the services our parents were expecting to our boys, we felt we could pair off the boys and girls. Mr. Ballard’ class was chosen for the trial.”

“When might I visit?”

“No time like the present. If you’ll come with me, I’ll get you all settled for a day or two with Mr. Ballard. He’s expecting you.”

We walked down the rather long corridor to the last classroom on the right. I walked in with Dr. Holmes. Upon entering it was apparent there was individual attention to each boy. The desks were two student widths and the kids were paired with a boy and a girl at each desk. Each of the matrons was wearing the school uniform, but the boys’ state of attire spanned the gauntlet from the uniform shorts to completely nude. Most were sporting nothing.

After the proper introductions, Mr. Ballard took the lead.

“As you can see, the boys in my classroom are in varying states of attire. That’s because each girl is in control of her boy charge. She can make him attend fully attired or completely nude or anywhere in between.”

“I was going to ask about the breach of uniformity I’ve seen in the other classrooms here at Hampton.”

“Well, we found the junior matrons were very good at controlling large groups and we really wanted to see how it would work on a more individual level. I really have given up all responsibilities for behavior and discipline to the girls. Now I’m just the teacher. Oh, sure occasionally I have to force a boy into position to be whipped by his matron, but it’s becoming less common. The boys have finally gotten it into their heads that whatever the girl commands is inevitable, so compliance is much easier.”

“Was that a difficult message to get across?”

“No, if I have to force compliance, both the matron and I use the strap on the boy in question. I’d say when the two of us finish he literally won’t be sitting for a day or two. Most of our fathers will whip them at home as well. A boy might try the limits once or twice but that’s about it.”

I couldn’t help but notice as I walked around the room, the quietness. Interestingly, there was a girl rubbing her wards erect penis at one table.

“What’s going on here?”

“Meagan is reinforcing Matthew for something he did that she found appropriate.”

“Meagan, this is Mr. Bare. He is visiting to see how our class works. Could you share why you are rubbing Matthew’s penis?”

“Yes, Sir. Matthew was having trouble with his algebra. He didn’t know how to work the problems Mr. Ballard gave us, so he wouldn’t even try. I told him I’d whip him if he didn’t at least try. So he did, and now he gets the right most of the time. When he finishes his workbook page and gets at least eighty percent, I rub his peepee until he wiggles around.”

“What she means is she rubs him to dry orgasm.” Ballard explained.

“And, you’re okay with that?”

“Certainly. If it means the kid works harder and more accurately, it’s good.”

“What do his parents think?”

“I don’t really care. If they have a problem with the matron stimulating their kid to get him to do better, they can either move him out of my classroom or out of the school. We have many other boys on a waiting list.   On the other hand, if they had a problem with this, Matthew wouldn’t be here in the first place. But, that said, I know his parents well. His father is very heavy with the strap at home and expects the same here and his mother specifically stated she loved making him stay nude. So there you have it.”

“I’ve noticed the attitude throughout the school of kind of discounting parental concerns. You know the, ‘if you don’t like it, Hampton Academy isn’t for you’ attitude.”

Ballard added, “It’s too bad other schools don’t have that option. Maybe we’d have more success with the kids, especially the boys.”

A hand went up, “Melissa?” Ballard responded.

“Mr. Ballard, Phillip hasn’t gotten one problem done on his math sheet. He just sits here tapping his pencil on the desk. I’ve told him to get busy, but he ignores me.”

“Melissa, who’s in-charge over there? Phillip or you?”

“I am.”

“So, why are you telling me your problem? What are you going to do to help Phillip get the idea he should be listening to you?”

“I’m going to whip him.”

“Okay, then whip him. Don’t tell me about it. Just bend him over the desk, and, the strap hanging from the hook on your side of the desk is for that purpose. Oh, and Melissa, I’d make him remove his shorts and underwear to make the point a little more vividly. You might consider making him stay completely naked so there isn’t so much time wasted between the behavior and getting ready for the consequences.”

The next thing I heard was the eleven year old matron telling her twelve year old ward to “STRIP NAKED”. Slowly the boy stood and began to comply. I watched as the young girl told the boy which clothing items he was to remove. First off were his shorts and underwear.   She grabbed his penis and twisted him to face her. Then she asked for the shirt and socks. She balled all the clothing and threw it in a bag Mr. Ballard had given her. The boy was already in tears. She ordered him to bend over the desk and almost immediately laid into him with a two inch wide leather strap. She started rather weakly causing Phillip to lunge forward slightly. Soon though, her swings were resulting in loud snaps that echoed throughout the room. Phillip began lunging more violently and grunt and at time crying out from the sharp pain being inflicted. The other boys glanced briefly from their work, but the girls throughout the room were glued on their on their fellow matron administering the punishment. Each had a very satisfied smirk on their face.

The girl and the completely nude boy in front of me were drawn to my attention as the matron could be heard audibly whispering, “You’re going to be next, if I have anything to say about it.” The boy began more attentively working on his task.

As the hour progressed, I was watching a matron score a test her ward had completed and I heard a loud thud followed by a grunt of pain. Turning toward the sound I saw a boy grimacing. He had his penis laying out on the desk top. His matron took her fist and again slammed it down on his extended phallus. He grimaced and grunted again. “Now, let’s try this again. You sit down and if you don’t complete the next three problems in five minutes, I’ll do this to your balls, Joey. Get busy.” The boy returned to his chair and engaged in working his math problems.

Ballard had noticed my interest in what had just transpired, “I let the girls decide on how to discipline their charges. Obviously, I stop short of allowing them to do anything that might draw blood. But, I do like them to inflict pain on these guys. It produces results.”

“That was painful to watch,” I noted.

“Well, you think that’s painful, check this out.” He held up a leather belt like device with a piece of what appeared to be a 4” length of one inch diameter doweling and a smaller strap attached to it.

“What in the hell is that?” I was half amused.

“Amanda, why don’t you share an explanation of this with our visitor?”

A young girl with an impish grin jumped up, took the device from her teacher and began the explanation. “See, I told my dad about the problems I was having with Josh.” She biffed a boy seated directly behind her. He like several others was totally naked. He turned to look back at me and he was obviously very embarrassed by the situation. “I was using the strap on him, but he would still ignore me. So Dad went to his workshop and made this for me. My Dad and I call it a punishment thong. If Josh doesn’t do what I tell him, I make him wear this everywhere he goes during the day.”

“How does it work?” I was very intrigued.

“Well, I make him bend over and I stick this plug in his butt hole. I push it all the way in. Then to hold it in place, I wrap this belt part around his waist and buckle it. This little loop here,” she fumbled with a steel “D” ring, “is where I attach the leash.” Wait, “Josh get up. I want to show this man how the punishment thong works.” Josh reluctantly stood and bent over the desk.

“How long do I have to wear it?” The boy was definitely nervous.

“Not long, just so I can show this man. Unless you give me any problem, then you might have to wear it the rest of today.” She cautioned. The young girl spread the boy’s buttocks and put the end of the dowel against the boy’s anus. Then with a firm thrust, the boy lunged and grunted as the post was buried within. “Stand up.” The boy complied. I couldn’t help but notice the grimace on his face. It was the look of pain. The girl wrapped the belt around the boy’s waist and buckled it. A smaller strap went under the scrotum and back up to the belt where it was snugged and buckled back to the belt itself. It kind of squashed the scrotum causing the testicles to bulge outward making the sack look herniated. Before finishing she momentarily ruffled his penis and testicles with her hand almost in a reinforcing way. “Go into the cloakroom and get your leash, Josh.” Stepping awkwardly the boy shuffled to the back of the classroom. He returned with a dog leash, handed it to Amanda who clipped the hook to the “D” ring. “Now, if he does something stupid and he usually does, I tug on this leash and it makes that plug wiggle around in his hole and his balls to get pinched, and it gets his attention. What I really like is he is all red and all when he has to wear this. It really embarrasses him to have this on. Doesn’t it Josh?”

The boy was definitely embarrassed and guarded at this point and he just nodded affirmatively. Amanda tugged sharply on the leash, “I said, ‘doesn’t it josh?’”

“Yes it feels bad.” He admitted.

“Okay, Josh, here let me get it off you.” She began by unbuckling the belt. She removed the appliance. “Wanna see something neat?”

How could I not?

“Bend over again, Josh.” He did as he was told. “Remember how tight his hole was when we did this?”

I nodded my agreement.

“Well, check this out,” she forcibly spread his cheeks opening the view of an anus that was wide opened. “It will stay like that for awhile before it closes up again. See I can put my finger in there without any problem.”

Yes, she shoved her middle finger into the cavity. Usually, I make him lick my finger off, but he isn’t in trouble so I’ll go wash it off instead.” She went to the sink in the back of the room and cleaned her finger off. Josh just remained draped over his desk with his handsome buttocks presenting themselves. “Amanda, can I sit down again?”

From the sink she acknowledged the request and granted him permission to, “Get back to work on that math.’

Mr. Ballard having kept an eye on Amanda’s presentation returned to sit next to me. “I really like the discipline thong.   But, what is even more interesting is Amanda’s dad being so involved with the school. He reflects most of the fathers we have on both the girl and boy side. They are more than happy to be problem solvers and more involved. Dr. Holmes has asked Amanda’s dad if he could make several more of those things. We’re really thinking about making them an intermediate intervention between the strap and tagging. The faculty feels the least invasive the consequence the better. I mean cutting the scrotum and attaching the tags is pretty invasive. Having to wear a thong for a week or two is much less costly and certainly less invasive, but its a potentially more corrective than just whipping their asses.”

I had to agree. But just thinking about walking around with a four inch wooden dowel up my backside and a strap around my male parts was very uncomfortable, much less thinking about having them adjusted by a tug on a leash made it an unbearable thought.

“Girls, it’s almost time for P.E. so have your boys put away their work. Those who have allowed their boys to wear clothing have to get them naked for P. E. Those boys who are already naked can line up.” Ballard was ready for his planning time. “You girls with the boys already lined up, let’s get ‘em hard.”

With that order the boys spread their legs and clasped their finger together on top of their heads giving unobstructed access to their penises and testicles. The girls reached down and had what amounted to a freestyle fondling session coaxing their wards to erections.   As the clothed boys became fully exposed they joined their male classmates on line and compliantly presented themselves to their matrons. There they stood ten boys with ten woodies of varying sizes from three inches to almost five or six and ten young girls admiring their work.

“Cindy, you and Jeffrey lead the way to P.E. Remember boys, hands on your head all the way. Keep ‘em bouncing.” Following Ballard’s instruction the line began to move as the girls walked beside their charges who walked stoically with their hands interlocked on top of their heads. It was quite a sight.

With the kids at P.E., Mr. Ballard and I could engage in a more in depth discussion about methods and ideas.

“Mr. Ballard, I couldn’t help but notice at one point there was a rather good sized girl who had a boy’s dick laid out on the edge of his desk and was pounding on it. Remember? You even commented about it.”

“Oh you must mean Crystal and Joey.”

“Yeah, the boy was Joey. He’s really hung for an eleven or twelve year old. How long is that thing?”

Mr. Ballard chuckled, “Yeah we could only wish, huh. He is rather long isn’t he? I never measured him, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t measure in at four and half to maybe five inches flaccid.”

“Well, when Crystal fondled him before they went to P. E. I know that thing was probably six inches long hard.” I was still amazed.

“I like to make him walk around nude. In fact, I prefer for him to be naked on field trips just to watch the stares of people who don’t know him. He’s a very well proportioned child. Did you see his muscular legs or his six pack? He’s a very handsome kid on top of being phallicly gifted. At least in my opinion he is.”

“Oh no, I’d have to agree. He’s a very handsome young boy. I just had to comment on it.”

“On the other hand, Joey’s a little pain in the ass most of the time. He’s here because he doesn’t comply with instructions from me, his mother or Crystal. What he could have used was a father with a wide belt who wasn’t afraid to liberally apply it the past eleven years. But, his dad is an unknown. He’s been raised by his mother who spoiled the hell out of him and now wants to pull in the reins. She’s kind of open to many ideas. I don’t know if you got a close up of his scrotum and saw the scar, but he was tagged for about six months right after he arrived. He was that bad.”

“No, I hadn’t noticed.”

Crystal gets results from him, “She pounds on that clean cut glans and it gets his attention. Though she threatens, I’ve never seen her punch him in the balls though.”

We both chuckled.

“No, she just tenderizes the meat.” Again, we both chuckled.

“Now last year I had a kid whose mother was a single parent and she liked making him expose himself to her friends and family. She said she liked how embarrassed he gets when she orders him to strip so others can see and feel him. Logically she was quite proud of his penis.   So, she took him to have a Prince Albert.”

“A what?”

“A Prince Albert—you know have his penis pierced?” Ballard looked as though he was surprised at my ignorance. “Anyway she took him to New York and had them pierce his dick head and then run a stud through it. Kind of cute. It had little garnets on either side of the post. I was surprised the kid could still pee to be honest with you.”

“Did he like it?”

“Oh hell no, he didn’t. She told me was really scared when she took him and he cried. I imagine it hurt like hell too. He didn’t have an anesthetic or anything. Just a raw drive right through just behind the head.”

“Ouuccchhhh. It hurts just thinking about it.”

“He was so damned self-conscious when he came back with the stud because everywhere he went, people would want to examine it. I loved it seeing him so humiliated. Anyway, I’m trying to convince Joey’s mom to have his pierced for a hoop instead of a stud. Something we could clip a dog leash on to walk him around and keep him controlled. Just the thought that if he didn’t comply we might pull hard enough to pull it off would do wonders for his compliance. I think she’s ready to do it. There’s some gal down in New York who specializes in piercing penises. That’s where they all go. I guess she knows how to do it so the plumbing isn’t blocked.”

“They all? You mean there are others who do this?”

“Not here, but there are many clients I’m told. I think if Joey was pierced and hooped we could clip a leash on and make sure he went where we wanted him to be. His Mom could get some mileage out of it too. Not to mention the novelty of watching someone walking their kid with a leash attached to his exposed genitalia. Gotta admit it’d get attention--not that just being naked on the sidewalk isn’t an eye catcher in the first place. The humiliation would do him some good.”

I was really intrigued with this concept, “If that happens, would you give me a call? I’d love to see one like that.”

“Oh sure, in fact, his mother is coming in for a conference this afternoon. Maybe she’d let you attend. You could kind of push the idea. That’d be very helpful.”

“I’d be glad to. It’d certainly give me more of a storyline and the photos would certainly boost readership. Speaking of photos, I’d like some of Josh and Amanda as she puts that ‘discipline thong’ on him. Probably be fun just to get lots of photos of your class anyway to show how adding matrons benefits everyone.”

“Well, you’re very welcomed to photograph whatever. I’m told all the boys and the matrons parents have signed releases, so have at it. I’ll get Amanda to put that on Josh as soon as they get back. He won’t like it, he hates people seeing his boy parts much less seeing them with the discipline thong attached. This will be great.”

(The End)