Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2016 18:55:20 +0000
From: Gymnopedies <storiesbygymnopedies@gmail.com>
Subject: School Discipline - Luke 2

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are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit
descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any
actual events.


IMPORTANT NOTE: This story is a follow-up to "Luke 1". Whilst this story
can be read on its own, I would strongly recommend that you take the time
to read at least "Michael 1" and "Luke 1" first, as this will give you an
explanation of the role of the School Disciplinary Officer and an
introduction to the main characters.


School Discipline: Luke 2 by Gymnopedies


Josh wasn't especially surprised when he read the brief report that had
appeared on his desk. In fact, what surprised the SDO more was that he
hadn't received something of this nature earlier. It was now almost three
weeks since his session with thirteen year old Luke Meadows and it
appeared, on the surface at least, that the boy had managed to keep out of
trouble during that time. Josh wasn't so easily fooled; he believed it was
more a case of the youngster and his small gang of cronies taking care to
keep their activities hidden. However, whatever Luke had or had not been up
to during the past three weeks, he had now been well and truly caught red
handed.

The short but detailed report told how Luke and three of his friends had
been waylaying younger boys outside the school gates and taking money from
them. They had been found out when one of their victims, an eleven-year-old
called Alan Webster, had refused to pay up. Luke and his pals had dragged
the unfortunate youngster to a deserted spot, taken down his trousers and
his underwear and given his bare backside a good slapping. They would
probably have gotten away with it if a prefect hadn't found Alan crying and
managed to get him to talk about what had happened.

Luke and his friends had been interviewed by the head teacher, and claimed
that the incident had been a one-off and that they had just been having a
"bit of fun" with Alan. The true extent of their operation would probably
never be fully known, as most of their victims were too afraid to come
forwards. However, this didn't really matter, since Josh already had plenty
to work with.

Unfortunately for Luke, there had been certain developments within the SDO
program since his last appearance in Josh's office. Though no formal
announcement had yet been made, it had been decided that the scheme was to
be extended to all boys of age eleven upwards, effective immediately. This
meant that the punishment of Luke and his three friends was now completely
in Josh's hands.

The provisional rules for the punishment of younger boys that Josh had had
to follow during Luke's previous encounter with the SDO had now been
revised, amended and formalised. Many of the previous restrictions had been
lifted. For example, it was now possible to punish a boy without having a
family member present. However, for boys younger than sixteen, it was still
a requirement that a prefect be present during the entire punishment
session, and other witnesses, including family members, could be called in
at the SDO's discretion. Heavy paddling was still not allowed for boys
younger than sixteen, but a wooden ruler could be used if the boy was at
least thirteen. Below thirteen, the only allowable corporal punishment was
hand spanking. There were still strict regulations regarding the use of
certain sexual punishments, but far more was now allowed than had been the
case in the provisional guidelines. The four young miscreants were about to
get a nasty surprise.

Josh called up the boys' lesson plans on his computer screen and made a
quick note of where they could be found and then he summoned a duty prefect
to his office.

A couple of minutes later there was a knock on Josh's door. The door opened
to admit a tall, good-looking, dark-haired young man.

"Will. How're you doing?" Josh beamed. "I hardly see you these days."

Will Harris, the school's Head Boy, smiled back. "Today's my first day back
on the rota. I still have to be careful." He lifted his hand, showing the
white support bandage that covered his hand and wrist. Will had been
involved in an incident with one of the teachers that had resulted in him
losing his position as Head Boy. Things had escalated when the teacher
concerned had turned violent. Will had suffered a broken hand and had
narrowly escaped being drowned in the school's swimming pool. The teacher
had subsequently been arrested and was now in prison awaiting trial. As a
result of a big campaign by the students, Will had been reinstated as Head
Boy, and everything was now more or less as it had been before.

Josh eyed Will's hand, worriedly. "I think you'd better get yourself some
backup for this one then. Who else is on duty?"

"Colin Walker."

"Perfect," Josh grinned. Colin had acted as witness during Luke's previous
punishment. "We've got an interesting one today. Four thirteen-year-olds."

"Thirteen-year-olds?" Will's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yep. The age range has been extended downwards to eleven. These boys don't
know it yet, so it will come as a nice surprise for them. I'll need you and
Colin to be present during the entire punishment. Is that OK?"

"Sure."

"Oh, and one more thing: the ringleader of the group is Luke Meadows."

"Luke?" Will looked momentarily shocked, and then he gave a grin. "I'm
going to enjoy this. It's about time that obnoxious little runt got what's
coming to him." He knew Luke well, since his boyfriend was Luke's older
brother, Michael.

"He's certainly going to get it today. All four of them are," said Josh. He
handed the prefect the note detailing where the boys could be found. "I
suggest that you and Colin collect them one or two at time, bring them here
and fasten them up outside; use the restraints on the chairs. And be
careful not to hurt your hand."

"Will do," said Will.

It took around fifteen minutes for the two prefects to assemble the small
group of miscreants in the outer waiting area. Following Josh's suggestion,
Will and Colin brought only one boy at a time, securing him in one of the
chairs before going for the next. All the chairs in the waiting area were
of steel and were fixed to the wall. Each had a padded cuff on one of the
armrests, so that unruly boys could be restrained if necessary whilst they
awaited their turn for punishment. The restraints had only been used on
very rare occasions, but since he was intending to punish four lively
thirteen-year-olds with the help of just two prefects, Josh felt that their
use was in order in this case. Besides, the SDO manual recommended that
restraints always be used when punishing more than one boy at a time.

The last boy to be brought in was Luke. He was the only one of the four to
put up any sort of a fight; probably since he was the only one who had been
here before and so had a good idea of what he might be in for.

As soon as the four boys were assembled, Josh left his desk and went out to
the waiting area. He stood facing the youngsters, his arms folded, silently
moving his gaze along the row.

Luke glared back at the man. The boy's eyes held defiance, but also thinly
veiled fear. He was slim, brown-haired and probably a little below average
height for his age. He was also extremely good-looking, sharing this
feature with his older brother, Michael.

Next to Luke sat Ian Perry. Ian would have been slightly taller than Luke
if they had been standing, and was also a little stockier. He had short,
dark hair and green eyes. The third boy in the line up was Callum
Deakins. Callum was slim, like Luke, and had collar-length, blond hair and
the face of an angel. Josh suppressed a smile as he looked at the boy;
Callum was the perfect example of just how deceptive looks could be. He was
certainly no angel; he was constantly in trouble both in and out of school,
and taking everything into account was probably the worst offender in the
group. The final boy was Gareth Breakspear. Gareth was the tallest of the
boys, and with his slim frame, this gave him a gangling appearance. He was
also probably the brightest of the four. He had darkish-brown hair and
brown eyes, which gazed back at the SDO with a fair amount of trepidation.

Josh remained silent, letting the tension build. All four boys looked
extremely nervous, and this protracted silence was doing nothing to ease
their fears.

"You've no right to fasten us up like this." It was the blond-haired Callum
who finally spoke first. He tugged at his hand, trying to free himself from
the padded cuff.

Josh looked at the boy and allowed a cold smile to spread across his
face. "You think not?" he asked, softly.

"Yeah. You can't touch us," said Callum, with forced bravado. "Not until
we're sixteen."

There were soft murmurs and nods of agreement from Ian and Gareth. Luke
remained silent.

"So you thought you were safe and could get away with anything," said
Josh. "But that's not quite true, is it Luke?" All eyes turned to the first
boy in the group, who appeared to shrink back under the collective gaze. "I
don't suppose Luke has told you about our previous encounter," Josh
continued. "I had Luke in here around three weeks ago. His mother was
worried about his behaviour and gave permission for him to be punished. We
had an interesting little session together, didn't we, Luke? Didn't you
tell your friends about being forced to strip naked and masturbate, or
about any of the other things that we did? Yes, boys, Luke and I had an
interesting time together."

Luke's face was now glowing red, and he stared down at the floor as if
wishing that it would open and swallow him up as his friends looked at him,
opened mouthed.

"Yeah, well, you can't do that to us," said Callum, now sounding somewhat
uncertain. "You said you had his mother's permission. My dad would never
give permission for anything like that. In fact, if you lay a finger on me,
he'll come round here and bust your face."

"That wouldn't be a very wise move on his part," said Josh, unfazed by the
threat. "Besides, I no longer need his permission. You see the rules have
been changed. I now officially have the power to punish any boy in this
school. The lower age limit is now eleven years old. Unfortunately for you,
the four of you are now mine."

There were collective gasps of shock and fear. The four boys looked at each
other and then at Josh, unwilling to let themselves believe what the man
had just told them.

"You can't do anything to us," Callum insisted, his face now pale as he
shook his head.

"It's not fair," Ian muttered, looking like he was about to burst into
tears.

"Oh it's fair," said Josh. "In fact it's more than fair. You boys have got
away with murder over the past year or so. Now you are going to start
paying for it. If I were to punish you for everything that you've done I
would probably have the four of you in my office for a month. However,
we're going to limit ourselves to your most recent offence, which is plenty
to be going on with. Extorting money from and assaulting fellow students is
an extremely serious matter. In fact, short of murdering one of the
teachers, it's about as serious as it gets. This matter could be referred
to the police, but both the head teacher and I feel that it is better dealt
with within the school. If you boys were older, we would be talking about a
heavy paddling, and that would just be for starters. I'm not allowed to use
the paddle on you, but there are alternatives available to me. I can
promise the four of you a day that you will never forget." He stopped,
allowing his words to sink in. All four boys now looked genuinely
frightened.

"Luke has already had first hand experience of a session with me. But I'm
sure the rest of you have heard plenty of stories about some of the ways
that boys are punished. Let me assure you that the stories don't even come
close to how bad things can get. I don't want to spoil all of the
surprises, but here's a rough idea of some of the things that are in store
for you." Josh gave another cold smile. "The first part of the punishment
will be here in my office. It will consist of a variety of humiliation
based punishments. During this first session, any pubic hair that any of
you possess will be removed. Later this morning, you will be taken as a
group to whichever classroom Alan Webster, the boy that you assaulted,
happens to be in. There you will each receive at least twelve strokes of
the ruler on your backside. I say at least twelve, as this could be
increased depending on your earlier behaviour. The punishment will be
delivered in front of the entire class, and you will be naked."

There were several gasps and noises of protest. Ian had given up the fight
and was now crying. Luke looked like he was not far off tears, and Gareth
was visibly trembling.

"You're not doing any of that stuff to me," Callum snarled, angrily.

Josh ignored the boy. "After your spanking with the ruler, you will be
returned here for the final part of your punishment. That is, the final
part for three of you. Since this is Luke's second visit to me, and it
appears that he was the leader of your group, I have additional punishments
in store for him."

"No...!" Luke sobbed.

"Punishment will commence in around ten minutes," said Josh. "That will
give you a short while to sit and think about what is in store for you."
Leaving the shocked youngsters to stew for a few minutes, he returned to
his office, indicating that Will and Colin should follow him.

"Are you really going to make them get naked in front of an entire class of
younger kids?" Will asked, after he had closed the door.

Josh nodded. "They deserve it. I suspect that quite a few of the kids in
that class will have been on the receiving end from these four at some
stage, but are too afraid to come forwards. They should think themselves
lucky that I didn't decide to punish them in the school hall in front of
the entire school."

Will grimaced. "And I thought getting paddled was bad. I think I'd rather
be paddled than what's going to happen to them."

"Paddling is a last resort," said Josh. "I only use it when the rules don't
give me any other choice, or when I feel that the boy really deserves
it. The humiliation based punishments are usually much more effective."

"I can't wait to see these four get what's coming to them," Colin
grinned. "Especially that little sod Callum."

Josh stepped back and sat on the edge of his desk. "We'll make a start in a
minute; I want to give them some time to worry about it first. Because
there are four of them, this is going to be a long session; are you both
available for the next couple of hours?"

Will nodded. "I've got free study periods until lunchtime, so no problem
for me."

"I've got a history lesson last period before lunch," said Colin. "But if I
don't make it, too bad. I'm not going to miss this for anything."

"Well that's between you and your history teacher," Josh grinned. "As long
as you realise that skipping lessons is a punishable offence."

Colin looked speculatively at Josh. "You wouldn't really punish me though,
would you? Not when I missed the lesson because I was here helping you."

"You know the rules," said Josh. "It your teacher registers it as an
official offence, then I won't have any choice. The best thing would
perhaps be for you to go now and let me find someone else who would be
available for the entire period."

"What? No way!" Colin shook his head. "I'll risk it. Even if I do end up in
here myself, it will have been worth it."

"Suit yourself," laughed Josh. He thoughtfully scratched his ear. "We'd
better think about how to get things started. Simply getting the four of
them in here and ordering them to strip is not likely to work. I suspect
that Ian and Gareth would be compliant enough, but Luke and Callum are
almost certain to play up and put up a fight. After last time, Luke knows
the score, but the last time he was punished he was on his own. Here he
would have to try to save face in front of his friends, especially
Callum. The safest way is probably `divide and conquer'."

"You mean punish them one at a time?" asked Will.

"No, it's important that they are all punished together. But it wouldn't
hurt to start things off individually." Josh got up from his desk and
crossed over to a cupboard. He searched for a moment and then pulled out a
handful of leather wrist cuffs. "I think we'd better use these as well,
just to be safe." Laying the cuffs on his desk, he quickly explained his
plan of action to the two eager prefects.

A few minutes later, Josh and the two prefects returned to the waiting area
where the four youngsters sat, each fastened securely to a chair arm by one
wrist. It was clear that all of the thirteen-year-olds were extremely
nervous, but they had obviously been talking together in the short time
that they had been left alone, and this had served to bolster their courage
somewhat.

"Luke has been here before, so knows how things work," said Josh. "But for
the benefit of the rest of you, let me explain. If you think you can
somehow avoid what is coming to you, then you are very much mistaken. If
you try to resist, you will only make things much worse and your punishment
will be increased accordingly. The best thing that you can do is to simply
do as you are told, immediately and without question and get it over
with. Ian and Gareth, we're going to start with you."

Colin and Will released the two terrified looking boys from their
restraints and led them through into the SDO's office. Now that they were
separated from their more belligerent companions, these two appeared more
nervous than ever. Josh directed them to stand in the middle of the floor,
facing the desk, and sat down in his chair, watching them silently. Colin
and Will took up positions a few feet on either side.

After a few moments under the SDO's silent scrutiny, Ian began to fidget
nervously.

"Stand still," Josh barked. He watched them for a moment longer and then
once more got to his feet. He slowly walked over to stand in front of
Ian. "Drop your trousers," he said, suddenly.

"What? No way." Ian tried to back away, But Will had quietly stepped up
behind him, cutting off his retreat.

"I said drop your trousers," said Josh. "Don't make me repeat myself
again."

Ian shot Gareth a look of panic, but the taller boy just returned the look,
helplessly. With a soft whimper, Ian began to fumble with his belt and a
moment later his trousers dropped down past his knees, revealing a pair of
baggy grey shorts.

"Now you as well," Josh told Gareth, turning his cold gaze on the boy.

Gareth hurried to follow his friend's example. Now he too was standing with
his trousers around his lower legs, his dark-blue shorts on show.

"Now both of you drop the shorts," said Josh. "Do it now," he barked,
raising his voice.

Neither boy stopped to think. Their hands went to the waistbands of their
shorts, and down the shorts came.

Josh allowed himself a smile. He hadn't expected much in the way of
resistance from these two, though he knew that it was most unlikely that
Luke and Callum would be quite so easily cowed. "Now I want both of you to
lift up your shirts. Lift it all the way up and hold it under your
chin. That's it. Now turn around slowly so that we can have a good look at
you."

As the humiliated teens shuffled in a slow circle, their eyes downcast,
Josh looked them both up and down. Ian was surprisingly well defined for
his age with a nicely shaped torso and muscular chest and thighs. Gareth
was taller and appeared thin in comparison to his friend. Both boys were
smooth, except the pubic hair at their groins. Ian had quite a thick patch
of dark pubes, and a short, but fat looking dick. Gareth's penis, like his
body, was long and slim and he sported a thin, untidy patch of hair.

"Alright, you can stop now," said Josh. "Both of you look at me. Keep that
shirt up, Ian; did I tell you that you could cover yourself up?"

Both of the youngsters appeared scared to death as they reluctantly raised
their eyes to the SDO.

"No fun, is it, being forced to show off your privates like that?" said
Josh. "Now you know how poor Alan Webster felt when you made him to drop
his trousers and underpants in front of you. And I don't suppose Alan was
your only victim."

Neither boy spoke, but there was tightening around Gareth's mouth which
indicated that Josh's assumption was correct.

"Turn to face each other," said Josh. "I want you both to have a good look
at each other's dicks. I'm sure that you've both seen each other naked
before. You'll have had quick looks at each other in the showers; all boys
do that. But now I want you to have a really good look. In fact, I want you
to look at each other really closely. Ian, get down on your knees."

Ian shot Josh a frightened look.

"Help him down, Colin," said Josh.

With Colin's help, Ian dropped to his knees, still holding his upper
garments up under his chin. His face was now more or less on a level with
Gareth's exposed groin.

"Move a little closer, Gareth," said Josh. "I want Ian to see what a penis
looks like right up close."

Both boys were now blushing with shame. Ian's eyes were just inches away
from Gareth's dick.

"Lift your dick out of the way so that he can see your balls," Josh
instructed the taller boy.

With trembling fingers, Gareth did as he was told, embarrassed by being
forced to touch his cock in front of an adult, two older boys and one of
his friends. Ian's face was so close that Gareth could probably feel his
friend's breath on his dick and balls.

"Had a good look?" Josh asked.

"Yes," Ian said, his voice barely audible.

"So what do you think of it?" asked Josh. "Has Gareth got a nice cock?"

"It's OK, I guess," said Ian, nervously.

"Only OK?" said Josh. He shrugged. "Let's see what he thinks about
yours. Help him up, please Colin. Your turn to get down on your knees,
Gareth."

Colin helped Ian to get back to his feet and then pushed him closer to
Gareth, who was now on his knees. Gareth's face was flaming as he got a
close up look at Ian's short, fat penis.

"What do you think of Ian's cock, Gareth?" asked Josh.

"It's OK," said Gareth, echoing his friend's words.

Josh gave an exaggerated sigh. "Not very imaginative, are you? Get back to
your feet. Both of you go and stand against the wall, facing into the
room. And keep those shirts up." He turned to Will. "Let's have Luke in
now."

The SDO found it interesting to watch Luke's expression as the
thirteen-year-old was brought into the room. As he entered, the boy looked
stubbornly defiant. It was obvious that Luke and Callum had been talking
together and probably felt that as long they both refused to cooperate,
they would be safe. However, Luke's attitude quickly changed as he found
himself alone, with Callum, his main partner in crime, still fastened up
securely in the outer room. Luke's confidence took a further blow as his
eyes fell on Ian and Gareth standing against the wall, their trousers and
underwear down around their ankles and their shirts held up under their
chins, displaying their developing young bodies.

"Oh shit!" Luke mumbled.

Both Ian and Gareth stared fixedly at the floor, unable to meet their
friend's gaze.

"OK, Luke," said Josh, once the youngster stood in the middle of the
floor. "You've been here before, so let's not have any messing
around. Strip."

"No way." Luke shook his head, though his refusal held no real
conviction. His gaze flicked from Josh to his almost-naked friends, passing
briefly over the two prefects who stood menacingly nearby, before returning
to the SDO. He knew from previous experience that he had no choice but to
do as he was told. "It's not fair," he muttered, softly.

"We covered that one on your last visit here," said Josh. "If you'd kept
yourself out of trouble, you wouldn't find yourself here again now. I'm not
going to ask you again; get your clothes off."

There was another moment of defiance, and then the boy's will
crumbled. Luke's hands went to his trousers. He fumbled with his belt for a
moment and then pushed his trousers down. After another moment's
hesitation, his shorts followed. His face glowing, he lifted up his shirt,
copying his two friends.

"What are you doing?" Josh demanded, casting his eyes over the boy's slim,
smooth body. "I told you strip. Take everything off. I want you naked."

"But..." Luke looked over at Ian and Gareth, who had finally raised their
eyes from the floor and were watching their friend intently.

"Never mind them," said Josh. "They'll be naked soon enough. I want you
naked now."

Looking totally defeated and close to tears, Luke unfastened the top
buttons of his shirt and pulled it over his head, then bent to pull off his
shoes and socks, finishing his strip by stepping out of his trousers and
shorts. He was now completely naked and looked extremely uncomfortable.

Of the three boys, Luke was the smallest and was physically the most
immature. His penis was smaller, and he had less pubic hair than either Ian
or Gareth. It was obviously his normally aggressive personality rather than
his physical development that had made him leader of their group. Being
forced to display himself like this in front of his more developed friends
must have been especially embarrassing for him.

Josh waited for a few moments, allowing Luke's discomfort to grow as
everyone in the room stared at the young teen's exposed body.

"What's the matter, Luke? Don't you like people seeing you naked?" Josh
gave a cold smile. "That's a shame, because the way you are going, you are
likely to find yourself naked more and more often. I'm sure all of those
girls and boys in Alan Webster's class are going to enjoy getting a good
look at you. Maybe I should let some of them touch as well as look; what do
you think?"

Luke's face drained of colour. Having had Colin and his own brother,
Michael, touching his dick and balls during his last visit, he knew that
Josh might possibly follow through with this threat. He shook his
head. "Please... no..." His voice was barely audible.

"We'll see how things go," said Josh. "If you behave yourself and do
exactly as you are told then maybe that won't happen. But if you step out
of line just once, then every kid in that class who wants to, will have a
chance to get their hands on your dick."

Luke wobbled on his feet as though he were about to fall over.

"That goes for you two as well," said Josh, turning his attention to Ian
and Gareth, who stood watching in terrified silence. "So I would suggest
that you be very careful during the rest of this session." He picked up a
pair of leather cuffs from the small pile on the desk and tossed them to
Colin. "Put those on him," he said, nodding towards Luke.

"You're not putting those on me," said Luke, backing away as Colin
approached him with the cuffs. However, when Josh glared at him he quickly
submitted with a muttered "It's not fair."

Once Luke had a cuff in place on each wrist, Josh stepped behind the boy
and, pulling his arms back, clipped the cuffs together. Now Luke was naked
with his arms fastened behind his back, and there was no way the he could
even attempt to cover himself.

"Right, now you stand there and don't move while we sort out the last one
of your little group," the SDO told the miserable youngster.

So far things had gone fairly easily, but Josh suspected that the remaining
boy would not be quite so cooperative. Callum appeared to be every bit as
aggressive and self-assured as Luke had been on his first visit here, and
probably still thought that he could avoid the punishment that had been
planned for him. Josh picked up two more of the wrist cuffs from the
desk. "You come with me, Colin. Will, you'd better stay in here and keep an
eye on these three."

Callum raised his head and looked up nervously as Josh and Colin stepped
out of the office into the waiting area. Almost instantly the nervous look
disappeared, to be replaced by a sneer.

"You'd better let me go, or else," said the boy, tugging at his right
wrist, which was fastened to the steel chair.

"Or else what?" asked Josh, with a small smile. "Any threats that you make
will only get your punishment increased, so if I were you, I'd keep quiet."
He approached the boy, grabbing his free arm.

"What're ya doin'?" Callum demanded, starting to struggle.

Josh didn't reply, but held onto the arm until Colin had a firm grip on it,
leaving Josh free to fasten a cuff around Callum's wrist. The cuffs were
strips of leather about two inches wide and were fastened with a long
Velcro strip that made putting them on extremely quick and easy. They were
designed to be comfortable yet at the same time very secure. On the outside
of each cuff were two `D' rings, each with a clip attachment, that could be
used either to fasten the cuffs to each other or to anything else
appropriate. Once the cuff was in place, Josh used the clip to fasten
Callum's wrist to the chair arm, before freeing the boy's other wrist from
the chair's restraint and applying the second cuff. Callum tried to put up
a fight, but since he only had one arm free at a time, his scope for
resistance was limited. As soon as both cuffs were on, Josh released the
first one from the chair arm and together, he and Colin turned the boy
around, pulled his wrists back and clipped them together behind his back.

"Argh! Gerroff! You're hurting me," Callum squealed.

"We're not hurting you at all," said Josh, calmly. "Though it would be
easier all round if you were to come quietly."

There were tears of anger in Callum's eyes as Josh and Colin led him into
the office.

As soon as Callum caught sight of his friends, he stopped dead in his
tracks, staring first at Ian and Gareth, who still stood up against the
wall with their entire fronts on display, and then at Luke, who was totally
naked, his arms fastened behind him and his head down.

"Fuck you!" Callum snarled. "You're not doing that to me." He started to
struggled and tried to turn to get back out of the door, but Josh and Colin
took one arm each and dragged him further into the room. "Let me go, you
fucking bastards."

Josh grabbed a wooden ruler from his desk and swiped it smartly down across
Callum's backside. It was a standard 30cm ruler, not heavy, and not capable
of doing a lot of damage, but when used correctly it could deliver a
stinging blow, even to a trouser-covered arse.

"Argh!" Callum screamed out, more in surprise than pain. He stopped
struggling and looked at Josh, his eyes wide.

"You'd better stop this stupidity, or there is plenty more where that came
from," said Josh, coolly.

Callum drew in a shuddering breath as if about to reply, but held his
tongue and satisfied himself with an angry glare.

"That's better," said Josh. "Now I'm going to be nice to you; I'm going to
forget about the bad language and the way you've tried to resist and let
you start from scratch. However, anything that you do from now on will
serve to make your punishment worse. Do you understand me?"

Callum glared stubbornly, his face red with anger.

"I said do you understand me?" asked Josh, more forcefully.

"Yeah," said Callum, biting off the word.

"Good. Because this is going to happen, no matter how much you try to
resist it." Josh glanced at Colin. "Let's get him over by the wall."

Together, Josh and Colin moved Callum over to stand with his back against
the wall, holding him there.

"Will, would you unclip Luke's hands for me please?"

"Sure."

As soon as Luke hands were free, he automatically moved them around to his
front to cover his groin.

"Never mind trying to hide yourself," said Josh. "Come over here."

Reluctantly, Luke approached the trio. As he drew closer he made brief eye
contact with Callum and then quickly looked down again.

"Come on Luke, we haven't got all day," said Josh. "I want you to unfasten
Callum's trousers and take them down, and then pull his underwear down."

There was a moment's stunned silence.

"What? No way," said Luke, shaking his head.

"No!" shouted Callum, starting to struggle.

"Remember what I said earlier, Luke," Josh warned. "Do you want everyone in
that class to be able to have a feel of your dick?"

Luke shook his head, miserably. He gave Callum a quick, apologetic look and
then stepped closer, his hand going to his friend's belt.

"No!" Callum shouted again. "You're not taking my fucking trousers off." He
tried to struggle, but Josh and Colin held him firmly.

It took just seconds for Luke to take down Callum's trousers, pushing them
down below the boy's knees to reveal a pair of dark blue briefs. Callum was
the only one of the four to be wearing briefs; the others all wore shorts.

"Now the briefs," said Josh.

"You bastards," Callum sobbed, as his underwear came down. "You bastards!"

"That gets you an additional four strikes with the ruler when we get you to
the classroom," said Josh.

Callum slumped against the wall. Now that his privates were on show, all
the fight seemed to have gone out of him.

Josh let go of Callum's arm, indicating that Colin should do likewise, and
stepped in front of the boy. "Let's have a proper look at you," he said. He
quickly pulled off Callum's school tie and unfastened the boy's shirt,
holding it open so that the entire front of the young teen's body was
revealed.

Callum was a good-looking young man. Or rather he would be if his face
wasn't screwed up in a mixure of suppressed anger and complete
humiliation. His body was slim, but with enough definition in his chest to
give it some shape. His torso was pale and completely smooth, and he had
small, straggly patch of blond pubes. His dick was bigger than Luke's,
though not so long as Gareth's.

Josh lightly stroked the boy's chest with the back of his fingers, moving
his hand lower, across the tight stomach, before taking hold of the limp
dick and rolling it between his fingers and thumb.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Callum and he lifted his head until
he was looking into the SDO's eyes.

Josh maintained the eye contact as he reached lower, taking a hold of
Callum's balls. "Are you ready to behave now?" he asked, giving the balls a
light squeeze.

Callum flinched and nodded. There were tears in his eyes.

"Good boy," said Josh. "Do as you are told and it will be much easier in
the long run." He turned Callum around, unclipping his hands. "Get your
clothes off. You've got two minutes to get naked."

In full view of the SDO, two prefects and his three friends, Callum pulled
off his clothing. In less than a minute he stood naked, looking completely
defeated.

"That's better," said Josh, relieved that the boy had decided to cooperate,
for the moment at least. Though he was still not convinced that Callum had
completely given in; a stubbornness like his was not so easily broken. "Now
I want you and Luke over by the wall, facing me, legs apart and hands on
heads. It's your turn to watch while we finish undressing your friends."

As the two boys moved into position, Josh heard a soft "I'm sorry" from
Luke, but there was no response from Callum.

"Now you two," said Josh, addressing Ian and Gareth. "Come over here into
the middle of the room."

The two nervous looking boys shuffled forwards, the clothing around their
ankles restricting their movements.

"Time for you to get properly naked," Josh informed the two young
teens. "But to make things more interesting and stop our two prefects from
getting bored, I think we'll let them help you out. Will, you take
Ian. Colin, you can have Gareth. Take their clothes off for them, and when
you've done that, see what you can do about getting them hard." Both of the
prefects had had previous `hands on' experience during punishment sessions,
so Josh knew that neither would have any qualms about touching the boys and
would probably even relish the opportunity to get their hands on a pair of
young dicks.

There were shocked gasps from the two thirteen-year-olds as Josh finished
speaking and the grinning prefects moved forwards.

Josh sat back on his desk to enjoy the show.

The look of shocked disbelief on Ian's face was almost comical as Will
quickly pulled the boy's shirt up over his head and then bent to take off
his shoes and socks before helping him step out of his trousers and
shorts. It was obvious that he wanted to try to cover himself, but realised
that this would not be allowed, and so he stood uncomfortably, his arms
held stiffly down at his sides and his fists tightly clenched. Will did a
slow circle around the now naked young teen, the prefect's fingertips
trailing across the boy's soft, smooth skin. Ian whimpered softly and
closed his eyes.

"Open your eyes," Will told the youngster, his voice soft but
authoritative. "I want you to look at me."

Josh smiled to himself and silently nodded approval; Will would make an
excellent SDO.

Now standing directly in front of Ian, Will lightly caressed the boy's
chest, gently tweaking the small nubs of his nipples and then, ever so
slowly, moving his hand downwards. A shudder passed through Ian's body as
Will stroked his stomach, and the shudder turned into a gasp as the
prefect's fingers slid further down and wrapped firmly around the teen's
small cock. Will smiled at Ian's reaction and slowly began to massage the
soft organ, squeezing it and pulling on it in an attempt to bring it to
life.

A few feet away, Colin's technique was much more direct. He had quickly
stripped Gareth and then wasted no time in getting both hands on the tall,
young teen's genitalia. One hand gripped Gareth's balls, the other stroked
along the boy's slim cock, working the skin backwards and forwards over the
head. Gareth had a horrified, disbelieving look on his face as he stared
down at his dick, which was already beginning to harden.

It wasn't long before both Ian and Gareth were sporting full
erections. Josh allowed the prefects to continue slowly massaging the boy's
hard dicks for a couple more minutes before asking them to stop; he didn't
want the boys to shoot. At least, not yet.

"Both of you put your hands up behind your heads," Josh ordered, as he
looked at the two aroused youngsters. Both cocks were achingly
hard. Gareth's was still the longer of the two, but Ian's had much more
thickness to it. The SDO got up from the desk and approached the nervous
teens. He stood in front of Ian for a moment, looking into the boy's eyes,
and then reached down and tightly squeezed his cock, causing the boy to
gasp. He held onto the organ for several long seconds and then released it,
moving on to Gareth's hard tool. Gareth bit back a sob as he watched and
felt the man slowly and firmly massage his erection. Josh would have bet
that before today neither of these boys had had any hand but their own on
their developing equipment. He let go of Gareth's erection and stepped
back. "Keep your hands behind your heads and turn around, slowly. I want
you to have a good look at each other and let your two friends over by the
wall have a good look at you. Has anyone ever seen you hard before?" He
addressed the question to Gareth.

The tall thirteen-year-old quickly shook his head, looking totally
humiliated.

"What about you?" Josh asked Ian.

"No," Ian replied, softly, his face red with the embarrassment of having to
show himself off like this.


Over by the wall, Callum's eyes were wide with fear and embarrassment and
he shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Next to Callum, Luke
looked pale and afraid. Most significant of all though, both of them were
fully erect, no doubt a reaction to watching their two naked friends being
masturbated.

Josh gave a laugh. "It looks like erections are infectious," he said,
grinning as his remarks caused Callum's face to flush red. He cast his gaze
around the four aroused young teens, pausing a moment on each
one. "Alright," he said, making his tone cool and almost threatening. "Now
that you're all hard, you need to stay that way. Anyone who loses his
erection before I say it is OK to do so will get an extra twelve strokes of
the ruler when we reach the classroom and will be made to play with himself
in front of the class. However, none of you are allowed to touch yourselves
without permission. That means that if you feel yourself getting soft, or
even think there's a chance that you might go soft, you need to say to me,
`Please sir, can someone play with my cock?' I expect you to use those
exact words. Then I will select someone to take care of the problem for you
and we can all watch. Though you'd better be careful not to overdo it,
because you really don't want to know what I will do to you if you let
yourself cum. Do you all understand?"

None of the boys answered, though Gareth nodded weakly. All four wore looks
of complete horror at what they had just been told to do. They were all at
the age where masturbation was what you did in secret; no doubt they had
all done it, but it was unlikely that any of them, except for Luke, had
admitted to anyone else that they had done it. So having it done to them in
front of other people, including their friends, and even more, being forced
to actually ask that someone touch them in such an intimate way, was too
horrible for them to even contemplate.

"Good," said Josh. "Now that we've got that clear, let's get the shaving
out of the way. You've all shown that you can't behave in a decent,
responsible fashion, so you deserve to be treated like little boys, and
little boys don't have pubic hair. We'll start with you, Callum. Come over
here."

Callum hung back, a stubborn expression appearing on his face.

"Callum..." Josh warned.

The boy shook his head. "You're not shaving me." He started to back
away. Colin moved to grab his arm, but Callum managed to evade the
prefect. Clenching his hand into a fist, the boy swung it in the direction
of Colin's groin. Colin saw it coming and tried to turn so as to receive
the blow on his hip, but he wasn't quite fast enough. The eighteen-year-old
gave a grunt of pain as the young teen's fist made contact with his
balls. He immediately doubled over, gasping.

Josh reacted without even thinking. Grabbing Callum, he spun the boy around
and forced him face down over the desk. Snatching his wrists, he pulled
them back and fastened the cuffs together. "That was a big mistake," his
hissed, breathing heavily. He hauled Callum back to his feet.

Colin was on his knees on the floor Will at his side. The injured teen
looked up and forced a pained smile. "That sort of hurt," he gasped.

"I bet it did," Josh agreed. "Are you going to be OK?"

"Yeah. Just give me a minute."

Josh nodded and hauled Callum over to the raised couch that stood against
the wall. "For that, you'll now be joining your friend Luke for the
additional punishment I have planned for him," he told the boy. "Step out
of line just once more and I'll make sure that every kid in that class we
are going to be visiting will have a chance to play with your cock." He
turned the youngster around and half lifted him up until he was sitting on
the edge of the couch. "Lean back."

Glaring furiously, Callum leaned back against the wall. His eyes widened as
Josh took hold of his balls.

"Now, you're not thinking about kicking me, are you?" the SDO asked,
warningly.

Callum nervously looked down to see Josh's hands on his testicles and shook
his head.

"Good," said Josh. "Because, if you did, you would be very sorry indeed."
The SDO had no intentions of actually inflicting this type of punishment on
the boy, and it was way outside the scope of what he was allowed to do
anyway, but Callum didn't know that. "I want you to sit quietly and accept
what's coming to you. Like it or not, you're going to get shaved. If you
decide to play up, then there are far worse things that can happen to
you. In fact, if I wanted to, I could keep you totally without pubic hair
for the entire time that you are at this school."

Callum swallowed hard. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he
quickly closed it again when he saw the expression on Josh's face.

"Before I start on the shaving, do you want something done about this?" He
nodded down in the direction of Callum's penis, which was now almost
completely soft. "Remember what I said about what would happen if you lost
your erection? Do you want to have to play with yourself in front of a
class of eleven-year-olds?"

Callum swallowed again. "No," he croaked. "Go on, make it hard."

"Please sir, can someone play with my cock?" Josh reminded the boy.

Callum looked around helplessly. He was biting his lip and looked as though
he might cry. "Alright. Please sir, can someone play with my cock?" It came
out in rush, the final words almost unintelligible.

Josh smiled. "Luke, come over here and take care of your friend."

"What?" The word came almost simultaneously from two different
directions. It was difficult to tell who looked most horrified, Luke or
Callum.

Josh looked at Luke. "If Callum is not hard again in two minutes, then you
will both be jerking off in front of the class."

Hesitantly, Luke moved forwards until he stood in front of Callum. He
looked up at his friend, and then down at the boy's wilting cock. "I
can't," he said.

"The time is ticking away," said Josh.

Slowly, as if against his will, Luke's hand reached out. Almost delicately,
he took Callum's dick between his fingers and began to stroke it.

Callum watched, silently, seemingly too shocked at what was happening to
even react.

Luke began to stroke a little more firmly, and Callum's penis reacted
almost instantly, hardening until it was once more solid. Luke continued to
stroke, moving as though in a trance.

"You can stop now," said Josh. "Unless of course you're enjoying feeling
his cock."

"No way," Luke muttered, snatching his hand away. His face was glowing, but
his own cock was now harder than ever.

Now that Callum was once more erect, Josh got down to business, applying
shaving foam to the boy's groin and quickly removing his small blond
bush. Callum endured the ordeal in almost complete silence, though he did
bite back a soft sob as the razor began shaving off his pubes.

"That's better," said Josh, as he laid the razor aside and ran a towel
across the area. "Nice and smooth, just like a little boy should be." He
helped Callum down off the couch. The boy stood miserably, his head bowed.

"Let's have you next, Luke," said Josh.

Shaving the four boys didn't take long, as none of them had a huge amount
of pubic hair, and Josh wasn't especially interested in doing a perfect
job; he just wanted to remove the hair around their cocks. There was a
short pause during Luke's shaving while Gareth gave Ian a hand with his
erection. Josh watched for a moment and then instructed Ian to rub Gareth's
cock at the same time. The two blushing boys wanked each other for several
moments before Josh told them to stop.

Once the shaving was complete, Josh lined the boys up and then suggested
that Will and Colin move down the line and feel how smooth each of the
youngsters now was. All four boys stood miserably as the two prefects took
turns stroking around their erect cocks.

"That's the first part of your punishment completed," said Josh. "Just two
more parts to go. Next we're off to the classroom for your spanking with
the ruler. I want you to put your shorts on, but nothing else. Colin, would
you help Callum on with his briefs, please, since his wrists are still
fastened."

While the boys pulled on their underwear, Josh quickly checked his computer
to find out which classroom Alan Webster was in at the moment. It took only
a moment to discover that the eleven-year-old was in room 213, having an
English lesson with Mrs. Simpson.

By this time, Luke, Ian and Gareth were all wearing their shorts and Callum
had on his briefs. All four boys looked terrified, especially Callum, who
still sported a boner inside his tight underwear; Josh suspected that Colin
had been more `hands on' than was strictly necessary as he helped the boy
put the briefs on. Josh instructed Colin and Will to put cuffs on Ian and
Gareth and then ensure that the four young teens all had their hands
fastened behind them. Then they were off through the corridors to room 213.

It took only a couple of minutes to reach the classroom. Josh led the way,
followed closely by the four near naked thirteen-year-olds, who were
followed in turn by the two prefects. The younger boys walked in nervous
silence; they were probably trying to convince themselves that this was all
a bad dream and that they would wake up shortly, safe in their own
beds. Luckily for the boys classes were in progress, and the corridors were
almost deserted. However a young woman, one of the school's administrative
staff, watched the underwear clad youngsters with undisguised interest as
she passed, giving Callum a grin and a wink and causing the blond-haired
boy to cringe and drop his head in red-faced shame.

Outside of the classroom, Josh brought the small group to a halt and turned
to the boys. "I want you all to wait out here while I go in and check with
Mrs. Simpson that she doesn't mind having her class disrupted for a little
while. When I call you, you will come in without any fuss. I expect all
instructions to be followed immediately and without question. The slightest
sign of any resistance or disobedience and your punishment will be
increased. Do you all understand me?"

The four young teens all nodded miserably. Even Callum now appeared beaten.

"Good," said Josh. "As things stand, Luke, Ian and Gareth are due to
receive twelve strokes each, and Callum is to get sixteen, but there's
still time for that to be increased. I assume by this stage that you have
all lost your erections, and that's fine. But remember that if you give me
any trouble, one of my options is to parade you in front of this class
naked and hard. And if you really annoy me, I'll have you standing in front
of them playing with yourselves, or even letting them play with you."

Ian and Gareth looked back at Josh, their faces pale; Gareth was shaking
his head. Luke stood with his eyes closed as though wishing he were
anywhere else but here, and Callum was staring down at his feet.

Leaving the boys in the competent hands of the prefects, Josh knocked
lightly on the classroom door and went in.

Mrs. Simpson, a tall, slim woman, in her forties, was standing in front of
the class reading from a book. She stopped, surprised, as she saw Josh,
then quickly told the class to continue reading on their own and stepped
over to meet the SDO.

Quickly, in a low voice, Josh explained the reason for the interruption. To
begin with, the teacher didn't seem too happy with the idea of four naked
thirteen-year-olds being spanked with a ruler in front of her class, but as
soon as Josh mentioned the boys' names, her attitude changed
completely. She had obviously had her own dealings with Luke, Callum and
Co., and was extremely pleased to see them finally being pulled into
line. She turned back to the class.

"Listen please, everyone," the teacher announced. "I want you all to close
your books and pay attention.  Mr. Howard, the school's disciplinary
officer, would like to say a few words to you."

There was the sound of books being closed and a few moments of quiet
muttering and then Josh had the attention of the whole class.

"Hello everyone," Josh began. "I'm sure you all know who I am and what my
job is. Up to a few days ago, any boy aged fifteen and upwards who got
himself into trouble would be sent to me for punishment. You've all no
doubt seen the punishment logs posted on the notice boards, so you'll know
the sorts of punishments that I use." There were a few hushed whispers and
some quiet giggling. "What you won't know, yet, is that the age range that
I can deal with has now been extended. Now, any boy in this school who
breaks the rules could find himself in my office." Josh had to struggle to
keep himself from smiling as worried looks appeared on the faces of quite a
few of the boys. "I can see that that has got one or two of you
thinking. Don't worry, all of you boys here are safe, for the
moment. Today, it's someone else's turn to be punished. Waiting outside in
the corridor are four boys whose crimes involve bullying and stealing, and
I know that at least some of you in this room have been their
victims. That's the reason I've chosen this class to witness part of their
punishment." Josh paused for a moment as hushed whispers once more flew
around the room.

"Quiet," Mrs. Simpson snapped, and the whispering quickly stopped.

"In a moment," Josh continued, "I'm going to bring the boys in. They will
be made to take off their underwear, bend over the teacher's desk, and will
be spanked with this." He held up the wooden ruler that he carried in his
hand.

There was a moment of shocked silence. The youngsters were still digesting
the part about the boys having to take off their underwear.

"You mean they're going to have to take off their pants with all of us
watching?" one boy asked.

Josh nodded. "Actually their underwear will be taken off for them. During
the spanking they will all be naked."

"Cool," another boy burst out, grinning. There was some laughter and
giggling, especially from some of the girls.

Josh held up his hand for quiet. "The reason I am talking to you now is
that I wanted to give anyone who doesn't want to watch the punishment a
chance to leave."

"No chance," a boy laughed. "I'm not gonna miss this for anything."

Josh gave the boy a cool look, and the youngster quickly closed his mouth,
his face reddening. "Some of you may find watching the spanking a little
upsetting. There is a good chance that some of these boys who are to be
punished will be crying by the time it's over. If you don't want to see
that, then you are free to wait outside the classroom until we're
done. Anyone who doesn't want to watch may leave now." The SDO cast his
gaze around the room. No one moved. "OK, then if everyone is happy, let's
get this started."

It took Josh just a moment to quickly drag the teacher's desk to one side
and then obtain four empty chairs and line them up in front of the
class. Once everything was ready, he went to fetch his victims.

The little group in the corridor waited in nervous silence; even Colin and
Will looked a little worried. Will shot Josh a look that that seemed to ask
"Are you really going to do this?"

Josh gave the school's head boy a reassuring grin and then put his hand on
Callum's shoulder. "Come on. Let's not keep your audience waiting.

The SDO led the way back into the classroom, the four thirteen-year-olds
following behind. As the underwear-clad boys entered the room, they were
met by a chorus of gasps and giggles.

"Oh my God, that's Callum Deakins and Luke Meadows," a girl sitting in the
front row of desks giggled to her friend. "Are we really gonna see `em
naked?"

Callum, who was in the front, froze, his eyes wide in terror, as though the
reality of what was about to happen to him had suddenly sunk in. The other
boys staggered into him, almost causing him to fall over. He caught his
balance and, shaking his head, he turned back towards the door. However,
Will and Colin were barring his sole exit; there was no escape.

"Line up in front of the class," Josh ordered the boys. "One in front of
each chair." He indicated the four chairs that he had arranged in a
row. Once the reluctant boys were in place, the SDO asked the two prefects
to help each boy to climb onto his chair and stand facing the class. Since
the youngsters all still had their hands secured behind their backs, there
was nothing they could do but follow the instructions and stand there, no
doubt wishing for something, anything, that might bring this nightmare to a
conclusion.

Josh stood to one side, gazing down the line and listening to the excited,
expectant muttering of the eleven-year-olds; their routine English lesson
had just taken a rather novel and interesting twist. All four of the boys
to be punished were standing with their shoulders slumped and their heads
down, staring at their bare feet on the chair seats.

"Before we start the physical punishment," Josh began, "we first need to
remove what remains of these boys' clothing." He stepped up behind Gareth,
who was on the nearest chair and first in line. Taking hold of the material
of the boy's shorts at the leg holes, he worked them down over the young
teen's hips and allowed the garment to drop down Gareth's legs to pool at
his feet.

Gareth gave a soft sob, screwing his eyes closed as his newly shaved groin
suddenly became the centre of attention for thirty eleven-year-olds. For a
moment there was silence in the room, broken a second later by a fresh wave
of gasps and giggling. If the youngsters in the class had had any doubts
that they were in fact going to get to see the boys totally naked, these
were now well and truly dispelled. With his hands fastened behind him,
there was no way at all for Gareth to hide his shrivelled dick and balls
from the eager gaze of his young audience.

Not waiting for the noise to die down, Josh moved immediately on to the
next boy in line, and seconds later Ian's shorts were also down around his
ankles. There was a palpable tension in the air as the SDO took hold of
Luke's shorts. It was obvious that whilst the watching youngsters were
enjoying getting an eyeful of Gareth and Ian, the ones that they really
wanted to see exposed were Luke and Callum. Many of the boys in this room
had no doubt been on the wrong side of these boys' attentions in the past,
and now it was payback time. Add to this the fact that both Luke and Callum
were extremely cute and were bound to figure in the fantasies of many of
the girls and even some of the boys, and it was easy to understand why the
youngsters were so eager. A swift pull and Luke's shorts dropped down to
leave him completely exposed. The boy bit back a sob and muttered something
inaudible. A wolf-whistle rang out from the back of the room and Luke
lifted his head, glaring in the direction from which it had come.

"That will do," said Mrs. Simpson, sternly. "If anyone else whistles they
will be sent out." She glanced at the row of boys, three of whom were now
naked, and as her gaze ran up and down their exposed bodies she bit her lip
as if to keep from smiling.

Three down and one to go. Josh took hold of Callum's briefs and paused for
a moment. The noise gradually died down as everyone waited expectantly,
anticipating the moment when this young teen's privates would be out in the
open.

"Hey, Deakins, you don't look so tough now. Are you going to cry?" a voice
rang out, to be followed immediately by general laughter.

Callum's faced reddened and he scowled at the boy who had called out. "I'll
get you, Rogers, you bastard," he snarled.

Josh whipped the boy's briefs down and most of the class gave a cheer of
approval.

"That outburst has just increased your punishment to twenty strokes," Josh
told Callum. "Unless you want even more, you had better keep your mouth
shut from now on." The SDO made Callum step out of his briefs and then
tossed them aside before moving back down the line, getting each of the
boys to step out his shorts. He then stood back to allow the class to take
their time ogling the naked teens.

After a few moments, Josh moved back to the front and held up his hands for
quiet. The noise quickly died down. "Before we begin with the spanking, I
want you to notice how none of these boys has any pubic hair. As part of
their punishment, they had their pubic hair shaved off; since they behave
like little boys, I thought they may as well look like little boys."

"Yeah, `little' is right," the boy at the back of the room shouted, amidst
loud laughter. "Mine is much bigger than that."

"If you call out like that one more time, everyone here will get to find
out whether that's true or not," said Josh, coolly. "It will only take me a
moment to pull up another chair."

The boy immediately clamped his mouth shut, now himself the subject of much
laughter.

"As I was saying before the young man with the big mouth and the reputedly
large penis interrupted me," said Josh, playing to his audience, "these
four have had their pubic hair removed and are now smooth as babies." He
emphasised his words by stoking his fingers over the shaved area around the
base of Callum's dick. Callum whimpered and flinched, but otherwise managed
to remain silent. "Another thing to notice is that when a boy is afraid,
his penis becomes very small and his scrotum tightens up." He tugged
lightly on Callum's shrunken dick and tickled the boy's balls with his
fingertips. Callum drew in a long, shuddering breath.

Josh smiled and moved from Callum to Luke, lifting the boy's dick up with
his finger to show how small it was. The humiliation was as much as Luke
could stand, and the boy was on the verge of tears. Josh moved his hand
away and turned his attention back to the class. "Time for the
spanking. The boys will all receive strokes from this ruler." He picked the
ruler up from the desk and held it up for a second before slapping it down
into his palm, causing a loud cracking sound. "Luke, Ian and Gareth will
receive twelve strokes each. Callum will receive twenty; his punishment has
been increased because he can't seem to control his use of bad
language. I'm now looking for some volunteers to come forwards and watch
close-up, and count the number strokes as I deliver them. Which of you
would like to do that?"

Over half the class eagerly thrust their hands into the air.

Josh selected a dark-haired girl from near the back of the room and
beckoned her forwards. She excitedly hurried to the front, though slowed
down considerably as she passed the line of naked boys, obviously making
the most of this opportunity to view their exposed privates right up close.

At Josh's instruction, Colin helped Gareth down from his chair. The tall
boy looked even more gangly now that he was completely naked, and he wore a
look of complete humiliation. Josh took the boy by the shoulder and guided
him over to the teacher's desk. Trembling slightly, Gareth leaned forwards,
lowering his bare torso onto the smooth wooden surface.

"I want you to count each stroke out loud," Josh told the fascinated
girl. He made a couple of practise swings with the ruler, done purely for
effect and then pulled his arm back and delivered a swift blow to Gareth's
bare backside.

There was a satisfying crack as the ruler made contact with the boy's rear,
immediately followed by a muffled exclamation of pained surprise from
Gareth.

"One," giggled the girl.

Not wasting any time, Josh followed each strike with the next, moving
quickly through the full set of twelve. With each stroke, Gareth's cries
became progressively louder and by the time it was over, the boy was crying
softly. Josh knew the tears were more from humiliation than from actual
pain; Gareth's arse cheeks were probably stinging fairly badly, but this
would ease very quickly and there would be no deep bruising, as would have
been the case if the much heavier paddle had been used.

The girl gave the final count of "twelve" and Josh thanked her and sent her
back to her seat. The SDO gently pulled the crying boy upright, asked him
if he was OK and then guided him back to his chair. As he resumed his
former position facing the class, Gareth kept his head down in an attempt
to hide the tears on his cheeks.

It was Ian's turn next, and this time Josh selected one of the boys to keep
count. Ian endured his punishment stoically; he was making soft gasps of
pain with each stroke, but he managed to avoid any tears. A couple of
minutes and it was all over and he was back in his place.

Josh chose a girl to keep count for Luke. The SDO suspected that from the
way this girl had been looking at Luke, she had a bit of a crush on the
cute thirteen-year-old. He made sure that she had an opportunity to have a
good close-up look at the boy before asking Colin to help Luke down from
his chair. The young teen kept his eyes downcast and seemed close to tears
even before the physical part of his punishment had started.

Josh pushed Luke forwards over the desk and then ran the palm of his hand
over the boy's soft arse. Luke flinched and groaned softly.

"OK, here we go," said Josh. There was a loud crack and the ruler made
contact.

"Argh," Luke cried out.

"One!" shouted the girl, almost gleefully.

CRACK!

"Two," called the girl.

"Argh!" The cry of pain from the boy was a little louder than the previous
one.

CRACK! CRACK! The next two blows were delivered in rapid succession.

Luke squirmed on the desk, but with his wrists fastened firmly together and
held in the small of his back, he was in no position to put up any
resistance.

CRACK! CRACK! The blows continued to fall, the girl keeping a steady count,
though there was now a pained element to the grin on her face as though she
felt some sympathy for the youngster being punished.

By the time they reached ten, Luke was sobbing. Josh quickly delivered the
final two strokes to complete the boy's quota and then once more stroked
the boy's arse, noting how the previously pale skin was now a shiny pink.

"That's warmed you up," the SDO observed. He gave the boy's rosy cheeks a
final squeeze and then pulled him upright, turning the crying youngster to
face the class. "If anyone here is tempted to feel sorry for him, spare a
thought for how his victims felt." Josh cast his eyes around the room. Most
of the boys and girls were enjoying the show, but some didn't look quite so
happy. "Luke was the leader of this little group, and what he's suffering
today is no worse than what he's already put others through. The sort of
things that he has been involved in will no longer be tolerated in this
school." He pushed the boy back towards his chair and Colin helped the
youngster to climb back up onto it.

"Now for our final performer," said Josh. "I need one more volunteer."

"Me. I'll do it," the boy, Rogers, called out from the back of the room.

"I don't think so," said Josh, with a grin. "Callum is to get twenty
strokes, and I think you might have a bit of trouble counting that far."

There was general laughter, and Rogers coloured and quickly looked down,
punching the boy sitting next to him who was laughing along with everyone
else.

Josh selected one of the boys who he had noticed had been particularly
interested in watching as Callum's briefs had been removed, and invited him
up. The boy's face lit up as he realised that he was going to get the
chance of a closer look at the cute blond boy.

Callum had a deep scowl on his face as he was helped down from his
chair. Josh led him over to the desk and pushed him down over it, using his
foot to move the boy's legs further apart. The watching students would now
have a perfect view of the boy's pale backside, and the ones at the front
might even be able to make out Callum's balls as they dangled between his
legs.

There was a hushed silence as Josh stood poised to begin the punishment,
and then this silence was suddenly broken by the crack of wood against
flesh.

"Ow!" The blow, when it finally came, had taken Callum by surprise and
probably stung more than the boy had thought it would. However, the second
stroke was endured in silence, as was the third, and the fourth, and the
fifth; Callum was obviously trying to demonstrate how tough he was.

Although Josh could admire Callum's attempt at stoicism, he couldn't allow
it to continue. If the thirteen-year-old somehow managed to endure the full
punishment without showing any signs of weakness, the boy would have
achieved a psychological victory. It was important that Callum be shown
that there was no way that he could win. Though Josh needn't have worried,
as by the time they reached ten Callum was giving a small, involuntary
grunt after each stroke, and he was starting to squirm on the desk. By
fourteen the grunts had turned into gasps of pain. At this stage Josh
paused the punishment and ran his palm over the boy's glowing backside.

"You could fry an egg on this," the SDO commented. "Feel how hot it is," he
suggested to the boy who had been keeping count.

The boy gave a shy grin and tentatively extended his hand, gently touching
Callum's arse cheeks with his fingers. "Yeah, it's hot," he giggled,
confirming Josh's words and causing a ripple of laughter to pass around the
classroom.

Josh laid the ruler aside for a moment and used both hands to massage
Callum's reddened cheeks, in the process pulling them apart and giving the
nearby boy, as well as the girls sitting at the nearest desks, a good look
at what lay hidden between them.

"Stop it," Callum pleaded, squirming to try to escape Josh's hold.

"Not nice, is it, having someone deliberately trying to humiliate you?"
said Josh, with a soft laugh. He lightly slapped one of the cheeks with his
hand before once more picking up the ruler. "Just six more to go," he said,
"and then it's back to my office for the final part of your punishment."

Callum managed to endure the final six strokes with little more than muted
gasps, though he had tears in his eyes as Josh pulled him back upright. He
kept his gaze lowered as he was helped back up onto his chair.

"I think that completes our little show," said Josh, addressing the
class. "Thank you, all of you, and especially Mrs. Simpson, for allowing us
to interrupt your English lesson. Please don't feel too sorry for any of
these boys; they've put others through far worse. Also, it might be a good
idea if some of you took today as a sort of warning as to what could happen
if you step too far out of line; I now have the authority to punish any of
you boys in the same way as I've punished these four. Also be warned that
there are plans to extend similar punishments to girls, so any girls who
think they are safe to behave as they like had better think again." He
paused and looked around the room, stopping briefly on Rogers, who quickly
dropped his gaze to his desk. Josh allowed himself a small grin. "Alan
Webster, could you stand up please?"

A slight, nervous looking boy suddenly jerked his head upright, all the
colour draining from his face. He rose unsteadily to his feet.

"Don't look so worried," Josh laughed. "You're not in any trouble. I'd like
a quick word with you out in the corridor."

Still looking terrified, the boy followed Josh from the room.

"Hey, relax. You're really not in trouble or anything," Josh reassured the
boy. "I understand that you were one of the victims of those four in
there."

The boy nodded, still not comfortable being singled out by a man who had
the power to strip him naked in front of a classroom full of students.

"Since that's the case, I thought it appropriate that you come back to my
office with me to witness the final part of their punishment." Josh put his
hand on the boy's shoulder. "You can bring a friend with you if it would
make you feel more comfortable. If you'd rather not come at all, it doesn't
matter."

"What would I have to do?" Alan asked, nervously.

"Just stand and watch," said Josh. "You'll get the chance to become a
little more involved if you want to, but that's up to you."

There was a short pause while the boy thought this over and then he smiled
and nodded his head. "OK. My friend Martin can come with me?"

"Sure, go get him. I'll OK it with Mrs. Simpson."

The SDO returned to the classroom and instructed Will and Colin to get the
boys down from their chairs and help them on with their shorts. While the
prefects took care of this, Josh had a quick word with the teacher,
explaining that he would be taking Alan and his friend Martin out of the
lesson, as they were required as witnesses in the SDO's office.

It turned out that Martin was the boy who had done the counting during
Callum's spanking with the ruler. Given that the reason Josh had selected
him for this task was because of his obvious interest in Callum's naked
body, having Martin present during this final stage of the punishment
promised to make things extremely interesting.

Once they were all back out in the corridor, Callum nodded towards Alan and
Martin. "Why are they coming with us?" he demanded, his mouth curled in a
sneer.

"Because I asked them to come," Josh replied, coolly. "Since Alan was one
of your victims, it seems fair to me that he gets to witness the final part
of your punishment. He'll even get the chance to be more `hands on' if he
wants."

Callum froze as he realised the implications of this statement. "He's not
touching me," he said, adamantly. "I'm not going to let anyone touch me; no
one at all. This whole thing stinks. I've had enough; you're not doing
anything else to me."

Now that his friend had made a stand, Luke decided to join him. "Yeah,
you've shaved our pubes off and had us naked in front of a whole class of
kids and hit us with a ruler. We've been punished enough. It's not fair."
He moved to stand next to Callum.

"I see," said Josh, amused at this show of resistance, but trying not to
show it. "So after everything that's happened, you still haven't learned
who's in charge here." He looked at Ian and Gareth. "Do you two want to
join your friends?" Neither of them moved. "Well at least we appear to have
made some progress with two of you," Josh smiled. He turned his attention
back to Luke and Callum, who stood in just their underwear, their hands
fastened behind them. Both of the boys were wearing stubborn
expressions. "So you're not going to come willingly back to my office?"

"No fucking way," Callum muttered. "We've had enough."

"OK, if that's what you want," said Josh. He stepped up to Callum, pushed
him roughly back against the wall and ripped his briefs down. Colin stepped
forwards to help and between them it took just a moment to remove the
garment completely, leaving Callum totally naked.

Seeing what had happened to his friend, Luke tried to back away, but he had
nowhere to escape to. He had time for a quick "Please, no!" before his
shorts were also removed.

Holding their undergarments in his hand, Josh looked at the two nude
teens. Callum's face was white with anger and humiliation. Luke looked as
though he might burst into tears. "We're going back to my office," said the
SDO. "Since you don't want to come with us, you're free to stay
here. However, the bell is due to sound in less than five minutes, and
these corridors are going to get very busy. So it's up to you; you can stay
here or come along and face up to the final part of your punishment." The
SDO turned and began to walk away.

"Wait..." It was Luke. "You can't leave us like this." He was now
definitely on the verge of tears.

"It's your choice," said Josh.

"Alright, I'll come." Luke shot an apologetic glance at Callum and then
quickly stepped towards Josh. "Can I have my shorts back?"

"Sorry," said Josh. "You'd better just hope that we get back to my office
before the bells goes."

"Oh..." Luke looked wildly up and down the corridor as if expecting that at
any second the bell would sound and the corridors would become filled with
crowds of students, and he would still be standing here naked. "Cal... come
on," he almost sobbed.

Callum had already realised that he had been out-manoeuvred. His head down,
he stepped up to the waiting group.

"Ah, so you're coming after all?" asked Josh, grinning. He glanced at his
watch. "Just a couple of minutes to go; I wonder if we'll make it in time."
He set off, moving at a fairly leisurely pace.

The tension increased as they made their way back to the office. Small
sounds of consternation were coming from all four of the
thirteen-year-olds, none of whom wanted to be caught in a busy corridor;
Luke and Callum in particular, given their total nudity, were showing signs
of encroaching panic.

They had almost reached their destination when Joanne Bayliss, one of the
school's secretaries, stepped out of one of the offices they were
passing. As soon as she saw the group she stopped dead in her tracks, her
mouth falling open.

Joanne was in her early twenties, slim and attractive, and many of the
school's older boys had secret and sometimes not so secret crushes on
her. Her entire attention was now on the naked and near naked teens and, as
she looked them up and down, a grin appeared on her face. "Now there's
something you don't see everyday," she laughed.

"It's something you might see more of from now on," said Josh. "You've
heard about the new rules?"

"Yes, but only today. You sure work fast."

"No point in wasting time," said Josh. "These four have had it coming for a
long time. I'm giving them a day they won't forget in a hurry. Luke, hasn't
anyone ever told you that it's bad manners to turn your back on a lady?
Face forwards!"

Luke, who had immediately turned his front towards the wall when Joanne
appeared, reluctantly turned to face her, his cheeks glowing. In fact, all
of the undressed boys looked like they wanted the ground to swallow them
up.

"My, they are cute," laughed Joanne. "I can't wait to tell the girls in the
office about this." She gave a final look and, still laughing, she walked
off down the corridor.

Just as they started moving again, the loud, jangling sound of the bell
sounded throughout the school.

"Oh shit!" Luke looked around in panic. They were still a short distance
from the door that led into Josh's outer office.

Josh paused for a moment, looking at the terrified faces that were turned
towards him and then he grinned and nodded. "Alright, off you go; make a
run for it." He watched, laughing as Callum, Luke, Ian and Gareth all made
a mad dash towards the safety of the office. Callum got there first, just
as doors along the corridor started opening and students began to pour
out. The other three huddled around him, jostling to get inside. However,
with their hands fastened behind them, they couldn't manage the door
handle. Callum had to turn around and face back out into the corridor in
order to open the door. By this stage a good number of students had seen
them and there were numerous whistles and cat-calls mixed in with a good
deal of laughter as the boys finally got the door open and almost fell into
the outer office.

As Josh entered the outer office that served as a waiting area, he found
the four boys all red-faced and breathing heavily. Luke had tears on his
cheeks and Callum, for all his toughness, now look like he wasn't far off
tears himself.

"Alright guys," said Josh, almost gently. "Let's get you inside and get the
final part of your punishment over with."

 Josh led the four thirteen-year-olds into the main office. They were
followed in by the two prefects and Alan and Martin. The two younger boys
were still laughing as a result of watching Callum and his friends scramble
to get through the door.

"What you laughing at, snot face?" Callum rounded on Martin, who had made
the mistake of getting a bit too close. "You won't be laughing when I'm
done with you."

Martin's humour immediately evaporated, and he stepped back, looking
suddenly scared.

Josh quickly stepped between the boys, and facing Callum, he bent over
until he was looking the youngster straight in the eyes. Reaching out, he
wrapped his fingers around the young teen's dick and balls, gripping them
tightly. "You never learn, do you?" he said, making his voice
menacing. "Even after everything that's happened to you, you just can't
help yourself." He gave the boy's balls a squeeze, causing Callum to
whimper softly. "Let me explain something to you," the SDO continued. "If
you or any of your friends ever so much as lifts one finger against either
of these two boys, I'll have you naked in the school hall in front of the
entire school, and that will just be the start of it. Are you getting the
message?"

Callum nodded, dumbly, and quickly moved back as Josh released his hold.

Josh turned his attention to Alan and Martin, who had watched the exchange
nervously. "If you have any trouble from any of these boys at any time in
the future, you come straight to me and I'll have them back in here so fast
that their feet won't touch the ground." Martin nodded and gave a smile,
though Alan still looked uncertain, probably because he'd already suffered
at the hands of Luke and his friends.

At Josh's instruction, Colin removed the cuffs from Gareth and Ian. The two
boys were then ordered to remove their shorts so that all of the
thirteen-year olds-were once again naked, though Luke and Callum still had
their hands fastened behind them. Josh then arranged the boys so that
Gareth stood facing Ian, and Callum was facing Luke. The young teens looked
at each other, nervously, wondering what was in store for them now.

"OK, we're going to play a game," said Josh. "It's called `Get Your Dick
Hard'. If you aren't hard before the time is up, there will be an
additional punishment, and I promise you that it won't be very
nice. However, you are not allowed to touch yourselves. You have ten
minutes, starting now."

None of the boys moved, then after a moment, Ian gave a resigned shrug and
reached for Gareth's cock. Gareth looked uncomfortable, but quickly
reciprocated and they stood playing with each other in an attempt to get
each other hard.

Callum and Luke watched as if unwilling to believe what they were seeing.

"Time's moving on," Josh warned.

"Shit," Callum muttered. He looked around the room as if looking for a way
out of this situation, but of course there was none.

Luke took a step towards his friend, but then stopped, tugging at his
wrists. He looked at Josh. "We can't do it with our hands tied behind our
backs."

Josh gave a smile. "Since you can't use your hands, you'd better think of a
different way. Use your imagination."

Silence fell as a Luke's face drained of colour. He shook his head. "No
way. No fucking way. You can't make us do that."

Callum was only a second behind his friend in reaching the same
conclusion. "You're a fucking sicko. I'm not fucking gay; I'm not sucking
anybody's cock."

Josh started to laugh. "Who said anything about sucking cock? I said use
your imagination. Or failing that, ask for some help. The rule was simply
that you can't touch yourselves; you can't anyway with your hands tied, but
there's nothing to stop you asking someone else to help you. Though if you
do decide that you would rather use your mouths then go right ahead; I'm
sure we'd all enjoy the show."

The two boys made brief eye contact and then quickly looked away from each
other, their faces had gone from white to red.

"Though a couple of things you should be aware of," Josh continued. "It is
now within my power to force you to perform oral sex on each other, so keep
that in mind next time you are tempted to misbehave. Also, that short
outburst of bad language has earned you both another eight strokes each
with the ruler. Now, the minutes are ticking by and neither of you is
showing any signs of getting hard."

Callum groaned at the announcement that he was again to feel the ruler
across his arse cheeks. He looked at Will, hesitated a moment and then
turned to Colin. "Will you help me get hard?" he asked, almost petulantly.

Colin glanced at Josh, who gave the briefest shake of his head. "Sorry,"
the prefect grinned.

"Why not?" Callum demanded.

"Because I don't want to," Colin laughed.

Looking crushed, Callum turned back to Will. "Will you help me then?" he
asked, with huge reluctance. The whole school knew that Will was gay, and
this was obviously the reason that Callum had asked Colin before asking
Will.

Again, Josh shook his head, and Will turned down the request.

"This is stupid," Callum muttered, getting angry and frustrated.

"Will you do it?" Luke jumped in, his eyes on the SDO.

"No," said Josh, firmly. "But you could try asking them." He nodded in the
direction of Alan and Martin, who were watching the proceedings with
nervous interest, their attention split between the drama of this exchange
and the enthralling sight of Gareth and Ian, who were still stroking each
other.

Luke gritted his teeth. "Alright, will you help me?" he asked Alan, making
the request sound more like a threat.

"Erm... I dunno." Alan looked at Josh for guidance.

"It's up to you," said Josh. "Do it if you want to, don't if you don't want
to. Though I do think you should make him ask more nicely." He made a show
of glancing at his watch. "Five minutes gone. Just five more to go."

"Will you help me, please?" begged Luke, now getting desperate.

Alan hesitated and then nervously approached Luke. He put his hand out
towards the boy's dick and then suddenly pulled back, giggling shyly.

"Oh, this is fucking ridiculous," Luke complained. "Just grab the fucking
thing."

Alan pulled a face and then took hold of the boy's penis, holding it
tenderly in his hand as though he hadn't a clue what to do with it.

Callum tore his attention away from his friend and looked at Martin, who
was now his only option. There was an expectant, almost eager grin on
Martin's face.

"So are you going to do it to me, or what?" Callum muttered.

Martin's grin broadened. "Sure," he said. Not exhibiting any of Alan's
shyness, he took hold of Callum's cock and began to squeeze and pull on it.

"Hey, not so fucking rough," Callum complained, trying to back away but not
getting very far since his dick was held tightly in the younger boy's hand.

"You're now both up to twelve strokes each with the ruler," Josh pointed
out. "Keeping going with that bad language and you're going to be so sore
you won't be able to sit down for a week."

Neither Luke nor Callum acknowledged the SDO's words. Their full attention
was now on what was going on down around their groin areas. Martin was
clearly enjoying getting his hands on Callum's privates, and Alan, whilst
much more reticent, was starting to show a little more confidence.

Josh kept one eye on what was happening and the other on his watch. The ten
minutes had passed, but Martin in particular was so obviously having a good
time that the SDO let things continue for an extra couple of minutes before
calling a halt. "OK, times up. Everyone stop what you are doing."

The four embarrassed and humiliated thirteen-year-olds were now all
sporting full boners. Josh made them line up, and then walked down the
line, wrapping his fingers around each shaft in turn and at the same time
feeling each boy's balls. He then suggested to the prefects that they also
might want to check that each boy was indeed fully erect, a task they
approached with clear enthusiasm. Finally, Alan and Martin took a turn
passing down the line, holding each erect cock in their hands. Martin in
particular seemed to take his time, stroking each of the erections, a look
of dreamy excitement on his face.

"It's not nice, is it, knowing that anyone can touch as much as they like
and that there's nothing you can do about it?" said Josh, addressing the
boys. "This is the way things are going to be from now on. If you mess up,
you'll find yourselves back here, and each time will be worse than the
last. If you think today has been a nightmare, then think again. I can make
things much, much worse for you. For Ian and Gareth, we're almost done for
today; one final task and then you can get dressed. But I have some more
things in store for Luke and Callum."

The looks on the faces of the two ringleaders were almost anguished. Luke
muttered a soft "It's not fair."

Josh ignored the boy's protests; he'd heard it all before. "Ian and Gareth
are now going to give us a demonstration. They are going to show us all how
a thirteen-year-old jerks off; we're going to watch them cum."

There were looks of pure horror on the faces of Ian and Gareth. They had
probably thought that the worst was over, but now in front of an audience,
including some of their friends, they were being ordered to perform the
most private and personal act imaginable. They'd already played with
themselves and each other, and that had been humiliating enough, but now
they were going to have to wank properly, and even make themselves shoot.

"I can't do that," moaned Gareth, looking like he might burst into tears.

"Do it and you're done," said Josh. "If you refuse then you are going to be
joining your two friends for their further punishments, and they are going
to have to jerk off themselves eventually anyway, so you may as well get it
over with. I want you and Ian to sit side by side on my desk and masturbate
yourselves. Keep your legs open so that we can all have a good view. Your
best plan would be to try to cum as quickly as you can, because you're
going to have to stay there until you do."

With extreme reluctance, the two youngsters took their places on the edge
of the desk. They sat with their legs wide, putting their shaved groins
with their hard dicks and dangling balls on full display. Then, slowly,
they wrapped their fingers around their rigid organs and started to wank.

All eyes were on the two performers. Ian had his eyes closed and his head
back as though trying to pretend that he was alone, safely at home in his
own bedroom. His hand moved with a firm, steady determination. Gareth, on
the other hand, was much less controlled in his technique. He stared down
at his hard cock, his face red, as he pumped frantically for several
seconds, paused to adjust his grip and then began pumping again.

"Cool," Martin muttered, his gaze locked on the two boys, a small but
prominent bulge in the front of his trousers testament to his own aroused
state.

Both Colin and Will were obviously in a similar condition to Martin. Colin
was surreptitiously rubbing his hand over his own groin.

"That's it, guys," said Josh, encouragingly, as the thirteen-year-olds
continued their wanking. "Let it go."

Luke watched the proceedings with an almost hypnotised fascination. Callum
watched red faced and frequently looked away, though his eyes always
returned to the sight of his two friends jacking their hard dicks.

Ian was the first to cum. His stroking became more frantic and his
breathing quickened. A contorted expression appeared on his face and he
gave a loud groan as cum spurted from his dick to splash across his own
thigh. He sighed and let go of his dick, staring disgustedly at the sticky
liquid on his fingers.

Now that he was the sole object of attention, Gareth began pumping faster
than ever. His face and upper body were red from his exertions. However, as
the minutes ticked by, it didn't look like he was getting any closer to
shooting. Then, just as Josh was about to take pity on the boy and call a
halt, the young teen moaned and a small, single spurt of cum shot from the
head of his cock. He immediately stopped his stroking and looked
shamefacedly at Josh as though asking if that were enough.

Josh nodded and smiled. "That's it, guys. Your punishment's over. Get
yourselves cleaned up and get dressed. Remember though that if you find
yourselves here again, things will be much worse than they have been
today."

Gareth rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and then gratefully
accepted the handful of tissues that Will held out to him, not offering any
protest as the prefect began to help him clean up, even when Will took hold
of his spent cock and began wiping the head.

Colin went to help Ian, though he settled for handing the boy some tissues
and letting him clean himself.

Picking up his ruler, Josh turned to Callum and Luke. "I think it's
spanking time again boys. But this time we're going to do it a little
differently."

Luke looked down at his feet, and Callum scowled, but remained silent.

Josh went over to a wooden topped table that stood against the wall, and
cleared it of the boxes that it was holding, before dragging it out into
the room. He then pulled Luke and Callum over to the table, positioning
them facing each other at each end, and unfastened their cuffs. "Both of
you lean forwards over the table," the SDO instructed. When they obeyed, he
once more fastened their cuffs, but this time to each other, so that Luke's
left wrist was now fastened to Callum's right, and vice versa. This had the
effect of holding both boys bent forwards over the wooden surface. It also
meant that they were face to face; if they leaned a little further
forwards, their faces could touch, which was exactly what Josh wanted.

"Now I'm looking for a couple of volunteers," said Josh, looking at Alan
and Martin.

"What for?" Martin asked.

Josh grinned and held out the wooden ruler to the boy.

Martin's eyes lit up. "You mean you want us to spank them?"

"If you want to do it," said Josh.

"Wow! You bet!" Martin almost snatched the ruler out of the SDO's hand.

Josh quickly took another ruler from his desk drawer and offered it to
Alan, who looked at it worriedly.

"You don't have to if you don't want," said Josh. "But this is your chance
to get them back for what they did to you. If you're worried about them
taking some sort of revenge on you, then don't be; if they ever even come
near you again I'll have them giving oral sex demonstrations in front of
whole classes for the next month."

"You can't do that!" Callum called out, looking sick.

"Would you like me to prove to you that I can?" asked Josh, turning to look
at the boy and giving him a cool stare.

"Just shut it, Cal," Luke muttered, miserably. "Or he'll make us do it."

"No fucking way," Callum scowled. "Nobody's ever going to make me do that."

"Cal, shut the fuck up!" Luke glared at his friend until Callum eventually
dropped his gaze.

"A wise move, Callum," said Josh, mildly. "Now, shall we get on? You're due
twenty strokes each."

"Twenty?" Callum glared at Josh. "You said twelve."

"That was before your latest bout of bad language," said Josh, with a
smile. "Would you like me to increase it further?"

"Ah..." Callum ground his teeth together, biting back what he had been
about to say.

"I'll take that as a no," Josh grinned. He looked at Alan and Martin who
stood holding their rulers, awaiting instructions. "If you'd like to get
ready."

Martin quickly moved up behind Callum, leaving Luke to his friend.

"OK, in your own time, give them each their first ten." Josh stepped back
so that he would be able to see what was happening on either side of the
table.

Alan hesitated, looking over at Martin as if for support. Martin gave a
grin and brought his ruler down hard across Callum's arse.

"Argh!" Callum yelled out. His backside was probably still a little sore
from his previous encounter with the ruler, and Martin had certainly not
held back, probably hitting even harder than Josh had done.

"One," grinned Martin, gleefully.

Alan followed his friend's example, though with not quite so much
enthusiasm or power; Luke gave a muffled grunt but didn't cry out.

Martin struck again, equally as forcefully as the first time, and even Josh
cringed at little, wondering whether he should tell the boy to take it a
little easier. The SDO decided not to interfere; the blows would be
painful, but would do no real damage, and Callum was still far too
belligerent for his own good.

The two eleven-year-olds took turns in delivering blows. Martin's were all
given with as much force as he could muster, whilst Alan seemed almost
afraid for the first few, but then appeared to gain in confidence and he
soon had Luke crying out as each stroke landed. By the time they reached
ten, both of the naked teens had nicely reddened backsides. Luke was
sniffling back tears and Callum was drawing shuddering breaths as if he was
holding back his own tears.

"Right, we'll pause there for a moment," said Josh. "Do you two boys want
to continue, or would you prefer the prefects to take over?"

Martin quickly shook his head. "No, I'm fine. I'll carry on."

"What about you Alan?" the SDO asked the other boy.

"I'll carry on as well," said Alan, with a shy smile.

Josh nodded. Alan was obviously a fairly timid boy, and this had made him a
perfect target for the bullies. Josh hoped that giving him a chance to get
his own back would help his confidence in the future.

Martin was stroking his fingers across Callum's reddened arse cheeks. He
was smiling happily.

"Martin, why don't you check to see whether Callum is still hard, or
whether he's lost his erection?" Josh suggested.

Grinning, Martin reached between Callum's legs and grabbed the older boy's
cock. "He's gone soft," he giggled.

Callum squirmed and bit back a soft sob, helpless to prevent this casual
fondling by a boy two years younger than himself.

"Oh dear," Josh smiled. "That must mean he's not enjoying it. We'll have to
see if we can do something about that." He crossed to his desk and took a
small tube of lubricant from one of the drawers. "Let's give this a try."
As he returned to the table, he took the cap off the tube and squeezed some
of the contents onto his fingertip.

"What're you going to do?" Callum was looking at Josh, his expression
worried.

"You're about to find out," Josh grinned. "I suggest you relax." As he
stood behind Callum, the SDO asked Martin to pull the boy's arse cheeks
apart, a task that that eleven-year-old approached with obvious enthusiasm.

"I can see his bum hole," Martin giggled, no doubt adding to Callum's
humiliation.

"No! Don't!" Callum shouted, now having a good idea of what was in store
for him. He started to struggle.

CRACK! Josh's hand came down hard across one of Callum's already sore bum
cheeks, causing the boy to give a howl of pain.

"Keep still," ordered Josh. "Or I'll cuff your ankles to the table legs so
that you can't move at all."

Callum ceased his struggling, but he had a panicked look on his face as he
twisted his neck to try to see what was happening behind him. As Josh's
lubricated index finger pressed against his tightly clamped arsehole he
gave a despairing sob. "No, please..."

Josh's finger penetrated the opening, and, ignoring Callum's protests, he
worked it in and out until his entire finger was inside the boy. "Play with
his dick and see if you can get him hard again," the SDO told Martin.

"Sure." Once more Martin reached around underneath Callum and started to
massage the boy's cock. After just a few moments he started to laugh. "It's
working; he's getting a boner."

Callum gave another sob and lowered his head onto his restrained arms,
hiding the tears of anger and humiliation that were on his cheeks as he was
unable to prevent his body responding to the stimulation it was receiving.

"I've decided to do you a favour, Callum," said Josh, still working his
finger around in the boy's arse. "I'm not going to make you jerk off after
all. I think we'll make you cum this way instead."

"No," Callum moaned. "I don't want to."

"I'm sure Alan and the others that you victimised didn't want to have their
trousers taken down by you and your gang, but you went ahead and did it
anyway," said Josh. "Now you're finding out what it's like to be on the
receiving end." The SDO looked over at Will. "Do you want to be taking care
of Luke?" He nodded his head towards the tube of lubricant which lay on the
table beside Callum.

A wide grin split Will's face as he reached for the tube. "I think I can do
that," he said, no doubt delighted at the chance of such intimate sexual
contact with his boyfriend's obnoxious yet extremely cute younger brother.

"No way! That gay wanker's not putting his finger in me," Luke
protested. He tried to struggle, but Will, with Colin's help, easily held
him down.

"Alan, do you want to jerk Luke off or would you rather I get one of the
others to do it?" Josh asked.

"Well..." Alan looked uncomfortable.

"Don't worry about it," said Josh, giving the boy a reassuring smile. "You
can just stand and watch. Will, is your hand up to it?"

Will's wrist was still bandaged as a result of having recently broken his
hand on a bullying teacher's jaw. However, the head boy gave a grin and
made a show of flexing his fingers. "I think I can manage." He finished
lubricating his index finger and slipped it between Luke's arse cheeks,
ignoring the cries and sobs of protest as he worked the digit into the
boy's rectum. Then reaching round with his other hand, he began to stroke
Luke's cock.

"Colin," Josh called on the other prefect, who stood watching the scene, a
large bulge in the front of his trousers. "In that cupboard on the end
you'll find some small glass dishes. Would you get a couple of them out for
me? When these two shoot, I'd like you to catch it in the dishes. Is that
OK?"

"Erm, yeah, I guess," said Colin with a slightly uncomfortable grin. "As
long as I don't have to get the stuff on my hands."

"You'll just have to be careful," laughed Josh. Colin had a girlfriend and
claimed to be completely straight, yet he always seemed to get turned on
when helping out at any of these sessions and didn't seem at all averse to
getting his hand on some cock.

Josh patted Callum's back with his free hand. "How you doing down there?
You'd better not let yourself shoot before Colin's ready, or I'll have you
on your hands and knees licking it up off the floor."

"Fuck you, you bastard," Callum snarled, between sobs. "Argh!" The cry of
pain came as Josh again slapped his arse as punishment for the bad
language.

"How's it going, Martin?" Josh asked his young helper, who was down on his
knees, a look of concentration on his face as worked Callum's slim but
rock-hard shaft.

"Fine," said Martin, with a cheeky grin. "It's making my arm ache though."

"You obviously haven't practised enough at home," Josh joked. Martin's face
flushed red and he quickly turned his attention back to what he was doing.

Colin was now on his knees beside the table, a small, flat, glass dish in
either hand. He turned his head from side to side, watching both Callum and
Luke so as to be ready when either of them was ready to shoot. Both of the
thirteen-year-olds were moaning softly and Luke was starting to
squirm. Josh quietly pointed this out to Colin, so that the prefect could
ready himself.

Luke was the first of the boys to shoot. He gave a low groan, his body
tensed and his face contorted with the effort, as though he were trying to
hold back a flood. This continued for a few moments, and then he relaxed
and dropped forwards onto the table hiding his face.

"You get it, Colin?" Josh asked.

"Yeah, I got it," said Colin, holding up the dish, which now held several
pools of thin, whitish-looking liquid.

"OK, one down, one to go. Do you want me to take over, Martin?" asked the
SDO.

"No, I want to do it."

Josh grinned to himself; the youngster had taken to this like a pro. Alan
had now joined his friend on the floor, squatting down so that he too could
get a good view of what was happening beneath the table.

"Make it a good one, Callum," said Josh. "You've got yourself quite an
audience."

Callum didn't respond to the comment, probably because of the feelings that
were washing through his body. The combination of Josh finger-fucking his
arse and Alan wanking his cock was clearly working its magic. He groaned an
almost unintelligible "No!" and shook his head as though determined not to
undergo the final humiliation of being forced to shoot his cum in front of
all of these people. But nature would not be denied. With a final loud sob,
his body tensed and he began to shake.

Josh felt the boy's anal muscles spasming against his finger and he pushed
inside to rub his fingertip against Callum's prostate.

"Argh!" Callum groaned. "Stop. Please. Ah shit!" His body continued to
shake for several moments and then the shaking stopped, the tension eased,
and he too dropped down onto the table.

"Wow, that was awesome." Martin was getting to his feet, his eyes on the
sticky cum that coated his fingers. He pulled a face and held his hand away
from him, giggling.

"Go wash it in the sink," Josh told the boy, with a smile.

"Not much, but I got what there was," said Colin, also getting to his feet
and holding out the second glass dish for Josh to see. "What do you want me
to do with these?"

"Put them on my desk for now," said Josh. He followed Martin over to the
sink to wash his own hands.

It took just a couple of minutes for Josh, Will and Martin to finish at the
sink. Luke and Callum were still fastened together across the table. Luke
kept his face down, but Callum looked up at the SDO with red-rimmed eyes.

"I think we'd better finish your spanking," said Josh, his comment being
met with groans from the two thirteen-year-olds. "You've still got another
ten each; I'll let you off any extra for your bad language during your
wanking."

This time Alan and Martin took a back seat, standing back to watch as Will
and Colin took over with the rulers. Josh came to the conclusion that
Callum had done rather well out of this change, as Colin didn't deliver the
blows anywhere near as hard as Martin had done.

Leaving the prefects to complete the spanking, Josh went to his desk,
passing Ian and Gareth, who were now dressed and watching the punishment of
their friends. Both boys looked like they wished they could be anywhere
else but here.

"Stay out of trouble, or that could be you next time," Josh told the
boys. "If I were you, I'd keep well away from those two and stop letting
them lead you into trouble."

Gareth gave a small nod, and Josh gave the boy's shoulder a squeeze.

By the time the spanking was complete, both Callum and Luke were crying
softly. It appeared that both of them were at last beaten. However, Josh
decided that a little more humiliation was in order to make sure that they
fully understood that they couldn't beat the system. He carried the two
small glass dishes back over to the table. Callum and Luke looked up at
Josh as he approached, but for both of them, the fire that had previously
been in their eyes had been replaced by tears.

Josh dipped his finger in one of the bowls, collecting some of the sticky,
cold cum on his fingertip. "Hold his head still," he instructed Colin, who
was standing behind Callum.

Callum tried to struggle, but quickly gave in, and Josh smeared the cum
from his fingertip across the boy's lips. "Urgh! Oh shit!" As soon as
Callum was released his face contorted in disgust and he shook his head as
if trying to shake the cum from his lips.

Having seen what had just happened to his friend, Luke struggled even
harder, but there was no escape as Josh smeared cum from the other dish
around Luke's mouth.

Both boys were trying to wipe their mouths on their arms, since their hands
were still restrained, fastened to each other. Josh quickly stepped
forwards and laying the dishes aside, he grabbed two handfuls of hair,
turning the boys' heads so that they were looking at him.

"Just so that you know," said Josh with a smile. "Each of you has the
other's cum on your lips, not your own." He kept a firm hold as the young
teens again tried to struggle. "Next time you'll be taking that cum
directly from its source, so think yourselves lucky I haven't made you do
that today. I think to finish things off, a kiss would be nice. I want the
two of you to kiss each other, and not a quick peck on the lips, I want you
to do it properly."

"What? No way," Callum snarled, trying to shake his head as much as he was
able with Josh still holding onto his hair. He automatically licked his
lips, momentarily forgetting what was on them, then realised what he had
done and gave a cry of disgust as he tried to spit his mouth clean.

"Stop that," said Josh sharply. "If you spit, I'll make you lick it up. Now
you can either go ahead with the kiss, as I told you, or you can eat the
rest of the cum in these dishes, it's up to you."

"It's not fair," Luke muttered shaking his head.

"What's it going to be?" Josh asked. He picked up one of the dishes and
collected more of the cum on his fingertip. The boys stared at him in
disbelief and then looked at each other.

"Let's just do it," said Luke miserably.

Callum glared stubbornly for a moment, then nodded his head. "Alright," he
muttered.

"Don't forget, I want you to do it right," said Josh. "Mouths open and
tongues touching. I'll tell you when you can stop."

Slowly the faces of the boys came together; Callum, especially, looked
sick. They both had their lips slightly parted, and after just a moment's
hesitation, their mouths pressed one against the other in a solid kiss.

"Eww, gross," Martin giggled.

"You don't want me to get one of them to kiss you then?" grinned Josh.

"No, way," Martin laughed, though from the way his eyes flicked to Callum,
it was pretty clear his thoughts didn't match his words.

Josh let the kiss continue, making sure that everyone present, including
Ian and Gareth, got a good look. Then he told the boys that he was
satisfied and that they could stop. They broke the kiss immediately, and
Josh quickly unfastened their wrists, allowing them to stand up.

There was now no arrogance or stubbornness in either of the
thirteen-year-olds. They stood with their tear-streaked faces bowed, not
able to even look at each other. The punishment had clearly been effective,
but whether it would be so in the longer term was something that would
remain to be seen.

"OK, I think that just about wraps everything up," said Josh, glad that
this marathon session was now almost over. "I think we should finish off
with all four of you boys giving Alan a proper apology for what you did to
him." One by one, the four teens, two clothed, two still naked, gave
muttered apologies to the embarrassed-looking eleven-year-old.

"Think about what's happened today," said Josh, as he handed Callum and
Luke a couple of tissues each to wipe themselves before they started
getting dressed. "It will be even worse if there's a next time, so make
sure you stay out of trouble from now on. Now get yourselves dressed and
get back to your classes."

"I think I'd better be going as well," said Colin, nervously looking at his
watch. "I'm over half an hour late for a class."

"You'd better hope that your teacher is understanding then," Josh
grinned. "Missing classes is a referable offence, even for a prefect."

"Yeah, but even if I were sent to you, you wouldn't really punish me, would
you?" Colin asked, worriedly.

Josh didn't reply, but Will gave a laugh and nodded. "You bet he would. I
hope it happens when I'm on duty. I'd love to watch."

"Oh shit," Colin muttered. "I think I'd better run."


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