Disciplining Young Gentlemen, Pages 1-3

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Miss Harding had agreed to provide a demonstration of the New School method of disciplining young gentlemen to visiting faculty. Mr. Eric Stratton and Miss Mandy Pepperidge, from Longwood College, had asked Mr. Peters to provide them a demonstration of his disciplinary techniques. The New School method of college discipline was gaining considerable national reputation for its innovative approaches, and Longwood College was having a particularly difficult time with miscreant, insubordinate, and recalcitrant students (the members of the Delta Tau Chi fraternity were especially troublesome).

Mr. Peters graciously assented, and had provided the visiting faculty what turned out to be a very informative, useful, and even stimulating demonstration of the proper New School method of disciplining young ladies (see "Disciplining young ladies"). Mr. Peters felt it was most appropriate that they also view the comparable approach for disciplining young gentlemen, and this responsibility fell on the shoulders of Miss Harding. In the New School approach, optimal discipline is provided by a member of the opposite sex.

The students in Miss Harding's biology class had been told to expect this, and a few of them had in fact been disciplined before, but knowing that it was coming or having experienced it before, didn't necessarily make it any easier. In fact, knowing that it was coming could make it all the more difficult. The anticipatory anxiety, the wondering and worrying about what might happen, could in fact be worse than the embarrassment and humiliation of being so shamefully disciplined in front of fellow students. Well, it probably wasn't really worse, but whether it was worse or not, it was probably best not to worry about it in advance, as the worrying didn't really help. Still, it was so difficult not to wonder and worry.

"Alright then, boys, girls, listen up," Miss Harding said, getting the students to settle down and shift their attention to the front of the class. "That means you too, Benjamin," directing her attention specifically to Benjamin Cosby. He seemed to always be the last one to quiet down. "As indicated on the syllabus, today we will be demonstrating for our illustrious guests from Longwood College the method of discipline we use within this course."

Deep breaths of apprehension coursed through the class.

"We are, of course, very delighted to have this opportunity to assist our sister college, Longwood." She turned to her guests. "I assume that your experience in Mr. Peters' class was suitably illustrative."

"Yes, yes," Mr. Stratton spoke up, rather excitedly. "Very instructive! Very stimulating."

Miss Pepperidge glanced at him, a little surprised at his emphatic enthusiasm, but she concurred. "Yes, it was really very encouraging, even inspirational." It had in fact been a very stimulating experience for her as well but also, in the end, rather frustrating, the relief from which she hurriedly obtained once she was in the privacy of her hotel room.

"I'm so glad. I am, of course, personally familiar with Mr. Peters' methods."

Both Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge wondered what precisely Miss Harding meant by being "personally" familiar. You could understand her statement in a couple of different ways, and Mr. Stratton felt himself swelling already at the thought of disciplining Miss Harding, or at least observing her being disciplined, as she was indeed a strikingly attractive woman.

Miss Harding was 34 years old, with blue eyes, long lashes, and curly blond hair that draped softly across her shoulders. The boys found her figure to be most attractive, and she didn't seem to mind showing it off. She would typically wear rather tight dresses, as she had done today, that accentuated nicely the curves of her bottom and breasts. Many of the boys had considerable difficulty keeping their minds on her lectures, watching instead the movement of her breasts and bottom when she walked about the class or lectured at the blackboard. It was particularly nice to see her bottom wiggle as she wrote on the board. It also didn't help that she was often so nicely scented with quite enticing perfume. Templeton College did not allow coeds to wear perfume, and so its presence on a faculty member was notably provocative.

Miss Harding, apparently oblivious to the double meaning of her statement, continued, "Mr. Peters is certainly the master of the New School approach, but he does tend to entrust the disciplining of young gentlemen to me, and I do hope that you will find our session this afternoon to be at least as comparably instructive as it had been with Mr. Peters."

"Oh yes, I'm sure it will be!" Miss Pepperidge enthusiastically intoned, prompting now a glance from Mr. Stratton.

"Alright then, let's get right to it. Anthony Segerstrom, why don't you come on down." She smiled to herself, feeling like she was imitating Bob Barker, or actually now, Drew Carey (although it wasn't actually the host who said that). Anthony had indeed won the lottery of being the first model for her demonstration.

Anthony, though, didn't feel like he had won anything at all. "You picked me?"

Miss Harding responded a bit sarcastically. "Well, let me see, did I? Well, I did call your name. Yes, it would appear that I picked you."

"No, I mean, does it really have to be me?"

Miss Harding smiled. "Actually, Anthony, precisely because of that response it does have to be you." She turned to her guests, Miss Pepperidge and Mr. Stratton. "In the New School approach we like the punishment to fit the crime, and the first crime we will punish today is disrespect. Anthony is generally a very good student, and he doesn't get into any serious trouble. I have not in fact ever had to discipline him before. But, he can at times be a bit disrespectful: questioning authority, questioning decisions, questioning the instructor. Now, Anthony, if you would."

"Do I really have to?"

Well, if there was any doubt as to the appropriateness of this punishment, Anthony had dispelled all doubt with that comment. Miss Harding just smiled. She was going to enjoy disciplining this young man, although she did in fact enjoy pretty much every such session of instruction. "Yes, Anthony, it really has to be you. Now, before you make me decide to add an additional session, please get your bottom up to the front of the class."

Just her mention that his bottom would be the focus of her attention, and that of the rest of the class, made his heart race. He extricated himself from his desk and proceeded as instructed to the front of the class.

Miss Harding provided further introduction and explanation for today's events as Anthony reluctantly walked up the aisle. "Now, I'm sure you're disappointed, Anthony, that we won't be videotaping this session."

He stopped dead in his tracks. "You're going to videotape this?"

Miss Harding furrowed her brow. "Is that what I said?"

Tracy Flick, front and center of the class, where she always sat, raised her hand and offered, "No, no you didn't, Miss Harding. On the contrary, you said that you wouldn't be videotaping it."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Tracy, that's precisely correct. It's good to see that someone was listening."

Tracy smiled proudly. Tracy was a very good student, although a bit of a toady brownnoser. She was also though rather pretty, with long wavy blonde hair, round blue eyes, pretty pink cheeks, and the most endearing, engaging smile. She knew that someday she would be a big famous scientist, or maybe a politician, or maybe a model. She knew she could pursue just about any career and it all lay before her.

"As I was explaining, Anthony, we will not be videotaping this session, as the demonstrations will at times involve the entire class and, unfortunately," she added, glancing around the room, as if she was looking for someone, "some of the parents did not provide consent for their children to be videotaped."

All of the students were at least eighteen years old and consent of the parents was not actually needed. Templeton, however, was a rather conservative college that worked closely with the students' parents, never implementing programs that they would not approve. It was in part for this reason that Templeton was a rather popular private college. The parents knew that their children would be well taken care of, and would not be allowed to engage in any untoward, unruly activity. And, the administration of Templeton was fully cognizant of the fact that it was the parents who paid the rather exorbitant Templeton tuition. They were not about to offend any deep pockets.

Anthony arrived at the front of the class.

"Excellent, now let's get started."

Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge proceeded to the back of the class, as they had done for Mr. Peters' demonstration. They preferred to be out of sight of the students so that they would be unobtrusive. They did not want their presence to have any impact on the proceedings as they wanted to observe the New School method as it would normally occur.

However, they also preferred the privacy of the back of the room for additional reasons, although Mr. Stratton seriously doubted that he would find today's exercise nearly as stimulating as had been the discipline of Miss Clorette DePasto. Miss Pepperidge, on the other hand, was considerably more expectant, and was now more appropriately dressed for the occasion. She was now wearing a rather long and loose pleated skirt and, most importantly, this time came prepared, having cut out the bottom of the right-hand pocket so that her hand could surreptitiously engage in some helpful, complementary activity.

The two visiting professors positioned themselves beside the last student in the first aisle, a very pretty young lady. Mr. Stratton smiled at that, and wondered if he would be as lucky today as he had been the day before, although he fully realized that without the darkening of the room, the likelihood of any dalliance with a student was substantially diminished.

"Anthony, if you would, drop your trousers and undies."

Anthony fully understood what was expected of him and began to remove his pants and underwear. He had not actually himself been disciplined in this manner before, but he had witnessed other male students being disciplined by Miss Harding, which made him all the more reluctant to proceed. All of the students figured that the most obvious choice for Miss Harding's demonstration would be students previously punished, such as Chris, Robert, or Ronald (see "Miss Harding teaches the boys a lesson"). However, Anthony's virginity with respect to the New School method was another reason he was a natural selection for today's demonstration. When illustrating the procedure, particularly for pedagogical purposes, it was best to have a novice student. The first initial miscreants that would be disciplined by Miss Pepperidge, or Mr. Stratton, would certainly be new to the experience. Besides, an experienced student might not have the more poignant reactions, perhaps being even somewhat jaded by the process. although Mr. Peters and Miss Harding had not themselves experienced this phenomenon. Only one or two sessions were typically enough to get the full effect.

Mr. Stratton watched Anthony with some apprehension, and sympathy. It was clear to him now that he would not find this to be a particularly arousing demonstration.

Miss Pepperidge, on the other hand, smiled as she watched the young man remove his trousers and jockey briefs. Her right hand slipped deep into her pocket, and through the hole.

Anthony at least had his back turned to the class when he pulled down his slacks and underwear, and he hoped that his shirt tail would provide him with some modest protection. Still, that was hardly much of a consolation. It was still embarrassing to drop his pants and jockeys in front of the class. Plus, he didn't realize that the girls still could see the bottom of his bottom peeking out from beneath his shirt. It really wasn't that long. There was a bit of tittering and giggling at the sight of the young man's white cheeks. As he began to step out of pants, Miss Harding corrected him.

"No, no, Anthony," Miss Harding asserted. She turned to the class or, more especially, the visiting faculty. "It is often best to have the naughty young man's trousers and undies remain around his ankles. This provides a very nice visual affirmation of his state of undress, plus it helps to constrict his movements during the course of the session." She turned back to Anthony. "Anthony, if you wouldn't mind, step over to the desk and assume the position."

He proceeded to the desk but quickly experienced the difficulty in walking with his trousers and underwear tangled around his ankles and feet. He had to avoid raising his feet off the floor, taking very small, sliding steps. This was really embarrassing.

A number of the students, both the boys and girls now, giggled at the sight.

"As you can see, it's a bit difficult for Anthony to even walk to the desk. He kind of looks like the naughty little boy who had an accident in his pants and is shuffling shamefully to his mommy for help, doesn't he, girls."

Miss Harding's imagery was facilitated by the fact that Anthony was a rather short, thin boy, with boyish brown eyes and tousled hair, and he did indeed feel like a very embarrassed little boy.

Anthony and Miss Pepperidge, actually everyone, did not miss the fact that Miss Harding had referred specifically to the girls of the class. Miss Pepperidge made a note of that. It added to the male student's self-consciousness to remind him of the fact that he was being observed by girls as he walked clumsily to the teacher's desk, his pants and underpants around his ankles.

"Excellent demonstration, Anthony," Miss Harding intoned.

"Yes, ma'am," he softly replied, as he proceeded awkwardly to her desk. But, he wasn't really walking this way on purpose, to help with her demonstration. He didn't really have much choice in the matter.

When he arrived he leaned over, resting on his elbows, his bottom facing the class. He didn't need to be instructed in that. He had seen a few boys, and girls, get into this position. It was a tremendous moment of expectation for him when it was a girl he was watching. It was a tremendous moment of expectation now as well, but one accompanied by anxiety and dread, rather than arousal.

Without any introduction or warning, Miss Harding tossed Anthony's shirt up over his back, revealing to the entire class his white, round bottom. There was considerable giggling among the girls. A couple of the boys laughed as well, but a number of them felt sorry for Anthony, and a few of them looked away, finding it rather awkward to be looking at another boy's bare bum.

"Now, Anthony," Miss Harding instructed, "Be a good boy and arch your back. You want to provide a nice presentation for your spanking."

He obviously didn't really want to do that, but he knew better than to object. He arched his back and raised up his bottom.

Miss Harding smiled in approval. "Yes, much better, Anthony." She turned to her guests. "This presentation can be difficult for a girl, as I am sure Mr. Peters had instructed, but it can be especially difficult for a boy." She explained, as she lightly patted the young man's bottom, "It can convey the impression that he is presenting himself not just for a spanking, but for a homosexual advance."

Anthony's face was already a bit red, but it flushed deeply at that intimation. He was not himself homosexual. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but he didn't particularly like the suggestion. He turned his face back to Miss Harding. "I'm not a homosexual, Miss Harding."

She turned back to him, her hand still resting on his perky fanny. She found the feel of a young man's taut little bum to be so pleasing and pleasurable. She wasn't really sure why, but she so much enjoyed fondling and caressing a boy's soft yet firm bottom, and she allowed herself to enjoy the opportunity once again as she responded to his declaration. After all, Anthony's derriere was cuter than most.

"Well, if you say so, Anthony." She slid the tips of her fingers up and down his butt crack. "But, it is really a shame as your bottom is so awfully cute and tempting. It's really very pretty." A few more giggles could be heard.

He turned his face back away from her. His insistence in being heterosexual didn't seem to have the effect he had desired, nor did it help that she was taking such liberties with his exposed butt. He decided that it was best to just keep his mouth shut, his bottom raised.

Mr. Stratton could see why it was best, or at least easier, for a female teacher to discipline the boys. He would have difficulty with this part.

Miss Harding turned back to the class. "Now, another advantage of this position is that the boy's little testicles can often be seen peeking out from between his thighs."

Anthony instinctively squeezed his thighs together and, not surprisingly, Miss Harding corrected him. "Now Anthony, don't be a squirrel and hide your little acorns. Let the class see them."

Anthony squeezed his eyes shut but opened up his legs.

"There they are!" Tracy squealed.

"Yes, yes, indeed, Tracy," Miss Harding agreed, as Anthony's testicles came into view. "Poke your bottom up a bit higher, Anthony, so everyone can see your curly little tea bag."

He did as she instructed, feeling the eyes of the students, probably Tracy more than the rest, gleefully gawking at his testicles.

Miss Harding crouched down, reached in between his thighs, and lightly cupped them on the tips of her fingers. They did look very darling resting on the tips of her fingers, like two little bird eggs.

Anthony flinched a bit at the intrusive touch, but tried to relax, as Miss Harding took another opportunity to admire and to play with a boy's parts. She very carefully explored them, fondled them, and even tickled them a bit, causing Anthony to squirm and wiggle his bottom, much to the pleasure of the girls watching, but so very embarrassing for the young man.

Miss Harding explained. "Boys are often very apprehensive about their jewels." She bounced them up and down on her fingers. "They act all big and tough, showing off their muscles and everything, but they aren't so tough when it comes to these little guys." She instructed Anthony, "Up on your tippy toes, Anthony, let all the girls get a real good look.

Anthony wrapped his face in his hands as he got up on his tip toes and thrust his bottom up higher.

Miss Harding used her fingers to display them more prominently to the class. "Girls, don't you think they're so terribly cute?"

A few of the girls didn't think they were so cute at all, but most did feel that his pose and Miss Harding's teasing was cute, or at least pretty darned amusing.

Miss Harding removed her hand, stood up and, without warning, administered a series of spanks.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Anthony was naturally quite surprised and his bottom instinctively danced and pranced as he ineffectively, helplessly, tried to avoid the smacks, his little nuts swinging and bouncing between his thighs.

Miss Harding stopped as quickly as she started. "There, it's already turning a bit pink. Alright, Anthony, you can stand up."

Anthony's eyes widened in surprise. That was it? That was all? That was bad, but it was a lot less than he thought it would be. His bottom stung a little bit, but not really very much and, most importantly, it hadn't lasted long at all. That stuff about his testicles was pretty rough, but it was now in fact over. He stood back up and even smiled as he waited for her instruction to pull his pants and underwear back up.

"Alright then, Anthony, step back a bit and reach down to touch your toes."

Apparently it wasn't over. He shouldn't really have been surprised. It would have been a surprise if it was over. It was just wishful thinking. He bent over to touch his toes, which wasn't all that easy as he wasn't a particularly limber, athletic young man. Still, he did at least have a narrow waist; no bloated tummy to hinder his movement. However, the down side with this position immediately became evident.

Giggles and groans could be heard through the class as Anthony's bottom stretched out and open, his puckered little anus coming into view.

"This position, as you can so readily see, is much more revealing. Anthony's pink peach cheeks are spreading out like a little flower and you can observe his pretty little rose bud winking at us, all cheerful and friendly, so happy to be out in the open air." She gave it a little tickle with the tip of her finger, just to say hello.

Anthony's anus might not have been winking before, but her tickling it, as well as calling attention to it, did cause him to squeeze and clench his sphincter, in protest of her intrusively intimate touch of such a personal and embarrassing spot. But, by doing so he was only drawing more attention to it, indeed making it wink at the class as Miss Harding had suggested.

Many of the girls openly laughed at the sight, although some groaned with disgust at being presented with such an obscene display of a boy's asshole. Miss Pepperidge's face flushed with amusement, and self-consciousness at being so amused. She had to admit that she found the sight of the young man's little bottom hole rather cute, and she glanced to the side at Mr. Stratton to see if he had noticed her interest.

Mr. Stratton was in fact having some difficulty watching the exercise, finding the sight of the boy's butt hole to be a little discomforting. Many of the boys in the class did in fact look away, finding the sight to be very disconcerting.

"And, well, my goodness, Anthony's lovely little walnuts now look so fresh and healthy in their little purse, like they're ready to be picked. I wonder..." She bent over further to look past them. "I wonder if we can also see his little pee-pee as well, but, no, no..." She looked around and around in between his thighs. "No, afraid not, there is no sight of him. He must be all curled up and asleep." She turned back to the class and with a playful smile on her pretty lips, she suggested, "Let's see if we can wake the little fellow up."

Many of the girl's eyes lit up, as did those of Miss Pepperidge. Her heart beat faster at the thought of making a young man get a boner right in front of a class. She softly ran her fingers along her panties, along her mound, her slit, beneath her skirt.

Anthony's eyes lit up as well, both with fright, with confusion, and with excitement. He wasn't at all sure how he felt about ths. What boy would not want his pretty teacher to play with his balls, to get him all excited. But, what boy would want it to be done in front of all of the other students in class, in front of all the girls in the class.

Miss Harding lightly drew her fingers along the soft, round balls.

Anthony squirmed in discomfort, and pleasure. He had not yet felt the touch of a girl, let alone a beautiful woman, on his private parts, until this class. Miss Harding's earlier touch had been more intrusive than sensual. This time she was caressing, rather than offending, his balls. He wasn't sure how he should react, whether he could react.

"A boy can enjoy very much the tender touch of a woman's, a girl's, fingers on his testicles, if she is indeed considerate, sensitive, and gentle."

Tracy Flick watched closely. She always took very good notes and pretty much all the time obtained the highest grade in the class. This was certainly a very intriguing and important lesson.

Anthony really did not want to get an erection. It would be so terribly embarrassing, but what boy could resist the pleasure, the enjoyment, the bliss of a woman's licentious touch. He struggled to maintain control, but it was a losing battle, he knew that. His dick swelled between his legs, rapidly growing with her womanly caress. He had never touched his balls when he masturbated. His attention was always focused elsewhere, on the more immediate matter at hand. Leave it to an instructor to increase your knowledge, to teach you something so new, so important, so helpful to your future, and current, growth and development.

Miss Harding looked around to the front side of him, which was open to her view, as his legs were not tight against the desk. She could see his penis beginning to respond, and she smiled, with pride, and interest.

She continued to lightly caress and fondle his balls, all the while watching him get bigger, and bigger, and bigger.

The class waited silently, in rapt silent attention, the girls' hearts beating with anticipation, the boys nervously shuffling their feet, Miss Pepperidge softly fingering her panties.

Anthony reached his full length, lost in the bliss and pleasure of the teacher's womanly fingers on his tender, sensitive balls.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Miss Harding had suddenly ended her caressing to resume her spanking. "Little boys should not get erections in class!" she exclaimed, inexplicably.

He yipped in surprise and resumed the bouncing and prancing of his bottom.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Now, you get rid of the dirty little boner, young man," she sternly instructed.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Yes ma'am! Yes ma'am!" He frantically responded, not quite sure how to in fact will it away.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

His bottom stung with each smack, and his embarrassment grew with each twist, turn, and waving of his bottom. He felt like he was back in the third grade, his pants down, his bottom up, being spanked like a little boy. If he had indeed been a bad boy before, he would most certainly behave himself now.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Miss Harding stepped back and again instructed, "Alright then, Anthony, you can stand up."

This time he was not so naive to think that it was over, and it certainly wasn't.

Miss Harding turned to her desk and removed a small piece of rectangular cloth, with two strings hanging off of the edges of one side. "Anthony, if you wouldn't mind, turn around and face the class."

He furrowed his brow apprehensively as he watched her pick up the small piece of cloth. What was that for?

"Lift up your shirt, Anthony."

He looked nervously and plaintively at Miss Harding. "Do I really have to?"

Miss Harding shook her head. This boy had apparently not learned much at all. Well, the lesson wasn't over, not by a long shot. "Yes, Anthony, unless you want more spanking."

He didn't want that, but he certainly didn't want to lift up his shirt so that everyone, all the girls, and all the boys, could see his penis. Frankly, he would very gladly have a bunch more spanks rather than do that, but he also knew that the spanks would just end with another request, or command, to lift up his shirt. Eventually, his shirt would come up, whether he did it himself or she did it for him. He lifted up his shirt, and was greeted with considerably louder feminine giggling, pointing, and whispering.

A few of the boys laughed as well, some of them making rather derogatory remarks. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending upon one's perspective, Anthony had lost much of his erection during the course of the spanking. It was now only about a third erect. So, the good news was that it wasn't as small as it could be, but the bad news was that it wasn't as large as it could be. In fact, much less large than it could be.

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Tracy Flick asked, "Miss Harding, are they all this small when they have a boner? I thought boys' penises get real, real big."

Pretty much everybody laughed at that. Even Miss Harding had to chuckle a bit.

Tracy defended herself. "Well, they do, don't they?"

But, that remark only dug herself a deeper hole.

Miss Harding tried to be supportive. She didn't want to embarrass the poor girl, as she was such a very good student. "Oh yes, dear, they certainly do get very much bigger.

Many of the boys appreciated her pointing that out, although Anthony certainly didn't. He could hear some of the boys' derogatory comments, particularly those of Benjamin, who was in the second row.

His comments were not particularly complimentary. He chuckled about how it was probably the smallest one he had ever seen. Anthony wondered if he should point out that it shouldn't be a great source of pride for a guy to say that he had seen a lot, and was even into comparing sizes. But, he sorely doubted that anything he could say right now would actually help with the humiliation of having to stand in front of the class and show everyone his little erection. He tried scowling at the class, but his aggressive glare was more than offset by this pathetic peanut penis presentation.

Miss Harding crouched down beside him or, more precisely, beside his penis. "Now class," she admonished, "Let's stop this giggling. We don't want to embarrass the boy any more than we have to." That really wasn't true at all. It was integral to the New School method to embarrass a recalcitrant miscreant to a rather significant degree, and openly verbalizing, announcing, that he was being publicly embarrassed was useful in further escalating his self-consciousness. She would have liked to explain that to Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge, but that might in fact diminish the effect. She would explain it to them later.

"Now, Anthony's difficulty is a lack of adequate expression of respect and honor. As I said, in the New School method it is often useful to have the punishment fit the crime. So, in matters such as this, we often use the 'Honor the Flag' exercise." She first held up her little flag so the class could see, and then proceeded to tie its strings around Anthony's penis.

As she did so, she further explained. "We used to use an American flag. I thought it was quite patriotic but some felt that it was itself disrespectful to tie an American flag to a penis, so we now use the flag of Templeton College. I don't know. I kind of miss the American flag."

The Templeton flag consisted of the motto, "Dream, Challenge, Succeed," beneath which were a couple of textbooks, on the left side of which was a boy's black tie and a girl's Mary Janes on the right.

"Now," Miss Harding instructed, "you must first tie the flag to the shaft of the penis. It's sometimes difficult to estimate how far apart the strings should be strung, and it's especially difficult when the flag pole is as small as this." She smiled as she heard the giggling and laughter.

Anthony rolled his eyes in exasperated embarrassment and looked to the side. He was reminded of when his mother continued to tie his shoes when she dropped him off at school, even though he had long since demonstrated that he could tie them himself. One time she in fact even checked his zipper, right in front of a group of girls. Well, this was pretty much worse. It was uncomfortable enough to have this flag being tied to his penis, but did she really have to add insult to the injury by referring to how small he was? Actually, it wasn't an injury, it was insult piled on insult. It might be injurious if she tied it on real tight, but the loops in fact felt rather loose.

Miss Harding stood back up when she had gotten it as firmly attached as necessary. She smiled at her handiwork, but it really wasn't very impressive. It was hanging there as limp as his penis.

"Miss Harding," Tracy exclaimed, "I don't think you tied it tight enough. It could just slip off, and you're not suppose to let the Templeton flag touch the ground."

"That's very observant of you, Tracy."

Very little escaped Tracy's eyes, and she was always quick with her observations, her help. "Thank you, Miss Harding," she proudly responded.

"Actually, it needs to be tied a bit loosely for now, because," she explained, turning toward Anthony, "You must now raise the flag so everyone can salute it."

"What?" Was she really suggesting what he was thinking she was suggesting?

"You heard me, young man. Straighten out the flag pole so the flag is fully unfurled."

The eyes of all of the girls widened, and many of them smiled, anticipating once again that they were about to see a boy's naked erection.

Anthony knew exactly what she meant, or at least he thought he did, and it was really very difficult to imagine that it could in fact be true. She wanted him to get hard right in front of the class. And jerking off was the only way he could imagine getting hard.

Now, jerking off is always good fun and, like any healthy boy, he did it quite a bit. And, further, jerking off for a girl would be real fun as well. If a girl had ever suggested or asked him to do it for her, he would have gladly complied. In fact, as he thought about it, he would be glad to do it for a whole bunch of girls. Imagine how much fun it would be to show off your erection at a girls' slumber party or something (see "The boys are caught peeping"). But, this was really a bit different. In fact, a lot different. This was being done for his punishment, his humiliation. He reached down for his penis.

"No, no, no," Miss Harding admonished. "You can't use your hands. That would be too easy, and plus the flag might slip off." She smiled with amusement. She knew she shouldn't. A teacher shouldn't take pleasure in the struggles of her students, but sometimes they were so cute and endearing as they floundered about through an assignment.

Anthony felt like countering that there really would be nothing easy about jerking off in front of the class. However, it was plenty much a lot harder to do it without using his hands. In fact, he had never actually tried to do that before: just will an erection while standing there naked. Could he really do that? And, in front of the class?

"Just think happy thoughts," Miss Harding suggested.

Anthony closed his eyes and tried to forget where he was. He tried to think of a girl he had the hots for, like Penny Anderson. She was in fact, currently, his most popular masturbation fantasy, thinking of her slowly taking off her clothes, getting down on her knees to slip his cock into her mouth.

But, Tracy then giggled, as did a few other girls. "I don't think he can do it, Miss Harding," she observed.

Miss Harding asked Anthony, "Is it difficult for you to get erections, Anthony? Is this a common problem for you? You know, if your parents provide a medical excuse from a doctor, indicating your erectile dysfunction, I will certainly relieve you of this responsibility."

Anthony opened his eyes. "I'm fine, Miss Harding. I don't have a problem." She was offering him a way to get out of this, but he hardly wanted everyone, particularly the girls, to think that he had erectile dysfunction.

"Well, I am sorry to say Anthony that for every minute you fail to make any progress, you will be spanked.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Yikes!" he squealed at the sudden return of the spanking.

She smacked him with her left hand, and his penis began to flap and flounder in the air as he pranced clumsily in his slacks still tangled around his ankles. She quickly held onto his penis with her right hand. She didn't want the flag to fall off.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

It was once again a confusing moment for Anthony. On the one hand he was being harshly spanked on his bottom, but this jumping and thrusting to escape her wicked hand only further increased the pleasure of her wonderful hand, the one holding onto his penis, which was inadvertently fondling, even stroking him, as he bounced and wiggled his hips.

As she spanked him on one side and held him on the other, she explained, "Refusing to raise the flag when you are fully capable of doing so, Anthony, is very disrespectful."

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

She stopped her spanking and removed her hand from his penis, but rested her other hand on his bottom, both for reassurance, and her own pleasure. "Now, I will give you another chance, but you must honor the flag of Templeton by raising it up high."

Anthony gave up on thinking about Penny as he could not get out of his mind his present condition, particularly as he would repeatedly hear a giggle or a whisper. Therefore, rather than work against his plight, he embraced it. He imagined he was at a girls' slumber party, that they had asked him to come to their party so that they could see, for the first time, a boy's penis. In his mind, they were in their nighties and PJ's, sitting around in front of him, whispering, pointing and giggling with nervous glee. They had asked him to come to their sleepover because he was such a good looking and popular boy, many of them had a crush on him, and they so much wanted to see a boy have an erection. They would sometimes make teasing, even a little insulting, remarks, but he knew it was because they were just scared and apprehensive of seeing such a big, hard, masculine cock.

It worked. He was helped though by the feel of Miss Harding's wicked hand turning into wonderful hand as it was now lightly caressing his bottom as he delved deeper into his fantasy, his imagination. A good teacher must inspire, as well as scold, the student, and her fingers dancing along his bottom were indeed inspirational. And his fantasy grew to include one of the girls gleefully tickling, caressing, fondling his bottom as he beat off for them.

As the fantasy developed in his mind he could feel the blood beginning to course into his limp, shriveled penis. It was always such a wonderfully pleasant feeling, once his cock began to grow. And, once it started to swell, the pleasure built on itself, making it easier and easier to embrace his fantasy, and even the reality.

As Anthony's penis began to swell many of the girls indeed giggled and whispered in nervous anticipation. Many of them were not at all experienced in such matters, and this was indeed a very exciting moment. Presented for their interest, their edification, was a boy's penis actually swelling and growing before their eyes, like it had a life of its own, like they were seeing a time-lapse film of a drooping little young sprout that woke up from its slumber and before their eyes grew up to be a big stout manly trunk, crowned at the top by a big purple plum. It was actually pretty darn impressive, at least to many of the girls.

It certainly felt good for Anthony. He even opened his eyes when it got to about full erection, leaving the fantasy in his mind of the girls oohing and ahhing in admiration of the magnificently huge cock being displayed before them, their titties spilling out of their nighties as they were mesmerized by the sight of this so terribly impressive cock. He left that fantasy for the reality of seeing before him the eyes of the fully dressed girls wide open with interest, embarrassment, pleasure, and probably for some even admiration, at least so he felt. This exercise wasn't so bad after all.

And, the flag did indeed impressively rise and unfurl before them, the two strings stretching out, the space between them widening. Miss Harding patted Anthony's bottom in recognition for doing such a fine job. "Very good Anthony! Alright class, the flag of Templeton has been raised. Let's all give it a hearty salute!"

They all saluted, some of the girls, including Tracy and Melissa, with enthusiasm. Most of the boys tried to make it comedic, they didn't want to let anyone think they would salute another boy's penis. Some of the girls thought about their boyfriends' larger penises but saluted as though they were serious anyway. Anthony beamed with pride and even thrust out his pelvis as he gazed upon the girls in the class, all saluting his stiff hard penis, pointing out and up so strongly and manly. Even Miss Pepperidge, the pretty professor from Longwood, saluted. That was pretty cool. He ignored the boys' insincere salutes and focused his attention largely on the girls, most of whom had big grins on their faces. It's possible that, inside, they were laughing at him, maybe even likely. He chose to believe that they were smiling with a more prurient interest, if not appreciation and admiration. He wondered if Miss Harding might even have them pledge allegiance.

He looked over at Miss Harding. She was still saluting. He knew she wasn't laughing at him. In fact, she again reached down to lightly cup his balls. She rested them in her palm as she affectionately, tenderly, caressed them with her fingers.

She was doing this in large part because she enjoyed playing with a boy's balls, but it was also to help keep the flag raised. As she explained, "We take great pride in our college and embrace every opportunity to display our respect for its fine accomplishments and renowned heritage. Anthony has demonstrated his ability to raise the flag in pride and glory and we, at Templeton, salute our flag and his achievement."

Anthony sighed with pleasure at her strong statements of support for and appreciation of his accomplishment, but frankly more so for the wonderfully pleasurable feel of her feminine fingers once again softly caressing his balls.

Miss Harding further explained, "Pain and embarrassment are indeed part of the New School method of discipline, but it's also important if you are to engage the young man, if you are to get him to be sincerely committed to the process of healthy growth, to also have the experience be pleasurable and enjoyable, the third component of the New School method."

But, then, suddenly, the flag slipped down its pole and lay crumpled on his balls. A few of the girls groaned in disappointment. A few of the other girls, as well as the boys, chuckled with amusement.

"Now, now," Miss Harding said, "That's not a problem." She crouched down to fix it. "I did not make the loops tight enough. I guess I was expecting the flag pole to be a bit thicker in girth." The giggles returned.

Anthony looked to the side in frustration as she tightened the loops.

To ensure that this brief moment of self-conscious embarrassment did not cause him to lose his stature altogether, she softly caressed and stroked his cock as she made the strings fit more tightly.

He did appreciate that. He looked down at her, partly out of curiosity and concern. Not too many boys will ignore it when someone is tying a string around their penis. But, he was also looking to enjoy the sight of the proximity of his teacher's pretty face to his hard-on. Not too many boys would ignore that.

When she was done, she even leaned in close and gave the head of his cock a little kiss. That drew quite a bit of gasps from the girls, and considerable attention from the boys. She explained, "The teacher should always provide an extra special salute for fine work well done."

Miss Harding grasped hold of Anthony's underwear and began to pull them back up.

"I can do it, I can do it," Anthony asserted, finding it to be a bit demeaning to have his teacher help him get back into his underwear in front of the class, like he was a little boy who, as yet, needed help in dressing himself.

"No, no. I think you might need some help with this." Miss Harding always enjoyed dressing, and undressing, young men, and never missed an opportunity. However, he would actually need some help. "We do not want the flag to be buried within your undies and once raised it's important to keep it flying for the duration of the class." She looked up into his eyes. "We wouldn't just lower the American flag once we pledge our allegiance, would we?"

"No, no, I s'pose not," but he really didn't want to realize what she seemed to be suggesting.

"Now, here," she said, as she pulled the waistband of his jockey briefs way out and opened up wide the flap. "You slip the flag through this opening. Be careful not to let it touch your undies." She turned back to the class. "Having a flag touch a boy's underpants really would not be respectful, would it?"

"No, Miss Harding," many of the girls replied. "It wouldn't."

She smiled at their appreciation of her concern.

Anthony used his hand to carefully slip his hard flag pole through the flap. Having the flag make contact with his briefs was really unavoidable but Miss Harding didn't criticize him for that. There was no real point in providing any unnecessary criticism or disparagement.

Once his hard cock was successfully poking out through his briefs, she let him arrange his underwear so that it felt the most comfortable. In the meantime, she pulled up his slacks. When she got them to his thighs she pulled the fly open and carefully slid it by his erection. She didn't want his skin to catch on the zipper. "There you are," she said, handing off the slacks to the young man. "You can button yourself up and do the belt, and we will then have a nice flag display through the rest of the class."

What he feared she was suggesting was true. "You want me to keep it out the rest of the class?"

"Oh yes, of course. Everyone will want to see the flag. It's so inspirational, don't you think?"

That really wasn't the word he would use to describe it.

"You can just stand over there, to the side. Be sure to keep it raised as high as you can."

He started walking over to the side of the room. It was a pretty cute sight. He looked like the head of an Olympic parade, marching out in front, his flag pole jutting from his body, the flag waving in the air.

"Not too far, Anthony. Just stand right there, next to Melissa."

"Beside Melissa?" Why would he do that? He kind of preferred getting as far away from the front of the class as possible.

Miss Harding though did have a good explanation. "She can help keep an eye on the flag, and maybe even help you keep it up. Would you be willing to help Anthony out, Melissa?"

"Oh yes, Miss Harding, I would be very happy to do so."

Melissa was a good student, and a very helpful one. Plus, she kind of liked the opportunity to be able to handle and play with the boy's penis. Some of the girls would have found the task to be aversive, if not offensive. But, Melissa found the task appealing. "I'll keep a close eye on it."

"You're so sweet, Melissa. Isn't she, Anthony."

"Yes, ma'am," he quietly replied, and took his position standing next to Melissa, feeling so mortified to have to display his erection for this girl, who seemed quite amused by his silly flag display.

"Now then," Miss Harding announced, "We need our next volunteer, this time to demonstrate one of the New School methods for disciplining boys who talk too much in class."

All the boys' mouths instantly clamped shut, but it was pretty obvious who had the most difficulty with talking in class: Benjamin Cosby.

"Benjamin, why don't you come up to the front, and we can address the problem." Benjamin groaned, albeit this time quietly. He knew though that he had no basis to complain. Miss Harding had repeatedly reminded him throughout the semester that he needed to work on being quieter, on resisting the impulse to whisper to other students, on not impulsively just saying whatever seemed to be on his mind. Benjamin proceeded to the front of the class, his eyes averted from the sight of Anthony's exposed erection.

The girls were very interested in this session, as Benjamin was one of the cuter boys in class, and a few of them were rather curious about him. He didn't, though, seem to be interested in girls. It wasn't that he was gay or anything, it's just that he seemed to avoid girls, or at least seemed uncomfortable around them.

He was not at all comfortable about this. He had not yet in fact displayed his penis to a girl before and, if this followed the example of Anthony, he would be displaying it to an entire class. No, he didn't like this at all.

When he got to the front of the class, Miss Harding instructed, "Alright then, Benjamin, if you would, drop your pants and undies, and bend over, hands on knees, bottom facing the class."

As Benjamin got into position, Miss Harding explained. "The traditional method is over the desk, but this position is a fine choice when no desk is available. It's always useful to instruct the young man to grab hold of something. If it was the desk I would normally instruct him to hold onto the far edge. I didn't do that for Anthony because he is such a little boy."

'Thanks for the reminder,' Anthony thought.

"Anthony," Melissa whispered, "Your flag is dropping."

Anthony looked down. It was true. It was about at half-mast. He glanced at Miss Harding who, fortunately, didn't seem to notice. He really didn't want another spanking. He closed his eyes to try to return to that pajama party.

But, even better, he felt soft, little, feminine fingers lightly prancing along the length of his slackening penis. He looked down.

Melissa smiled as she helped to straighten, to stiffen, the flag pole. She thought it was a very handsome penis, and she was more than willing to help keep it standing up stiff and proud. She looked up at Anthony and could see the surprise and confusion in his eyes. She whispered, "Don't you worry, Anthony, I won't let it fall. It's safe with me."

He smiled back and shifted over so that he was standing more closely against the side of her desk, providing her with ample room to keep the flag waving proudly.

Miss Harding had not noticed the quiet exchange between Melissa and Anthony. She was involved with her presentation of the discipline of Benjamin. "You want to require the lad to keep his hands on his knees, not only to avoid his effort to protect his bottom but also to maintain a posture of passive submission. He is not to do anything to resist."

Benjamin sighed deeply, bent over, and placed his hands on his knees.

Miss Harding flipped up his shirt, revealing to the class his naked white butt.

Quite a bit of girlish giggling could be heard again, and Benjamin's face flushed red.

Benjamin was taller and bigger than Anthony, and his bottom was certainly more manly, more masculine, but it did not look particularly strong or powerful right now. There was something really quite pleasing to a girl to have the big, strong, masculine, tough man be in such a position of helpless submission, presenting his bottom for a spanking, as if he was just a little boy, his sensitive, fragile testicles hanging down between his thighs, so vulnerable to a squeeze.

"Now, in this position," Miss Harding continued, "It is helpful for the instructor to hold onto the lad, to minimize his squirming. We certainly wouldn't want him to fall over and hurt himself."

Benjamin scowled at that remark.

"I like to grasp in my left hand the boy's entire package, thereby letting him know who is the boss, who is in control."

A few of the girls squirmed at that suggestion and image of grasping hold of a man's "package," although others blushed at the thought. The boys largely found it rather unabashedly appealing, thinking of Miss Harding grabbing hold of them.

Miss Harding reached underneath to grab hold of Benjamin's "package."

Benjamin naturally flinched at the feel of the first touch of her fingers on his personal, private parts. No girl had yet touched him there, and naturally it felt very scary and confusing.

"Oh my, though," Miss Harding explained, a look of surprise and wonder on her face, "I don't think I can hold all of this in one hand."

That comment really raised the curiosity of the girls, wondering exactly how big his things were. It was like when dad took them fishing, and he announced that he had a big one at the end of the line, and they waited expectantly, excitedly, for the big fish, the prize catch, to come into view.

The comment though was more demoralizing than inspirational for Anthony, and his esteem, as well as his flag, began to lower. Why wouldn't she say such things when he was up there?

But, the flag lowering only brought back the playful dancing fingers of Melissa, which skipped and scampered along his penis, quickly bringing back into the shaft a torrent of blood to swell it back up to full strength. Melissa's smiled with pride at the result of her effort, the flag again fully unfurled, a boy's dick standing up all stiff and strong. She couldn't explain her attraction. It must be something innate, something instinctual, but the sight of a tough, firm cock was so appealing. They looked so determined, resolute, steadfast, steady, unwavering, and unyielding, just the right thing to hold up the school flag.

Anthony again looked down at her. This time she did not meet his eyes, as she was concentrating on the boner before her. He nevertheless smiled anyway, as she seemed to be pretty darned good at this.

It was not an easy task. Melissa couldn't get a firm grip of his cock without disturbing the strings. Plus, she also didn't really want to draw any undue attention by openly jerking him off. So, she was limited to just using her finger tips, but that didn't seem to be much of a limitation for her. In fact, instead, it was really rather tantalizing and titillating for Anthony. It was like she was just flirting with his cock, being coyly tempting, alluring, rather than just jerking him off. His dick swelled and twitched in appreciation.

"Oh my goodness," Melissa whispered, as she admired how quickly he had responded to her delicate ministrations.

"Thanks," he whispered.

She looked up at him. "My pleasure," she responded, with a pleased and delighted grin.

He noticed now as well that Melissa was really quite pretty. Perhaps girls always seemed prettier when they are playing with your stiff cock. He hadn't really noticed her before, but she was really quite endearingly sweet, with wavy brown hair, a perky nose, bright gleaming brown eyes, and small, kissable lips.

Miss Harding recovered from her initial surprise to say, "Well, in such instances one must then choose. Grab hold of the penis or the balls." She chose the latter.

Benjamin lurched, but kept his hands on his knees.

"Holding onto the boy's testicles while he is being spanked can be a particularly effective way to control him. Girls, you are clearly very much in control when you have the boy by his nuts."

A few of the girls blushed again at that suggestion. The boys now squirmed in sympathy and apprehension, wondering, worrying, if Miss Harding might suggest that the girls have a turn at the rest of the boys in the class..

Anthony squirmed as well, but for a different reason, as Melissa lightly danced the tips of her fingers along his nuts, playfully tickling and caressing them.

"Or," Miss Harding further explained, "You can grasp hold of his penis," which she now did, which caused Benjamin's head to turn up in surprise. Her hand felt incredibly good there, and certainly much better than his own. He didn't have any experience with girls, but he was certainly experienced in jerking off. His hand always felt really good on his cock, when it was gripping, rubbing, and squeezing his dick to get himself hard in the darkness of his bedroom. But, the hand of someone else, particularly the soft hands of a woman, was incredibly better, even if it was just to hold onto him. He instantly felt himself beginning to react and his face grew warm with concern. He tried to will away his surprising arousal.

Miss Harding didn't help. She felt though that she was being very helpful. And, she didn't just grab hold of his penis. She squeezed, fondled, and caressed it with her fingers, encouraging him to respond in his most natural manner.

"Holding onto the boy's penis will typically produce a much different reaction than holding onto his testicles."

Benjamin could attest to that, as could any of the boys in the class, whose own penises began to stir at the thought of the sultry, the hot, Miss Harding holding on to them, onto their penises.

"The three components of the New School method of discipline are, of course, pain, humiliation, and pleasure. It is really the precise mixture and timing of these three ingredients that can produce the optimal medicine for treating misbehaving young men."

Miss Pepperidge and Mr. Stratton were beginning to fully understand. Mr. Stratton was also reminded once again why it is useful to have a woman discipline the boys. Miss Pepperidge smiled at the thought of implementing this approach in one of her classes. She could think of one particular boy, or actually penis, she would like to handle in this manner.

Benjamin sighed deeply and gave himself over to Miss Harding's expert fingers. Apparently, she wasn't going to mind if he got an erection. On the contrary, she seemed to be embracing it, and quite literally so. And, besides, he really couldn't resist her touch. He never imagined that a girl's, a woman's, fingers could be that stimulating, that pleasing. He cursed himself for being so uncomfortable around girls, realizing now, experiencing now, what he had been missing. He smiled silently to himself as he felt his cock grow and grow and grow.

Miss Harding openly smiled as she felt Benjamin reacting to her touch. She so much enjoyed bringing a boy alive, helping him grow and develop. "Alright then, I think the young man has been amply primed."

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Benjamin lurched at the first smack, his eyes opening wide, but his movement was indeed constricted by Miss Harding's firm grip on his hard dick. If anything, he found himself essentially fucking the teacher's fist with his cock as she paddled his bottom. He could not thrust far, but Miss Harding more than made up for it by stroking his cock with her fist.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

It was a very strange mixture of pleasure and pain. He would normally be troubled by the spanking, finding it to be painful and humiliating. However, the arousal of his erection, of being jerked off like a bull in a milking stall, overwhelmed all other feelings, assimilating the spanking into his sexual experience, his excitement, his pleasure. He felt like he was even enjoying the spanking, and he closed his eyes to bask in the delight of one hand sliding up and down his stiff cock on one side, the other hand smacking his bottom on the other side.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"There!" Miss Harding exclaimed, pleased with her handiwork, on both sides of Benjamin. There was really no need to overdue the spanking. And, besides, she wanted to get to the central disciplinary plan for this young man. She let go of Benjamin's stiff cock, with some reluctance, and stepped back. "Alright then, Benjamin. You can stand back up, face the class, and lift up your shirt."

There was considerable murmuring in the class over that instruction, as well as hesitancy on the part of Benjamin. He knew that he would have to do it. After all, Anthony had already presented, and was still displaying, his boner. But, still, he figured Anthony was much more experienced with girls than him. He wondered if he could talk Miss Harding out of it. Maybe if he explained his situation to her? Well, he could hardly do that, right in front of the class. He slowly stood back up, and clumsily turned around, his feet and ankles tangled in his pants.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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