Wesley's Whipping


by spankme <wseidne@ibm.net>

The strap hung on a nail on the classroom wall, reminding the boys of what would happen if they misbehaved. Mr. Dunbar, the seventh grade teacher at Hanover Boys Prep School, was known for being the strictest teacher in the school. Frequently the strap was removed from its place on the wall, and Mr. Dunbar would apply it across the bare buttocks of an unfortunate boy right there in the front of the classroom.

Twevle-year-old Wesley was known as the brain of Mr. Dunbar's class. He was very studious looking, the nerdy looking kid with round spectacles. He was much smaller than the rest of the boys in the class, and he took a lot of teasing from them. The boys had their nicknames for Wesley which included 'Bookworm, Poindexter, Bedwetter, and even Tattletale.' He was one of the only boys in the class who had not been whipped by Mr. Dunbar. His behavior was always perfect.

One day after Wesley had told on several boys in the class, they decided to gang up on him and finally have him punished by Mr. Dunbar. After returning from the bathroom one of them held Wesley outside the classroom door and then ran inside the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. Wesley was locked out. The bell rang and while the teacher was turned away the door to the classroom was unlocked by one of the boys. In walked Wesley, attracting the attention of Mr. Dunbar.

"Wesley, you are late!" Mr. Dunbar bellowed.

"But sir...," he began.

"Silence!" the teacher yelled. "I will hear no excuses. Come forward."

Wesley walked toward the front of the room as all the other boys in the class smirked as he walked by. The moment they had all been waiting for had come. They were finally going to get their revenge.

Mr. Dunbar walked over to where the small, frail boy stood. "Get the strap!" he ordered.

Wesley shook in fear upon hearing these words. He had never been punished in school before, and he couldn't believe he was going to be punished for something he had no control over. He trembled as he walked over to the wall and removed the dreaded strap from the nail. He walked back over to the desk and handed the strap to Mr. Dunbar.

"Turn and face the class!" Mr. Dunbar ordered. Wesley turned and faced his classmates, all of whom were sitting at their desks with grins. "Pull down your pants and underwear!" the teacher demanded.

Wesley trembled as he unfastened his grey, cotton pants and pushed them down to his heels. He took a deep breath and stared at the floor in shame as he slowly eased down his underwear. The other boys tried not to laugh as Wesley's tiny, hairless penis became exposed. The fragile boy was almost already in tears.

"Bend over the desk!" Mr. Dunbar ordered.

Wesley turned and bent over the desk with his bare buttocks facing the class. The boys in the class had the perfect view between Wesley's buns and could see his anus. His white bottom had never shown the marks of a beating before, but that would soon change. Mr. Dunbar raised the strap and brought it down upon Wesley's naked bottom.

"Yeeoowww!" Wesley shrieked as the strap smacked across his bare skin.

Mr. Dunbar did not let up. He repeatedly thrashed Wesley with one lash after another. Soon the screaming boy's bottom was covered with angry welts. After thirty lashes he told Wesley to stand and dress. The boy could hardly move due to the soreness of his bottom.

Later that evening Wesley told his mother of how Mr. Dunbar whipped him. She stripped him down, removing his blood-stained underwear, and was horrified at the sight of his dark purple, welted bottom. She put him in the bath and had him soak his sore bottom for awhile.

"If your teacher thought you deserved a whipping, you must have been a very naughty boy!" Wesley's mother told him after getting him out of the tub. Then, for the first time in his life the naked boy was laid across his mother's lap and spanked on his already beaten, little bottom.


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