It was a small private boys' school, run by a religious charity with strong traditionalist leanings. All the parents were members of the society before they got to send their children to the school; and one of the society's clear beliefs was in corporal punishment.
I was hired to help out during a teacher's absence - and very carefully vetted for my beliefs about punishment. On arrival, I was taken to the Principal who equipped me with a strap and took me off to observe the class of youngest boys - the thirteen year olds. "We have a new boy," he explained, "who is due his first punishment this morning. His name is Jeremy. His mother is quite a new member of our society and had not herself practised physical punishment. Jeremy became rather unruly at home, which is why he was sent to us. His teacher, Mr Jones, has held back the punishment so you can witness it."
I was duly introduced to Mr Jones and his class of twelve thirteen year olds, one of whom (Jeremy) was standing in the corner at the front, hands on head.
The boys all wore a school uniform. This consisted of navy blue v-neck woollen pullover, navy blue cordouroy shorts, quite short, long navy blue socks held up by garters, white shirts, and black ties. They sat at desks in rows, their schoolwork out in front of them. When the Principal walked in, they all stood until he bade them sat. Jeremy had blonde hair, was probably of average height for his age, and had a well-shaped bottom which pushed the seat of his shorts outward in a convex curve. His skin was entirely smooth and fair.
Once the principal had left, I went to stand at the back of the class.
"Put your books away, boys," Mr Jones said.
The youngsters did this obediently and quickly, clearly used to firm discipline and drilled to obedience.
"Put your hands on your desks."
The boys clasped their hands on their desks.
"Turn round Jeremy, keep your hands on your head, stand forward and face the class."
Jeremy did so. I noted that he had blue eyes. He looked anxious.
"Now Jeremy," Mr Jones said, "Do you accept that you deserve punishment?"
"Yes Sir," Jeremy said meekly, his head a little down cast now.
"David, stand up please."
An attractive, tall, black-haired boy stood.
"Tell Jeremy what happens to boys in this school who misbehave."
"They get punished, Sir, in front of the whole class, or sometimes in front of all the boys in an assembly."
"Good, yes. Are they punished in their school uniform?"
There were giggles in the class.
"No Sir."
"What do they wear?"
"Nothing, Sir, We take all their clothes off."
"We?"
"The boys in the class, Sir."
"Good. Sit down David."
David sat and clasped his hands.
"So you see, Jeremy," Mr Jones said, "Before long you will be standing in front of your classmates and this new teacher, quite naked, nude, not a stitch of clothing."
Jeremy went very red.
"Which boy would like to start undressing Jeremy?"
A forest of eager hands rose silently into the air.
"Very well. Kevin. Out you come."
A small boy with brown curly hair came to the front.
"What would you like to do with Jeremy?"
"Undo his zip, Sir."
There was laughter.
"Undo his zip! You mean on his shorts?"
"Yes Sir."
"I hope he is wearing underpants. Are you wearing underpants, Jeremy?"
"Yes Sir."
"Very well. Go ahead, Kevin. All the great chessplayers start with unorthodox moves."
Kevin unzipped Jeremy's fly, revealing nothing but a little of the front of his white shirt.
Kevin returned to his place, to applause.
Now a boy called Charles came forward. He was rather overweight - and bespectacled.
"Yes Charles?"
"I'd like to take off his shoes and socks, Sir," he said.
"Very well Charles. Jeremy, sit up here on my table. You can take your hands off your head for now."
Charles bent forward and undid Jeremy's shoes, pulling them off. Then he pulled down Jeremy's long socks..
"Stop!" Mr Jones said. "I think we will leave Jeremy's socks at his ankles, looking ridiculous. Thank you, Charles, excellent."
Charles was duly applauded. Jeremy was made to stand at the front again, hands on head.
"Now, Stephen."
Stephen had light brown cropped hair and looked mischievous. He got to the front and smirked.
"I think I can guess what you want Stephen."
"His shorts please, Sir."
"Of course."
Stephen undid Jeremy's cordouroy shorts and pulled them to his ankles, leaving them there.
There was passionate applause. He bowed.
Three more boys came out in succession, removing Jeremy's pullover, tie, and shirt. He stood before them now in white cotton briefs, white cotton vest, socks rolled down to his ankles and his shorts at his ankles.
"Take off your shorts and socks, Jeremy," Mr Jones said.
Jeremy did this.
"Now boys, as you know, there is a price for removing Jeremy's vest. Who wants to pay it?"
Three hands went up.
"OK Clark," Mr Jones said.
A short red-headed freckly boy came out.
Jeremy was turned to face him, side-on to the class. Clark removed his own pullover, then his shoes, then tie, then shirt, then shorts - and was left standing in socks, and white underwear, facing Jeremy. It was quite obvious he was hard. There was applause. Then he lay over the end of the teacher's table, spread his feet and spread his arms.
Mr Jones handed Jeremy a strap. "Strap his bottom three times," he ordered.
Jeremy did this, quite hard. It was only when he was finished and there was much laughter and applause that Jeremy realised why. His own dick was rapidly hardening. Grinning, Clark stood, removed Jeremy's vest, picked up his own clothes and returned to the back of the class to dress, just by my side.
"And who would like to strip Jeremy completely naked?"
Two hands went up.
"Very well, Troy and Adrian, come up together."
They were twins, short, swarthy, brown-eyed, dark.
They swiftly stripped until they were just in white underpants - and hard. Then they pulled off each other's pants. Their penises were hairless, about four inches. They both bent over the table and took four swipes each of the strap from Jeremy, who was still hard.
When they rose, they grabbed him and hauled his underpants down and off.
Jeremy was led to the table and held down over it by the naked twins. The other boys stood and queued, taking it in turns to come up front and strap Jeremy twice. By the end he was howling with pain and his bottom was bright red.
The naked twins then put his underpants over his head and led him to each classroom in turn, making him bend over in front of the boys, to be inspected. Then they took him back to their own classroom, removed his pants from his head and had him kneel on the table at the front, head down, arse up. They held him as Mr Jones and I each strapped him four times.
Only then was he allowed to go and stand in the corner, his underpants once again on his head, like an absurd hat.
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