Mr. Kramer took notice and stopped the spanking. Josh stood up and bawled loudly, his pale white penis, partially erect, sprayed urine, now over the class rather than him. The class pushed and shoved to get away from the horrible little hose.
Josh, meanwhile, had moved his hands to grip his buttocks and was still screaming. His bladder was soon empty and his penis stopped delivering the flow of urine. There he stood, urine dripping off his chest, bawling.
Mr. Kramer stood there tapping his foot. Josh was annoying him plenty. He looked at the clock. As he examined it, he realized they had less time than he had thought. There were only ten minutes left. He silently swore.
Josh's crying soon subsided and he merely stood there whimpering and clutching his sore buns.
Mr. Kramer spoke: "As the period is nearly over, you all, except for Mr. Young and Mr. Adams: get dressed. You don't have to shower. Next time we meet, you will be in the pool. Perhaps we will get some actual swimming done. Dismissed." The class immediatly filed out, brimming with excitement. This was the best gossip any of them had ever had the responsibility to convey.
The teacher then turned to Justin. "You've served your time. I thank you for your mature handling of your punishment. Got take a shower and get dressed." He tossed the boy his trunks. Justin caught them and carried them upstairs to the locker room, preparing himself for the necessary peer inspection when he entered the locker room.
Mr. Kramer, now alone in the pool room, spoke to Josh. "Your behavior today was atrocious. You wasted an entire period of my class time in what should have been a 10 minute operation. Do you know what? Those kids are going to tell everybody they know about what happened today. You'll be laughed at by everyone in your class."
He paused to catch his breath. "Don't think you've gotten out of this. You'll receive the full 15 strokes, believe me."
Mr. Kramer fetched a towel. "Clean yourself off and don't forget the floor." Josh rushed to obey.
He spoke again. "Another gym class is coming in here next period- Mr. Armand's class. However it is my free period and this spanking will be finished."
The teacher picked up Josh's swimming trunks. "Come on. And bring that disgusting towel."
Josh, still naked, followed Mr. Kramer up the stairs from the pool room. "Could I please have my trunks back?" he asked. He was ignored.
Mr. Kramer led Josh down the hall that ran from the gym to the pool and connected all the locker rooms and other athletic rooms. Not a public hall, it was poorly lit and crammed with football gear. As Josh passed the pool locker room, he saw his class dressing. At the end of the hall was a door leading to the football room, the meeting place of the football team. Though it was used by all the sports teams, it was still called the football room. Mr. Kramer unlocked the room and led his nude pupil in. He flipped on the dim flourescent lights and locked the door.
Outside, the bell rang. "Can I please go? I have a history quiz next period." Mr. Kramer ignored this.
"Set that towel on the floor and come over here. You have 10 strokes to go."
"Eight."
"Give me any lip and I'll spank you bloody and enjoy it. Lay face down on the table."
Josh climbed onto the table and laid down on its cold metal surface. Mr. Kramer put his left hand on Josh's back and held him down. With his right hand, he strapped Josh's rump neatly and evenly:
**SNAP**SNAP**SNAP**SNAP**SNAP**SNAP**SNAP**SNAP**SNAP**SNAP**
By the second, Josh was crying again and by the fourth he was yelling. When the job was over, Josh was bawling his head off.
"Shut up. You're done. Come on and don't forget that towel."
Mr. Kramer led Josh back down the hall and into the locker room. The last of Mr. Armand's senior class was exiting for the pool. On their way out they glanced at the naked, bawling freshman with a cherry red backside.
"Throw that awful towel into the laundry bin." Josh opened it up and dropped it in. It was actually a laundry shoot, carrying towels and name-tagged swimming trunks to the laundry room in the basement.
"Now take a shower. Wash everything off. I'm watching."
Josh entered the shower and bathed off his sweaty body. He shampooed his hair, smelly with chlorine. He had been the only one to enter the pool that day. When he turned to leave the shower, Mr. Kramer screamed "You aren't done! Get back in there! I said EVERYTHING!"
Josh blushed, but did as he was told, gently washing off his little penis, scrotum, and sore buttocks. Mr. Kramer looked on intently, wishing it were Justin, rather than this mongrel, who was fingering his genitalia in front of him.
"That's fine. Now get out here and get dressed." Mr. Kramer watched as he toweled off and put his clothes on. As he was combing his short, thin hair, Mr. Kramer wrote him a pass.
"Mr. Kramer, may I have my swimming trunks?"
"You won't need them. You'll be taking swimming in the nude for at least the rest of the term. Here is your pass. Now get out of here."
Josh grabbed the pass and left the locker room.
Mr. Kramer entered his office and removed two forms titled "Corporal Punishment Instance Notification Form for Parents and Administration" from a folder. He silently began to fill them out.
Josh walked through the hall towards room 119, History, where the story of his humiliating punishment had already been spread.
THE END, but ...to be continued