Having had such a good experience with corporal punishment, principal DuPree began to realize over the next several days that he need not confine himself to Tom (although that was all he had been thinking about when he signed the papers). Looking around, he began to realize that there were a whole lot of very appealing young asses at this school, every one of them in need of discipline in his opinion.
From being -- in the minds of the students -- a pushover of a teacher (all you had to do was spread your legs in class a few times and your grade went up) to being a much-feared disciplinarian was a very satisfying transition for Mr. DuPree. And quite a few of the upperclassmen's fathers found out they really got off on the principal's style of spanking. More and more often, Tom's classmates found themselves getting stripped and spanked at home as well as at school.
One group of about half a dozen men in the community had a tradition of watching a couple of ballgames a week as a group, rotating among their homes, with the host supplying TV and snacks -- the host's wife usually agreeing to be out visiting for the evening. Most of them had sons in their teens.
On one football evening, Joe, whose son Kyle was in Tom's class, was hosting the group. As the men arrived, they were met at the door by an unhappy-looking Kyle, who ushered them in to the TV room and took their drink orders. Kyle was a good-looking gymnast and wrestler -- he was on both school teams.
The guys were kind of intrigued to see that he was wearing a mesh tanktop that showed off his well-developed pecs and dark nipples. And other than that, he had on nothing but a pair of brief gymnastics shorts. Without the singlet that normally went under them, they covered virtually nothing. Every few steps, as he walked, the fat head of his big uncircumcised teenaged _c_o_c_k_ swung into view below the shorts. From the rear, his asscheeks were almost half bare -- looked like the shorts had got caught up between his big cheeks when he bent over sometime earlier in the evening and he didn't realize it.
Once the guys had arrived -- just before the game started -- Joe stood Kyle up in front of them all and announced that during half-time, he was going to be giving the hunky teenager a bare-ass spanking for taking the car without permission. He hoped that by making his punishment public, he could get Kyle to think twice before trying another stunt like that. Kyle stared at the floor and blushed hot pink in embarrassment.
The men, on the other hand, were thrilled. Every man in the room had a big grin on his face as they all looked over the teenager's half-naked body.
For the first half, then, Kyle acted as their waiter -- getting drinks, bringing out more snacks, etc. The unmarried guys were especially excited -- this would be their first chance to get a look at the new punishment everybody was talking about.
They patted Kyle's ass at every opportunity, teasing him about what he was going to be getting in a little while. He slapped their hands away and told them to cut it out, but nobody paid any attention. Every time he stopped to deliver a beer, somebody's hand slid up his shorts, squeezing his big ass cheeks or his half-hard teenaged dick. Kyle tried to avoid them, wiggling his ass to get away when they went too far, but he didn't want to take a chance of making his punishment even worse -- and that's what his Dad told him would happen the first time he threatened to punch one of the guys out. "I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight. You're gonna do what you're told for a change."
He had the added humiliation of knowing that a couple of his buddies were probably peeking in through the window. He'd been stupid enough to tell them what was going to be happening. Then, when he'd seen them hanging around a little while ago, he'd tried to get them to go away, but they weren't about to miss this chance. He didn't want to bring them to his father's attention, either -- the way he was acting, he'd probably have invited them in.
The second quarter finally ended, and Joe set up the room for the halftime show. He brought out a straight-backed chair and set it in the middle of the room. "OK, Kyle, let's get going -- we've only got about half an hour. Get out here and get ready for the doorprize drawing." Kyle dutifully went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl, full of slips of paper.
"Each of your names is in this bowl -- I thought I'd spice things up a little by having a drawing to see who's going to get Kyle ready for his spanking." Every face in the room lit up at that intriguing announcement -- except for Kyle, of course.
He turned to his father in outrage. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
Joe just grinned. "Way to go, Kyle. You just doubled your punishment. Keep it up."
Kyle backed off immediately. "No, no! I'm sorry. But you never said anything about . . ."
"Too late! Let's get going. Kyle, draw a name from the bowl."
Kyle was too scared to refuse, now. He reached into the bowl and pulled out one of the slips of paper.
"OK, read the name of the lucky winner, Kyle."
Kyle, looking stricken, but helpless, slowly unfolded the paper and read, "Pete Anderson."
One of the two single guys jumped up and whooped in triumph. "So, what do I need to do to get him ready?" he asked Joe. He walked over to Kyle and eagerly circled him.
"Just one thing, really," Joe chuckled. "Since this is a bare-assed spanking, just get him bare-assed."
"My choice?"
"Yep -- anyway you want to." Joe laughed again at the look on his son's face. This was one spanking he wasn't going to forget in a hurry.
Pete gave it a moment's thought. "OK," he brightened. "Let's make it a 2-step process." Kyle looked extremely apprehensive. "First, I will personally strip him. Then, as a group, we will shave his ass, so it's nice and smooth for the spanking."
There was a general cheer -- Joe laughed as Kyle went white.
The first part of the preparation was straightforward. Pete had Kyle raise his arms and he slowly slid the tank top up over the teenager's head and off.
For the shorts, he was a little more inventive. He plunged his hands into the front and back of the shorts, running his right hand over Kyle's big dick, and his left over the kid's muscular ass. Then he just kept pressing on down until the shorts ended up around the kid's ankles and he ordered Kyle to step out of them.
Now the hot teenager was completely bareass naked in front of his father's friends. They all drank it in for a while -- his big pecs, half erect _c_o_c_k_, oversized balls, smooth muscular cheeks, deep crack. Every inch of his body was a thing of beauty.
While they admired, Joe went and got a can of shaving cream and his own Gillette safety razor. "OK, kid, on your hands and knees," he grinned. Kyle clearly thought of running for it, but finally gave up and sank down onto his hands and knees in the middle of the room.
Pete generously let each guy do part of the lathering up, then they slowly shaved every inch of the kid's ass, switching off with the razor every few strokes. Pete reserved the deep crack and asshole for himself, but the other guys got to take turns holding the kid's muscular cheeks apart. Pete took his time, wiping the cream off one section before shaving it, then doing the same for the next. When he got to the teenager's tight little asshole, he carefully wiped it off with one finger, then slowly rubbed his finger over the hole several times before finally running the razor around the edges -- finishing up the job.
Joe himself decided to shave Kyle's balls while they were at it -- make the whole area look a little nicer. By the time he finished, Kyle's smooth rear and balls were pink with embarrassment and his _c_o_c_k_ was fully erect. His _c_o_c_k_ was so swollen that, uncircumcised though he was, the head was completely exposed, purple and quivering from all the stimulation.
The spanking was almost an anticlimax. But the sight of Kyle's smooth moist cheeks upturned over Joe's knee brought them back to full attention. Especially since he had carefully pressed Kyle's hard _c_o_c_k_ and big balls back between his spread thighs, where they were in full view of all the men (as well as Kyle's buddies, outside).
Joe delivered to his son's bare ass at least 50 or 60 hard smacks. After only 20, Kyle was yelping and writhing around. By 50, he was openly crying. When Joe finally pulled him up to his feet, he was sobbing like a baby. Joe stood, too, and pulled Kyle to him, pressing his son's body firmly against his own, patting his back and comforting him -- telling him he loved him and just wanted to teach him to be a better person.
Everyone loved it -- perfect ending to a perfect halftime. (Of course, everybody, including the teenagers outside, were fully aware that Kyle's huge hardon was pressed firmly against Joe's belly. There was not a soft _c_o_c_k_ in the area.)
Every eye was focussed on Kyle's smooth, muscular ass bright pink from the spanking and slowly flexing as he unconsciously pumped his enormous hardon against his father.
When he finally got control of his sobbing, he realized what he was doing and jumped back as if he'd been burned. He finally became aware of the other men in the room staring at his bouncing _c_o_c_k_. Just then the overstimulation that had been building all evening combined with his sudden acute sense of embarrassment at his public humiliation -- and he began cumming -- spurt after spurt flying out the huge organ and around the room as he totally lost control.
He ran out of the room and into his bedroom to hide.
As the second half started, the men settled in to watch the rest of the game.
The teenagers outside the house slipped away to laugh and retell the story to each other. Two of them were the sons of men who were in the room, but neither teenager was much of a thinker -- it never occurred to them that their ass might be next. This thought did, however, occur to a couple of the others in the group, and they spent a good deal of the rest of the evening imagining just how hot their buddies were gonna look on all fours, naked, their muscular teenage butts in the air.
Joe, meanwhile, had gone into Kyle's room where he sat on the bed, next to the sobbing teenager. He reached out and patted him on the ass. "That's OK, Kyle. The spanking's over now. You just get washed up and back out there. You still have hosting duties to perform." He stood up and went to the door. "Kyle, you've got 15 minutes. If you're not back out there then, I'll come and get you and that'll be another spanking. You hear me?"
Kyle managed to get out, "I can't. I can't. I just can't face them."
Joe chuckled. "Oh, yes you can and you will. It's no big deal -- it was all part of your punishment. You didn't do anything wrong. The guys had a good time -- they won't hold it against you." He paused. "And you can wear the shorts and tank top again. You only had to be naked for your punishment. Now it's over. But you take a quick shower and get back out there!"
"Uh . . . OK. OK. I'm sorry." Kyle was thoroughly chastened -- he had no fight left. "Where's the shorts?"
"They're in the living room. When you're ready, you come on out and get dressed. The slate's wiped clean, Kyle. We're starting over again." Joe went back to the game.
Well before the deadline, a well-scrubbed naked teenager slouched back into the TV room. The men pretended to pay no attention as he searched around and finally found the shorts and tank top, which he slipped into right there. Back in his former role, he quietly went around asking the guys if they wanted anything.
They gave him their orders. Each one patted his back and told him he did great -- that was a really severe punishment and Kyle took it good. They still enjoyed looking at his hot, half-dressed body, but now that he was a "good boy" again, they weren't teasing him or groping him. That was only for bad boys.
By the end of the evening, Kyle was smiling and even joking a little. He was glad his father had made him come out again -- he felt a lot better, now that he knew he could face the men again without embarrassment.
At the end of the evening, as the first man left, Kyle went up to him and hugged him. He was feeling a strong bond now with them all and he wanted to let them know it. He knew the man could feel the pressure of his overdeveloped _c_o_c_k_ and balls against his crotch, and the sensation of Kyle's big pecs against his chest. By now, he just didn't care. They'd all seen it already. He knew they like his body, and it was the only thing he had to say thank you with.
When the man asked if he could take one last look at Kyle's spanked bottom, the teenager got a little nervous again. He was afraid maybe he'd started something. But, looking the man straight in the eye, he finally dropped his shorts and turned around. The man took a long look, patted it gently, and said, "Thanks."
As he said good night to each of the others, Kyle didn't bother pulling up his shorts. And since he didn't seem to mind, a couple of the other men even gave his bare _c_o_c_k_ a farewell squeeze. Somehow, it didn't bother Kyle all that much anymore.
At the next ballgame, the group decided they'd arrange a spanking at least once a week. Each of the two unmarried guys, since they didn't have a teenager to offer up to the group, was assigned to bring someone into the group who did. And the first order of business was to decide who they wanted to bring in. At the end of the evening, each of the two had a list of men with hunky sons, ranked in order of preference. They were to recruit as many of the men from their list as possible, with a full understanding of what joining the group would involve.
To Be Continued . . .
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