Let The Show Begin!
Elated as a boy in love, Neil Taylor rubbed his hands together, a big grin on his face. At that moment he heard the announcement ringing through the halls and classrooms of the school, that Tommy Carson was to go to the Assistant Principal's office! Grinning even more broadly, Neil stood up from his desk and, fast as he could, shut the door of his office and pulled the blinds on the window shut tight. Then he walked over to the office wall, where his Kiwanis plaque was hanging, took it down and leaned into a neatly framed small round hole in the wall - his peephole into the Assistant Principal's office.
No one was in the room yet and the lights were off. The lens Neil had implanted in the wall gave a full view of the room, in which he could dimly see Jeff's desk and desk chair and three straight back chairs opposite the desk. Over a bookshelf hung the paddle. It was a dandy one, custom-made, shaped like a ping-pong paddle, but larger and thicker and with one side smooth polished wood, the other covered with hard plastic ridges.
Neil continued leaning his forehead against the wall and peering into the hole, as he unfastened his belt and pulled it out of the belt loops, undid the clasp at the waist of his gray wool trousers, kicking off his shoes and pulling his legs out of the pants. Standing now in a white shirt and black tie, and gray and black tweed sport, black socks and a pair of white briefs, Neil continued to watch and wait, using his hands to begin stimulating himself.
"Man!" he thought to himself. "This is a dream come true! I'd better take it easy or I'll shoot my wad before the action even starts, just thinking about it!"
At that moment the office door opened and in stepped James Etting, flicking on the light switch as he entered. Another smile lit up Neil's face at the sight of James, looking very very nervous about the task ahead of him, glancing at the clock, and then with a look of horror, staring for a moment at the paddle on the wall.
"Ahhhhhh, James, my boy," thought Neil. "I see YOU are ALSO excited by the prospect of working on little Tommy's round butt!"
Alone as he was, James allowed himself a moment to run his hand down inside the front of his pants, where Neil could clearly see a significant bulge. James seemed to be trying to adjust it, to hide his excitement but the touch of his hand only made matters worse, a damp spot appearing on the corduroy material of his pants. Well - there was an answer for that! He strode over to the desk chair and sat down, giving his tumescent _c_o_c_k_ sanctuary behind the desk.
A couple of taps at the door, and James' voice cracked as he said "Come in." The door opened wide and Tommy Carson took a confident long stride into the room.