I. Mr. Kramer, part


by Weirdmail

Justin had gotten his emotions under control and was now back to being embarassed. He had figured out that he was meant to be left here for the rest of the period. He was also rather disappointed that he wouldn't get to see Josh's punishment. The bastard had started the pushing, he remembered. Besides, Josh had got to look upon him while he was getting his.

Justin came from a large family- 4 younger brothers- and was not unfamiliar with spankings. Although his mother deemed him too big for everyday hand spankings, so that his spankings were exclusively his father's domain, his younger brothers were not excluded. They received frequent slaps to their clothed or naked bottoms in front of their eldest brother. He also shared a room with the second oldest, William, so he was used to being around other nude boys. But despite all this experience, he was still curoius about a bare bottomed spanking. At home, his father's bare spankings (which he had just realized he would be in for if (a) a letter describing this little episode was sent home, or (b) his parents saw his bare rump. He'd have to pay off Chad to keep him quiet about that.) were always performed in private. Once, though, he had sneaked a peek through a window when Chad was getting spanked bare. It had been the first time his father had deemed he was old enough to receive such an intense punishment. Justin had loved every minute of it, expecially since it was for when Chad threw Justin's Komodo Dragon report away on purpose. He wanted to see another one. But he knew he wouldn't be able to.

By now Josh's fear of the strapping that lie in his immediate future had increased to the point where he was completely frozen in fear, yet the situation was strangely clear to him: He realized that he, Joshua Young, was standing in the pool room of the Metro High School, completely and utterly naked and on display for the edification of 29 people. And in a moment he was going to have 15 lashes placed across his butt by one of them. And it would likely hurt more than any other experience of his life. That was where he was.

His thoughts ran a hundred different ways, all trying desparately to find a way out of the spanking. He preyed to God that he would be spared. But he remembered the biblical advice 'Spare the rod, spoil the child." A trickle of pool water ran down his face. Even the Lord was against him.

"Mr. Young. For dangerous horseplay in the pool area and for lying to me, you will receive 15 strokes. Please bend over to touch your toes."

Josh remained standing.

"MR. YOUNG! IT WILL BE VERY UNPLEASANT IF I NEED TO REPEAT WHAT I JUST SAID!"

Josh opened his mouth. 'Please, Mr. Kramer...sir...don't do this to me," he whispered.

The class stood there, clearly expecting the teacher to lose control. Instead he spoke in clear tones, voice once again dangerously quiet.

"Mr. Young, what makes you think that I will let you out of your punishment. You have broken a rule and will be punished. No exceptions. Furthermore, I have already discliplined Mr. Adams. It would be extremely unfair of me to disclipline only one of you for a crime you have both committed. Mr. Adams took his punishment with dignity. I will ask you to do the same. Please bend over to touch your toes and take your punishment. I will not ask you again."

Justin was fascinated with the drama unfolding. He listened intently, wishing he could watch the exchange. Why wouldn't Josh shut up and take his spanking so the class could get along with swimming? There was no way Josh was going to get out of the spanking. The sooner, and with the least strokes, it could be over with, the better for Josh. He wasn't making it easier on himself.

"NOW!"

Cowed, Josh finally bent over and touched his toes, butt high in air. Josh's hair was blonde with a red tint to it and the very fair skin of blondes. Unlike Justin's completely hairless flesh, Josh's had a rough layer of peach fuzz. He usually had rosy cheeks, but the color was drained from them. His buttocks in particular were creamy white. So the first welt raised across it was a shocking contrast to the pale flesh, a contrast Mr. Kramer liked.

The stroke took Josh's breath away. He couldn't believe the pain. Immediatly he began to wonder how much more he could take.

Two more sizzling strokes seared the reddening flesh. Josh began to cry, tears streaming down his round face. Yet another stroke crashed into the wayward behind. Josh bawled loundly.

"Nooo...!" He knew he wouldn't be able to take many more.

Mr. Kramer delivered two more shattering strokes to Josh's backside, enjoying the incredible pain he was inflicting. It was a much firmer spanking than Justin's.

Again Josh wailed "No...!" The class saw the reason behind the last cry.

A trickle of yellow fluid traveled down his chest and onto the floor. Mr. Kramer, not noticing, delivered the 7th blow.

"Ahhh!!" Josh yelled as the trickle quickly changed to a strong stream. Josh was peeing on himself.


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