Trumped Up Punishments - Chapter 3
Acing Your Punishments, Chapter 3
Teacher’s Meeting at Millennium High
The day after the first ‘special assembly’, at which the new discipline regime at Millennium High had been demonstrated to the students, Headmaster Barton called an afternoon meeting of the teaching staff in order to update them on the new regime and brief them on how the demerit system was to be operated from now on.
“The first thing I’d like to say”, Barton started, “is that I was sorry not to see more of you at the assembly yesterday. The punishment regime is now an integral part of our school’s culture, and since you are the ones who will be handing out demerits, it is desirable for you to be familiar with the punishments that they will result in. I will therefore now show you a video recording of yesterday’s assembly. Please watch carefully.”
The assembled teachers watched the video of Burt’s, Cindy’s, Cliff’s and Kimberly’s punishments, some with satisfaction, some with disbelief and barely concealed outrage and pity. There were a few male teachers who developed fairly prominent erections – in Mr. Warner’s case (he was wearing loose canvas pants), this was fairly obvious and he blushed profusely …
When the video was over, Mr. Barton announced that he had decided that, from September onwards, teachers would be required to attend punishment assemblies as part of their job, and that there would be two rows of reserved seats for them at the front of the auditorium. He continued:
“I am modelling myself pretty much on a former New York mayor: ZERO tolerance. However tiny the infraction, it should be met with at least one demerit. I will keep a record of demerits awarded by teacher, and if you award fewer demerits than your colleagues I will ask you to explain to me why this might be the case. Any demerits awarded should be accompanied with an explanation of the infraction and its circumstances; please feel also free to suggest an appropriate punishment. Are there any questions?”
Mr. Jones, one of the math teacher, had a question: “It has been my practice to hand out five or ten demerits for missed or badly done assignments – under this new regime, this strikes me as a bit harsh. If, as you originally suggested, any pupil with ten demerits or more gets punished, aren’t you worried the assembly will last all day?”
“That was really two questions, Mr. Jones! Let me answer them one at a time. First, it is not at all the idea that you should soften your discipline regime because of our new rules. Quite to the contrary! Poor or shoddy work should be rewarded with the same number of demerits as before. And for your second question: we will cross that bridge when we get to it. I am currently minded to restrict punishment to two or three students per assembly, and we will start with the ones with the most demerits. Everybody else’s will be carried over to the next month. If we have more than one student with the same number of demerits, we might let lots decide, or think of something else.”
There was a buzz of approval in the room.
“Ok, if there are no further questions, the meeting is dismissed. See you all tomorrow!”
Mr. Warner, the English literature teacher, was grateful that his erection had subsided somewhat by then. His thoughts were racing. He was not the most attractive of men, and his success with the opposite sex had always been on the indifferent side. In front of his PC, surfing a number of his favorite BDSM sites, he pictured some of his female pupils in the place of the models … realizing that he now had the power to make this a reality!
A rather unusual English lesson
As Mr. Warner made his way to his class room the next day, he was thinking of Rebecca, the school beauty – a petite, innocent looking 16-year old with a slender figure, small but firm breasts and the most exquisitely pretty face. The class was covering Romeo & Juliet.
“Class, please settle down. We got as far as Act 3, Scene 4 last week – so let’s continue with Scene 5. Who will be Romeo? Nobody? Well, Cliff, the role is yours. Rebecca will be your Juliet. Begin, please!”
“Wilt thou be gone?”, Rebecca read. “It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.”
“You could read that with a bit more emotion, Rebecca!” Mr. Warner interrupted. “Juliet is worried that her new husband is going to part from her, for an uncertain time. She wants the night to continue.”
Rebecca tried again, but Mr. Warner was still not satisfied. “I suggest you stay behind after class and I will try to teach you then. Let Judy take over now, please!”
Judy did a better job, but, after a few lines, Peter interrupted her to ask why Shakespeare’s language was so incomprehensible: “’Jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.’ Who speaks like that?” Laughter. Mr. Warner was furious.
“You are mocking the greatest playwright in the English language. Think again. That’s five demerits!”
Shocked silence. There was no more criticism of Shakespeare’s use of out-moded vocabulary, and the lesson proceeded without further incident. Afterwards, as the class was leaving, Rebecca came to the front.
“Ok, let’s see if we can make the whole thing a little more realistic. You will have heard of method acting, where you ‘become’ your character? Maybe this will help. So, put yourself in Juliet’s position. She has just spent her wedding night with her new husband. It is now morning. What would she be wearing?”
“A nightie?”
“Highly unlikely, I would suggest. She has just made love. They only put on nighties after that in cheap Hollywood films. I suggest she would have been entirely naked. To really get into the role, I suggest you do the same.”
“You mean, here, now?”
“Yes.”
“In front of you?”
“Well, yes, how else am I going to help you?”
“I am sorry, I do not think that is an appropriate thing to ask me to do.”
“Ok, well, at least strip down to your underwear. You want to learn how to do this, don’t you?”
“No, again, I do not think that taking off any clothing at all can be part of the English literature class. In fact, I think I am going to report you to Mr. Barton.”
“Let’s cut to the chase, Rebecca. You have the following choice: do what I ask, and I will give you an ‘A’. Refuse, and I will award you 30 demerits for flagrant disobedience, which should give you top billing at the next assembly. If you want to report me, feel free; just ask yourself who out of the two of us is more likely to be believed.”
Rebecca went bright red. Her heart sank. She had been an unbelieving spectator of the first punishment assembly. She could not face similar punishment and humiliation, she just could not.
“Ok, I’ll strip to my underwear.”
“No, that was then. We’ll do proper method acting now. Strip completely, please!”
Rebecca saw that she had no alternative. She took off her jeans and t-shirt, revealing white panties and a white bra underneath.
“Continue!”
Off came the bra, off came the panties. The most beautiful girl in the school was now standing in front of him, entirely naked! He drank in the picture – the small, pointy breasts, the tuft of blond hair between her legs, the humiliated, distressed little face …
“Ok, let’s see how it goes. Recite the text, I’ll be Romeo!”
It was a real ordeal, trying to concentrate on the words while naked, but Rebecca managed. In fact, she now put rather more feeling into the role. When she got to the words ‘It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torchbearer’, Warner interrupted her.
“What do you think is the meaning of these lines?”
“I don’t know’.
“You have no idea what Shakespeare might mean by ‘torchbearer’? Are you really this naïve? Let me show you!” He approached the naked girl, unzipped and took out his engorged penis. “This is the torch! Touch it, so that you get some idea of what Shakespeare is talking about!”
Rebecca closed her eyes and bashfully touched the shaft. What Mr. Warner did not know was that this was the first penis she had ever touched.
“Put your hand around it and rub it!”
Rebecca did, hesitantly at first, but then with more and more conviction. Mr. Warner’s breathing was getting heavier, he forgot what was going on around him, the risks he was taking … he did not hear the knock at the door, realized too late that the door was opening.
“Mr. Warner!” The headmaster had entered the room. Disaster! But Mr. Warner was now at the point of no return, his penis erupted and his semen shot out over the naked girl’s breasts and face.
“This is an outrage! You are both suspended immediately! Mr. Warner, I will refer your case to the district school board. Miss Ward, I should expel you but will instead award you fifty demerits! Get dressed and out of my sight!”
Consequences
As Rebecca made her way home, shamefaced, in despair, her phone buzzed. “Have you seen the virtual noticeboard?” asked one of her friends by text message. She opened up the school internal website:
Discipline Roster
Over the past two days, sufficient demerits have been awarded to guarantee a punishment assembly on the first Monday in September (i.e. in four days’ time). A maximum of three students will be punished in front of the school, spots being allocated to offenders according to how many demerits they have accumulated. We will publish a weekly ‘leaderboard’ or ‘discipline roster’, listing the students who currently have the highest number of demerits.
1. Rebecca Ward (50 demerits)
2. Alison Cooper, Jonathan Jones, Peter Shaw, Eloise Brown (15 demerits each).
The next few days in school were hell for Rebecca – everybody knew that she would most likely be punished in front of the whole school, and that her punishment would probably involve her being stripped naked (after all, 50 demerits!). As one of the prettiest girls in the school, and, to boot, one that never ‘put out’, this was most male pupils’ dream come true. It seemed to her as if all her male fellow pupils, and even the male teachers, were already mentally undressing her. As day after day passed, she grew more desperate.
During lunch on the first Friday in September, an announcement went over the public-address system summoning her, Alison, Peter and Eloise to Mr. Barton’s office after school.
At the appointed time, all four pupils were seated in front of the office, when Mr. Barton’s secretary told them to go in.
“Good evening, pupils.” Mr. Barton said. “You have been called here because one of you will and another one of you may be punished on Monday morning. Miss Ward, with 50 demerits, will certainly be punished – in fact, her punishment will take some time so that I have decided to punish just two, rather than three, students in order to allow everyone to get back to lessons within a reasonable time-frame. Now, the other three of you are all tied on 20 demerits. As you are all in trouble because of poor academic performance, I have decided that the person to be punished will be determined by a quiz on last month’s academic work. ‘Let the punishment fit the crime’ is our motto, after all. Every wrong answer will mean you will have to shed one item of clothing – whoever is naked first will be the one to be punished. The other two will have their slate wiped clean, in other words, their demerits will be forgiven.
The reason why I have called you here is because I want to ensure that you all will wear the same number of items of clothing, namely underpants/panties, undershirt/bra, socks/tights, shirt and pants/skirt. You are excused.”
The four, shocked, were shuffling towards the door when Mr. Barton’s voice stopped them: “And one more thing. I would appreciate it if Miss Ward, Miss Cooper and Miss Brown could please shave their pubic areas. For avoidance of doubt, I require you to. Failure will incur twenty demerits to be carried over until October. Dismissed!”
Alison and Eloise, though shocked by this ‘request’, did not really worry – they were already bald ‘down there’, because that was the way their boyfriends liked it. So rather than spending time shaving, they could concentrate on revising!
Rebecca, however, did not look forward to shaving or maybe even waxing herself over the weekend. Not that the weekend could possibly get any worse, anyway!
Teacher’s Meeting at Millennium High
The day after the first ‘special assembly’, at which the new discipline regime at Millennium High had been demonstrated to the students, Headmaster Barton called an afternoon meeting of the teaching staff in order to update them on the new regime and brief them on how the demerit system was to be operated from now on.
“The first thing I’d like to say”, Barton started, “is that I was sorry not to see more of you at the assembly yesterday. The punishment regime is now an integral part of our school’s culture, and since you are the ones who will be handing out demerits, it is desirable for you to be familiar with the punishments that they will result in. I will therefore now show you a video recording of yesterday’s assembly. Please watch carefully.”
The assembled teachers watched the video of Burt’s, Cindy’s, Cliff’s and Kimberly’s punishments, some with satisfaction, some with disbelief and barely concealed outrage and pity. There were a few male teachers who developed fairly prominent erections – in Mr. Warner’s case (he was wearing loose canvas pants), this was fairly obvious and he blushed profusely …
When the video was over, Mr. Barton announced that he had decided that, from September onwards, teachers would be required to attend punishment assemblies as part of their job, and that there would be two rows of reserved seats for them at the front of the auditorium. He continued:
“I am modelling myself pretty much on a former New York mayor: ZERO tolerance. However tiny the infraction, it should be met with at least one demerit. I will keep a record of demerits awarded by teacher, and if you award fewer demerits than your colleagues I will ask you to explain to me why this might be the case. Any demerits awarded should be accompanied with an explanation of the infraction and its circumstances; please feel also free to suggest an appropriate punishment. Are there any questions?”
Mr. Jones, one of the math teacher, had a question: “It has been my practice to hand out five or ten demerits for missed or badly done assignments – under this new regime, this strikes me as a bit harsh. If, as you originally suggested, any pupil with ten demerits or more gets punished, aren’t you worried the assembly will last all day?”
“That was really two questions, Mr. Jones! Let me answer them one at a time. First, it is not at all the idea that you should soften your discipline regime because of our new rules. Quite to the contrary! Poor or shoddy work should be rewarded with the same number of demerits as before. And for your second question: we will cross that bridge when we get to it. I am currently minded to restrict punishment to two or three students per assembly, and we will start with the ones with the most demerits. Everybody else’s will be carried over to the next month. If we have more than one student with the same number of demerits, we might let lots decide, or think of something else.”
There was a buzz of approval in the room.
“Ok, if there are no further questions, the meeting is dismissed. See you all tomorrow!”
Mr. Warner, the English literature teacher, was grateful that his erection had subsided somewhat by then. His thoughts were racing. He was not the most attractive of men, and his success with the opposite sex had always been on the indifferent side. In front of his PC, surfing a number of his favorite BDSM sites, he pictured some of his female pupils in the place of the models … realizing that he now had the power to make this a reality!
A rather unusual English lesson
As Mr. Warner made his way to his class room the next day, he was thinking of Rebecca, the school beauty – a petite, innocent looking 16-year old with a slender figure, small but firm breasts and the most exquisitely pretty face. The class was covering Romeo & Juliet.
“Class, please settle down. We got as far as Act 3, Scene 4 last week – so let’s continue with Scene 5. Who will be Romeo? Nobody? Well, Cliff, the role is yours. Rebecca will be your Juliet. Begin, please!”
“Wilt thou be gone?”, Rebecca read. “It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.”
“You could read that with a bit more emotion, Rebecca!” Mr. Warner interrupted. “Juliet is worried that her new husband is going to part from her, for an uncertain time. She wants the night to continue.”
Rebecca tried again, but Mr. Warner was still not satisfied. “I suggest you stay behind after class and I will try to teach you then. Let Judy take over now, please!”
Judy did a better job, but, after a few lines, Peter interrupted her to ask why Shakespeare’s language was so incomprehensible: “’Jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.’ Who speaks like that?” Laughter. Mr. Warner was furious.
“You are mocking the greatest playwright in the English language. Think again. That’s five demerits!”
Shocked silence. There was no more criticism of Shakespeare’s use of out-moded vocabulary, and the lesson proceeded without further incident. Afterwards, as the class was leaving, Rebecca came to the front.
“Ok, let’s see if we can make the whole thing a little more realistic. You will have heard of method acting, where you ‘become’ your character? Maybe this will help. So, put yourself in Juliet’s position. She has just spent her wedding night with her new husband. It is now morning. What would she be wearing?”
“A nightie?”
“Highly unlikely, I would suggest. She has just made love. They only put on nighties after that in cheap Hollywood films. I suggest she would have been entirely naked. To really get into the role, I suggest you do the same.”
“You mean, here, now?”
“Yes.”
“In front of you?”
“Well, yes, how else am I going to help you?”
“I am sorry, I do not think that is an appropriate thing to ask me to do.”
“Ok, well, at least strip down to your underwear. You want to learn how to do this, don’t you?”
“No, again, I do not think that taking off any clothing at all can be part of the English literature class. In fact, I think I am going to report you to Mr. Barton.”
“Let’s cut to the chase, Rebecca. You have the following choice: do what I ask, and I will give you an ‘A’. Refuse, and I will award you 30 demerits for flagrant disobedience, which should give you top billing at the next assembly. If you want to report me, feel free; just ask yourself who out of the two of us is more likely to be believed.”
Rebecca went bright red. Her heart sank. She had been an unbelieving spectator of the first punishment assembly. She could not face similar punishment and humiliation, she just could not.
“Ok, I’ll strip to my underwear.”
“No, that was then. We’ll do proper method acting now. Strip completely, please!”
Rebecca saw that she had no alternative. She took off her jeans and t-shirt, revealing white panties and a white bra underneath.
“Continue!”
Off came the bra, off came the panties. The most beautiful girl in the school was now standing in front of him, entirely naked! He drank in the picture – the small, pointy breasts, the tuft of blond hair between her legs, the humiliated, distressed little face …
“Ok, let’s see how it goes. Recite the text, I’ll be Romeo!”
It was a real ordeal, trying to concentrate on the words while naked, but Rebecca managed. In fact, she now put rather more feeling into the role. When she got to the words ‘It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torchbearer’, Warner interrupted her.
“What do you think is the meaning of these lines?”
“I don’t know’.
“You have no idea what Shakespeare might mean by ‘torchbearer’? Are you really this naïve? Let me show you!” He approached the naked girl, unzipped and took out his engorged penis. “This is the torch! Touch it, so that you get some idea of what Shakespeare is talking about!”
Rebecca closed her eyes and bashfully touched the shaft. What Mr. Warner did not know was that this was the first penis she had ever touched.
“Put your hand around it and rub it!”
Rebecca did, hesitantly at first, but then with more and more conviction. Mr. Warner’s breathing was getting heavier, he forgot what was going on around him, the risks he was taking … he did not hear the knock at the door, realized too late that the door was opening.
“Mr. Warner!” The headmaster had entered the room. Disaster! But Mr. Warner was now at the point of no return, his penis erupted and his semen shot out over the naked girl’s breasts and face.
“This is an outrage! You are both suspended immediately! Mr. Warner, I will refer your case to the district school board. Miss Ward, I should expel you but will instead award you fifty demerits! Get dressed and out of my sight!”
Consequences
As Rebecca made her way home, shamefaced, in despair, her phone buzzed. “Have you seen the virtual noticeboard?” asked one of her friends by text message. She opened up the school internal website:
Discipline Roster
Over the past two days, sufficient demerits have been awarded to guarantee a punishment assembly on the first Monday in September (i.e. in four days’ time). A maximum of three students will be punished in front of the school, spots being allocated to offenders according to how many demerits they have accumulated. We will publish a weekly ‘leaderboard’ or ‘discipline roster’, listing the students who currently have the highest number of demerits.
1. Rebecca Ward (50 demerits)
2. Alison Cooper, Jonathan Jones, Peter Shaw, Eloise Brown (15 demerits each).
The next few days in school were hell for Rebecca – everybody knew that she would most likely be punished in front of the whole school, and that her punishment would probably involve her being stripped naked (after all, 50 demerits!). As one of the prettiest girls in the school, and, to boot, one that never ‘put out’, this was most male pupils’ dream come true. It seemed to her as if all her male fellow pupils, and even the male teachers, were already mentally undressing her. As day after day passed, she grew more desperate.
During lunch on the first Friday in September, an announcement went over the public-address system summoning her, Alison, Peter and Eloise to Mr. Barton’s office after school.
At the appointed time, all four pupils were seated in front of the office, when Mr. Barton’s secretary told them to go in.
“Good evening, pupils.” Mr. Barton said. “You have been called here because one of you will and another one of you may be punished on Monday morning. Miss Ward, with 50 demerits, will certainly be punished – in fact, her punishment will take some time so that I have decided to punish just two, rather than three, students in order to allow everyone to get back to lessons within a reasonable time-frame. Now, the other three of you are all tied on 20 demerits. As you are all in trouble because of poor academic performance, I have decided that the person to be punished will be determined by a quiz on last month’s academic work. ‘Let the punishment fit the crime’ is our motto, after all. Every wrong answer will mean you will have to shed one item of clothing – whoever is naked first will be the one to be punished. The other two will have their slate wiped clean, in other words, their demerits will be forgiven.
The reason why I have called you here is because I want to ensure that you all will wear the same number of items of clothing, namely underpants/panties, undershirt/bra, socks/tights, shirt and pants/skirt. You are excused.”
The four, shocked, were shuffling towards the door when Mr. Barton’s voice stopped them: “And one more thing. I would appreciate it if Miss Ward, Miss Cooper and Miss Brown could please shave their pubic areas. For avoidance of doubt, I require you to. Failure will incur twenty demerits to be carried over until October. Dismissed!”
Alison and Eloise, though shocked by this ‘request’, did not really worry – they were already bald ‘down there’, because that was the way their boyfriends liked it. So rather than spending time shaving, they could concentrate on revising!
Rebecca, however, did not look forward to shaving or maybe even waxing herself over the weekend. Not that the weekend could possibly get any worse, anyway!
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