It was after supper, but the evening sun still shone through the lofty windows of the gymnasium to catch dust particles floated weightlessly in its slanting streams of light. A naked young man who promoted the delicate aura of a fragile girl stood fumbling over his words before the seated figure of Miss Twist, groping helplessly for an excuse to explain the persistent stiffness of his penis. Eventually he subsided into silence, eyes apprehensive, knuckles white as he wrung his hands behind his back.
The teacher raise an ironic eyebrow. "In other words you don't know why you're in such a state, is that right Bambi?"
The student was almost too fragile, with his hair pinned back from his elfin face everything about him seemed small and frail at that moment. Everything except his penis that is, which was standing erect, swollen and as solid as he had ever known it. Earlier he'd secluded himself away and pumped it frantically, but even an ejaculation had failed to diminish its tenacious uplift. "I-I didn't have any trouble until matron gave me some tonic, an - and..."
"So, you blame matron for your ghastly show of male arrogance?"
"N-no miss - only I can't make it go down. I've tried..."
"Stop your miserable sissy faffing. You're not going to be punished for having an erection tonight. The reason you're here as already been defined, and you voted for extra detention instead of time in the dungeon. But if you thought you'd escaped with a soft option by agreeing to come here you may change your mind in a little while."
Bambi had already had some misgivings when he's seen the row of bare bottoms already lined up in front of the wall-bars. Four pairs of naked sissy buttocks pushed out into plumpness, four pairs of knees resting side by side on the wooden bench, and four helpless classmates bent forward, heads down awaiting 'whacks'.
Hands behind his back, he flattened his palms around his own pert rounded bottom in an unconscious way, symbolically protecting them from what he knew was to come.
Miss Twist narrowed her eyes in a way that made her look like a mean cat planning to shred up a canary, then she dipped into the sports bag that never seemed to be far from her side. "Since you have no control of your body we shall give the portion that offends a little playsuit of its own."
Seeming oblivious to the sexual content of the situation she drew him forward and fastened an Arab-strap onto his genitals. A metal ring slotted down over his penis to settle at its base, and a leather strap connected to the ring was buckled around the root of his testicles. That done she drew a second strap from somewhere beneath to divide his scrotum and make his balls bulge out each side of it like a pair of fat grapes. Her knuckles of necessity buffeted Nicola's straining penis as she pulled everything snug and secure and fastened the last buckle. "There, that would appear to make things tidier, don't you think Bambi?"
"Y-yes miss." His voice was a whisper.
"Fine. Go and take your place with the others."
The schoolteacher then produced a plimsoll from her bag and stood up looking somewhat ominous and threatening in a sleek, black body hugging leotard. Threatening was exactly how she wished to be seen. Her movement, and by implication the imminence of discomfort for imprudently presented backsides, caused consternation among the four other unfortunates who had chosen extra detention as a chastisement for their 'crimes'. Bare thighs squeezed anxiously together and nervous bum-cheeks huddled tight as if seeking security in numbers.
The fortunate side-effect of their posing made their dear bottoms develop into firm, round apple-shaped morsels that stuck out and waggled provocatively, and Emma wasn't slow to appreciate such a thing. As she approached the line of subjection Zoë, who's flawless derriere was about to become the target for her first stinger, moaned in despair. That was rashness indeed, but he stuttered - "S-sorry miss." - even when he knew it was pointless. An eloquent swish of the plimsoll, a THWACK, and he was a bungle of wriggling agitation.
"Silence," snapped the woman, " I don't want to hear anything but 'Ouch' and Ow'. You can save 'Sorry miss' until the end!"
She moved along to the next compliant figure and with a flourish of her arm brought the rubber-soled shoe swooshing down across Fifi's delectable round bottom. Fifi squealed, squirmed and earned himself a second smack before he subsided into obedient silence, sobs gurgling against a hand he clutched against his mouth. The teacher paced along the row again and then back, grinning, her expression puckish and mischievous, clearly relishing the helplessness of the sissies under her command. When slapped the gym-shoes playfully onto Trudy's upthrust bottom again her smiled broadened. It made the she-boy bleat and squirm his defenceless little bum beautifully.
How nice. They were all so easy to intimidate.
For a moment she dwelt on the cause of them being there. In the outside world their antics would be of little note, but at Fairyfield small deviations came in for big whacks. Bambi and Zoë had been caught playing with their pricks while perusing a magazine entitled 'Man-Sized' and masturbation without permission was of course always a good enough reason for punishment. Fifi and Trudy had been scooped up by Gloria as they exited from the door marked 'prohibited' that led into the unused east-wing. They were only clad in bathrobes, and in the pocket of one she'd found a part-used tube of KY jelly, while in another had been a plastic vibrator with the proportions of a cucumber.
The fifth individual was Poppy - he never seemed to be far from trouble. He'd pestered Miss Hancock to be allowed to water the flower-beds in the garden each evening, but had been caught out when Miriam had inspected the tool shed and found a blanket on the floor on which lay Poppy's bellybutton ring. On interrogation he'd admitted that one of the elderly gardeners - an Outsider - had been giving him tail.
Of course Miriam Hancock's regime at the school catered for all such misdemeanours and there was no real justification for 'special correction', but like Jennifer, Emma Twist relished humiliating and smacking pretty young men, and from time to time leeway was allowed for some imaginative amusement.
Rising above her reverie she paraded behind the miscreants, stopping at each in turn, stroking and tapping their buttocks. "Okay - now then, what do you lot deserve as 'warmers', eh? How many to make a start? One each, or half a dozen - what do you say?
It was play-acting of course, intended to amuse herself and humiliate the unfortunate pantywaists. When no one ventured a suggestion even of the most timid kind she made an arbitrary decision of her own. "Right - four each to begin with."
