The eight male faculty of Boondock Elementary School were worried. They had lost a very important bet to their women coworkers as to whose classes had read the most books over the summer. Whichever group lost the bet would get a spanking by the winners. In the case of the men, the agreement was ALL of the guys in the school would be paddled, not just the teachers. So, there they were, assembled in a line in the faculty lounge after school. Most of them figured the "spanking" would be a wimpy pat on their covered butts, yet admittedly had no idea of what was coming. That is, until Ida Finklewrinkle, the school prinicipal stood before them sternly.
"Welcome gentlemen, I'm glad to see you are all here. As you know, you lost the bet fair and square and Ms. Strongheel and myself will be administering your punishment in front of the entire women faculty. You are going to be spanked...completely nude!" "N-n-n-n-n-ude!" Mr. Target, the gym teacher stammered. "But you c-c-an't you just c-c-an't, that wasn't part of the agreement!"
"The agreement is whatever the women decide, since you all are the losers. Got a problem with that?"
"B-b-but-t-t-", Mr. Target sputtered. "Can't we at least keep on our shorts?"
There was some tittering and giggling among the women. Ms. Finklewrinkle and Strongheel had a quick conference with their coworkers. Smiling her best wicked grin, Finklewrinkle addressed the group.
"The women have decided you may keep on your undershorts."
There was an audible gasp of relief among the men.
"With one condition...you have to pull your little weenies out of the fly, for everyone to see."
The men groaned. That was just about as bad as being completely naked!
"Let's get going!" Finklewrinkle growled. "We don't have all day. All of you take your shoes off."
The men slowly removed their shoes, still not fully comprehending what was going to happen. Most of their faces were beet red and they were sweating profusely. However, the sixteen women in the audience were loving it! When all the men were shoeless, Finklewrinkle continued:
"Socks next!"
The men very awkwardly removed their dark dress socks and put them inside their discarded shoes.
"Now, everyone take off their shirt!"
The male faculty of Boondock Elementary continued to whine and complain, but eventually all of their shirts were at their feet. Most wore sleeveless undershirts, but a few crew neck t-shirts were represented as well.
"Undershirts, too!" Finklewrinkle was unrelenting.
Eight pairs of t-shirts were nervously peeled off as the men waited for their next command.
"Ok, I want each one of you in turn to take your pants off. Mr. Wingdale first."
Wingdale was a 3rd grade teacher. He was about 50 years old, and very boring. His hands were shaking so violently, he could barely get his belt undone. With infinite difficulty, he undid the clasp and slowly stepped out of his trousers. His undershorts were pretty unremarkable, standard full cut white boxers. That was pretty much what the women expected.
"OK, Mr. Hines you're next!"
Hines was the School Psychologist. At 45, he was very hairy and the women could hardly wait to see his legs. They were not disappointed. As Hines' pants fell to a heep at his feet, his plaid boxer shorts and curly black hair sprouting all over his legs were plainly visible to the crowd.
"Not bad," Mr. Johnson, it's your turn."
Johnson taught 5th grade and was in his 30's. He was very tall and thin, and quite good looking. The women eagerly anticipated viewing him in his underwear. Johnson did not disappoint. He wore blue trim boxers which complimented his youthful frame nicely.
"MMMM...quite good. OK, Mr. Target, let's see your legs."
Target swore under his breath. His hands were shaking as he lowered his sweats. Underneath were gray boxer briefs with an unmistakable bulge in them. Indeed, despite their humiliation, the other men were getting aroused as well. Their boxer shorts were slowly being converted into small tents, to the delight of the women.
"Now it's time for Mr. Clark to lower his pants!"
Clark was the youngest guy present at 24. He taught 2nd grade, and was very nerdy. With trembling hands, he lowered his pleated pants and stepped out of them. He was so aroused that part of the head of his boner poked out of the flap of his striped boxers. The women gasped.
"Now, Clark, we're not there yet. Put your weenie back in your shorts."
The women giggled as Clark nervously pushed his dick back in his boxer fly.
"Next!" Finklewrinkle glared at Mr. Bradley. He was also young at 26, and quite arrogant. The women could hardly wait to paddle his butt!!
"Jesus!" Bradley couldn't believe what was happening to him. He very reluctantly lowered his dress trousers, exposing teal silk boxers.
"I can see you all have been letting your wives buy your underwear!" Finklewrinkle managed a little smile.