[Note: Everyone in the following story is 18 years of age or older.]
"All right, Mr. Thompson — you're going to the principal's office."
The class was silent — staring at Joey in awe. He would be the first of the in-crowd to experience the results of the recent school board decision — corporal punishment. There had been a few reports, but mostly from the fringes — nobody who was anybody in the class would have spoken with any of them, personally. Now, though, they were going to hear what it was like — one of their own had been called in.
And what a choice — most of his friends were getting a little tingle just thinking about what it would be like to be in Principal Karp's shoes — to have the sexiest boy in the Senior Class in your power. What would he do to him? Among the fantasies, a few images recurred — mostly involving Joey's spectacular tits and ass.
And Joey always wore tight T-shirts that outlines his big, round tits and prominent brown nipples. The guys who he considered his closest friends were allowed to feel them once in a while — but only when joking — pretending, say, that they were feeling up a girl. Of course, when they discussed working out, he was often asked to pull up his T-shirt and show them off, explaining exactly how he worked on them, and, of course, ending with everyone feeling how firm they were.
Even more popular than his tits, though, was his full, round ass. His perfect, melon-shaped cheeks were always clearly outlined by his faded tight jeans — the thin cloth barely concealed the smooth white expanse of his naked butt — his jeans were so worn out and threadbare that it was sometimes hard to tell whether you were actually seeing glimpses of skin as his butt flexed and jiggled when he walked, or whether it was just your imagination.
His rear seam was pulled deep into his asscrack, showing off the perfect shape of each individual melon, and allowing his buddies to gaze at the hot action as the two cheeks flexed and rubbed over one another as he walked. It was harder to find excuses to get their hands on those hot butt-cheeks — he was often asked for advice about building up glutes, but it took some special circumstances to get him to demonstrate his own perfect development. Of course, once in a while someone would get lucky and he'd be in the mood at a time when they had some serious privacy. More than once his buddies had been treated to the sight of his bare ass in the back seat of someone's car as a bunch of them tooled around on a Saturday afternoon. He hardly ever let them touch his ass, though, the way they did his tits. "That's private property," he would say, whenever one of them reached for it, and knocked their hands away. But once in a while, when they were persistent, and Joey was in a particularly mellow mood, he had been known let one or two of them play with it for a while, half-heartedly protesting all the time.
And now that ass was going to belong to Mr. Karp — at least for an hour. Their overheated little minds were going crazy with imagining.
Joey himself was a little nervous as he was marched into the principal's office. Mr. Karp was a very big, very strong man. He hoped it wasn't going to hurt. He wasn't quite sure what was supposed to happen.
The teacher who had brought him in spent some time detailing his misbehavior to the principal before he finally left.
"All right, Mr. Thompson, strip down for punishment."
Joey gaped. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Strip? In front of the principal?
"Didn't you hear me, Mr. Thompson? I said strip! Corporal punishment means bareass, in case you haven't heard. That's the rule." Mr. Karp smirked at the wide-eyed little hunk, not bothering to mention that it was his own rule.
Slowly, Joey began to obey the man, pulling his T-shirt up over his head. The principal watched attentively as the boy's big firm tits were exposed to his audience of one. Reluctantly, Joey began unbuckling his belt and opened the front of his pants.
"Best get those shoes and socks off first, son."
Blushing, he bent over and removed his sneakers and socks, then pulled off his pants. What a beauty! He was wearing a jock, ready for gym class — the snowy pouch trembled with the weight of his cock and balls. He stood facing the principal's desk, waiting for orders. His smooth ivory skin was perfect, unblemished.
Just then the principal's door swung open — another teacher burst in, dragging Butch, the toughest and sleaziest of the detention crowd. Butch spent an average of at least two days a week in the principal's office, usually for smarting off to a teacher. The teacher stopped in his tracks, gaping at Joey's naked ass, then finally pulled himself together and indicated to the principal that he wanted to talk privately.
Mr. Karp came out from behind his desk, took Joey by the arm and propelled him firmly out the door into his secretary's office. "Just wait here for a minute." He grinned wickedly. "Don't go anywhere." He disappeared back into his office and closed the door.
It was only then that Joey came to his senses — there was Miss Prynn across the room, typing away, and here he was, all naked tits and ass, with nothing to cover himself. And to top it off, the wall of her office facing the school corridor was all glass — he was completely on display to any students who happened to walk by.
He whirled around, intending to dive back into the principal's office. There was a hollow click as he tried to turn the knob — Karp had locked it behind him! He started to pound on the door, begging the principal to let him in. Miss Prynn looked up, frowning, completely unfazed by the sight of his bare white asscheeks jiggling in front of her as he struggled with the door.
"Young man! You will be quiet! The principal will let you know when he is ready for you. In the meantime, I have work to do and I'd appreciate it if you'd wait quietly."
Joey finally gave up — he realized that with the noise he was making, he'd probably attract the attention of anybody passing by. Better to just stand quietly and hope that no one would notice.
As luck would have it, it was just at that moment that two of his buddies passed by — they both glanced in at the same time and spotted him. He quickly covered his jock pouch with his hands, not realizing that from the hallway, this made him look completely naked.
The two guys — Jack and Brian — just stared, mouths gaping, unable to believe they were seeing him standing there stark naked, right in front of Miss Prynn. Joey's face flushed bright red and he quickly turned his back, unwilling to face them. This view was even more breathtaking, his beautiful round melon-shaped cheeks fully exposed in all their trembling vulnerability. But at least now they could see that he was wearing his jock — the white straps cupped and lifted his buttocks, spreading them invitingly near the bottom, hinting at the tight little hole nestled between them.
Joey was too ashamed to look around again — he stood facing the principal's door, near tears, waiting desperately for it to open again.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open. Joey leaped through it into the comparative safety of the principal's office, almost colliding with the teacher, who was just leaving.
Joey stood in front of Mr. Karp's desk, still breathless at escaping from the humiliation of total exposure to his friends. Gradually he realized that Butch had remained in the office, and that both he and the principal were looking him over appraisingly.
"Well, what do you think, Butch? Can you do it? I'll give you one chance — if you can teach this little punk a lesson in a way that satisfies me, I'll waive the detention. Think you can do it?"
Joey was confused. He wasn't sure he understood what the principal was saying.
"But remember, if I'm not satisfied, it'll be not only detention, but corporal punishment for you, too. Understand?"
"Sure thing, Herr Karp. No problem. Leave it to me. I guarantee you, you'll be happy with my work." He winked at Joey. "I think between the two of us, we can make our principal happy, can't we, punk?"
Joey was even more confused, but he had a feeling that there was something not quite right about all this. It worried him. He almost wrinkled his forehead in his attempt to figure out what was going on, but finally gave it up. There really wasn't anything for him to figure out — he was just here for punishment. Let Mr. Karp worry about it.
"Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but I don't really give a shit. I'm here to see Mr. Karp, not some auto shop drop-out." He gave the big creep the evil eye — the look that shriveled all the creeps and made them scurry away and hide.
Butch just laughed. He grabbed the cute preppy by the arm, swung him around and swatted him a loud one on his jutty bare ass. SMACK!!
