Having had such a good experience with corporal punishment, principal DuPree began to realize over the next several days that he need not confine himself to Tom (although that was all he had been thinking about when he signed the papers). Looking around, he began to realize that there were a whole lot of very appealing young asses at this school, every one of them in need of discipline in his opinion.
From being -- in the minds of the students -- a pushover of a teacher (all you had to do was spread your legs in class a few times and your grade went up) to being a much-feared disciplinarian was a very satisfying transition for Mr. DuPree. And quite a few of the upperclassmen's fathers found out they really got off on the principal's style of spanking. More and more often, Tom's classmates found themselves getting stripped and spanked at home as well as at school.
One group of about half a dozen men in the community had a tradition of watching a couple of ballgames a week as a group, rotating among their homes, with the host supplying TV and snacks -- the host's wife usually agreeing to be out visiting for the evening. Most of them had sons in their teens.
On one football evening, Joe, whose son Kyle was in Tom's class, was hosting the group. As the men arrived, they were met at the door by an unhappy-looking Kyle, who ushered them in to the TV room and took their drink orders. Kyle was a good-looking gymnast and wrestler -- he was on both school teams.
The guys were kind of intrigued to see that he was wearing a mesh tanktop that showed off his well-developed pecs and dark nipples. And other than that, he had on nothing but a pair of brief gymnastics shorts. Without the singlet that normally went under them, they covered virtually nothing. Every few steps, as he walked, the fat head of his big uncircumcised teenaged cock swung into view below the shorts. From the rear, his asscheeks were almost half bare -- looked like the shorts had got caught up between his big cheeks when he bent over sometime earlier in the evening and he didn't realize it.
Once the guys had arrived -- just before the game started -- Joe stood Kyle up in front of them all and announced that during half-time, he was going to be giving the hunky teenager a bare-ass spanking for taking the car without permission. He hoped that by making his punishment public, he could get Kyle to think twice before trying another stunt like that. Kyle stared at the floor and blushed hot pink in embarrassment.
The men, on the other hand, were thrilled. Every man in the room had a big grin on his face as they all looked over the teenager's half-naked body.
For the first half, then, Kyle acted as their waiter -- getting drinks, bringing out more snacks, etc. The unmarried guys were especially excited -- this would be their first chance to get a look at the new punishment everybody was talking about.
They patted Kyle's ass at every opportunity, teasing him about what he was going to be getting in a little while. He slapped their hands away and told them to cut it out, but nobody paid any attention. Every time he stopped to deliver a beer, somebody's hand slid up his shorts, squeezing his big ass cheeks or his half-hard teenaged dick. Kyle tried to avoid them, wiggling his ass to get away when they went too far, but he didn't want to take a chance of making his punishment even worse -- and that's what his Dad told him would happen the first time he threatened to punch one of the guys out. "I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight. You're gonna do what you're told for a change."
He had the added humiliation of knowing that a couple of his buddies were probably peeking in through the window. He'd been stupid enough to tell them what was going to be happening. Then, when he'd seen them hanging around a little while ago, he'd tried to get them to go away, but they weren't about to miss this chance. He didn't want to bring them to his father's attention, either -- the way he was acting, he'd probably have invited them in.
The second quarter finally ended, and Joe set up the room for the halftime show. He brought out a straight-backed chair and set it in the middle of the room. "OK, Kyle, let's get going -- we've only got about half an hour. Get out here and get ready for the doorprize drawing." Kyle dutifully went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl, full of slips of paper.
"Each of your names is in this bowl -- I thought I'd spice things up a little by having a drawing to see who's going to get Kyle ready for his spanking." Every face in the room lit up at that intriguing announcement -- except for Kyle, of course.
He turned to his father in outrage. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
Joe just grinned. "Way to go, Kyle. You just doubled your punishment. Keep it up."
Kyle backed off immediately. "No, no! I'm sorry. But you never said anything about . . ."
"Too late! Let's get going. Kyle, draw a name from the bowl."
Kyle was too scared to refuse, now. He reached into the bowl and pulled out one of the slips of paper.
