Back at Middleton High, Principal DuPree had discovered that, powerful as he was, there were a few very desirable asses that he hadn't been able to get his hands on.
One of them had been brought to his attention by his friend Dan Jacobs. Dan's next-door neighbor had an 18-year-old son at Middleton High -- named Matthew Cooper. Dan had tried every thing short of forcible abduction to get a look at this kid's body, but he was unbelievably shy and a total prude when it came to his body.
DuPree looked into the kid's records -- he was an exemplary student -- belonged to several academic organizations. In fact, he was currently student body president -- DuPree was amazed that he wasn't aware of him.
Checking him out, he discovered why -- the kid was a walking, talking prototype for the concept of "nerd." The thing is, now that Dan mentioned him, DuPree found himself taking a closer look. Actually, the kid looked to have a very hot body. While DuPree was observing him in the hallway, Matt dropped a pencil. When he bent over to pick it up, DuPree suddenly became a fan -- Christ, what an ass on this one!
And a closer look at the face indicated that behind the thick-lensed glasses and the lame haircut, Matthew Cooper was damned good-looking -- regular features, perfect nose, sensuous lips, long eyelashes. DuPree was amazed -- here was a treasure ripe for the plucking.
The principal decided to make use of his network of informants around the school. He decided on Spike. He was a good little actor and owed him a couple of favors.
And that's why, a few days later, during lunch period there was a sudden commotion in Principal DuPree's secretary's office. The principal heard it and smiled. Right on time.
A couple of minutes later, the door to his office opened and Miss Timmons entered, followed by two students -- Matthew and Spike. "Principal DuPree -- there was some kind of fight going on between these two in the lunchroom. Miss Grundy sent them in so you could sort it out."
DuPree smiled at her. "Thank you, Miss Timmons. That's fine. I'll handle it. Please hold my calls."
She turned and left the room, glaring at the two miscreants as she closed the door.
"Well, Matthew, I haven't seen you in here before. How about you giving me your side of things."
Matthew, who was clearly pretty pissed off, said, "Well, I was just sitting there, eating my lunch, when this... when Spike, here, just walked up to me and dumped a bowl of soup in my lap. Then he laughed and shoved my chair, so it tipped over backwards. I got soup all over. By the time I got up, Miss Grundy was there already and sent us up here. That's it."
Spike jumped in. "That's a lie! He came up to me when I was walking over to my table with a bowl of soup. He started calling me names and shoving me -- I don't know what his problem was -- he never said. He just kept yelling and shoving. Finally he knocked the soup out of my hands and it flew all over him. Then he slipped in it and ended up on the floor. I didn't do anything, and I still don't know what he was thinking about."
Matthew looked shocked. "But that's all lies! I didn't do anything like that!..."
The principal broke in, "OK, OK. Looks like there's a difference of opinion here about what happened. I'll get to the bottom of this.
"You, Spike. Get back to your classes. I'll talk to you later. Come back here at 4 and I'll deal with you then."
Spike smirked and walked out.
"And you, Cooper, I'm ashamed of you -- acting like a hooligan. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Matthew stammered -- he'd never been in this position before -- he almost felt guilty. "But, but sir. I really didn't do anything. It was all Spike. Really."
"There's no way of knowing now. I'm going to have to punish you both. Get those clothes off, now!"
Matthew looked shocked.
"Look, the rule book says I have to spank you bare-ass. Besides, your clothes are all soaked in soup. I'm going to have Miss Timmons take them over to home ec to get them washed and dried while you're being punished. Understand?"
Matthew nodded, still horrified.
"Now, strip, or I'll start adding spanks for every minute you take."
Matthew quickly pulled his sweater over his head and started on his shoes and socks.
DuPree beamed. At last! Some progress!
Every time he slowed down, DuPree threatened him with more, until finally he had the kid naked.
He looked great -- Dan was right. The kid had great legs -- muscular thighs setting off a great ass. Big dick, big pecs. DuPree couldn't believe he'd overlooked this one.
"Remove your glasses, too -- I don't want them falling off and breaking."
The boy almost protested at that, but finally took them off as well. Another hunch confirmed -- my God -- he was gorgeous.
DuPree rang for Miss Timmons, who entered almost immediately. He could see that even she -- old wooden-face, as they called her -- was impressed by what she saw.
Matt blushed deeply as he clasped his hands over his crotch.
"Matt! Pick up those clothes and hand them to Miss Timmons. Dorothy -- could you take Mr. Cooper's clothes to the home ec department and get them cleaned and back here as quickly as possible? They're all soaked with soup."
Matthew bobbed up and down, picking everything up, and gingerly brought it over to the lady, his big dick swinging as he moved. Miss Timmons sniffed in irritation and marched out of the office.
"OK, Cooper, get over here. Let's get this spanking out of the way, so I can get back to work."
