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Is Turnabout Fair Play? Part 2
By The Courageous Pedagogue

(C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue.

Part 2 - The Boy Was Done Good.

At the end of the first part of this story, Michael Saunders had
witnessed the significantly humiliating bare bottomed punishment of
three of his classmates. All this at the hands of the school
headmistress, Miss Greer. Michael had gone home that night to dispel
his sexual excitement at witnessing such a spectacle. The three girls
however, had seemingly rallied in the girl's toilets to plan their
retribution.

And so Michael sat in my lounge recounting the events of that day. As
he told the story, he was evidently excited and looked very positive -
he had enjoyed the show provided by Miss Greer. I confirmed to the boy
that what he had seen was most unusual, and indeed she did hold males
in contempt. There were a few stories I could have told the boy about
her, even in my short time as a teacher at Weltby School.

"So what is the problem then Michael?" I asked the boy. "You are not
the sort of boy to go gloating about this event to your friends..."

"But I did Mr Taylor... I mean David - I did tell them," Michael
interrupted sorrowfully. "I couldn't control my feelings. Seeing those
girl's exposed was a real turn on."

"I can imagine!" I said, smiling as I remembered back to my own school
days.

"So I boasted to Wayne and Mark about what I had seen. They were
obviously curious and began to taunt Laura. I never meant for them to
be like that, I mean I would really like Lisa to be my girlfriend.
I... and..." he faltered.

"And what then?" I asked, raising my eyebrows with expectancy. I knew
long ago that girls were not to be messed with.

"And then the girls just seemed to get mad." 

"Ah. I don't like the sound of this Michael - I think you had better
explain... from the start," I said, forgetting about the pond and
settling back into my seat.

Before commencing the second part of his story, Michael blushed and
said that he was talking to me as a respected neighbour rather than a
teacher, and asked me again if he could trust me.

"I won't say anything to anybody, I promise," I assured him. With
that, Michael adjusted his seating and held his head in his hands. He
then began...

---

Approximately one week after 'THE spanking,' it was morning break time
and Michael watched some of the sixth form boys playing an impromptu
game of football (soccer for USA readers). Jumpers for goal posts etc.
There was the usual banter coming from the game and elsewhere, the
usual screams of delight and shock could be heard as the daily gossip
was spread.

In the distance though, Michael could see his friends Wayne and Mark
having what looked like a heated argument with a girl, it was Laura
Smith!

"Fuck Off!" the girl shouted disdainfully at the two boys. Michael
knew that trouble was imminent, so he ventured over to the two arguing
pupils. When he arrived, he saw that Laura's cheeks were flushed with
anger and that Wayne conveyed a knowing smile. Mark stood silently,
more preoccupied with Laura's legs.

"What's going on?" Michael asked Laura.

"You just had to tell didn't you Brains?" Laura said, clenching her
fists. "You really are for it now you bastard. As for you pair, I
won't forget this you wankers!"

Before Michael could get a word in, Laura stomped off towards the
science block toilets. He admired her bottom as it swayed furiously -
wondering if she had recovered from her ordeal. Back down to earth
however, Michael shot a look of anger, tainted by fear at his friends,

"What have you done Wayne? Why did she tell you to fuck off?"

"N, nothing Mike. Honest!" he replied. Michael looked at Mark and just
received a blank stare.

"Come on, even girls don't just say things like that for fun. Tell
me!" Michael said, losing patience.

"Okay, okay! I couldn't resist giving the snotty cow some grief about
her spanking. She asked for it though, you know what she's like,"
Wayne explained, shrugging his shoulders.

"What did you say exactly?" Michael enquired, not sure if he actually
wanted to know and fearing the worst.

"I told her that all the boys in year 9 would soon know that she and
Linda and Lisa had been slippered on the bare by Greer," Wayne
advised. Michael relaxed slightly thinking that it could have been
worse - but then asked,

"What else, why did she swear at you?"

"Well... I kind of told her that you had explained what they all
looked like, you know, their fannies <chuckle>!" Wayne and Mark began
to giggle until Michael grabbed his jumper.

"I can't believe it - I told you not to say anything. I trusted you.
They told me they would get me - they surely will now! You shits,"
Michael said. "I've got to do something, see you later."

Michael went straight to the library, racking his brains about how he
would get out of this mess. At one of the corner tables, he sat down,
head in his hands. His thoughts were full of bare bottom spankings,
naked girls and bad language. He just could not think straight.

Michael was snapped out of his brainstorm by the bell for the start of
his next lesson. On his way there, he stopped at his locker and
discovered a short written note -

'Brains,
    Watch you back!

   Lurve LLL
          xxx.'

It didn't require a genius to work out that LLL stood for Laura, Linda
and Lisa. Michael was very concerned by this apparent threat. If Miss
Greer hadn't put him in an untenable position, then Wayne and Mark had
surely sealed his fate. As he made his way to his next lesson, Michael
could only think of how perhaps Miss Greer had known that the girls
would likely seek revenge. Perhaps she was a very subtle operator. He
was unable to fully concentrate for the rest of the day such was his
unease. He didn't understand why he was almost constantly erect
following his reading of the note - could it be the threat of revenge
turning him on, or was it just fear?

In the end, he welcomed the end of the school day so that he could go
home and resolve his feelings. He found himself masturbating again
that night going over the events in Miss Greer's office. This time,
the images were of a fully nude Lisa Davies being soundly spanked by
him! He then forced Lisa to display herself to him to produce a
satisfying climax. He repeated this ritual for the other two girls
before showering and experiencing a welcome sleep.

---

The next day was pretty quiet until the afternoon session when it was
'double PE.' Two lessons back to back of physical education. This was
not Michael's favourite subject - he would be much happier if they
just gave him a book to read. He was always picked last if it were a
team game and was either always put in goal or nobody passed to him.

Today however, the year 9 boys had gymnastics and the girls were to
play football. Once changed, Miss Edgington lined all of the boys up
against the gym wall and following the taking of a register, ordered
them to set up various items of gymnastics equipment. Michael was
tasked with getting the tumble mats out and setting them up against
the kit.

The change did Michael good and he felt comfortable with the
gymnastics and Miss Edgington felt that he was performing well that
afternoon. Several times his teacher praised him and this gave him
confidence to do even better. Given his rather lightweight body, he
seemed a natural on the vaulting horse. Several of the other boys
watched in awe as he flew through the air and repeatedly landed on the
mat with perfection.
  
About fifteen minutes before the bell for the end of the school day,
Miss Edgington asked the boys who had got the equipment out, to put it
away again. The boys all set to work at putting their equipment away,
and Michael started to gather the tumble mats.

"Leave those for a moment Michael - come here for a second," the
teacher beckoned. Michael placed the mat he was carrying on the floor
and walked quietly over.

"Yes Miss?" Michael said looking up into her hazel eyes.

"You know, you have done very well today - a most impressive display.
You seem to be a natural with the vault," she praised.

"Thank you miss. I am not normally all that good at PE. I really
enjoyed today though Miss. I wish I was good at football," he replied.

"There is more to sport and PE than football. Why don't you join our
gym club?" she asked placing a hand on his shoulder affectionately.

Michael gulped,

"Gym club? Errrm, isn't that for girls?" 

"Well it is mostly girls, in fact there is only one boy at the moment,
Scott Tinsley from year 6. He is good on the vault too," Miss
Edgington explained.

"I don't know Miss, I mean, errm..." Michael stuttered.

"You're not scared of being with so many girls are you?" his teacher
teased, sensing his fear.

"N, no, of course not - it's just that I don't... I don't want to look
silly," Michael sighed.

"You won't look silly. If you vault like that, the girls will welcome
you with open arms. There are quite a few girls from your year in the
gym club and other after school activities, it would be a shame if you
missed out on them... particularly with this unseen talent!"

Miss Edgington continued to build on Michael's growing confidence, and
the boy felt himself becoming influenced by this young woman.

"Okay, I'll try it," Michael conceded. "What day is it?" 

"We meet every week on a Thursday after school and once a month we
meet on a Saturday, going to competitions or extra practice if anyone
fancies it - the whole school is open on those Saturdays as you know."

"Shall I come after school tomorrow then?" Michael asked again.

"You would be more than welcome - the girls will gladly welcome you
I'm sure, so don't you worry. We're always on the lookout for some
quality boys to join us," Miss Edgington said reassuringly. "After
school at three thirty in here okay?" With that, Michael nodded and as
his teacher left the gymnasium, he set about stacking the mats in the
storeroom at the end of the gym.

With the praise that he had received from his teacher, Michael had
seemingly forgotten about the note that he had found and looked
forward to the club the following afternoon.

---

After a competently studious day in the various subjects that he took,
Michael welcomed the end of the school day and swiftly proceeded to
the changing rooms full of nervous excitement. Excitement at being
given the opportunity to be good at a sport, and nervous at being one
of only two boys in a gym club! His fear became excitement again at
the prospect of seeing and working with girls in their skimpy gym kit.

The boy's changing room was crowded with numerous boys all changing
for their after school activities. Self conscious about his rather
un-muscular frame, Michael changed quickly and proceeded out into the
gym.

In the gym, several young girls, maybe twelve or thirteen years old
were in the process of moving the equipment out of the storeroom,
supervised by Miss Edgington. Michael noticed two young girls who must
have been in year 7 giggling and pointing at him. Miss Edgington
looked across at what they were giggling at and noticed Michael in his
white sports shirt and blue shorts.

"Now, now girls, this is Michael and he is a natural on the vault. I
want you to treat him nicely as he might win us a medal one day," Miss
Edgington said smiling at him. The giggling girls just looked at each
other and giggled at something else. "Michael, could you help bring
out some of the heavier equipment please?"

"Sure Miss." With that, Michael went over to the storeroom and began
to assist the girls that appeared to be struggling with the large
vaulting horse.

It was not long before Scott Tinsley introduced himself to Michael. He
was a very skinny boy, with milky blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
Scott made a point of saying that he hoped that Michael would be a
permanent member of the gym club, as he hated being the only boy.

"Some of the girls tease me for being the only boy in their club.
Having you around will be like having a big brother to look after me,"
Scott said, looking up at Michael and smiling.

"Y, yes... we've got to stick together -" Michael replied as both he
and Scott began to push the larger of the two vaults out of the
storeroom. "There are some nasty girls about - be careful." As soon as
Michael said that, he recognised a voice that had come through the gym
door. He stopped pushing and looked across at the door to see Laura
Smith, Linda Stuart and Lisa Davies walk sexily into the gym and
continue talking.

"Shit!" Michael whispered to himself, suddenly remembering that Miss
Edgington had said that several girls from his year attended the gym
club. It had to be those three.

Linda was the first to notice him and she stopped the other two girls
by holding her arm out and pointed across to him. The girls whispered
to themselves and a broad grin spread over their pretty faces.

Michael looked in awe at them as they stood there in their sparkling
white sports tops, which hugged their breasts tightly. All three girls
had their shirts tucked into their dark blue shorts and looked very
sexy lined up together again. Michael was scared, but he couldn't help
feeling a tingle between his legs as he admired their figures.

When the equipment was fully laid out, Miss Edgington called the group
together, about 20 pupils. The group was split down more or less by
age group and meant that Michael was teamed up with Lisa, Laura and
Linda.

"Welcome to our group - BRAINS!" Laura said, grinning wickedly,
picking up on Michael's fear.

"Yeah, ready for some fun?" Linda said and reached out a hand to
stroke his bottom. Michael flinched away and began to blush. "Awww,
are you scared?"

"Noo, I'm not scared. D, don't try anything here, please," Michael
pleaded, looking in turn at each girl. "Whatever I've done, I'm sorry.
I never meant any harm."

"Well you should have thought of that before you told your mates about
what you saw... you'll be sorry," Lisa said waspishly before Miss
Edgington began the club.

"Now then everybody, I want you all to welcome Michael Saunders to the
club. We are privileged to have a new boy! Aren't we girls?" she
announced. Michael felt all of those female eyes on him, as if they
were weighing him up. The two giggling girls that Michael had seen
earlier, giggled again as if a boy doing gymnastics was odd - had they
not seen Billy Elliot?

As Miss Edgington started the various groups off on their activities,
Laura Smith grabbed hold of Michael's shoulder,

"So what do you do that is so good for you to join this club?"

"I, I, errrm, I vault," Michael said meekly. 

"Well, Brains, this is a girls club. You've probably only joined to
perve at the girls. You do as we say, okay?"

"Y, yes Laura - anything you say," Michael replied and held his breath
as the girl stroked his bottom.

"Good boy. As you can see, there aren't many boys into gymnastics.
That is because they can't do it, at least not as good as us. We're
gonna make you look like a dork," Linda continued and let go of his
shoulder. The other two girls in the group just chuckled. Michael felt
quite intimidated by this and felt an unsettling pressure to perform
and prove them wrong.

Michael's group was first on the large vault, and the girls opted to
go first. Laura went first and despite an impressive run up and vault,
could not hold the landing and fell backwards onto her backside.
Michael giggled at her failure and both Lisa and Linda looked at him
scornfully.

Linda stepped up next, once Laura returned to the group and began her
run up. Michael watched in admiration as her short gym skirt exposed
her skimpy white knickers. She leapt from the springboard, onto the
vault and cart wheeled off and onto the mat. She managed a perfect
landing.

"Wow!" Michael said. 

"Yes, she is the best on the vault - she's got to be better than you,"
mocked Lisa who took her place on the mat and readied herself for a
run up.

Lisa ran down towards the vault, bounced on the springboard and
produced a wonderful cartwheel from the vault but could not land
perfectly. She stumbled sideways on landing.

The girls all assembled around Michael and hidden from the teacher's
view, softly rubbed his bottom again.

"Stop that, please!" Michael begged and began to blush once again.
This attention had made his penis take note in his shorts. He was
becoming aroused.

"Come on then, BOY, show us what you've got!" giggled Laura. Michael
took to the runway, and tried to clear his mind. He wanted to prove
these girls that he could vault as a good as them.

He commenced his run along the mats and soon reached the springboard.
He made a good contact and performed a simple but elegant leapfrog
manoeuvre before landing firmly and perfectly on the landing mat.
Although not as technically adept as Linda's vault, the landing was
just as good. He should not have felt shamed, after all he had only
vaulted for the first time the day before.

Laura, Lisa and Linda gathered round him once again and fondled his
bottom,

"Nice little vault Michael," Linda said. "But not as good as mine!"
Lisa was a little more forward and ran her hand across the front of
his shorts,

"Yes, Linda is the SUPERIOR vaulter at the moment!!" she beamed.
Michael pushed Lisa away and again told the girls to,

"Stop it! Please."

"What's going on over there?" enquired Miss Edgington, beginning to
walk over.

"Nothing Miss, we were just horsing around," Lisa quickly stated.
"Michael was just telling us how good at vaulting he is. He said he
was better than Linda, in fact he said he was better than any girl in
our club!"

Michael was about to object and inform the teacher that Lisa was
lying, but Miss Edgington began first,

"Is that so Michael? Better than any girl?" she said raising her
eyebrows. The whole gymnasium fell quiet and Michael once again felt
all those eyes watching him. He wanted to shake his head and tell her
otherwise. "We'll have to have a little contest one day, but I think
that for today, you are just exerting your male pride. I'm surprised
at you, you only started yesterday. Stop bothering these girls and get
on with your practice. I don't expect to have to tell you again. That
goes for all of you."

With those words, the club knew that anyone who stepped out of line
from now on would no doubt receive a spanking. Lisa, Linda and Laura
gave each other a knowing wink. Things were beginning to fall into
place for them. They were about to seize on an unexpected opportunity.

The second round of vaults began and Laura again took to the mat,
followed by Linda and Lisa. All three girls this time landed perfect
displays. Michael also landed a respectable display - but still
lacking the technical ability of the three girls. Miss Edgington was
observing and Michael saw that she was smiling at the three girls
knowingly.

The next activity for Michael's group was the balancing beam. The beam
was not competition height, being only one foot off the ground, but
for newcomers was still very intimidating. Michael had never been on
this equipment before.

The idea of the beam was to hone balancing skills and allow pupils to
practice handstands and dismounts. Again the girls nimbly excelled at
this activity and Michael watched in awe as each girl in turn revealed
that they were wearing white panties underneath their gym skirts.

His penis was more active in his shorts now as he watched Lisa
superbly perform a cartwheel along the beam and somersault onto the
mat.

The girls were giggling as they surrounded him and began to fondle his
bottom again. Michael blushed and tried to remove their invading
hands. Once again, Lisa rubbed the front of his shorts, only this time
with more purpose. She let out a gasp and a short giggle as she came
across the firmness between his legs.

"Oooohh! Michael, you are a naughty boy. You enjoyed watching us on
the beam didn't you?" Lisa teased.

"You little perve!" sniggered Laura and her delicate little hand
replaced Lisa's.

Michael had never been felt there by a girl before and it made him
feel very funny. In desperation and embarrassment, he acted hastily
and pushed Laura to the floor.

"Owwww! You pig!" squealed Laura, again drawing the attention of Miss
Edgington and the whole club.

"What on earth has happened now?" the teacher demanded to know. "Laura
Smith, why are you on the floor?"

"Please Miss, Michael pushed me over... he said that he was enjoying
looking up our skirts as we performed on the beam. AND, then he
started to feel by boobs..." Laura lied. Michael looked on in stunned
horror, unable to defend himself.

"Good heavens! Are you okay?" Miss Edgington lifted Laura from the
floor. She then looked over at Michael scornfully. "What do you have
to say for yourself? Is it true?"

"N, nooooo Miss, I swear. I am not like that - she was feeling me,"
Michael uttered.

"Well Laura is not like that either..." the teacher continued.

"Please Miss," Linda piped up. "I saw him grab her bottom and then her
left boob. Look Miss, he even has an erection!"

Several of the younger girls giggled and pointed at Michael's crotch
as they realised that he was displaying a bulge in his shorts.
Michael's face turned beet red and he felt a deep swirling in his
stomach as he used both of his hands to try and cover his tenting
bulge.

"Well, it seems we have a witness. What am I to do with you? You know
how this school will not accept behaviour like that young man. I am
really disappointed in you. I must punish this un-gentlemanly
behaviour before you progress to more sinister things."

"B, b, but Miss - it's not true - they have been touching me all the
time, you've got to believe me," Michael pleaded. Aware of his
impending predicament, Linda, Laura and Lisa all smirked victoriously
at each other.

"I will have no more of your nonsense - there was a witness to what
you did and still you deny it. Cassandra, please go to my office and
bring my slipper," the teacher said to a young year 6 girl. With an
impish grin, the Japanese looking girl set off towards the office. The
other girls seemed to be enjoying this too as Michael looked around
for support. He found only one face that was not smirking or giggling,
that of Scott Tinsley. Scott and Michael exchanged knowing glances
that meant that they both knew he had been stitched up.

Cassandra quickly returned from the office with the slipper and handed
it to Miss Edgington. It was a tatty old training shoe, the tread
having long since been worn away. It was pink in colour with white
stripes.

Miss Edgington grabbed Michael by the arm and moved him to the centre
of the gymnasium, next to the small vaulting horse.

"Now then young man. Neither the school nor I will tolerate the kind
of sexual harassment that you have evidently inflicted on Laura
Smith," the teacher began. Still grasping his erect crotch to hide it
from curious eyes, Michael looked across to Linda, Lisa and Laura.
They all looked at him with girlish smiles and Laura even
sarcastically blew him a kiss.

"I am going to give your bottom a slippering to hopefully prevent you
from acting so nastily in the future. You must show girls more respect
than that... Now remove your shorts young man," Miss Edgington
demanded. There were gasps of surprise from the gathering of younger
girls.

"B, but Miss, I didn't do anything. It's all lies. I am not like that.
Please... not on my bare bottom. Don't let all these girls see me like
that..." Michael begged, hoping for some sort of reprieve.

"Very well, have it your way, grip the vaulting horse with your palms
face down and your legs together. You will be spanked, and I will
accept no more of your nonsense," she replied.

There were gasps of disappointment from the three year 9 girls, and
Michael breathed a small sigh of relief at the thought of at least
being spared the embarrassment of all those girls seeing his bare
bottom half.

Michael moved over to the vaulting horse, and gripped the edge firmly
with his palms face down on the light brown suede material. He moved
his legs together. In this position, his bottom protruded backwards
rudely before the gathered witnesses and his concealed erection
pointed diagonally downwards.

"Now then, Laura, come here," Miss Edgington said. Michael continued
to hold his position as Laura joined her teacher. "This young man
doesn't want his bare bottom shown in front of the girls. However, he
said that he was enjoying looking up your skirts as you performed on
the beam. He then touched your bottom and breasts. I think it is only
fair that you should do the honours. Pull his shorts down to his
ankles please Laura..."

Laura's eyes lit up with glee as she took in what her teacher had just
instructed her to do. Michael, having heard the instruction again
pleaded his innocence,

"Please no Miss, the girls are lying. Please don't let her do that to
me..." It was no good.

"Silence, or I will have Laura conduct the punishment as well... Now
Laura, his shorts down to his ankles please."

Laura walked up behind the prone boy and hidden from the teacher's
view, stroked his bottom with her fingernails. Michael flinched and
his bottom wiggled. This produced a fresh round of giggles from the
year 6 and 7 girls who could never have expected to witness this at a
gym club.

Laura un-tucked Michael's white sports shirt from his shorts and then
hooked her fingers into the waistband of the blue shorts. The feeling
of impending embarrassment flooded his body as his face burned a
bright crimson and butterflies banged boisterously on the walls of his
stomach.

With one slow and teasing movement, Laura drew down the boy's shorts,
over the cheeks of his bottom and down past his knees and to his
ankles. Her action left Michael in only a white sports shirt, his
trainers and socks, and his dark blue briefs.

Michael could see two girls from year 8 in front of him as he gripped
the vaulting horse. The blonde girl to the left was biting her lower
lip in an attempt to hold back her delight at seeing his briefs bared
beneath the legs of the horse. She pointed her friend in the direction
of his crotch as his briefs were still tented out with his sexual
arousal. If they had been close up, they would by now have noticed a
small wet spot on his briefs.

"Step out of those shorts Michael," Miss Edgington ordered. Michael
forlornly stepped out of his shorts. Laura quickly bent down and
retrieved them from the floor before eagerly handing them to the
teacher. He knew where this was going.

"Please Miss, I am begging you, please don't let Laura remove my
pants... there are so many girls present," Michael said. Such was his
humiliation even at this point, his crimson face yielded a tear and it
snaked down his cheek to his mouth. The blonde girl in front of
Michael whispered to her friend,

"Look Polly, not only is his willy pointing out, but he is crying
too!" Both girls smirked at Michael, looking now into his eyes.

"Yes, he's getting what he deserves. That'll teach him to mess with
girls, he he!" Polly, the brunette replied.

"You have no grounds to complain about your punishment young man. Now
remain silent unless spoken to... Laura, if you please, remove his
underpants," Miss Edgington ordered.

"Yes Miss!" Laura replied having to work hard to contain her obvious
delight. Michael could hear Lisa mumbling behind him, and then Linda's
muffled chuckling.

Laura stepped up once again behind the boy and stroked his buttocks
once more.

"This is going to the equaliser, Brains!" Laura whispered just loud
enough that only he could here. With that, Michael felt her draw his
sports shirt up his back thus exposing the entire rear end of his
briefs to the witnesses. She then reached around his waist and ran her
fingers over the front of his stomach. After tightening his stomach
muscles at the sensation, he then felt her girlish fingers at his side
as they invaded the elastic band of his briefs.

In unison, the whole gathering in the gymnasium took a deep
anticipating breath as Laura tugged slowly at the dark blue underpants
and drew them teasingly over his erection and protruding buttocks and
down his legs to his ankles. Michael could see Polly and the other
girl's eyes open wide at the exposure of his genitals to their gaze.
Behind him, he heard excited girlish gasps as his bottom was exposed
and he knew instantly that their gazes would not linger on his
buttocks for long. He knew that the girls would be able to see between
his legs at his hanging testicles and turgid member.

"Now step out of the briefs please Michael and part your legs," the
teacher ordered. Michael obeyed and with the cool gym air flowing
between his legs, he felt his penis and balls sway as he stepped out
of his briefs. Michael was now naked at the waist. Laura looked up at
his privates and then gathered up his briefs before handing them to
Miss Edgington. Thankfully for Michael, she did not notice the small
wet spot. "Very good. You will now receive twenty-five strokes of my
slipper, and I expect you to remain still and count each stroke out.
Is that understood?"

"Yes Miss..." Michael sobbed, his humiliation almost complete, the
thoughts of all those young female eyes watching his most private
parts was keeping him hard. He heard rustling behind him as several of
the witnesses sat down on the floor. He later learned from Scott that
some girls had sat down as it afforded them a better view of his
genitals.

Thrump! The first strike of the slipper stung the cleft of his bottom,
a direct hit.

"Unnghh! One Miss," Michael whimpered. The girls in the gym looked on
victoriously as their teacher put this boy through such humiliation.
Many of them had never seen a real live penis before, and the added
attraction of witnessing a spanking filled them with excitement.

Thrump! The second strike specialised on the left buttock of the boy,
leaving an immediate pink imprint.

"Arrrhuuugh! Two Miss," Michael sobbed as his bottom was thrust
forward by the force of the strike. He had to adjust his footing to
ensure that he would not be sent tumbling to the floor. That would be
even more humiliating for him. Behind him, Linda, Laura and Lisa
crouched down on the floor and looked up between his legs to view his
genitals. They whispered to themselves and occasionally giggled as the
slippering progressed.

Thrump! Another blow landed soundly on Michael's right buttock.

"Unghhh! Three Miss," he said almost having to stand up. He could feel
both of his bottom cheeks warming up and the witnesses around the gym
could see that they were turning a similar colour to his face.

"Not so clever now are you young man eh?" Miss Edgington mocked. "A
little bit of praise and you think you are the best, but you are
clearly not. You will need a lot more practice if you are to be as
good as the girls. Hopefully this will teach you to pay more attention
to practicing your own talents, instead of looking up the skirts of
the girls."

And so the spanking continued, the assembled gallery of girls and one
boy witnessing the poor boy's humiliation, Michael having to endure
not only the nudity, and the spanking, but also the audible giggles
and unseen pointing that was prevailing.

Thrump! The final blow crashed down onto Michael's bottom cleft,
waspishly stinging for the final time.

"Mmmmhhgggh, twenty five Miss," Michael sobbed, tears streaming down
his cheeks, to the utter delight of girls present, and to Linda, Lisa
and Laura in particular. "Please Miss, no more."

"I am glad to see that you are reflecting on your punishment. Acting
like a disrespectful little boy got you this punishment, and now you
sob like a little boy. Have you learned your lesson?" Miss Edgington
asked.

"Y, yessss Miss!" he replied, not daring to move. His penis was now
becoming limp as he felt the pain echoing across his backside.

"Tell us what you have learned."

"I have learned that it is wrong to make fun of girls and feel them
without permission..." Michael began.

"Anything else?"

"I don't know Miss..."

"Well today you have learned that Linda is the better vaulter have you
not?!" the teacher mocked.

"Yes Miss, I have."

"Then say it... what else have you learned?"

"I have learned that <sob> Linda is better at vaulting than I am,"
Michael concluded. Several distinctly female voices could be heard
tittering behind him. He dared not look in front of him at the two
girls there.

"Good boy. Now stand up and against the far wall. You will remain
there until the end of the club," the teacher advised.

"But Miss, can't I have my shorts back?" Michael enquired as he stood
up. He forgot to hold his now flaccid crotch, being too preoccupied
with the stinging in his buttocks. As he turned round, the girls that
had been behind him during the spanking, were now treated to an
unobstructed view of his private parts. He quickly moved his hands to
his crotch to cover his penis and balls upon realising his faux pas.

"No, you will have your shorts and underpants back at the end of the
session," the teacher responded firmly. She glanced at her watch and
continued, "That will be in another thirty minutes time. I think you
have wasted enough of the club's time, now hurry up. And leave your
hands at your sides. You have nothing to be ashamed of!"

With those cutting comments from his teacher, Michael put his hands to
his sides and quickly ran to the far side of the gym, the girls
eagerly following his waggling penis with their eyes as he made his
way.

"Sweet!!" Lisa whispered as he past her. 

Michael remained against the wall, facing the gym and watched Scott
and the girls perform. He found comfort in the coolness of the wall
against his fiery bottom. After only a short time, he had got used to
the predicament he found himself in and could ignore the giggling and
pointing. What he couldn't ignore were the views he got of the girls
performing before him and he soon became erect again.

The gym club was soon dismissed by Miss Edgington and once the
apparatus had been put away (Michael was not required to assist with
this) the pupils began to file out and to the changing rooms. The
teacher was in the storeroom, replacing the gym mats as Linda, Laura
and Lisa strolled up to the stricken boy.

"Hey, Mikey - that was a good show. That means that we are even,"
teased Laura as she reached out and quickly touched the shaft of his
penis.

"Yes, I think we got to see more of you than you did of us eh Mikey?"
Linda agreed, affording herself a quick feel of his testicles. Michael
tried to flinch away from her menacing touch, but she formed her mouth
as though she were going to shout to the teacher and so he thought
better of it and let her carry on.

"However, we are going to beat you, so you better watch out - BRAINS!"
Lisa finally chipped in. She gave Michael's penis a more lingering
stroke, using her middle finger to tease his tip.

"What makes you think you are going to beat me? What are you going to
do?" Michael said defiantly, not wanting to yield to these devious
minxes.

"Well, you admitted during your spanking that Linda here is the better
vaulter - you work it out... see ya!" Lisa concluded, before all three
left the gym. Michael tried to work out what the girls had meant, and
the phrase 'Linda here is the better vaulter' kept going round in his
mind.

Michael reached behind him and soothed his still simmering buttocks
and was glad to feel his penis begin to shrink again. He had never
known embarrassment like he had experienced today. He was awoken from
his thoughts by Miss Edgington, holding his pants and shorts out to
him.

"Hey Michael. That was not a good start to your membership of this
club. I can see potential in you and I would like you to continue
attending, but you must not step out of line like that again - or it
might be an issue for Miss Greer to take up, with your parents if
necessary. Do you understand?"

"Yes Miss," he responded grabbing his shorts and briefs from her. His
head was bowed down and he was aware that his teacher was looking
between his legs where the sports shirt finished and his nudity began.

"So, will you be coming next week? We could use you on the team you
know?"

"I don't know, how can I ever face them girls again?"

"Awww, don't worry, things like that wear off in time. If you can
apply your talent to the vault, they will come to appreciate you being
here. Let's put all this down to you being new to the club and
surrounded by young women. I guess it is understandable. What do you
say?"

"Thanks Miss, I will try again," Michael said, a shy smile spreading
across his face. He then began to put his underpants and shorts back
on. He noticed that Miss Edgington stayed with him and watched as he
replaced his clothing. "You know Miss, I was telling the truth back
there. Linda, Lisa and Laura instigated it. They were fondling me and
challenging me and..."

"Ssshhhh Michael! It doesn't matter now!" she replied.

"It does to me Miss, I am a good kid and I can't remember the last
time I told a lie. Those girls meant to get me into trouble and..."

"Look, what's done is done. I can't go back now can I? Anyway, one
thing you will have to learn at this school is that us girls stick
together..." and with that she left the gym.

Michael quickly left the gym and after collecting his bag from the
changing room, ran home to resolve some more sexual feelings. Before
dinner that night, he felt compelled to relive those moments in his
mind, whilst he lay on his bed.

Despite feeling hitherto unknown humiliating sensations at being
tricked by girls, effectively exposed by girls and spanked by a young
woman, he had to admit to himself that it felt good. It was one of his
strongest climaxes in his short "career."

"Us girls stick together?" Michael repeated under his breath before
going to sleep that night, as the full realisation of what happens at
his school dawned on him. "My God! Weltby School favours females!"

---

Michael and the girls return in part 3, 
2-1 To The Girls.

(C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue.

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