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TJK5: The Jeffers Kids Nightmare Thursday Troubles (public
nudity, spank, mast, oral, anal, humil, nc, multiple
FM/BGgb)
by Nialos Leaning

nialos@yahoo.com
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Copyright 2004 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved.
Permission for noncommercial free (no charge) electronic
distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is
hereby granted.  All such distribution, re-posting and
reproduction must be without alteration of this story in any
way, must include this entire copyright notice, and must in
their entireties retain the following statements:

"This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It depicts preteen
and young teen children of both sexes being punished under a
new program involving public nudity, sexual humiliation, and
spanking.  If you are not of a legal age in your locality to
view such material or if such material does not appeal to
you, do not read further, and do not save this story."

"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of
adults.  Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be
illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful,
unacceptable or undesirable.  The author neither advocates,
condones nor personally engages in any such behavior."

"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality.
The author does recognize the difference between the two.
Please do understand that some of us, including the author,
enjoy such fantasy material."

"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."

* * *

This story is inspired by the various "Naked in School"
stories that are periodically posted online and by the old
"Alternate Disciple Protocol" stories that were posted on
the Stripping and Humiliation board a few years ago.  The
Nudity Enhanced Punishment program, NUDEP, that is the
subject of this story uses some concepts from those stories,
but also incorporates many elements not found in those
programs to meet the community's desire for an effective
punishment mechanism. The characters, settings, situations
and overall plot of this story are all vastly different than
those of the NIS and ADP stories.
* * *

The Jeffers Kids Nightmare Thursday Troubles
by Nialos Leaning

"Fuck you, Cirillo," shouted the naked ten year old Tommy
Tomaselli, "it's all your fault!"

"No it's not," retorted the also naked eleven year old
Brandon, "I'm not the one who called Mrs. Michaels a nasty
name."

"Is so," responded Tommy, giving his classmate a hard shove.
"If you and Jeffrey hadn't been dumb enough to get
yourselves into NUDEP, I wouldn't had done what I did."

"I didn't make you say those things," Brandon defended
himself, giving Tommy a retaliatory push.

"Hey, you two, stop before you get into trouble,"
interjected ten year old Jeffrey Jeffers. A Jeffrey just as
naked as the two arguing antagonists. A Jeffrey whose
hairless little dick was just as hard and sensitive as those
of the two fighters, thanks to the special chemicals in the
body paint they were forced to use yesterday during the
school's field day.  A Jeffrey determined to keep his best
buddy Brandon from any further problems.

"Trouble, I'll show you trouble," yelled Tommy, throwing a
punch that impacted onto Jeffrey's bare shoulder.

"We're already in trouble, you twerp" hollered the irate
Jeffrey, letting go a punch that caught Tommy a glancing
blow to his left cheek.

"Stop hitting, you idiots," demanded the fourth naked boy of
the group, ten year old Bobby Branson.  A Bobby with a
hairless dick as rock hard as the other three.  A Bobby
motivated to defend against "outsider" Tommy the honor of
the Bayberry Bare Bunch, the collective name for he eight
NUDEP kids from the block that he, Brandon and Jeffrey all
lived on.

"I'll hit all I want," loudly proclaimed the out of control
Tommy, fist solidly connecting to Bobby's mid-section.

With that, all four preteen boys were fighting in earnest,
throwing wild punches that mostly missed, pushing, shoving,
grappling, rolling about on the school playground,
inflicting little real damage.  Their little hairless
genitals frantically flapping about, the frustrations of
their past few days of absolute NUDEP misery pouring out.
NUDEP, Nudity Enhanced Punishment, subjected young
miscreants to multiple days of never ending public nudity,
spankings, masturbation, sexual humiliations, and abject
embarrassment.  Last Sunday, the three Jeffers siblings had
been the first three kids in the program.  Now, on this
Thursday, there were nine kids from Jeffrey's elementary
school, eight from the older Jeffers' middle school, plus
other kids from other schools in the area.

"Stop, this instance," boomed the voice of doom belonging to
Mr. Saunders, the school principal.  "There will be no
fighting at this school."

In short order, principal and teachers had the combatants
separated and standing on their feet, hard dicks still
standing up straight.

"I don't care what that was all about," declared Mr.
Saunders.  "We have zero tolerance for fighting, I could
have all four of you arrested for assault and battery."

All four boys were now crying and shaking, scared of going
to jail, especially naked.

"Lucky for you no one was hurt and the court insists we deal
with minor incidents ourselves."

The boys let out a collective sigh of relief.

"You'll get your punishment at a special assembly this
afternoon," continued the principal.  For now, I think you
all should make up by a handshake."

Immediately, Jeffrey put his hand out to shake whatever hand
grabbed his first.  Before another hand could reach his,
however, Mr. Saunders was giving more instructions.
"Jeffrey, not that kind of shake, this is a special shake,
hand to dick."

The boys groaned, knowing what was to come, them cumming in
front of the whole schoolyard, probably more than once.

"Jeffrey, grab Bobby's dick," further instructed the
principal, "and, Bobby, you grab his."  Mr. Saunders was
well aware that the two boys, while not instigators of this
fight, didn't always get along too well together.  "Now,
start jerking off each other.  I don't care how many times
you cum, you keep going till the bell."

Next the still angry principal had classmates Brandon
and Tommy special shaking each other.

Still under the aftereffects of the special paint, all four
boys were shouting out "I'm cumming" in less than a minute.
In all, all four boys came three times each in the five
minutes before the bell rang.  They all managed to avoid
spankings by remembering to publicly announce each of their
cums.

Instead of ending their misery, the bell only added to it.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Tommy to Brandon as the two entered their
fifth grade classroom.

"Holy shit!" Brandon added his dismay.  Dismay at the two
desks that now replaced his and Brandon's desks.  Two
punishment desks similar to the one Tommy had to sit on last
Monday.  Two punishment desks of clear plastic, straps
attached to backrest and seat, a vaguely penis shaped
lubricated peg protruding from the seat center.

"I heard that," said their teacher, the ever sharp hearing
Mrs. Michaels.  "We'll deal with your language at the
assembly, for now you know where you need to be parking your
hiney holes."

As soon as they started down on their asshole invaders, both
boys let out ear splitting screams.

"Ahhggg, it hurts, it hurts!" shouted Brandon as his small
tight hole was raped for the first time in his young life.

Tommy was only a little less vocal than Brandon, knowing
somewhat from his previous experience what to expect.
Unlike Monday, when Mrs. Michaels and Mr. Saunders had to
push him down onto the peg, Tommy was able to completely
impale himself without any assistance, albeit wincing,
moaning, and screaming all the way.  Despite the pain and
difficultly, he was determined not to be seen by his
classmates as a wimp.

Try as he might, Brandon could never get more than slightly
down his peg.  Mrs. Michaels enlisted the aid of two female
students to help her force the shouting, screaming,
blubbering boy all the way down.  Once she had both boys
securely strapped in, she switched on their seat dildos.
Immediately, the unforgiving unmerciful hard cylinders of
torture began vibrating, twisting, and moving up and down
the crying boys' increasingly painful bottom holes.

In his fourth grade classroom, Jeffrey underwent a similar
ordeal on the school's third and last punishment desk.
Teacher and students pushing him down to the seat top while
he screamed just as loud as his two fifth grade cohorts,
tears streaming as the desk continuously ravaged his till
then virgin hole.

Of the four boys, Bobby was the luckiest, having been deemed
the least culpable.  In his fourth grade room, his own
impalement was delayed almost forty-five minutes, until
another of the desks could be delivered from the next
nearest school, the middle school about a mile away. But in
the end, his end suffered the same raping fate as the other
three boys, his mouth ejected the same shattering screams,
his eyes streamed the same copious tears, his rear entry
suffered the same unrelenting pain.

When released from their chairs at lunchtime, thanks in part
to the residual effects of the finally wearing off
chemicals, all four boys had cum many times too many for
anyone to keep track.  Their dry cums were so numerous that
their teachers were certain that the naked ruffians had
missed calling out more then one.  But there was no way to
be certain, as at certain times the boys seemed to be
engulfed by long continuous never ending orgasms.

It was with wobbly knees, still hard dicks, and painfully
throbbing gaping assholes that the four preteens shuffled
off to the relative respite of lunch.  A respite made
restive by anticipation of their promised punishment at the
soon to be held assembly.

***

Over at the middle school, the NUDEP contingent was having
their own problems.  Problems courtesy of Mr. Markey, the
school principal, backed up by the assistant principal Mrs.
Slayter and the two wrestling coaches, Mr. Hines and Mr.
Merriman.

"I went these dicks hard, wet and glistening at all times,
ready to cum," the assistant principal declared, pointing at
the naked cocks of the five naked boys lined up in front of
her.

"And those pussies are also to be wet and ready, with clits
sticking out," added Principal Markey, pointing to the naked
cunts of the three naked girls in front of him.

Fourteen year old Danny Demarco exchanged futile grimaces
with his best friend, neighbor, and fellow wrestler,
Jeffrey's thirteen year old brother, Jeremy.  Of the two,
Danny was the more developed, his noticeably larger cock and
balls topped by a full bush in contrast to Jeremy's smaller
but still larger than little boy genitals and sparse patch
of hair.  Both were very much wet cummers, both capable of
shooting white cum.

Twelve year old Barry Branson, Bobby's brother, had tears
running down his face.  His hairless genitals were  slightly
smaller than Jeremy's.  His already hard dick lay flat
against his bald pubic area, pointing toward his navel.
When cumming, Barry wasn't quite a shooter yet, only able to
dribble a few clear drops.  Of the five boys in the group,
He was the only one non-wrestler.

Next to Barry stood twelve year old Jonathan, the team's
seventy-five pounder.  His hard skyward pointing dick was
already wet, a droplet of precum clearly visibly on the tip.
Despite being still hairless, his genitals were larger than
Jeremy's, capable of shooting almost clear gobs a short
distance.

"What about me?" asked eleven-year old Ronnie.  "I'm still
dry, you know."  Ronnie was still very much pre-pubertal,
genitals small and hairless.  He could easily be mistaken as
being just another naked boy from the elementary school,
instead of the middle school's seventy pound wrestler.

"Like the others," said Mr. Markey, you will be hard at all
times."

"And, this goes for all of you, boys and girls alike," said
Coach Hines, "no cumming."

"For you wrestlers," said Assistant Coach Merriman, this
will be good practice for what we're working on for
Saturday's meet."

"Every time you cum, you'll be spanked," declared Mr.
Markey.

"No fair," protested Jessica, Jeremy's eleven year old
sister.  Of the three girls, she was the least developed,
her just beginning to grow small breast buds hardly
noticeable, her pussy hairless except for a few sparse
strands at the very top.

"Yeah," chimed in thirteen year old Susan, "you know the
other kids are going to order us to cum."

"And make us cum all they can during touching times," twelve
year old Karen added to the protest.  The young teenager's
small breasts were a little larger than Susan's; like the
thirteen year old, her pussy was lightly haired.

"We'll make an announcement," said Mrs. Slayter, "that today
you can't be ordered to cum."

"But if while touching you any student makes you cum, that's
your problem," ruled Mr. Markey, "and you will be spanked."

"As you will," added the assistant principal, "if you're
found not to be wet or aroused."

"Except for Ronnie not being wet, of course," said Coach
Merriman, pointedly pointing at the smallest boy's small boy
privates, the smallest of all the boys, causing the small
boy to blush furiously.

"As always," Mr. Markey added to his eight naked students'
misery, "you have to cum during mandatory relief periods."

"Which, of course," smirked Coach Hines, "means a spanking."

"No fair," Jeremy added his protest to his sister's earlier
one.  "If we cum during mandatory relief, like the rules
say, we get spanked.  And, if we don't cum, we get spanked
for not following the rule."

"Think of it as mandatory spanking periods," joked Mrs.
Slayter, to the adults' laughter.

"Not fair," repeated Jeremy, much more empathically.

"Who said anything about NUDEP being fair?" answered the
principal, giving Jeremy's bare bottom a loud smack to
signal end of discussion and start of the naked eight's
terrible day.

"Now, in one minute," ordered Coach Hines, "we better be
seeing your hard dicks and clits."

"And, in two," added Mr. Markey, "they better be wet, except
Ronnie, of course."

***

After lunch at the elementary school, all 340 students and
their teachers crowded into the gymnasium for the promised
punishment of the four fighting boys.  The four naked
miserable miscreants and the other five naked NUDEP kids
were all herded onto the stage at the far end of the gym.

"It's not fair," claimed Danny Demarco's little sister, nine
year old Megan.

"Yeah," agreed eight year old Crystal Garlow, "we weren't
the ones fighting."  Crystal's nine year old brother Kevin,
and the two other NUDEP girls, ten year olds Leah and
Monica, nodded the heads in agreement.

"No one said NUDEP was fair," replied Mr. Saunders.  "Like
it or not, fair or not, you're up here, and you're going to
be punished."

"Shit!" Tommy murmured under his breath.

"I heard that young man," stated his and Brandon's teacher,
the ever vigilant Mrs. Michaels.  "That's extra for you."

"First, we'll start with a little jerk off contest," said
the Principal.  "You don't want to be the first to cum, nor
the last, as that will get you extra punishment."

Soon all nine naked preteens, eight with hands on their
neighbors privates, were facing the assembled school.
Brandon and Monica were paired with each other, Jeffrey with
Leah, Bobby with Crystal, and Kevin with Megan.  Tommy was
the odd man out, but not for long.  His hands were quickly
cuffed behind his back, just as quickly, Mrs. Michaels
firmly gripped his dick.  The ten year old blushed deeply
red, exceedingly embarrassed to have his teacher play with
his no longer private privates in front of the entire
school.

"Ready, set, go," shouted Mr. Saunders.  "No faking those
cums," he added for the dubious benefit of the nine
masturbating preteens, "I'll be the judge if you came or
not."

Nine hands worked over nine sets of genitals, eight
determined to bring their partner off before they could be
brought off.  None wanted to suffer the consequences of
being the first kid to orgasm.

Mrs. Michaels proved to be an expert prick pounder, quickly
overwhelming with sensation Tommy's puny penis, despite his
desperate desire not to cum.  Tommy was the first to stomp
his feet on the floor, the first to grow vociferous, the
first to show signs of the impending disaster of having the
first cum.  Faster and faster Tommy danced on the stage,
faster and harder than any of the others.  Louder and louder
Tommy sounded incoherent sounds, louder and more strident
than his fellow students.  Closer and closer the hapless boy
came to cumming, until the inevitable happened and his body
shuddered with an extremely powerful dry cum, wailing louder
and more stridently than the town's fire siren.

"We have our first cum," proclaimed the principal, "Tommy
Tomaselli."

"Who," stated Mrs. Michaels, still beating the boy off
without missing a beat, "forgot to say he was cumming.
That's even more punishment for him."  Tears streamed down
Tommy's face as he contemplated his fate, and his teacher
continued to ruthlessly rub his little dick raw.

As soon as Tommy came, the smarter kids on stage changed
tactics, moving their bodies as best as they could to help
their partners in bringing them to climax.  Now that first
cum had been achieved, none wanted the dubious honor of
being last cummer.  At the same time, they slowed down the
speed and intensity with which they worked their partners'
privates, hoping to delay their mate's orgasm till after
their own.

Mr. Saunders had a remedy ready to quickly end the slow down
tactics.  Armed with a short strap, he patrolled behind the
masturbating duos, strongly smacking the bare behinds of any
laggards.  "Faster, harder," he shouted, loudly strapping
any suspected slowpoke's bottom.  After a few stinging
stingers to a few bare behinds, the eight little hands
stroking eight sets of little genitals were very fast to be
motivated to moving much faster.

Crystal came, rapidly followed by her brother Kevin, ending
their being masturbated for all the school to see.  Then in
order, Jeffrey, Bobby, and Monica quickly had cums.  All
remembered to announce their embarrassing shame.

After that trio, it was Tommy's turn again, as he shouted
out a loud "I'm cumming" for all the school to hear.  To his
dismay, and the distress of his now growing sore dick, Mrs.
Michaels just kept on stroking.

Right after Tommy, Leah and Megan came, leaving just Brandon
to go.  Monica let go of Brandon's dick, thinking it was now
over.  "Monica, keep going, he hasn't cum yet," instructed
Mr. Saunders.  Within seconds, Brandon was hollering out his
own foot tapping "I'm cumming."  Tears rolled down his red
cheeks, dreading what extra discipline awaited him for being
last.  He was distraught at what he saw as his failure,
normally, like best buddy Jeffrey, he was a hair trigger and
quick to dry cum.

"It's not fair," cried the crying boy. "She doesn't know how
to do boys right," he accused Monica, pointing to the now
blushing girl.

"Like I said, NUDEP isn't supposed to be fair," started Mr.
Saunders.

"I'm cumming!" loudly interrupted the principal's response
as the trembling Tommy Tomaselli announced his third cum in
just under eight minutes.

"Winner!" declared Mr. Saunders, quickly recovering and
changing course.  "Last cum goes to Tommy Tomaselli!"

"Not fair, not fucking fair," protested the protesting
Tommy.

"NUDEP isn't fair, like I've been saying," replied Principal
Saunders.

"Motherfuckers!" shouted the sobbing Tommy, body shaking
from both the aftereffects of his last cum and his extreme
anger.

"That language, young man," intoned the principal as he
uncuffed the boy, "has earned you even more punishment.
Among other things, you're now in NUDEP all next week too."

***

At the middle school, the naked eight quickly discovered the
futility and impossibility of satisfactory successfully
satisfying their assigned task.  In the seven minutes before
first bell, the  roaming hands of the dressed majority had
caused each of the eight to cum at least once.  Jessica and
Jonathan were each brought off twice; poor Ronnie, with the
amazing quick response and recovery of many pre-pubertal
preteens, three times.

In every class, everyone of the naked posse came once,
sometimes twice.  Several classes, Ronnie came three times,
and in math, four times.

In the three-and-a-half hours leading up to lunch, all had
cummed and been spanked many more times then they had for
the entirety of any of their previous schooldays in NUDEP.
Every cum earned a spanking, as did every failure to be able
to remain aroused and, other than Ronnie, wet.

By lunch time, all eight were extremely distressed, in
constant pain front and back, genitals almost as red and
sore looking as their very red, very hot, very sore bare
bottoms.  Walking to lunch, Ronnie tearfully considered
asking the nurse if she could scrape away his bottom,
anything to make the terrible pain stop.  The other seven
were also trying to devise ways to ease the fire in their
burning butts, somewhat more practical, such as perhaps
finding a bucket of ice or tub of cold water.  But, alas for
them, there was to be no easing of the suffering of the
suffering naked eight, the ever diligent, ever vigilant
staff saw to that.

***

In the elementary school gym, the special punishment
assembly unrelentingly continued on unabated.  Nine chairs
had been arranged on the stage, occupied by nine teachers
over whose laps nine bare behinds awaited nine bottom
blistering spankings.

"Begin," commanded Mr. Saunders.

Immediately, nine hands rained down, hard, on nine soft
bottoms.  Thirty times in all the nine hands spanked the
nine ever reddening bottoms.   Nine young preteen throats
wailed, nine sets of preteen legs kicked every which way,
nine preteen noses erupted into snot storms, nine pairs of
eyes poured nine pairs of twin waterfalls, nine red bare
behinds throbbed with stinging pain.

The crying nine's relief at the end of the hand spankings on
their ends was very short lived.  Almost immediately, the
nine teachers had fifteen inch wood rulers, three-eights
inch thick, in their hands.  Rulers, which over the course
of thirty burning blistering smacks lit a red hot fire on
the screaming students' red hot bottoms.

When it was over, the nine naked preteen brats, shrieking at
the top of their lungs, were set upon the stage to the
amusement of their laughing, cheering, applauding
classmates.  The five non-fighters were sent from the stage
to join the rest of classmates, leaving Tommy, Brandon,
Bobby and Jeffrey center stage and in the spotlight.  Four
of the chairs were turned around, backs to the audience.
The fighting four were made to bend over these the best they
could, hands grasping the seats.  Before they knew what hit
them, four ping-pong paddle wielding teachers were paddling
four already ravaged damaged bare bottoms.  Fifteen times
the paddles landed, eliciting fifteen ear splitting screams;
screams so shrill, so loud, that some of the kindergarten
and first grade kids in the front rows covered their ears
with their hands.  The four boys on stage wanted to cover
their rears with their hands, but didn't dare, having been
warned of dire consequences for doing so.  With each blow,
each boy danced in place, a frantic foot stomping dance that
did nothing to put the four burning bottom fires out.  When
the teachers finally stopped assaulting the bare behinds in
front of them, all four bare bottoms were a deep crimson
color, each with several obvious purplish bruise spots.

After a few minutes of entertaining their mates with the
frenzied dance of the severely spanked, Brandon, Bobby, and
Jeffrey were made to turn around their chairs and sit facing
the assembly.  Tommy was made to bend back over his chair.

"Would Mr. Josephs come up here please?" asked Mr. Saunders,
brandishing a junior school cane.  Mr. Josephs was an
Englishman in his fifties, teaching fourth grade at the
school as part of a cultural exchange program.

While Mr. Josephs made his way forward, a teacher whispered
to the teacher next to her, "wonder where he got that from?"

"I heard," said the other teacher, "It's on loan from the
parents of a second grader; mom and dad are into that kind
of role playing with each other"

"Oh," said the first teacher.  "Hope they don't use that on
the kid."

"They don't, it's for their enjoyment, if you can call it
that.  But if he ends up in NUDEP, who knows?"

When Mr. Josephs reached the stage, Mr. Saunders handed him
the cane.  "I believe you're the best qualified to use
this," the American principal told the British teacher.

I'll see what I can do," replied the Englishman, swishing a
few practice swings through the air.  "As you know, we no
longer use these in British schools, but in my very much
younger days I've had experience as both a receiver and a
giver."  While saying this, he several times tapped the cane
against Tommy's twitching bottom.  Tommy had no idea what a
cane was, but was sure it was going to hurt something
terrible, especially on his already battered behind.

"Good," said Mr. Saunders, "please give this naughty bottom
six of the best."

"My pleasure, sir," he replied.  "Tommy," he instructed the
boy in front of him, "if your hands come off that seat, the
stroke doesn't count.  Understand?"

"Yes, sir," sobbed the boy in response.

One second, Tommy heard the cane whistling through the air.
The next, he felt it impact his bare bottom.  The next, the
pain set in.  And in, and in, an ever growing band of
painfully agonizingly burning torment.  As the impossible
agony rose to the intolerable, Tommy's screaming started
anew, screaming almost powerful enough to rattle the walls.
His hands flew to his bottom, rubbing furiously.

"Hands away," demanded the smiling teacher.  "That one
doesn't count."  Looking at the principal, Mr. Josephs said,
"I think it'd be best if we tie his hands down."

Tommy's bottom had a short respite while his hands were tied
to the chair.  Then, another line of fire lit up his behind,
setting off more screams and a furious running in place. To
allow time for the full effect to affect the boy, the
teacher waited a good twenty seconds before delivering the
third stoke, the second one to actually count toward the
allotted six.  Twenty seconds later came the fourth, then
after another twenty seconds, the fifth.  The wildly
screaming thrashing Tommy had now officially received four
of his six, five closely spaced welts running parallel
across his lower bottom cheeks.

"Shall we bar the gate?" Mr. Josephs politely asked Mr.
Saunders, practically having to shout over the dim coming
from Tommy's direction.

"By all means," came the answer.

"Get ready, boy," this will really, really hurt," teacher
warned student.  Tommy couldn't imagine anything hurting
more than the five cane strokes already inflicted upon his
bottom.  But, within seconds of the diagonal strike branding
its way into his behind across his five existing weals, he
was screaming louder than ever, feet literally trying to
punch a hole in the floor, tears continuously flowing full
force, nose uncontrollably running.  The pain much more
intense than the intense pain of the previous strokes.

"Now, for the other bar," declared Mr. Josephs, laying on a
particularly hard diagonal stripe in the opposite direction
than the first.  The intersection of the two diagonals,
right on the middle parallel stripe, was bleeding.  Not
badly, but still enough drops to cause a small red streak on
the shaking Tommy's bare bottom.

Tommy was released to again dance his dance of agony for his
schoolmates.  He didn't care how ridiculous his flapping
dick and balls looked to the other students, his only
concern was rubbing away the fire in his behind, a fire so
hot and intense he was sure his bottom was smoking.  Surely
his blazing behind had set off the fire alarm, hopefully the
fire department would show up soon to put the inferno out.

But, there was to be no rescue that day for Tommy Tomaselli.
After the still crying shaking boy had calmed down somewhat,
Mr. Saunders announced his reconciliation plan for the four
combatants.

"I think," he said, "it's time for you four to make up and
show just how good friends you are by licking each other's
assholes."

Jeffrey blanched, Tommy looked sick, Brandon and Bobby
scrunched their faces up into undescribable looks.  Despite
their protests as to the grossness of this act, the four
naked boys soon found themselves in a daisy chain, licking
each other's most intimate, most secret place.  Being
typical preteen boys, none of the holes were overly clean,
but luckily, none were overly filthy either.  To the hoots,
hollers and jeers of the assembled student body, Mr.
Saunders had the boys rotate every thirty seconds, so every
boy had an opportunity to taste each of the others.
Mercifully, he called a halt after only four minutes, after
each boy had been with each of the others twice.  When they
got to the feet, all had a few, but not many, brown specks
on their faces.  All four were gagging and coughing, Jeffrey
was dry heaving.  They all looked like they wanted to be
sick, if only they could make it to the toilet.

After the boys had a few minutes to recover, wash their
faces, and somewhat rinse the taste away, Mr. Saunders
announced the second phase of his peace plan.  "Now that
we've established what close and good friends you are, it's
time to seal the pact by sucking each other's cocks."

So, again, protests to the contrary, the boys found
themselves in a daisy chain, sucking away on another boy's
tiny dick.  The principal had them change once every minute,
so every little mouth could service every little prick.
This time the action continued for almost twelve  minutes,
as Mr. Saunders wouldn't let the writhing squirming
youngsters stop till each had cum at least two times.  By
the time Tommy had his second dry cum, his sexual response
greatly hindered by the blazing inferno still burning away
in his bottom, Jeffrey had cum four times, Brandon and Bobby
three times each.

When the suck-a-thon ended, Jeffrey and Bobby were sent back
to join their classmates on the gym floor.  But, to Tommy
and Brandon's dismay, Mr. Saunders had one more surprise for
the duo that had started the fight in the first place.

"Okay, boys," he instructed, "bend over, butts facing the
gym.  It's time to bring you two even closer together."

"Oh, no," moaned Tommy, "not another spanking."

"No, not another spanking," said the principal.  "The nurse
has to grease up your holes for this," he smirkingly
gloated, holding up what to the two boys was a strange
looking device.  A curved dildo, with a dickhead at each
end.  Being bright boys, both instantly realized where that
two headed cock was going, that while not overly huge or
thick, it was still a little larger and fatter than the
chair pegs they sat on all morning, and that they both would
be riding it at the same time.

Brandon gasped when the nurse inserted her rubber gloved
finger, and grunted in mild pain when she inserted a second.
"A little loose in here," she said, "that's good."

"Probably because he was sitting on a punishment desk all
morning, as was Tommy," said Mrs. Michaels, who had come up
on stage to assist in this final painful humiliation of her
two unruly students.

Tommy began screaming as soon as the nurse's hand made
contact with his still way too sore to touch bottom.  But
resolutely, she did her duty, pushing her finger all the way
up his hole, then like Brandon, a second finger.

Once the boys were greased, Mr. Saunders gave Mrs. Michaels
the honor of shoving one end of the double headed invader
into Brandon's behind.  Brandon screamed his head off the
whole time, it hurt, it really hurt, even more than the
desk.  Next, grasping him firmly by the shoulders, the
principal backed Tommy onto the ass raping dildo.  Mrs.
Michaels helped by holding and positioning the diabolical
device.  When the two boys' backs were only inches apart,
again assisted by their teacher, he placed their left arms
behind them, handcuffing the wrists to each other.  He
finished bringing them as close together as possible, sore
bottoms lightly touching each other.

"Can't have you pulling off of your little friend back
there, can we?" Mr. Saunders jestingly jested as he pulled
out a thick strong piece of string.  A string that he
rapidly tightly wrapped around Brandon's balls.  He then
pulled the sting between both boys' legs to similarly bind
up Tommy's little nutsack.

"Now, the only way for you two to avoid a lot of pain the
rest of the day is to cooperate fully with each other," he
told the two loudly crying boys.  "All right, back to your
classmates, now."

The two tethered boys quickly discovered that every movement
indeed caused serious pain, to either their balls, their
assholes, or both.  The only way to seriously lessen, but
not completely eliminate the pain was to indeed work as a
team, cooperating with and helping each other.

And so the two former ten year old enemies spent the rest of
the afternoon at school, being as close, friendly,
cooperative, and helpful toward each other as two people
possibly could be.  Bound as they were, they of course,
couldn't sit, even though both much preferred their
punishment desks to their current painful predicament.

The other two fighters, Jeffrey and Bobby had a much better
time of it.  The punishment desks had been removed from
their room.  Their teachers only insisted they stay hard the
rest of the day, and that they each cum at least two times
for the entertainment of their roommates.  Both unwillingly
immodestly exceeded that modest demand, hair trigger Jeffrey
cumming five times, Bobby four times.

***

At the middle school, the afternoon was even more miserable
then the morning for the eight naked masturbators.  By the
end of the day, numerous cums and subsequent spankings had
left all eight with much sorer bottoms and genitals then
they had ever before experienced in NUDEP.  All their final
few cums of the day had been excruciatingly painful, with
all the boys now orgasming dry.

"Man," complained Ronnie to his three naked teammates as
they headed toward wrestling practice, "my dick hurts so bad
I can't stand it anymore."

"Well," joked Danny, "maybe you could have the school nurse
cut it off for you."

"That's not a bad idea," half seriously replied the
distraught preteen.

"As bad as mine feels," Jeffrey joined in, "I'm tempted
myself to let her."

"Well, I don't care how much it hurts, I'm keeping mine,"
declared Jonathan.

"We all are, silly," responded Danny, "we're only joking
around."

"But after an hour's practice of maintaining control of our
opponent while we're cumming, we may think differently,"
lamented Jeremy.

"If we can actually get through the next hour," Danny
expressed the thoughts of all four boys.

* * *

After school was a blessed relief, relatively speaking, for
all seventeen NUDEP kids at the two schools.  Parents all
insisted they cum a few times, and administered spankings,
but two or three cums and like number of light spankings in
six hours was almost a vacation compared to what they had
endured at school.

That night, all seventeen slept fitfully, tossing and
turning wondering how much worse the nightmare hell they
were suffering would get before their time in NUDEP ended.
If they only knew, none would have slept at all.

And so ended the most terrible NUDEP day yet, Tommy's fourth
day, and the Jeffers Kids fifth.

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