A Little Bit of Culture

By MarcLuterian.

Having turned 18 and in the last few months of Sixth Form, I felt quietly confident about life and my future. University beckoned with the freedom and fun (and sex hopefully) that that entailed.

Also, today there were no classes; a trip had been organized to the theatre to see Henry IV Part One. The A-level English students were studying it, and although I wasn’t doing that course, my form teacher Miss Summers was teaching it, so when a place came open, she offered it first to us, and I put my name forward and got it. Better than a day of lessons, I thought.

It was a Matinee performance, so we headed off after lunch on the minibus to the theatre, a trip of around twenty miles. As I got on the bus, I noticed that all the others were girls (Donna, Rhonda, Debbie, Carrie, Louise, and Nicola). It never crossed my mind that I’d be the only boy there. The two teachers were Miss Summers, and driving was Miss Frost. Miss Frost was a PE teacher and my first form teacher when I started at the school over five years ago. I had a bit of a crush on her back in the day. She wasn’t exactly pretty, but she had that stern streak that all good PE teachers had, and I found fascinating in her.

I knew nothing of the play, so on the way, I found out a few details that would make watching it a bit easier and also that it was being performed ‘in the round.’ Which I found out meant the play was being performed in a circle in the center of the theatre with the audience all around this circle, which actually sounded quite good to me.

The journey also gave me a chance to ogle the girls a bit. We were all in our sixth form uniforms, but they weren’t a bad design, white shirt and tie, black jumper and grey or black trousers for the boys and white blouse, black cardigan or jumper and black skirt for the girls. The girls weren’t allowed very short skirts, but Donna and Nicola had ones there that were just above the knee, and both also worn those patterned tights that I found so attractive. Overall, a good trip, and not much traffic either.

Arriving at the theatre, we quickly took our seats. Luckily, we had front row ones, though to be fair, the theatre looked only about half full. Waiting for the lights to go out and the play to begin. I looked across the circular stage to the people sitting opposite. It seemed to be another group, possibly a school group, but they weren’t in any kind of uniform, and they did look slightly older, so they could have been a university or college group. While I was wondering this directly opposite me, the finest pair of legs I had ever seen took her seat. Long, slim with a skirt much shorter than any of the girls in my group, she crossed them and settled back in her chair.

After several seconds of staring at her legs, I slowly moved my gaze upwards. She was gorgeous, short black hair, beautiful face, lovely eyes that were … looking straight at me! Oh dear, I felt myself turning red and looked away. I sideways glanced at her to see if she had looked away, but she was still looking, and noticing me glance back at her, she raised her eyebrows, seeming to say, “Yes, what exactly were you doing there?” I looked away again, turning an even brighter shade of red.

Donna, who was sitting next to me, must have noticed what was going on, smirked at me and said, “Are you OK? You look a little flush there.”

“Yes, fine, it’s just a little hot in here,” I squeaked.

“Don’t worry, she is quite attractive but try not to stare. It’s not an attractive trait, plus it might make getting up for the interval quite tricky,” she replied, and her eyes glanced down at my crotch.

Instinctively I put my hand across my crotch to cover up, which prompted a snigger from Donna.

Her snigger got the attention of Carrie, who was sitting next to her, she turned to Donna to see what was so funny, and Donna started to whisper in her ear. I heard a stifled giggle from Carrie, and she turned to Rhonda and whispered something. ‘Oh great,” I thought, soon all the minibus will know I’ve got the hots for the girl opposite, and I popped an erection without even knowing it. Well, all the sixth-formers anyway, hopefully, that isn’t something they’d share with the teachers. Hopefully…

The play started, but honestly, I couldn’t really give it my attention. Although the lights had dimmed, and the stage was the only lit area, I could still just about see the girl opposite, her legs illuminated by the low lights around the circle. I found them very distracting, and when the lights came on for the interval, I was once again caught by her staring at them. Fortunately, I didn’t keep my erection through the entire first half, so I quickly stood up and made my way to the bar area.

The rest of the group gathered around after a minute or so, and talk started on what they thought of the play so far. The general consensus was that it was pretty good, the acting was excellent, and the fact that the stage was so close and ‘in the round’ made it feel all the more real. “What did you think, Brad?” enquired Debbie.

“Err, it’s was good, yes,” I replied.

“He doesn’t know if it was any good or not,” Donna stated, “He was too busy creeping out the girl opposite.” She leaned in and softly said, “You were playing with yourself through your pockets, weren’t you.”

“I was not!” I blurted out, much louder than I intended. Everyone looked at me. I turned red again. Donna let out a sharp laugh.

No one else had heard Donna’s comment, so they assumed I was replying to her accusation of creeping out the girl. “Methinks the Lady doth protest too much,” said Nicola. “Very funny, a Shakespeare quote’ I thought. I excused myself and headed to the toilet, didn’t need to go but really wanted to stop my embarrassed face from going a deeper shade.

I composed myself for a few minutes then headed back out. The girls were talking as I approached, but they stopped as they saw me. Right well, that wasn’t strange at all, I thought, and I felt a little nervous, but no one said anything, and the bell rang to signify the second half was about to start.

I took my seat, noticed that the girl opposite wasn’t there yet. I hoped Donna wasn’t right about me creeping her out. Just before the lights went out, she did appear and took her seat. Carrie also took her seat at around the same time, and she smiled at me as she sat down. That was a little worrying as she doesn’t normally smile at me. In fact, I was pretty certain she didn’t like me at all. A year or so ago, I’d made a flippant comment about ginger people having no soul. It was just to end an amusing story, but she took offense. We had a bit of a row, I tried to justify it by saying I didn’t think anyone had a soul anyway, but that didn’t really help. Since then, we had hardly spoken.

As the lights went out, I chanced a look at the girl opposite, and wait did she wink at me! The lights dimmed, but I’m sure she did. Maybe she hadn’t been creeped out at all, maybe she liked me looking at her, maybe I could talk to her after the play, maybe I’d get her phone number, and we could chat and go out, maybe she’d be my girlfriend, and we’d have… “Michael!” hissed Donna.

“Eh, what?”

I looked confused, opened my eyes, and saw Miss Frost in the seat behind, looking down at me. I’d slid back in the seat, and my feet were about to kick one of the lights.

“Sorry!” I quickly straightened up and looked directly ahead.

The second part of the play went by. I tried to follow it, but I’d missed too much in the first part to really know what was going on, plus I kept glancing at those legs.

When the play ended, Miss Summers asked us to remain in the seats while she and Miss Frost went off to speak to the manager of the theatre about booking her fifth form class. I watched everyone trail out of the theatre, watched those legs disappear through the exit. Oh well, I thought, probably never see her again now. Why couldn’t we leave with everyone else and just meet up at the minibus? After about ten minutes, I started to feel the need to use the toilet, I looked around for Miss Summers, but she wasn’t around. I decided I couldn’t wait any longer, so I got up to go.

“Where are you off to? We are supposed to wait here,” said Carrie.

“I need the toilet. I won’t be long,” I replied and walked out through the exit.

There was no one around, trying to get away before the rush hour started, I guess. I found the toilet and was out again in a few minutes. Standing in the corridor was the girl with the lovely legs. I looked a bit shocked and stood still, not knowing what to do. She winked at me, and I hadn’t imagined it, she did like me… then she started screaming, “Pervert! Get out, you filthy pig! Help!”

I stood motionless, not knowing what was happening. The girls screams got the attention of Miss Summers, Miss Frost, the woman I assumed, was the theatre manager, and they appeared from around the corner to see what was going on.

“What is going on, Anne?” the manageress asked.

“This pervert was spying on me in the ladies toilet, mother.”

Mother, I thought, she’s the daughter of the theatre manager? “I didn’t…” I protested. “I went to the gents and came out, and she was there and then started screaming for no reason.”

A cry of ‘Liar’ came from further down the corridor. Standing there was Carrie. “I saw him dash out from the ladies just after I heard the scream.”

I looked shocked, and Carrie smirked at me before putting on a fixed face. The three women looked at me.

“What the hell do you think you are doing, young man?” said Miss Summers, her face red with rage.

“I can only apologize for this behavior, and I can assure you that once we are back, I will take this up with the headmaster, and punishment will be firm and swift.”

“Anne darling are you OK?’ said she and the manageress went to put her arms around her daughter.

“Yes, mom, I’m OK, but I have to tell you that this ‘man’ has been ogling me all through the show. He didn’t watch the play. He was just staring at me. It really made my skin crawl, and now this in the toilet; I just don’t think it’s fair that he will get off home scot-free.”

“I understand, dear, and I do agree. Miss Summers, was it? What punishment will the boy get when you get back?”

“I assume the head will get the cane out for this, even though he’s in the sixth form, and depending on the governor’s decision, a suspension or expulsion,” Miss Summers replied.

Suspension, expulsion! “But I didn’t…”

“You will be quiet, young man, you were seen by Carrie coming out of the ladies toilet, and Carrie would have no reason the lie, so I recommend you keep quiet if you don’t want to be in any more trouble Mr. Bradford,” Miss Summers said, cutting me short.

“So…” the manageress said, “Anne, do you think that’s enough punishment for him?”

“I think the cane would be painful, but the expulsion would be terrible for him. It’d ruin his future plans. I think he needs to be taught a lesson but that it shouldn’t go further than these walls.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, Anne. Miss Summers, do you agree?”

“Well, he is normally a very good pupil. Not sure what came over him, but yes, an expulsion would put his A-levels in jeopardy, and that would be a shame. If Miss Frost is in agreement, we can deal with the issue here?”

Miss Frost looked at me and shook her head, and said, “Yes, Miss Summers, we can deal with it here.”

Miss Summers turned to the manageress. “So, Mrs. Danes, what do you think the punishment should be?”

“Well, it should really be up to Anne, I think, Anne?”

“He needs to be caned, but not just six, six from each of us here, you mum, Miss Summers, Miss Frost, Carrie, and myself. The extra caning will make up for the fact he won’t be expelled. I’m sure we have a cane or similar in the props store.”

Carrie had a massive grin on her face, but she quickly suppressed it before anyone else could see.


“Be quiet, young man…” shouted Miss Summers. “A lesson does need to be learned, so yes, a caning seems appropriate.”

“It should be done on the stage, with all his classmates watching, and it needs to be done on his bare backside. In fact, he should be completely naked! Let’s see how he likes being ogled. Hopefully, it will teach him so respect for others’ privacy.”

“What, no, you can’t do this,” I protested.

“It’s this, or I think I want to involve the police,” stated Anne.

“The police! There’s no need for them to get involved,” I said in a panicked voice.

“This, or the police, young man, your choice,” said Anne in a voice that sounded like the final say in it.

I looked from one face to another; all had impassive, stern looks on them. It seemed that they had all decided to go with what Anne said. Crestfallen, I said, “OK….”

“Speak up, young man, we can’t hear you,” said Miss Frost.

“Yes, OK.”

“Yes, OK, what?” asked Miss Summers.

“Yes, OK, I’ll accept a caning.”

And with that, I was marched through onto the stage.

The rest of the girls watched with puzzlement and looked at Miss Summers as she said, “OK, settle down girls, now for reasons I won’t go into here, Michael has agreed to accept some punishment that will be dealt out by myself, Miss Frost, Mrs. Danes the theatre manager, Anne her daughter and Carrie.”

Carrie waved at her fellow students as a smile crept across her face.

“Michael will receive a caning….” there was a murmur from the girls at this. “On his bare backside, so yes, before you ask, you will all get to see him naked. So can I ask we all be mature about this, it’s a lesson he needs to learn, but once it is over, we will not talk about it again. Is that clear to everyone?”

There was a combined shocked look on the girl’s faces, and then a small smile crept onto a few faces. They all nodded in agreement.

Mrs. Danes went off to find a cane from the props room. Miss Summers started to speak, “OK, Michael, I know this will be embarrassing for you, but you just need to take a few deep breaths to compose yourself, and then I want you to start taking your clothes off and folding them neatly and place then to the side. OK?”

“Um, yes, Miss Summers, I think.”

“Don’t think, Michael, just do it. It will be over quickly if you just do as you’re told.”

“Yes, OK,” I said quietly and began by taking off my shoes and socks and putting them to the side. My jumper followed next.

Now I am tall at around six-foot-two, and I used to sprint for the school a few years ago, so I was in OK shape; however, exposing my chest seemed more embarrassing than my legs, so my trousers came down next. I heard a few catcalls from the seats, but I kept my head down as I pulled my trousers off and folded them.

“Shhhh…” I heard Miss Summers say.

I paused for a few seconds, looking down at the stage. I heard footsteps come toward Miss Summers, and I quietly say, “It’ll be all right, Michael, just breathe and don’t think about it.”

I looked at her, and she had a caring, sympathetic look. I closed my eyes and removed my shirt. Folding it gave me a little time, and the ritual of it seemed to help me calm down. I stood there in a pair of tight white briefs and looked at the seats where my fellow sixth-formers were. They were all silent, just looking at me. Anne has a smirk on her face. To my shock, so did Miss Frost. I turned to Miss Summers, and I think I felt a tear forming in one eye.

She looked at me and said, “Just one more item to go, you’re holding up well, come on, take them off, and it will soon be over.”

I took one more breath, turned away from the stage, and dropped my briefs to my ankles. I heard a few gasps as I placed them on the clothes pile and cupped my genitals with both hands before turning back to face everyone.

The silence was broken by Miss Frost, “Mr. Bradford, put your hands by your side, naked means naked here, and this is a punishment, so do as you’re told, or I’ll confiscate your clothes for the journey back too.”

‘Oh god,’ I thought, looking up at the lights above the stage as I let my hands drop to the side. There was a collective intake of breath, a moment of silence, and then, “Oh my god, Michael’s got a little one,” exclaimed Debbie.

That broke the moment, and people started laughing. I heard “Pathetic…” and “Like an Acorn…” and, “Good job, I bought my glasses…” among other things.

Totally shocked and embarrassed. I wasn’t that small, was I? I thought I was a little smaller than the guys in the showers, but not that much smaller? I instinctively cupped by bits again.

“Hands,” shouted Miss Frost, and I let them drop again.

I looked at Miss Summers, who was standing next to me. Her face was looking directly at my penis; she looked up with a small grin and said, “Well, I didn’t think you’d have a small one. Tiny cocks always look funnier on big tall men.”

Anne came up on stage; she bent down to get a closer look. “Couldn’t see it very well from all the way over there. I can see why you stare at women; you’d have no confidence to approach them with that dinky little thing in your pants.”

I looked down at her crouching there, and her skirt had ridden a fair bit up her legs and, oh no! I could feel a twitching in my penis. No, please, not now, not here!

“Oh, I think little Boo-Boo might be coming out of the cave! Looks at this girls, it’s hard to tell I know, but I think Michael’s little dicklette might be getting a little excited.”

I tried to concentrate on stopping it, and I looked around the Stage. Anne was watching with mirth as I slowly started to get erect. Miss Summers bit her lower lip and whispered, “Oh dear…”

Miss Frost was laughing and shaking her head. “How pathetic…”

Louise and Nicola had left the seats for a closer look. Nicola leaned down to have a good look then said, “You know, Michael, I quite fancied you, and I think you like me too. I always wondered why you never asked me out, and now I know why! I’d have said yes, you know, but not now I know, obviously. You better be very good for us from now on, or everyone else is going to know your little secret.”

“Nicola… We said whatever happens in these four walls stays in these four walls,” Miss Summers said.

“Oh, come on, this little dick loser isn’t going to do or say anything, are you little Mikey?”

I shook my head slowly and noticed I was now fully erect.

Louise sniggered. “He’s not big enough to make his foreskin pull back over the head….”

At that point, the door opened, and Mrs. Danes walked back in carrying a wooden spoon. “I couldn’t find a cane, so I popped to the kitchen and got the biggest spoon I could find, it should do the trick, but it is a little short.”

“It certainly is, mother. Come and have a look at little Michael in all his glory,” Anne said.

Mrs. Danes walked onto the stage and covered her mouth to suppress a laugh. “Oh my lord, it’s tiny.”

“You should have seen it before it got all ‘big’ shouldn’t she, little Mikey?”

I kept staring down at the stage, and I wanted there to be a trap door to end this now.

“It’s very rude not to look at someone when they talk to you, little Mikey, so look at me when I do,” Anne ordered.

I slowly looked up at her now she was standing, facing me.

“Awww, you’ve gone all red in the face, a little embarrassed are you, Mikey? Well, you should be. It’s shameful to show a lady such a tiny little cocklette. I think you should apologize to everyone for having such a small cock.”

I looked at her in disbelief. “Pardon?”

“You heard me. Apologize to everyone for having such a small cock. Go on…”

“Um… I’m sorry for having a small cock,” I mumbled.

“No, do it individually, go around to everyone and apologize and also say if you’ve ever thought of them in a dirty way and what it was, it’ll be cathartic for you to get it all out in the open. Start with Miss Summers here. Describe how small you are different each time too.”

Broken, I turned to face Miss Summers, little cock pointing directly out. “I’m sorry, Miss Summers, for having such a small cock. I have thought of you in a dirty way before. I used to think about what it would be like to see you naked in the form room as we all were in there for the registration period. Sorry.”

Miss Summer leaned into me, her dress pressing against my cock, stood on tiptoes, and whispered, “Seems your fantasy has been turned on its head, doesn’t it. Nicola was right, and you won’t do anything about this or indeed the times in the future that I’ll make you show me and others your ‘little man.’ You are very shy in my class, I’ve tried to bring you out of your shell, but I think this might just be the way to do it. Welcome to your new life, little man.” She stood back and smiled at me, playfully slapped my cock, and said, “Now, go on, off to Miss Frost.”

Numbly I turned and walked over to Miss Frost. “I’m sorry, Miss Frost….”

“Wait,” she said, “Come closer.” I stepped forward towards her, and as I did, her hand shot out and grabbed my balls, closing around them. “OK, carry on.”

I stood still for a few seconds, not knowing what to do, and then I felt her grip tighten as she squeezed a little.

“Oh, um, sorry, Miss Frost, for having such a tiny cock. I have thought dirty thoughts about you.” Her grip tightened further, and it was starting to hurt. “Ah, I wanted you to find me alone and naked in the shower block. You’d stare at me then come towards me and embrace, your hands exploring my body and we’d end up having sex in the showers. I’m sorry.”

She gave my balls a final squeeze then let go, I winced and went to cup my balls, but she knocked my hands away. She grinned at me and said, “Apology accepted, little man. Now move along.”

Rhonda was closest, so I walk to her. She had such a pretty face with a smile that could make me go weak at the knees. “I’m sorry, Rhonda, for having a little penis. I have had dirty thoughts about you. I love your mouth, it’s so sexy, I have dreamed of you giving me a blow job on many occasions. I’m sorry.”

She looked at me. “I’m a growing girl, you know. I like bigger bites than your little toddler.”

I turned to walk to Debbie; Rhonda slapped my bum as I did, causing a hoot of laughter.

To Debbie, I said, “I’m sorry, Debbie, for having a micro cock. I have thought dirty thoughts about you. You are so polite and proper, so I thought of having a threesome with Ian, with us doing you from both ends. I’m sorry for such thoughts, Debbie.”

She blushed and then slapped my cock as hard as she could, causing me to yelp in pain, turn, and sat down in the seats. Cock still stinging, I turned and walked to Donna. I’d fancied Donna for years but never done anything about it. Now I was standing naked in front of her, and she could barely stop laughing.

“I’m very sorry, Donna, for having a tiddly penis.”

As I spoke, she reached out and started gently stroking my balls. “Your erection, if you can call it that, is starting to flag. Keep going, and I’ll just make sure it keeps up.”

“I have thought of you in a dirty way,” I said, taking short breaths as her soft hand ever so gently stroked my balls. “A few weeks ago on that trip, we all went on, you had a loose top on, and on the coach, you stood up and leaned across to the window to wave. Your top was very loose, and you weren’t wearing a bra, and I could see your beautiful tits. I just wanted to slide the top out of the way and suck on it all day. I’m sorry.”

She leaned in, still stroking my balls. “Never, ever going to happen, little boy, keep that mental image though; I think it’s the closest you’ll come to the real thing,” she softly said, then stopped stroking and gave my balls a quick tap, which came much sharper than I thought it would, and sat back down.

I went across to Carrie. Oh god, she hated me, and now she knew my little secret, and I was going to have to tell her even more secrets. As I approached, she stood up, placed her thumb and forefinger from each hand on my nipples, and started slowly digging the nails in and twisting a bit at a time.

That was quite painful, so I quickly blurted out, “I’m sorry, Carrie, for having a pathetic excuse for a cock. I have thought about you in a dirty way, Ah, sorry, um, after I upset you with my ginger comment, I saw how angry you were, and I found it such a turn-on. I wanted you to dominate me, make me your sex slave! Sorry.”

She dug her nails in as hard as she could and gave both nipples a quick turn. I cried out in pain. “Idiot…” she said and pushed me away.

Back on the stage, I went up to Louise. She was quite short with big blond hair. “I’m sorry, Louise, for having a, um…” I was struggling for ways to describe my cock now.

“Petit champignon?” she suggested, which got a few giggles. She was always good at languages.

“Um, yes, sorry for my ‘petit champignon.’ I have thought of you in a dirty way. On that geography field trip we had, I wanted to sneak into your dormitory and find you naked. I’d study every lovely curve, and we’d make love, constantly wondering if we might get caught. I’m sorry.”

I then realized I’d admitted wanting to do the very same thing I had wrongly been accused of earlier, not clever.

She looked at me, looked me up and down, and shook her head. “Get used to your right hand because that little thing is pleasing no one.”

Nicola was next, and she was right; I did fancy her. She stepped into me and placed her hand around my cock, not squeezing, just gently gripping. I could feel my cock slowly pulsing in her hand, she wasn’t moving it, but it was definitely pulsing in her grip.

“Oh dear,” I heard Miss Summer say.

“I’m sorry, Nicola, for having a teeny-tiny cock. I have thought of you in a dirty way. I love the patterned tights you wear, and I have often wanted to pull up your skirt and…” My cock was definitely pulsing faster now, but she wasn’t doing anything, just gently gripping. My breath was getting shorter. “And … look at the full effect of the tights on your lovely legs, then gently slide them down and your pants to and use my tongue on your special place.”

With that, I felt my cock pulse, and some seamen flew out and hit her skirt. Oh, I was cumming here, in front of everyone. No!

“Oh god! I’m sorry,” I said as the last drops of cum dribbled from my cock.

Nicola let go of my cock, wiped the cum off her skirt, and smeared it on my face and around my lips. “Don’t wipe it off. You can lick your lips if you want, though,” she ordered.

I didn’t lick the semen at first, but then my tongue pokes out a bit. Oh very salty, not nice I thought. Everyone burst into laughter.

“What a premature little man he is,” laughed Donna.

“He doesn’t even cum very much,” cried Miss Frost.

“It’s about the thimble full,” cackled Carrie.

“A tiny twig with shriveled berries,” shouted Debbie.

Slowly the laughter died down. I felt even more embarrassed now. My cock was slowly losing its hardness.

Dejectedly I looked around to see the humor tinged with disgust on people’s faces, then looked at Mrs. Danes standing, their arms folded, waiting for me.

I walked up to her and said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Danes, for having a puny penis. I haven’t thought dirty thoughts about you, not because you aren’t attractive, but I just met you.”

With an amused look on her face, she crouched down and looked directly at my now limp dick. “It is a shriveled little thing, isn’t it. It’s like a tiny walnut whip with less cream, obviously. I hope you have learned how wrong you were to ogle and spy on women, and in the future, I hope you keep your tiny worm in your pants where it belongs. No one wants to see it unless it’s for comedy purposes.”

With that, she stood back up, and I turned to face Anne.

“Bring the spoon with you, little one, and there’s a good boy,” Anne said.

I turned and took the spoon from Mrs. Danes, then walked over to Anne.

She took the spoon from me and said, “Before you apologize to me, get yourself hard again.”

I stared at her for a second, then my hand moved to my cock, and I started to you two fingers and my thumb to bring it back to life.

“Look, he can’t even use his entire hand,” shouted Miss Frost, which caused a new round of laughter.

Anne looked at me, spoon slapping against her palm. “I’m waiting, little man.”

After a short while, my cock was as big as it would get, so I stopped and said, “I’m sorry, Anne, from having a worthless little worm instead of a real penis. I have thought dirty thoughts about you. When I saw your legs from across the stage, I just wanted to kiss them all over and slowly part them revealing your panties. I wanted to slide your panties down and start licking your cunt. Argh…”

I felt a sting across my face. Anne had hit me with the spoon. “Don’t ever use the ‘c-word’ again, little man.”

“Sorry, licking your, um, sex?” There was no slap, so I continued, “with your lovely legs wrapped around my head. I’m sorry.”

“Well done, little man, a few little secrets out in the open now, don’t you feel much better for unburdening yourself of them?”

I really didn’t, but I just nodded my head.

“As you have been such a good little boy, I don’t think you should get a fully spanking now, just a few taps from me. How does that sound?”

“Very good, thank you, Anne,” I replied.

“Good, turn around and bend over.” Once in position, she proceeded to strike me once on each buttock. They were hard but not as bad as I thought they would be.

“Stand up and turn to me,” she instructed.

“Now, pull back that ridiculous amount of foreskin you have and reveal your little mushroom. There’s a good boy.”

I pulled back my foreskin as Anne said, “One little spank on your little pain nob, try not to cry.”

With that, she swatted the end of my cock with the spoon. I took a sharp intake of breath again but resisted the urge to cry out.

“Good boy, now lift your dinkle out of the way, one spank on each ball, I think.”

I did as instructed and braced myself.


“Argh…” I cried, and my knees went weak, but I managed to stay standing.


She struck my other ball harder than the first one. I cried out again and fell to my knees, clutching my balls.

“So strong yet so weak, these little men,” Anne mocked me. “Put your hands out.” She then struck me once across each palm. “That’s for touching yourself in front of all these ladies.”

“Well, I think little Mikey here has learned his lesson,” Anne said.

“Thank you,” I replied and turned to retrieve my clothes.

Only they weren’t there. I looked around and saw Miss Frost with them in her hands.

“I’ll look after these until we get back,” she said.

“Tell you what…” said Anne as she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. “You can wear these once you get to the minibus. We don’t want you little mushroom being seen and causing an accident, do we?”

“Come on, little one,” Miss Frost said as she grabbed my cock and started walking towards the door.

I had no choice but to shuffle along awkwardly behind her. The journey back was going to be even more embarrassing, I thought, and with the amount of time we spent here, I was guessing rush hour was in full swing as well.

The End.


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