SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

The entire small college, all 250 students, had been called into the auditorium for an assembly. Our Lady of Peace was a very conservative Catholic private college, and they subjected their students to some unorthodox punishments. As such, no one under the age of 18 was allowed to enroll or be on campus. Jessie Bell was a junior, age 21, and she had a seat high up in the bleachers. She was next to the boy who had her heart, Daniel Drinkwater. Daniel was also a junior, 21, and the two had recently taken things to the next level, making out in dorm rooms and closets when no one was looking.

Today, after this assembly, Jessie hoped to take things even further and was wearing something special under her clothes for Daniel. She had gorgeous wavy blonde hair and creamy pale skin. She was 5 feet tall, weighed around 105 pounds, and was pale and skinny. Her size was often a source of insecurity for Jessie, as she had extremely small breasts and a flat, bony ass. She was often jealous of other girls with large breasts and behinds.

Daniel put his hand atop hers and smiled at her. He was so handsome. He had brown hair and boyish good looks, and was quite skinny and fit, thanks to cross-country. He was on the shorter side at 5’8″, but he was still very attractive to Jessie. “What do you think this is about?” Daniel said.

“Probably going to stone someone, knowing this school,” Jessie said.

Dean Susanna Swift approached the podium and microphone, flanked by her lackey, the spindly Vice Dean Paul Periwinkle. Dean Swift was in her 40s, tall, blonde, and full-figured. She had a stern, strict demeanor about her and was known to administer harsh punishments. She spoke into the microphone, “Students, I wish we were gathered under happier circumstances, but today I have learned that two students have been doing the devil’s dance on this very campus, giving in to the sin of lust.”

This was weird, Jessie thought. What could this be about?

The Dean continued, “I have it on good authority that two students have been ‘making out’ and surrendering to the temptation of the flesh. And I intend to teach those students a lesson. Daniel Drinkwater, please come down here.”

Daniel looked at Jessie, a worried expression on his face. But he got up and descended to the stage, where he stood with the Dean and Vice Dean, in front of everyone.

“Mr. Drinkwater, do you know why you were called down here?” Swift said.

“To recognize my good grades?” Daniel quipped. That was probably a mistake.

Swift took her right hand and smacked Daniel’s ass. He jumped and yipped. “You are here because you are the one who has surrendered to lust and temptation.”

“I don’t know what you mean, ma’am?” Daniel said.

“I think you do. And you want the flesh? Then you shall show yours. Remove your clothing,” Swift said.

Daniel gulped and looked out at the crowd. “But ma’am, can we do this in private?”

“You were traipsing around the campus with your harlot, so no, we will do this here and now. Strip.”

Daniel was wearing the traditional boys’ school uniform, a white dress shirt with a black sweater vest over it. He had on black dress pants and dress shoes. “I don’t want to!” Daniel said.

“You don’t have a choice. Periwinkle,” Swift said with a point. Periwinkle went over to Daniel and started trying to take his shirt off, but Daniel was stronger and fought back. Swift finally said, “Ugh, if you want something done right,” and walked over to Daniel. She ripped off his sweater vest and then dress shirt, sending buttons flying and revealing his pale, skinny torso. She then undid his shoes and pants, pulling them down to reveal a pair of tight red boxer briefs. Daniel put his hands over his crotch to cover up. “What are these?” Swift said with a smack of Daniel’s ass.

“Underwear, miss,” Daniel said.

“School policy says boys are only permitted to wear briefs, either white, gray, or another neutral tone. No boxers, and certainly no vibrant colors like red. Turn your back to the crowd, bend over, and touch your toes.”

“Why, ma’am?” Daniel said.

“You will see why; now do it,” Swift said. Daniel spun around so his ass faced the crowd. He bent over, and the fabric of the boxers strained against his tight, fit ass. Jessie couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had never seen Daniel without clothes, and now the whole school was staring at his butt in boxers. Swift held out an open palm, did a big wind-up, and smacked Daniel straight on the behind. “What do you say, young man?”

“Thank you, miss. I must be punished for my sins,” Daniel said, seemingly fighting back tears.

Swift raised her hand and laid another slap on Daniel’s ass, the sound echoing throughout the silent arena.

“Thank you, miss. I must be punished for my sins,” Daniel repeated.

Just as Swift was about to smack Daniel’s ass a third time, Periwinkle cleared his throat and said, “Contraband, in the boy’s pants.” Everyone looked at Periwinkle, who was holding up an opened pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes.

Swift stomped over to Periwinkle and snatched the cigarettes from him. She inspected the package and said, “Satan’s sticks of sin! These will both kill you and damn you for eternity. Do you have anything to say for yourself, boy?”

Daniel looked up at her, fear and desperation in his eyes. Jessie felt a lump in the pit of her stomach now, because those cigarettes were for her. Daniel didn’t smoke, but she enjoyed one after a make-out session from time to time. She could not let Daniel take the fall for her crime. She stood up and raced to the bottom of the bleachers. She approached the Dean and said, “Mistress, those belong to me. If anyone is to be punished, it’s me.”

“That’s very noble of you, Miss Bell,” Swift said. “Now remove your clothes. You can join your little Romeo here on the stage.”

Jessie gulped and said, “Please, Dean Swift, no one has ever seen me naked before. I’m a good girl. I will clean your car, your office, your whole house. I would accept any other punishment, but please not this.”

“Strip or I will do it for you,” Swift said.

Jessie sighed and began unbuttoning her long-sleeved white blouse, also standard issue. Beneath the shirt was a black lace bra that attempted to accentuate her meager assets. She then removed her long black skirt, unzipping it and shimmying it off. She now stood in front of the entire university in just her lacy black bra and a skimpy black thong. She used her hands to cover her chest and crotch. Her skinny body was on display, her flat tummy and small 28aa bra, and her bony flat behind that barely protruded from her body.

Dean Swift walked in a circle around her, inspecting her. Swift’s eyes got big when she saw Jessie’s back. Swift said, “A thong? You know that girls are only permitted to wear full-back briefs, in white, nude, or other neutral tones. Black undergarments are strictly forbidden, especially something so prurient and revealing.” Swift smacked Jessie’s skinny ass, and she jumped. “The Lord said to turn the other cheek,” Swift said, “and you young lady shall offer both. Join your beau in bending over at the waist, young lady.”

Jessie walked over and bent over, next to Daniel. The thong was barely concealing her most intimate parts, and she hoped no one could see her delicate pussy. Swift went over to them and spanked Jessie hard, then Daniel, then Jessie, then Daniel, then Jessie, and it went on and on like this for several minutes.

When the smacks finally stopped, the two stood up erect again and looked at the dean, grateful to be done with their punishment. Daniel reached for his clothes, and Swift said, “Ah ah ah, not yet. We have to teach you two how to dress appropriately for Our Lady of Peace. Now remove your undergarments.”

Jessie was shocked by these words. Being seen in the lingerie meant only for Daniel’s eyes was bad enough, but she did not want to be fully bared to the people with whom she shared the halls, dorms, and classrooms. Daniel looked terrified too; evidently, he did not want to be seen either.

“Dean Swift, we can dress in private, please,” Daniel said.

“Obviously, you cannot be trusted to dress yourselves properly,” Swift said. She turned to Periwinkle and said, “The undergarments.” Periwinkle walked over holding two sealed packages of underwear, one an assortment of bland-looking panties, and the other all men’s tighty-whities. Swift said, “Alright boy, drop the drawers. In this case, ladies second.”

Daniel looked like he was about to cry. He said, “Please no ma’am, please. Anything but this please,” he begged. But Swift didn’t say a word or move a muscle; she just glared down at him, as if her eyes were going to turn to lasers and zap Daniel’s underwear away.

Daniel was quivering as he looked around. At Swift, at Periwinkle, at the crowd, and then at Jessie. He put his fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them down, bending over and using a hand to hide his penis. When the boxers were off, he stood up straight and had one hand clutched over his goods.

Swift picked up a rattan cane and swatted it at Daniel’s crotch to move his hand. His hand was swatted away, his package was now visible to everyone, and apparently God had given Daniel an extra-small. His penis was an adorable little button sitting atop two small marbles for testicles and a light dusting of pubic hair above. Jessie hadn’t seen a penis in real life before, but it looked much different than the ones online. It was so small and tiny, it was kinda cute, Jessie thought.

“I see the Lord has punished you for your lust as well, for there isn’t much one could do with that appendage no matter how determined,” Swift said with a laugh. “Heck, even Periwinkle is bigger than you; I’ve seen him in the locker room.” Periwinkle had a stupid grin. “Miss Bell, do you see what you have sinned for? A tiny little weewee. Was it worth it?” Swift asked.

Jessie was sweating, and she stammered, “Uhh, I, uhh, I’ve never–”

Swift then turned to Daniel and said, “Little boys with little peepees who steal girls’ hearts under pretenses must apologize and be punished for their deceit. Mr. Drinkwater, look your flame in the eye and say you are sorry to have gotten her engine running without the proper rod or piston.”

Swift smacked Daniel’s bare ass, and he took a few steps towards Jessie. He said, “I’m sorry, Jessie. I never should have pursued you, knowing I could never please you. You deserve a man with a big, thick penis who will satisfy you.”

The truth was, Jessie didn’t mind at all. She knew it was below average, but she’d never had any penis before, so what’s so bad about a small one? Plus it was cute, how dainty and vulnerable Daniel looked naked. Most women dreamed of the buff, hung alpha, but Jessie had a thing for the skinny, nerdy, beta. “It’s okay,” she mouthed.

“Good boy,” said Swift. She turned to Jessie and said, “Your turn, young lady. Take off the devil’s bra and panties before you accidentally seduce the entire campus.”

Jessie did not want to do this either, because like Daniel, she was very embarrassed about the size of her private parts. Her chest was extremely flat, and her torso alone sort of resembled a teenage boy’s chest. Her behind wasn’t much better, also very bony, skinny, and flat. Her skin was pale because she spent most of her time in the library or at her computer. Her pussy was very small and tight, shaved bald with innie lips. She was very short, squishy, skinny, and weak, and she didn’t want anyone to see her and judge her. She was usually able to conceal her insecurities with baggy clothes, but now there was nowhere to hide.

“Young lady, I will take them off for you,” Swift said.

Jessie took a deep breath, exhaled, then started unhooking her bra. The bra sort of gave her the illusion of breasts, but there was only so much one could do with what she was given. She let the bra fall to the floor, and her small, pale breasts were on display to everyone. Her pointy, pencil eraser nipples were rock hard. Not even one boy had seen her like this, and now they all had.

“The panties,” said Swift. Jessie reached into the waistband of her thong and pushed it down quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid. Her bald pussy could now be seen as well. She and Daniel were now fully naked in front of all their teachers and classmates. She could not think of a worse fate. “So bony, so skinny. Hardly a woman at all,” Swift said. “Turn around.”

Both Jessie and Daniel turned around to show their asses to the school. Jessie’s was small, cute, and skinny, while Daniel’s was firm, athletic, and muscular. It was a little embarrassing, Jessie thought, that even her boyfriend was more caked up than her. She would have to start hitting the gym after today.

“My dear, you have breasts or behind,” Swift said. She said to Daniel, “Boy, is this the girl you thought was worth humiliation, punishment, and damnation? Why not at least get some tits and ass?!”

Daniel turned around, unafraid to show his small penis now, and said, “How dare you? Jessie Bell is the most beautiful girl on this campus, on this earth. If kissing her seals my fate, then lock me up and throw away the key. And with those words, Daniel went over to Jessie and kissed her with the passion of every love song, the grace of every love poem, and the beauty of every flower on earth. When his lips met hers, she was no longer naked, no longer in front of a crowd, no longer at school, no longer in this realm. For those brief moments, she had transcended into a higher plane. After a lifetime’s worth of romance, the kiss finally ended, and the two were snapped back to reality, naked and exposed in the auditorium.

“How adorable,” said Swift. “But you are still sinners, and you must learn to dress. Periwinkle, the underwear.”

Periwinkle sidled over and handed the unopened packages to Swift. She tried to rip them open with her hands, but couldn’t penetrate the plastic. So, she put them in her mouth and tore them open with her teeth. She handed Daniel a fresh, crisp pair of white briefs and said, “Cover your shame.”

Daniel took the underwear and put them on. They were a little too tight, accentuating his fit in the back and showing off the outline of his minuscule member.

Swift repeated the process and opened a multicolored package of frumpy briefs. She held out the package to Jessie and said, “Choose your color.”

How merciful, Jessie thought, that Queen Swift would allow her some choice in the matter. Jessie looked through the package, at the gray, the nude, a muted pink, a muted blue. But when she laid eyes on the bright white pair, she knew they were the one. She took out the pair and put them on, grateful to cover her bald pussy and skinny ass. While Daniel’s briefs were too tight, Jessie’s were too baggy and hung off her ass, bunched-up fabric in the back.

“And this shall be your uniform for the rest of the semester,” Swift said. Daniel and Jessie both looked horrified, eyes wide and mouths agape. “It’s spring, so climate and comfort should not be a concern. After this, perhaps you two will learn your lesson about lewd and lascivious behavior,” Swift said.

“But Dean Swift, may I at least have a bra to cover my chest?” Jessie said.

Swift laughed and said, “Ha, like you need a bra to contain those bee stings. Perhaps a pair of band aids?” Jessie looked up at Swift with wide eyes. Swift said, “I suppose we can grant you this mercy. Periwinkle?”

Periwinkle walked over to the girl and gave her a brand-new white sports bra, size 28AA, just for her. They had planned all of this from the start. Jessie took it and put it on, the sports bra pushing down her already paltry chest.

“This shall be your uniform, and we will order enough pairs so you may always have fresh clothes.”

Daniel started to walk off the stage, thinking this was finally over. But Swift said, “Boy, where do you think you’re going? I have one final discipline for each of you.”

Periwinkle produced a sturdy wooden chair and placed it in the center of the stage. Swift sat down, wearing a cream colored blouse, a blue blazer, and a matching pencil skirt. She patted her thigh and said, “Lay.”

Daniel walked over to her and lay over her lap, his juicy ass straining the tighty whities. She gave him ten mighty whacks with the cane. When he stood up, she whacked his bulge once too.

“Girl, it is your turn,” Swift said.

Jessie walked over to Swift and assumed the position, though her ass did not strain against her underwear. It barely looked like she had an ass at all, more like a long back. Swift caned her skinny ass over and over, giving her 11, one extra for being a whore. When Jessie stood up, Swift smacked her small chest and her tight pussy once each as well, and sent them on their way. It was going to be a long semester for Jessie Bell and Daniel Drinkwater.

 

The End.

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