The Attitude Adjustment Expert

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The Attitude Adjustment Expert
Training Tristan
Story One, Part One


In Need Of Help

Mrs. Johnston is a pushover. She keeps trying to be a "Friend" to her son, not just a mom, and her discipline is a little lax. It wasn't that
big a deal when the boy was Eleven. Mrs. Johnston could step up and take control when little Tristan got too lazy with his chores or talked
back to her, but Tristan is Fifteen now, taller and stronger than she is. Men have always intimidated Mrs. Johnston, from her overprotective
father to Tristan's father, who was not caring or gentle with either his wife or his child. Now Tristan is growing into a young man and Mrs.
Johnston is scared of him. She's scared Tristan is turning into a carbon copy of his father, who died of a heart attack two years earlier.

Mrs. Johnston tells her son it's time to go to bed, and Tristan ignores or delays for an hour. Mrs. Johnston tells her son to put some clothes on,
that he's too old to walk around the house in his underwear, and Tristan just pulls down the back end of his briefs and parades around with
his butt showing. But when Tristan had his friend Joey over, and he said "Don't be such a Bitch" right in front of the Fourteen year old Joey,
when she asked the kids to turn down the volume on the tv, called his mother a "Bitch" with a visitor present, that's when Mrs. Johnston knew
she needed to seek professional help.

Mrs. Johnston searched the newspapers for help, even some online sources for professional babysitters and Nannies and caretakers. She
needs someone who can move in for a month. Mrs. Johnston is needed on a company business trip to Europe. A part time caretaker
for the house won't do. Finally Mrs. Johnston finds this:

"Having trouble with your teenager? Need a Governess that can take care of your home and a problem child? Specializes in creative
ways of discipline."

Most of the other caretaker adds say they take care of children age 5 to 12. Nobody wants to be responsible for teenagers.
Mrs. Johnston pulls out her phone and dials the number.

Three days later, when Tristan comes home from school and heads for his room, Mrs. Johnston calls out to him, "Tristan, come to
the dining room dear."

"What is it mother? Jeez, I just got home."

"You will come to the dining room now. There is someone you need to meet." Mrs. Johnston insists.

Tristan goes to the living room, and his mother sits at the table with another woman. This other woman is around 40, with a small
and slender frame and when she stands up she won't be any taller than 5'4". She wears an old fashioned conservative dress that is
gray with black buttons. Her hair is long and tied up in a bun. The woman and Tristan's mother drink tea using the fancy china cups.

"Have a seat dear," Tristan's mother says, and Tristan sits down at the table in the chair opposite that of his mother.

"Who is this?" Tristan asks.

"As you know, I'm going away on a business trip to Europe. I know the plan was to send you to stay at my sister's house. But that
wouldn't be fair to your Aunt, having to put up with you for a month when she has two girls in the house. I hired Miss Donner to
watch over the house and to umm.."

"Do what needs to be done," Miss Donner says.


Departure Day

Tristan's mother gets on the plane with his co-workers. It's a Saturday, so Tristan is free to take the ride over to the airport with
his mother. Miss Donner does extra duty as driver to the airport and back. Tristan spends the whole drive back talking to different
friends on the phone, telling them his mom will be gone for a month and he has all kinds of fun things lined up to do.

Back at the house Miss Donner tells Tristan the first rule: No Phone.
Tristan will take the phone to school. He will have the phone when he is away from the house, in case of emergencies. As soon
as Tristan comes home, he must turn the phone over to Miss Donner.

"If there is a need to make a phone call, just ask to use the phone. But your afternoons will not be spent in idle chatter. You
will focus on your homework and your daily chores. I'm not here to be the maid you know," Miss Donner says.

Rule number two: "I will choose what's for dinner. It will be a nutritious dinner. No more microwave food, no macaroni and frozen
pizza. You will become more fit in body as well as mind."

Rule number three: "Since you don't do sports, and PE at school is a joke, you will do an exercise routine daily, with variations on
types of exercises. What is beyond my understanding, you look like you have a good athletic body and agile enough for sports."

"I do skateboarding," Tristan says.

"Skateboarding may keep you in decent shape, but skateboarders are a bad influence. Those skater friends will not be allowed here.
And there will be other rules added as needed to turn you around from the path you are on."

"I'm not going to do any of that stuff. You can't make me," Tristan says defiantly.

"We'll see about that, Tristan. We'll see who wins out. The sooner you come around and cooperate fully, the better it will be for
you. I've come across boys like you before. You won't intimidate me. For this weekend you can pig out on the junk food that's in
the freezer. After all the crap is cleared out, I will restock with healthier choices," Miss Donner says, and she steps over to the
fridge and opens the freezer door. "Do you want fish sticks or the chicken nuggets?"

Miss Donner lets Tristan eat whatever he wants and basically do whatever he wants that night and the next day, Sunday.
Monday, the following morning, Miss Donner will lay down the law.


New Morning Routine

Tristan sets his time for 7:00 am to get up and ready for school. An hour is all he needs to get dressed, eat some cereal while
watching the Three Stooges on a cable channel, then leaving the bowl in the sink with some water sitting in it, then leaving
to walk to school at 8:00. Tristan's timer doesn't get to go off as planned.

At 6:30 am the light comes on in his room. Tristan wakes up to see Miss Donner standing by the door.

"Time to rise and shine."

Tristan looks over at the clock, sees it's thirty minutes till the alarm goes off.

"It's only 6:30. Why are you in my room?"

Miss Donner steps over to the bed, "You're starting a new morning routine," and the sheets are yanked down, revealing Tristan in
his tighty whities.

"Hey, what are you doing? I could've been naked under here."

Miss Donner stands by the bed, looking down at Tristan covering his crotch with his hands. "Get up young man. You know what
young men do in the Army, first thing they get up? The first thing they do is some pushups and knee bends and running, but we'll
save the running for another day. Come on, get out of that bed"

Tristan reluctantly gets out of bed, still covering himself.

"I want to see twenty knee bends and twenty pushups. This will increase as you get stronger," Miss Donner orders.

Tristan stands there, not saying anything, not doing anything, an unusual sight of a tall and slender nearly naked teenager being looked
upon by a small woman in a Governess uniform. Miss Donner lets him stand there till he makes some kind of decision, be it trying to storm
off or doing what he's been told. After a minute Tristan makes his decision. He moves a couple feet from the bed and stands in the most
open part of the bedroom.

Tristan begins doing knee bends, still clutching his hands to his crotch.

"Not like that. You reach out with both arms, straight out when you bend your knees. You look like you have to pee like a racehorse."

"I do have to pee," Tristan says, but he reaches out his arms and does the knee bends properly. Next, Tristan gets down on the floor
and knocks out twenty pushups. He does them with fairly good form and knocks them out quickly. Tristan actually has some strength
in his upper body, which one can't tell at all when he's wearing the baggy clothes he usually puts on.

Tristan finishes the pushups and he stands up. To his credit he doesn't hold his hands over the crotch anymore. Miss Donner looks the boy
over. Tristan's got potential, and he fills out his underwear nicely. Miss Donner bends down and looks closely at the front of Tristan's
underwear.

"Are those semen stains on your underwear?"

Tristan covers up again, his face turns red. Tristan walks over to a chair where his trousers and shirt are piled on. He grabs
his trousers.

"Wait just a minute. Is that the underwear you wore yesterday?"

"Umm yes. Same underwear I guess," Tristan says.

Miss Donner steps over and grabs the trousers out of Tristan's hand, tossing them back down on the chair. Tristan is grabbed by
the arm and he is escorted toward the door.

"Why are you grabbing me?"

"We are going to the bathroom. This problem needs some fixing," Miss Donner say, and she escorts the boy out of the bedroom
and down the hall, then into the bathroom. Tristan doesn't have to put up with this. He's 5;9", nearly half a foot taller than
Miss Donner. He could shove her aside and get dressed, but he lets the little woman take him to the bathroom.

At the sink, Miss Donner runs the water till it gets warm, then pulls up the stopper. The sink begins to fill with water.

"Take off your underwear," Miss Donner says.

Tristan's jaw drops, shocked at the request. The sink fills up and the hot water is turned off.

"You are going to wash your underwear. A fresh pair will be put on daily, and the dirty one you will hand wash in the sink.
You're not going to dump your filthy undies into the hamper for me to dirty my hands when doing the washing. Now take them
off or do I have to take them off of you."

Tristan stands there, not moving. Again, Miss Donner waits patiently for the boy to make a decision. Take off the underwear
or resist. Tristan takes off his underwear, covering himself the best he can with one hand, sliding the briefs down with the
other hand. Tristan tosses his briefs into the sink. With one hand he pushes it down into the water and tries to wash it one handed.

"You can't wash them with one hand. And use some hand soap from the pump."

Tristan looks over at Miss Donner, his face pleading silently, hoping for a reprieve of this cruel and unusual treatment at the hands
of his new Governess. Tristan gives in and places his other hand under the liquid soap pump, with his thumb pumps some soap
into his hand.

Tristan looks down at himself. The sink and the cabinet isn't high enough for him to hide his dick against. He's too tall, and the mirror
runs most of the length of the wall, everything can be seen from any location in the bathroom. Tristan's pubes are lightly haired for
a 15 year old boy. If one looked at the pubes alone, one might guess the boy was 13 years old. Everything else is well developed.

Tristan scrubs his underwear with both hands, and he looks over at Miss Donner. The Governess stands by the door, waiting and
watching and most likely noticing as Tristan's penis decides it's nearly 7 am and it's time to wake up. Tristan looks down. He can't control
his rapidly' lengthening penis. It swells to more than half way hard, and the head lays down on the sink near the basin. Tristan scrubs his
undies harder, hoping it will allow his focus to gain control over his penis. Tristan looks over at Miss Donner again and she is looking down
at it, then she looks up right into Tristan's eyes and she smiles.

Tristan's penis lurches upward. Getting up a half hour early has not prevented him from getting his usual morning hardon.

[TeenFan]

I'm planning to do a series of stories with Miss Donner, as she adjusts the attitude of different boys who have
different behavioral problems in need of professional help.

[TeenFan]

Training Tristan
a Miss Donner story
Part Two


Complaint Catastrophe

Tristan stands in front of the sink, both his hands on his underwear in the warm water, looking down at his out of control penis standing
up at attention. Never before has Tristan wished for a less sizeable dick. In another situation, Tristan could shove his seven and a quarter
inches in a girl's face and say "Hey Babe. You like what you see?" But the babe looking on is his new Governess, and he can't tell from her
smile if she's impressed or about to punish him.

"That's enough scrubbing. Drain the water," Miss Donner says, and Tristan lets go of the briefs and pushes down on the sink stopper. The
water in the sink begins to go down, but Tristan's stiff dick won't. It continues sticking up and over the edge of the sink, bobbing up n
down, up n down.

"Wring out your briefs and hang them up on the washcloth rack in the tub."

Tristan picks up the washed briefs and wrings out the water. Looking at the crotch area of the white underwear, Tristan tries to determine
if the light brown dried cum stain is less noticeable. Tristan pulls over the shower curtain and hangs the briefs on a washcloth bar to dry.
Tristan turns around and faces Miss Donner, stands next to the tub, and he waits for, for some indication of what he's supposed to do next.

"You said you have to pee. That may be difficult in your current condition, so I'm going to leave you in peace. Do your business, and brush
your teeth since you are already in here. Then return to your room. I'm going to look at the condition of your clothes." And with that,
Miss Donner leaves the bathroom, leaving the door open.

Tristan quickly steps over to the bathroom door and closes it, thankful there is a lock button on the handle.

Five minutes later, after the dick is droopy enough to pee, and the teeth are brushed, Tristan shows up at his bedroom wearing a
towel. Tristan walks toward the chair with his trousers on it.

"Stop right where you are," Miss Donner raises her voice at Tristan, and the boy stops in the middle of the room. "When I tell you to
get naked, you will not put anything on until I give you permission to do so. Remove that towel."

Tristan stands in place for a moment, looking surprised. Then Tristan's defiant side makes a resurgence.

"What do you mean, I can't cover up? This is my room. This is my fucking house."

Miss Donner steps up to Tristan and she slaps the much taller boy across the face, and while he's shocked at that, the towel is
pulled away from his hips. Tristan's penis is back down to regular size.

"You. You can't do that. You can't lay a hand on me. That...that's child abuse."

"I've hardly been abusive. I'm sure you've been treated worse by some of your horrible schoolmates," Miss Donner says, as she holds
the towel in her hand.

"I'm going to phone my mom and tell her how you've been trying to, to humiliate me."

"Trying? Dear boy, I've barely begun to try," Miss Donner says, and she pulls out the cellphone and holds it out to Tristan. "Go ahead,
call her. She'll be awake. It's seven hours ahead where she is in Europe. Go ahead, the number has been added to the contact list."

Tristan takes the phone, turns it on, finds the contact list and dials his mother.
Mrs. Johnston answers the phone.

"Mom, it's me, Tristan. You won't believe what Miss Donner is making me do. She's a nutjob. First she made me...what...umm,
yes I hear you. (long pause) But she's making me do things while I'm...just making me do things. (long pause) Yes. Yes mother,
goodbye."

Dejectedly Tristan looks down and reaches out his hand holding the phone. Miss Donner takes the phone and tucks it away.

"Well, what did she say?" Miss Donner asks, and she gets no answer. "Tell me Tristan. What did your mother say to you?"

"She said to do whatever you tell me to do."

"Very good. Now we are getting somewhere. What rule has just been added to your list? I believe it's the fourth rule I've given
you, about what you can not wear."

"If I'm told to get naked, I must get permission to get dressed." Tristan says, looking totally defeated.

"Excellent. Now let's go over the situation with your underwear," Miss Donner says, as she walks over to the dresser. The top
drawer is pulled open. "These briefs are all the white variety. Quite dull but functional. However, a surprising number of them
have those unsightly signs of cum stains on the front. I'm going to add underwear to the list of things you need. Maybe I'll make
you a little more fashionable with some red or blue Jockeys, or maybe even Calvin Klein briefs those hot young runway models
prance around in. You've got the body for it."

"You're my Governess. You're not supposed to be gawking at my body."

"Well, speaking of your body, or bodily functions, you seem to be having on ongoing issue with nocturnal emissions. We'll have
to find a way to remedy that."

"Nocturnal what? I don't know what nocturnal means."

"Vocabulary will be added to your study list. Nocturnal means nighttime, nighttime emissions. You know, wet dreams."

For the first time since the towel was ripped away from him, Tristan covers his crotch with his hands and his face turns red again.

"Now this is the cleanest looking pair I could find," Miss Donner says, and she tosses the white briefs to Tristan. "Now get dressed.
You are running behind. I'll be making you a nice breakfast of scrambled eggs and English muffins toasted with cheese and
butter," and with that, Miss Donner walks past Tristan and departs from the room.

Tristan looks at the front of the tighty white briefs closely, looking for signs of stains before slipping them on.

[Executionus]

I'm not gonna lie, part of me saw the title of this story and was expecting John Cena to start flipping bitches out of their clothes.

Interesting premise to this story, and I get the feeling this is just the tip of the iceberg for her plans.

Although I can definitely say that Tristan isn't half as defiant as any of the dudes I grew up with lol. Especially for a skater boy, holy cow. Then again I grew up in the 90s so it was the culture of the era to be violently disrespectful at all times. But yeah, I knew a guy in my teenage years who legitimately would've peed on this woman to demonstrate her place and that is not even slightly an exaggeration. Tristan getting weepy after a single slap tells me he's in for a ROUGH time.

[TeenFan]

Training Tristan
a Miss Donner story
Part Three

Skater On Thin Ice

What Tristan doesn't know, Miss Donner had been busy during the two days prior to his meeting her for the first time. Miss Donner had
gone with Mrs. Johnston to Tristan's school for a meeting with the school counselor. Miss Donner asked most of the questions. Mrs.
Johnston was shocked at the record Tristan had of complaints of bullying. Nobody had been hurt during these instances, but the school
counselor was concerned it could escalate. Tristan is a sophomore, and his targets are always freshman. Smaller boys are shoved aside
in the hallway. Younger girls the target for inappropriate comments about their physical attributes, or lack of sex appeal.

"Could you give me the names of these kids who have complained about Tristan?" Mrs. Johnston asks.

"I'm sorry, we can't give that out," says the counselor.

Miss Donner has also surveyed the neighborhood, asking every young person she sees "Do you know Tristan Johnston? You do. Is he friendly
with you?" Miss Donner has a list of names of kids who said Tristan was "NOT nice to them". She's making a list and checking it twice.

Miss Donner suspected Tristan would not come home immediately after school. Tristan took his skateboard with him. Miss Donner dressed
up in different clothes and let her hair down. She goes to the local skateboard ramps at 3:30 and waits nearby on a bench. Sure enough,
Tristan shows up. First thing he does is take off his shirt. Second thing he does is tell three younger kids they have to leave. The three kids
are two girls and a boy, each looking to be around 13 years old.

Another tall and thin teenage boy shows up. Miss Donner is close enough to hear Tristan say "Hey Joey" to the other skater. Now Miss Donner
knows who the Joey is that Mrs. Johnston had mentioned. Too soon to know if this Joey is a bad kid, or a decent kid under Tristan's bad
influence.

Tristan and Joey start their skateboarding and they are both pretty good. The three younger kids walk off. Miss Donner gets up and
walks after them. Tristan isn't paying any attention to the three kids he just kicked out, but if he was, he would have seen a small
woman talking to the kids, then the three kids following the woman, and she leads them away from the ramps, heading down the
street in the direction his house is.

At around 4:45 Tristan comes home. He parks his skateboard in the closet by the front door. Still shirtless, he holds the shirt in his
hand. Tristan walks into the living room to find three kids sitting on the couch, the same kids Tristan had kicked out from the skate
ramps. He stares in total surprise at the three kids sitting in his living room.

"What the Hell are you doing here?"

Miss Donner steps in from the kitchen. She has her Governess uniform back on and her hair is back in the bun.

"I invited them in. I had a nice chat with Bunny, Clara, and Ian.

"You can't just let strangers into the house," Tristan says

"But they're not strangers. I've already gotten to know a lot about them. Bunny is 13, Clara and Ian are both 12. Several times you
told these kids to get out of the way and you take over the skater ramps.

"You said you didn't like skaters," says Tristan.

"Well, these three I like, and they are going to help me decide what to do with you." Miss Donner says, and she steps over and grabs
the shirt out of Tristan's hand. "You smell like a sweaty mop and I'd have you wash up before meeting guests. But these are skate kids
and they're probably used to smelling sweaty boys."

"He does sweat a lot. I've noticed that," Bunny says.
"Bunny would know. She likes to watch Tristan, even though he's an asshole half the time," Clara says.
"I watch him. He's got some bitchin flip tricks," Ian says.

"Interesting. Tristan, these three all say they like to watch you. I'm sure they will enjoy watching you get spanked."

For a moment Tristan and the three kids are in shocked silence.

"Fuckin A" says Ian.
"Really? We get to see him spanked?" says Bunny.

Apparently, Clara is too surprised to say anything. Tristan turns to face Miss Donner.

"There is no way I'm getting spanked. You're not big enough to do it," Tristan says, getting menacingly close, but Miss Donner stands
her ground.

"We'll help you hold him down if you need our help," says Bunny.

Tristan looks over at the three kids on the couch. Bunny stands up. Ian stands up and then Clara gets up. It's going to be four against one
and Tristan may act in a rash manner at times, but he takes a moment to think things through. He's probably strong enough to fight the
little woman and the three kids, but how would that look for him? If he hurts any of them that could mean...well, trouble for him. Tristan
backs away from Miss Donner.

"So you agree you were wrong to prevent these kids from using the skate ramps." Miss Donner asks.

"Yes. I was wrong. I won't do that again." Tristan says, hoping this apology is enough.

"Do you agree you should be punished," Miss Donner asks. "Do you admit you are deserving of getting spanked?"

Tristan looks over at Bunny, Clara, and Ian. Each of them is trying not to laugh. Tristan looks down at the floor.
"Yes," Tristan says.

"What was that? Say it again so we can hear you," Miss Donner says.

"Yes. I should be spanked."

Miss Donner turns Tristan around, so he is facing away from the couch, standing around eight feet from the couch.

"Sit down kids, sit down. I'll let you three vote on this. Should this be a bare bottom spanking?"

"No, not that," says Tristan and he wants to turn back around, but Miss Donner holds him in place.

"You don't get a vote in this Tristan. Now Bunny, you vote for bare bottom or clothes on?"

Bunny doesn't take long in voting, "Bare bottom of course."

"I vote bare bottom," says Clara.

"No need for Ian to vote, we already have a majority. Tristan, take off your pants and your underwear."

Tristan can hear giggling behind him. The three punk kids are going to see his naked butt while Miss Donner spanks him.
Tristan takes off his pants. Miss Donner takes the pants from his hands and tosses them to the side of the couch. Tristan takes off
his underwear and the same thing, tossed toward the couch, and Tristan stands with his backside on full view to the three kids.

"That's a cute butt," says Bunny, and all three laugh.

"I will administer ten swats for each of you three, or you can choose to spank him yourself, giving him ten spanks. Choose the method
and positioning of Tristan's body for these punishments."

"What? What do you mean by positioning? That wasn't in the deal." Tristan protests, knowing it's hopeless at this point.

"Ian, you go first. How should Tristan be spanked?"

After a few moments to think, Ian comes up with his punishment position, "He spreads his legs, bends over and grabs his ankles."

Tristan turns his head around to the left, looks back and flashes Ian an angry look.

"That's an excellent choice Ian. Okay Tristan, spread your feet apart three feet, then bend over and grab those ankles."

More laughing from the peanut gallery on the couch. Tristan looks down at his feet. He spreads them what seems like three feet
apart. He bends over and grabs the ankles.

"Oh shit. Look at his balls," Clara says.
"I can sorta see his dick hanging down," says Bunny

Tristan looks back toward the couch, down between his legs. The cock and balls and making quite a dangling show for the three on the
couch.

"For a better angle you can sit on the floor. Go ahead, get off the couch." Miss Donner suggests.

From his upside down view, Tristan sees the two girls quickly get off the couch to sit down on the floor in front of the couch. This brings
the girls a couple feet closer to his ass, and with a better view of his hanging testicles and dick. Even Ian gets down to sit next to clara.

"I want to get a picture of this," Bunny says, and she pulls out a phone.

"No. No photos. We will leave Tristan with some dignity. No setting him up for potential blackmail," Miss Donner says.

Bunny puts the phone away, and the spanks begin. They are not ten quick swats of the hand on his butt. Miss Donner takes her sweet time.
A spank followed by a few seconds delay, then another spank, then some circular rubbing of her hand on his ass which gets the girls
squealing. The ten swats probably takes thirty seconds. "You may stand up," Miss Donner says.

Tristan stands up and puts his legs closer together. The swats didn't really hurt, not like the ones the vice principal gives at school.

"Can he face us?" asks Bunny.

"Of course he can. Turn around and face your accusers, Tristan."

Tristan turns around but he places his hands in front of his crotch.

"Hey, can he do that?" asks Bunny.

"He can cover up for now. When you choose the method of spanking, you also choose how to position him, remember. Clara, how should
he be spanked?"

"He has some nice muscles. He puts his feet on the couch and he does pushups. When he pushes up he gets a swat."

"That's an interesting position," Miss Donner says, "He does need to work on his pushups. Tristan, feet on the couch and hands on
the floor."

Tristan looks over at Miss Donner. "This is such..." and decides not to finish the sentence. Tristan steps over to the couch, his feet are
in between Clara's and Ian's bodies sitting on the floor. Then he turns around and places his hands on the floor. Tristan lifts a foot and
places it on the couch. He's too far back and he shifts his hands forward half a foot, then places both feet on the couch.
Bunny, Clara and Ian move to where they can get a good side view of Tristans's body, mainly a view of the penis and testicles hanging down.

"Now that's what I call hangin," says Bunny. "That was a great choice."

Tristan bends his elbows bringing his upper body toward the floor. He pushes up and when his arms are fully extended there is a hard slap
on his ass. There is much laughing at him again, as this body goes up and down doing the pushups and getting the slaps on the ass.
After the 5th swat, "Clara, you want to finish spanking him?" To which she says "YES" and she moves closer and slaps her hand on Tristan's
butt at the top position of the next five pushups.

Tristan quickly gets up and steps away from the couch. This time, when he turns around to face the three kids, he doesn't cover up.

"Not covering up Tristan?" Miss Donner asks.

"Is there any point to it?" says Tristan.

"No. Not really. You're catching on. Now Bunny, what will be his last punishment?" asks Miss Donner.

"When he gets spanked, I want him to play with himself."

Clara and even Ian laugh hysterically at this.

"No. Not that. I won't do that." Tristan says, but without much volume or projection to his voice.

"When he "plays with it" do you want it soft or hard?"

It takes a few seconds for Bunny to realize exactly what Miss Donner meant by that. "Hard. Yes it must be hard."

"You're really going to make him get a boner?" says Ian

"Tristan, as soon as your penis is stiff, I will administer the final set of swats. The longer it takes you to get fully erected the longer
this will take."

"The longer this takes. (laughs) It's gonna get longer alright," Ian says, knowing a little more about dicks than the two girls.

Tristan looks over at Miss Donner. One last chance to be shown some mercy, but none is coming, so Tristan places his left hand on his dick
and he starts to jerk it. It's not wanting to rise. Tristan picks up on the speed of his hand. He turns to look at Clara's face. Bunny is the
13 year old, but Clara has the prettier face and so Tristan focuses on that face, imagining what he would do with that face in a different
circumstance, how he would shove this dick down her throat...and wallah...hard dick popping up.

"Wow, look at that thing," says Clara, who would not be as happy if she knew what Tristan was wanting to do with his "Thing".

Tristan's dick is fully erected, and his seven and one quarter inches has Bunny speechless.
Miss Donner proceeds with the ten swats and Tristan hardly feels them.
Thirty seconds later the swatting stops.

"You can stop with the jerking off now," Miss Donner says, but Tristan is really getting into it now, got a rhythm going. Hand furiously
jerking back and forth...and Miss Donner pulls his hand away. Tristan's dick swings up and down and then a little side to side. Bunny,
Clara, and Ian are mesmerized by it. "If you get to feeling too good you won't have learned your lesson. Okay kids, the show is over
for today. Looking forward to seeing each of you sometime in the near future."

Bunny, Clara, and Ian get to their feet.

"Now shake their hands and thank them for stopping by to see you." Miss Donner says.

Tristan steps over to shake Bunny's hand, then the other two kid's hands. "Thank you for coming." says Tristan.

Miss Donner opens the front door.
"It was nice to get to know you better," says Bunny
"You got a hell of a dick dude," says Ian
Clara doesn't know what to say, she just keeps staring down at Tristan's treasures.

Miss Donner gets the three kids outside. "Come back anytime", and the door is closed.

"Miss Donner. Can I go to my room now?" Tristan asks.

Miss Donner looks down at Tristan's still throbbing hard penis. "Go take a shower, and think how sharing the skate park is the better
way to go. Go on, get out of here."

Tristan rushes off to the bathroom, leaving his clothes behind lying on the floor.

[TeenFan]

Training Tristan
a Miss Donner story
Part Four

The Postman Always Strips Twice

After the encounter with Bunny, Clara and Ian, after the three rounds of spankings and the humiliating ways he had to present his body to
the three kids, Tristan was as horny as he's ever been. Tristan is sooo thankful to be told "Hit the showers". As soon as he's under the water,
he wastes no time in grabbing the bar of soap, lathering up his hands and going to work on his hard dick.

A half hour later, Tristan enters the kitchen wearing his bathrobe. Miss Donner is at a counter, getting vegetables ready for chopping into
a salad. Tristan walks over to the fridge and gets out a can of Ginger Ale.

"Tristan, I think you forgot something,"

Tristan looks over at Miss Donner. "Forget?"

"What is the 4th rule, Tristan?" Miss Donner asks.

"Oh shit. I forgot."

"What did you forget?"

"I can't put anything on till you tell me to." Tristan says, as he puts the can of soda down and takes off his bathrobe.

"Your clothes are still lying on the floor in the living room. Please take them to your room, then report back to me." Miss Donner says,
as she washes a couple celery sticks under the faucet.

Tristan walks into the living room, picks up his jeans, shirt and undies, then carries these plus his robe to his room. He returns to
the kitchen as requested.

"I'm sorry I forgot about that Miss Donner. Am I going to be punished?"

"No I'm not going to punish you. But could you get the mail for me please."

Tristan looks at Miss Donner, dumbstruck. Miss Donner picks up a carrot and starts grating it into a bowl.

"Miss Donner, the mailbox is at the street."

"I know where the mailbox is. Now hurry up, you have to do your homework."

Tristan picks up the can of Ginger Ale, and he downs the whole can, looking like a young cowboy at a saloon bar, downing some
liquid courage before facing his first gunslinger. Miss Donner picks up a large knife and she motions with it toward the front door.

Tristan leaves the kitchen, enters the living room, then he opens the front door. The time is 5:45, there will be lots of cars going by
the house, dads coming home from work or walking their dogs. Kids might be playing in the street. Tristan looks out and doesn't
see any kids in the street. The mailbox looks a long way off. Tristan steps out onto the porch, still doesn't see anybody, so he
covers himself and runs for the mailbox. He reaches the mailbox and pulls the box open, reaches his hand in and grabs a stack of mail,
and that's when he hears the whistling behind him. Tristan turns and sees two kids on bikes coming close. Tristan recognizes them,
but doesn't know their names, a girl age 10 and her brother who is 12.

"Who is that?" the girl on the bike asks.
"I think his name is Tristan," the girl's brother says.
"Why is he naked?"

Tristan ignores them, turns to look toward his house and notices Angela, the girl who lives next door. Angela, who is 14, sits on the
steps of her front porch.

"Oh shit," Tristan says, and he runs toward his house, holding the mail in one hand and his crotch with the other hand. Angela stands up
to get a better look. Tristan reaches the porch steps just as Miss Donner steps out of the house. Miss Donner stands in front of the
door and Tristan can't run inside.

"Wow, that's a lot of mail," Miss Donner says, and she holds out her hand.

Tristan hands the mail over, and Miss Donner starts looking through the stack of letters. Tristan looks back toward the street. The boy
and girl have stopped their bikes by the curb and are both watching. Tristan looks over at the neighbor's yard and Angela has stepped
away from the porch and can still see him. She's standing in the middle of her yard.

"Oh No," Miss Donner says, "The mailman gave us the wrong letter. This one is for the Anderson's. Isn't that right next door? Take this
letter and put it in their mailbox." Miss Donner looks over in the direction of the neighbor's house and sees the girl standing in the
yard. "Who is that?"

"That's Angela. She lives next door."

"Well, that makes it easy. You can give it to her," and Miss Donner shouts toward the neighbor girl. "Hello there Angela. We got some
of your mail. Tristan will bring it over to you."

Having to jerk it while getting spanked in front of Bunny, Clara, and Ian was bad enough, but he barely knew them. Having to walk next
door while naked, to give Angela a letter seems worse. He's known Angela for years, been secretly spying on her for quite some time.
She developed early and had nice boobs showing at thirteen years old. A few times Tristan had gotten a glimpse of her in a bra through
her bedroom window. Sometimes she forgot to close her curtains.

Tristan steps down from the porch, and turns toward the neighbor's yard. As he approaches the yard, the two kids in the street drop
their bikes and they walk into the neighbor's yard. Tristan approaches Angela.

"Here's your mail," Tristan says, and he holds out the letter.

"Thank you Tristan," Angela says, and she puts her hand in front of her mouth to stifle the giggles. The ten year old girl makes no attempt
the stifle the giggles coming out of her, and her older brother is grinning.

"Why are you out here with no clothes on?" the boy asks, "Did you lose a bet?"

Tristan is not about to take the time to explain his situation to these kids, and he's about to turn around..
"Oh Fuck" Tristan says.

Coming down the sidewalk is Mrs. Deagle and her damn beagle. Mrs. Deagle is around 70 years old and is a terror to kids who stray
on her lawn. Mrs. Deagle lives one house down from the Anderson's and she has a swimming pool in her back yard. Mrs. Deagle's
grandkids rarely come over and the pool has been drained for some time. Mrs. Deagle caught Tristan and Joey skateboarding in her
pool when they thought she wasn't home. The police were called.

Now Mrs. Deagle, led by her beagle, walk up the sidewalk and into the Anderson's yard.

"Who is that? Is he harassing you young lady? Is this naked boy exposing himself to you kids? Oh, it's Tristan. I remember you, you
hoodlum. I'm calling the police."

"You don't have to do that Mrs. Deagle. He's just delivering my mail." says Angela.

"Looks mighty suspicious to me. A young man delivering mail while buck nekkid," and Mrs. Deagle steps up close. Her beagle is licking
Tristan's feet and Tristan, who doesn't like the beagle, is glad the dog isn't of some much larger variety.
"Show it to me and I won't call the police." Mrs. Deagle says, and she winks at Tristan.

Tristan looks over at Angela and she is gripped by the giggles, her body shaking, her perky boobs shaking.
Tristan looks over at the two younger kids. Both of them are staring at his hands, waiting for what's behind the curtain to be
revealed. Tristan knows for a fact the old lady will call the cops on him, since she did it before.

Tristan takes his hands away from his crotch and his dick springs forward. Being in the presence of Angela and that cute body of hers,
some hardening was happening behind the hands, even though he had just jerked off in the shower only half an hour earlier.
Angela silently mouths 'oh my god'. The ten year old girl squeals like she's at the pig races in a Kansas town, and her brother just stares
at it. Mrs. Deagle has a strange smile on her face.

"I haven't seen a boy your age in over fifty years. Thank you, Tristan." Then the old lady turns toward Angela. "If you can keep your hand
off of that, you're a good candidate for a nunnery. You know why they are called nuns? When it comes to fun, they don't get none."
and Mrs. Deagle laughs, and she steps up even closer to Tristan. "You want to do that skateboarding stuff in my pool, just let me know
first, so I can watch," and Mrs. Deagle pinches Tristan on the ass. This gets even the twelve year old boy laughing, and this is most likely
the strangest audience a naked teenage boy has ever had in that town.

Tristan covers himself up again. Mrs. Deagle gets her beagle walking back toward the sidewalk.

"Umm, I gotta go," says Tristan.

"Can we see him again?" the younger girl asks, and her brother answers "I ahh, I guess so. Maybe."

"I'll be seeing you around Tristan," Angela says. "Thanks again for the show, I mean the mail."

Tristan turns around and he runs for his house. This time Miss Donner lets him pass and go inside.

[Jeepman89]

I really enjoyed this chapter. I love it when a guy is stark naked out in the open with giggling girls seeing him and he can do nothing about it. Well done. I look forward to more of this.

[TeenFan]

The giggling girls are expected and the young girls will have plenty of hands on action to come soon.
I like to add unexpected characters into the mix: Mrs. Deagle and her beagle.
I stole the name from "Gremlins" of course.

[GeekGuy]

Cool story I like how it's going. The push up spanks was a good one. And I could see Angela getting a spanking invite in the future

[TeenFan]

Training Tristan
a Miss Donner story
Part Five

Settling Into The Routine

Tristan doesn't argue when he's told to sit down at the dining room table and do his homework. For Tristan's mother this was a constant battle.
Even when Tristan sat at the table with a school book open, he was more likely to be drawing figures of scantily clad girls in his "Girl Notebook".
Tristan sits at the table, happy to be doing homework for the first time in his life. Miss Donner told him to put some clothes on and he has
on shorts and a tank top. As he works on some math problems, Miss Donner sets the table and gets the dinner finished.

Dinner has some things Tristan isn't fond of, Brussel Sprouts, but the butter sauce with basil is so good, even Brussel Sprouts had a level of
enjoyment. Tristan asks for seconds of the cream of spinach soup. Tristan has had a hamburger patty before of course, but not a patty
smothered with sauteed onions, mushrooms, and a brown gravy. Miss Donner can cook...and then she says "I make the dinner. You wash
the dishes". Tristan is shocked and dismayed at how many pots and pans go into cooking a real meal, and just for two people.

As Tristan washes dishes, Miss Donner goes over more of his new daily routine.

"You took a shower earlier. Keep in mind you will have an afternoon or early evening exercise routine, so get used to showering twice a day.
Did you jerk off during your shower today?"

"How can you ask me such a thing? That's private." Tristan says, doing his best to look indignant.

"I'm putting you down for a Monday and Friday masturbation, you know, to drain the tank and make it less likely to wake up with a mess
in your underwear."

"I wish you wouldn't talk about me that way. It's embarrassing." Tristan says, as he gets the last pan washed and placed in the dish
drainer.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. That's just the way a boy's body operates. It's not your fault your testicles are in constant
spermination mode. If you didn't drain the tank earlier you'll have to do it now."

"Okay, I admit it. I jerked off in the shower." Tristan wants to stick his head in the garbage disposal and flip the switch.

"That takes care of today. Now before bed, don't forget to wash your underwear and hang it up to dry. After school tomorrow, I'll
take you to pick out some new clothes. You can dress like a skater when you are skating, but you need some better clothes for
school."

Tristan spends the rest of the evening in his room, except for when he washed his undies and hung them up to dry in the tub. Tristan
was glad this day was over, the strangest day he's ever had.

Over the next couple days Tristan settles into his routine. Get up at 6:30 with Miss Donner checking the front of his underwear for
any signs of slime. He does his knee bends, pushups, and toe touches. After eating a good breakfast, he is off to school. The evening
is homework, then dinner, and now Miss Donner is letting him watch the tv in the living room. This is followed by the evening exercises
with pullups (Miss Donner had a pullup bar installed at the top of the doorframe of his bedroom) and situps and leg stretches. Tristan
showers after exercising and it's soon time for lights out.

Balls Deep In Disgrace

Each day, right after school is out, Miss Donner does more research and observation of the neighborhood. Turns out Tristans's skate
buddy, the 14 year old Joey, isn't under Tristan's bad influence. Joey is a dirty rotten scoundrel who picks on the elementary school
kids, robs them of their money and sometimes their clothes. Joey made a ten year old girl run home in just her panties. It seems
Joey is a bad influence on Tristan and something needs to be done about Joey.

Miss Donner takes Tristan to his Aunt's house. Tristan can't be part of this. He might try to come to the aid of his buddy and mess
everything up. Miss Donner recruits the girl next door, Angela, to be her secret agent. Angela will be at the skate ramps when Joey
shows up and she will use her feminine charms on the boy. Joey lusts after Angela, same as every other teenage boy in the neighborhood.

When Joey shows up at the skate ramp, he's surprised to see Angela sitting by one of the ramps. Angela is wearing the tightest fitting
tank top she has, one she was going to pitch out, her breasts pushing out and stretching the material, making the lines of her bra visible.
Always eager to show off for a girl like Angela, Joey takes off his shirt. Joey is super thin. His ribs show, but all the muscle he has shows
too. "Oooh, nice body Joey" Angela says, and the boy beams in delight and he starts off with his skating. Joey looks back every couple
minutes to make sure Angela is still watching him.

"Hey Joey" Angela shouts at the boy, and Joey skates over. "It's a little embarrassing, but for some time I've had this fantasy."

"A fantasy? Cool, what about?" Joey asks, his eyes gleaming, mouth grinning, and Angela can see the boy is desperately in need of braces
on his teeth.

"I've been wanting to see a boy do his tricks while just wearing his boxers. I've heard stories that happened here before."

"That did happen here, a year ago. Tristan stripped down to his tighty whities. He doesn't even own boxers which is so weird," Joey says.

Wow, too bad I missed that. If you skate with your pants off, I'll let you kiss me afterwards."

Joey takes off his baggy trousers and he drops them right at Angela's feet. He kicks up his board and does some more tricks.

"One more thing Joey. I want to see if you can do a trick with your eyes closed."

"Of course I can. I can do all the easy ones with my eyes shut." the skate boy boasts.

Angela stands up, and she pulls out a strip of cloth from a pocket. "To be sure you're not cheating, will you put this blindfold on?"
Joey hesitates and Angela says, "Come on Joey. Last thing then you can kiss me."

Joey puts the blindfold on and he pushes off with a foot while standing on the board, and Joey can flip his board without needing
to see. As soon as Joey comes down off of his flip, there is a gathering of people around him. Many hands grab hold of Joey's body.

"Hey, what is this?" Joey shouts out, and he is dragged up to a fence. His wrists are tied, arms spread wide.
"Help. Somebody help me," Joey screams, but the only ones close enough to hear the scream are his captors. The blindfold is pulled
off, and Joey can see who has him captive, and tied to the fence. Angela stands in front of him with Bunny, Clara, and Ian. A dozen
more kids, mostly boys but a few girls, all 10 to 12 years old. All the youngsters who have been kicked out of the skate ramps or
been bullied by Joey are standing before him as judge and jury. The one person Joey doesn't see is the little woman sitting on the bench
nearby, watching with small binoculars.

"What is this? Why am I tied up?"

"You are guilty of being an asshole and a bully. You are about to be punished," Angela says. "Take off his boxers."

The boxers are pulled down and off of Joey's legs, as the boy begs for mercy "No, please don't", only to get a chorus of laughter as a reply.
Joey's dick and balls are out for all the kids to see, to point at and laugh at.

Joey's feet are spread wide and tied to the fence. Angela takes out a lipstick, and she writes on the boy's chest and stomach:

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO BULLIES

Angela backs away, and all the kids move forward to spit on the tied up boy. With so many spitters, in a minutes time, Joey is covered
from face to crotch in runny saliva. Ian, being the oldest boy, knows how to hock up the snot and blasts Joey on the nose.
Joey starts to cry but this doesn't end his torment. Angela takes another strip of cloth, and she ties one end of it around Joey's balls.
Joey is of average size and his balls are kinda tight, so Angela has to pull down on them, manipulate them some to get the balls more
loose and dangly. She wants the cloth to be snug but not too tight. With the other end of the cloth strip, she ties a knot around a
wheel of Joey's skateboard. The skateboard is left to hang, several inches off the ground, suspended by Joey's testicles, which are pulled
down another inch or so from the weight of the skateboard.

"Can we yank his balls off?" one of the little girls asks.

"No, were not going to hurt him, just teach him a lesson," Angela tells the little girl, who looks disappointed at not getting to see
a castration. Angela takes out her cellphone and snaps off several pictures.

"You can't leave me like this," Joey shouts, but that is exactly what his tormenters do. Joey is left to hang on the fence. For the next
hour, large groups of kids come by the ramps to laugh at and heckle the tied up boy with the skateboard hanging by the balls.
The word got around the neighborhood quickly.

That was the last time Joey was seen at the skateboard ramps.