Andy's Embarrassing Over the Knee Spanking

[Blondie]

Chapter 8: The Schoolyard

The lunch bell sounded, which for Andy was a "good news, bad news" scenario. The good news was that he would at least temporarily escape the relentless, humiliating teasing at the hands of Miss Prescott. The bad news was that he would have to go outside wearing a form-fitting pink leotard, complete with bunny ears, a bunny tail and pink ballet slippers.

For me you can just switch that order around to "bad news, good news."

"Andrea and Mia," said Miss Prescott, "I'd like you to once again serve as Andrew's escorts. I do hope he doesn't give you any trouble this time."

Mia and I gleefully sprang from our chairs and walked swiftly to the front of the room.

"Mr. Cunningham," she continued, "I will be considering your upcoming punishment while you are gone. I fully expect that you will be on your best behavior, lest you wish that punishment to be even more unpleasant than whatever I settle on."

Miss Prescott had one final directive as we were on our way out the door. "Andrew, you best be cooperative with your chaperones. If I hear of any misbehavior on your part, there will be consequences."

This day just keeps getting better!

* * * * *

It was a festive atmosphere as we paraded through the hallway. The three of us led the way hand-in-hand, while our classmates walked in single file, per usual.

"Oh, Andy, you look adorable in your bunny suit," teased Mia as we walked along. She leaned forward and stared at his crotch for a few steps. "And I love how we can see cute Little Andy poking at us from your pretty leotard." With that she took the object of her attention between her thumb and index finger of her free hand and gave it a playful jiggle.

"Hey! Stop it!" screamed the horrified Andy as he pulled his hand from Mia's and pushed her other hand away from his violated boyhood. Instead of reprimanding him she just giggled, reached behind him and took hold of the material that was already exposing part of his butt cheek and pulled it up higher. "Knock it off!" yelled Andy as he reached back and pulled it back as far as it would go—which wasn't very far. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, I reached behind him and pulled up the other side, eliciting the same reaction. "Stop doing that, goddammit!" he shouted while again readjusting the leotard as best he could. Grinning, I patted the bare part of his behind, and we again took his hands as we walked down the stairs toward the exit, while the giggling behind us echoed throughout the hallway.

"Did Miss Prescott see you naked when you changed into your leotard?" I asked.

"No!" answered Andy defensively.

"Really? Are you sure? I'll bet she saw your petite little pee pee when she made you take off your underpanties," I countered.

"No, she didn't! I changed in the bathroom."

"Sure you did," I answered sarcastically.

"Maybe we can see him naked like Miss Prescott did," joined Mia.

"No!" cried Andy. "And she didn't!" Mia and I just giggled as we continued on.

We reached our exit, and we felt Andy stop and stiffen as we tried to lead him through the doorway. He surveyed the closed off courtyard, the lunch area that was reserved for the seventh and eighth grade girls. The seventh graders started lunch earlier (our lunch time overlapped with theirs), so they were already out there, which certainly contributed to Andy's apprehension.

The boys separated from us and headed for their exit, most of them looking back and grinning at Andy as they passed him by. Andy, hoping for the lesser of two humiliations (barely!), tried to extricate himself from our grips and go join them. Of course, we would have none of it. "You're staying with us, silly boy," I said. "You're wearing a leotard, bunny ears and ballerina slippers, and you are showing off your girly legs. You belong with us."

"Besides," Mia chimed in. "We're having too much fun with you. And you look so darling," she said as she leaned into him and adjusted the bunny ears. "I'm not letting you out of my sight, bunny boy." She let her hands drop down to where they were low on his hips. I think the last two or three fingers of each hand were touching the exposed part of his booty. Andy, uncomfortable with the close contact, managed to wriggle free. We again took his hands, then coaxed him into venturing outside.

* * * * *

It didn't take long for the seventh-grade girls to become aware of the thirteen-year-old boy in their midst, who was wearing a pink leotard, bunny ears and a very red face. Word traveled quickly, and by the time we had led him to the middle of the courtyard all eyes were on him, and the giggling was pronounced.

"Oh, Andy, you're going to be the star of the lunch hour," teased Mia. "You already have a lot of admirers."

The three of us sat down on the nearest bench to eat our lunch—with Andy in the middle, of course. Mia and I delved into our lunch bags, while Andy didn't seem to have much of an appetite. Go figure.

"I wonder what Andy's punishment is going to be?" I asked as I bit into my tuna fish sandwich.

"Good question," responded Mia. "Maybe she'll make him get naked." She paused, while Andy fidgeted in his seat and I smiled hopefully at the prospect. "I'd really like to see Andy naked," continued Mia. "What do you think, Andy? Would you like to get naked for us?" asked Mia as she put her hand on Andy's bare thigh.

"No!" said Andy while he brushed Mia's hand away.

"I wouldn't do that again if I were you," warned Mia. She put her hand back on Andy's thigh. Andy, knowing that the threat of Miss Prescott loomed large, did not resist. She started caressing his thigh up and down. "I can't resist doing this, Andy," she said. "Your legs are so smooth and pretty, and there is even more to see now than there was when you were wearing your underpanties." I watched as she moved her hand to his inner thigh and used her fingertips to delicately toy with him. She wiggled her fingers menacingly close to his crotch, causing Andy to contract his hips and stiffen in his seat. "Oh, I'm sorry, is that a sensitive area?" laughed Mia. She rested her hand on his upper thigh, while Andy sat rigidly.

Mia's fun was about to be interrupted, at least temporarily. Most of the fresh witnesses of Andy's condition had been content to admire him from a distance, but a quartet of seventh grade girls were approaching us. They stopped a few feet in front of us, then one of the girls—seemingly their ringleader—boldly approached Andy and stuck out her hand. "Hi, my name's Veronica," the pretty young brunette said.

Andy was not at all interested in engaging the assertive seventh grader, and he tried to ignore her. I nudged him in the ribs fairly hard with my elbow, and he rather meekly held out his hand without looking up and gave her a flimsy handshake without a word.

"His name is Andy," said Mia. "Andy, you should stand up when you're meeting someone new." Mia moved her hand from Andy's thigh to one of his butt cheeks, then squeezed it. Andy popped up from his seat and stood facing the girl. She looked him up and down and smiled. I'm sure it was obvious to her that his attire was not at all his own choosing.

"Why are you dressed like that?" she asked. Andy looked like he was searching for words, but nothing came out.

"He's being punished," said Mia. "Our substitute teacher has all of his clothes, and he's not getting them back until after school."

This juicy revelation brought grins to Veronica and her friends' faces. "Really?" said Veronica, wide-eyed.

"Not only that, but he.....Andy," said Mia. "Tell Veronica what you were wearing before Miss Prescott made you put on the bunny suit for lunch."

Andy paused for a long time before saying very softly, "Underwear."

"Seriously? He was stripped to his underwear?" said Veronica, grinning with an incredulous look on her face.

"Just his underpants, to be more specific," said Mia with a smug smile. "Andy, tell Veronica what you're supposed to call your underpants."

Andy knew Mia would not relent until he said it, so he got it over with. "Underpanties," he said.

"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Veronica. "You were wearing only your underpants—I mean your underpanties?" she giggled. "What color were they?"

Andy didn't answer, so Mia helped him out. "He wears tighty-whities," she said.

"Oh, I wish I could have seen that," laughed Veronica. "How embarrassed you must have been!" She looked at his glowing face. "Kind of like you are now," she added.

Andy tried to sit back down, but Mia stopped him with both palms. "I don't think she's finished talking to you," she said as she pushed him back, so he was facing Veronica again.

The confident girl became more emboldened. She looked down at his crotch and said, "You know, we can see the shape of your thingy." She paused as she continued to stare, then said, "It's not very big," eliciting giggles from all of us.

"We call it Little Andy," said Mia with an impish grin. Everyone laughed heartily while Andy blushed crimson and reactively covered Little Andy with both hands.

After the laughter subsided somewhat Veronica went in a different direction. She looked at Mia and me and asked, "Have you made him hop around like a bunny?"

Mia and I looked at each other and grinned. We hadn't thought of that, but the looks on our faces indicated that we both thought it was an exquisite idea. "We haven't," replied Mia. "But there's no time like the present," she said while smiling at Andy.

Mia and I stood up, and the six of us waited expectantly for Andy to hop around. But he was apparently not interested in doing our bidding. "Come on, Andy," urged Mia. "Hop like a bunny for us."

"I'm not going to do that," declared Andy firmly.

"Oh, but I think you will," countered Mia. "Think about it, bunny boy. If Miss Prescott doesn't get a good report from us, there's no telling what she'll do to you." Mia paused to let that sink in. "She might have you do the bunny hop naked." Again she paused. "Now that I think about it, I'd really like to see that," she said with a chuckle.

Again we waited. Andy stood there, contemplating his sorry situation. And then, out of the blue, he did it. He hopped up in the air. Twice. It wasn't much of a hop—he didn't even bend his knees, and he probably didn't get more than an inch or two off the ground—but he did submit to our demands, which brought a smile to my face. Of course, that was not going to be enough, and it was the determined seventh grader who chastised Andy.

"No, that's not a bunny hop!" chided Veronica. "Hop like a bunny, like this!" she said while demonstrating an exaggerated bunny hop. "And hold your hands out, like this." She held her hands out and put her palms together with her fingers facing skyward, as one might do in prayer.

Andy was resigned to his latest debasement, so, much to our entertainment, he began hopping around like a bunny, with his hands posed as Veronica had instructed. It was quite the spectacle. He was bouncing around like a—well, like a bunny. And to add to the hilarity, Miss Prescott had applied the big, round bunny tail somewhat loosely, so it was bobbing up and down with his every hop. And his humiliation was intensified by the fact that it was a seventh grader who was leading the charge. Veronica made him follow her all around the schoolyard while shrieks of laughter rang throughout.

I was, of course, enjoying the scene immensely. My bratty brother was being forced to cater to our every whim, and he was in the throes of humiliation. At that moment I didn't think life could possibly get any better.

* * * * *

The bell rang, which meant the seventh graders had to return to class. Veronica's fun was over, but she was still giddy with exhilaration as she parted ways with her favorite bunny. "Thank you, Andy!" she called out as she walked away. "You're the best bunny ever!" She took a few more steps before turning around with a parting shot. "And thanks for sharing Little Andy with us!" With that she scampered off to the building, laughing all the while.

Mia and I were still giggling ourselves when we took our seats on the bench to finish our lunch. "Let's see, where were we before that wonderful interruption?" asked Mia as we sat down, again with Andy in the middle. "Oh yeah, I was enjoying Andy's pretty legs," she said. With that she put her left hand on Andy's thigh while using her right hand to eat an apple. Andy started to reach for her hand, but then thought better of it, heeding Mia's earlier warning about us giving Miss Prescott a bad report. I think he must have decided that, though Mia and I (especially Mia!) were causing him considerable torment, he was quite aware that it would not compare to the humiliation that Miss Prescott could inflict on him. After seeing her in action, and especially after subsequently reading her Felicity book, I'd say he was correct in that assessment.

I watched as Mia stroked the top of his thigh back and forth while continuing to casually munch on her apple. Her fingers started exploring the inside of his thigh, and Andy started squirming. When she came boldly close to his genitals, Andy again reached for her hand, and had his hand on her wrist.

"Uh uh uh!" warned Mia while looking at Andy sternly. Andy thought about it, then ever so slowly loosened his grip on Mia's wrist. He grabbed the bench on either side of him, apparently bracing himself for the potentiality (probability?) of an invasion of his intimate parts.

Not to be denied, Mia slowly moved her hand upward and, using her index finger, she delicately brushed the spandex material right where Andy's penis was sticking up. Andy contracted his hips and sat up rigidly. Mia giggled and, using all five of her digits, she continued to tenderly toy with his penis.

"Please, stop," squeaked Andy as he squirmed his hips under her unremitting touch.

"Oh, but Andy," cooed Mia. "You say 'stop' but Little Andy seems to really like me."

Mia was right. The little bulge in the leotard was turning into a bigger little bulge. I couldn't resist, and I reached down and started tickling his balls with my fingers. Much to my delight, Andy let out a little high-pitched squeal. "Oh!" he yelped.

I felt a little funny touching my brother like that, but it wasn't a sexual thing at all. I figured having his sister touching him so intimately would add to his humiliation. Judging by his reaction, I could tell I was right. And the power I felt over him, knowing I could do whatever I wanted to him—including touching his balls on a whim—well, that power was exhilarating.

Mia, on the other hand, wasn't feeling funny at all about touching his penis. To the contrary, she was basking in the whole scene. It was like she was intoxicated by the control she had over Andy. And....it was nothing I could put my finger on, but I had the feeling that she might have had a little thing for my brother, and that part of her was getting aroused by playing with his penis and getting him stimulated. Don't get me wrong, she was absolutely reveling in the humiliation aspect, and that far outweighed any sensual pleasure she may have been deriving from her intimate contact with Andy. But there was just a little more going on there than the humiliation.

But that's maybe a story for another day. We were getting Andy pretty worked up, and he was fidgeting around almost like a fish out of water. "What a cute little stiffy you have, Andy!" giggled Mia as she continued to play with his little stiffy. I giggled, too, as I looked at his little erection poking out in the leotard. I don't think it was very big to begin with, and the tight spandex material compressed it a little bit, but one could tell that he had a hard-on. And one could also tell that he was quite embarrassed about it. So of course I had to turn the screws a little bit more. I cupped my hand around his burning cheek and chin and addressed him.

"What a darling little boner Little Andy made for us," I said. "And what a naughty little boy you are, showing off your excited little wee wee in front of your sister and her friend."

As Mia and I laughed, the bell sounded. I was sorry that our fun in the schoolyard was coming to an end, but there was an upside: Andy had to stand up. When he did, his unwelcome erection stood out even more, much to Andy's chagrin. He reached down and desperately tried to make an adjustment, but it went for naught, as the tight material didn't allow for any repositioning of his aroused penis. So he tried covering up, but Mia would have none of it.

"No, no, that's not allowed," admonished Mia as we took his hands and started leading him across the schoolyard. "You heard Miss Prescott. You have to keep your hands away from Little Andy."

Though it was undersized, his boner was unmistakable. And it wasn't as though he could fly under the radar. He was wearing a pink leotard and bunny ears, and pretty much everyone within twenty yards of him was eyeballing him for the sheer entertainment value. And all they had to do was look down, which they inevitably did.

"Look, Andy's got a stiffy!" shouted one of our fellow eighth grade girls.

"Ooh, he does!" shouted another. "And it's rather small!" she added with a giggle.

"Oh, this is too funny!" from yet another.

And it certainly was. The laughter followed us all the way to the building, and Andy, red as a beet, had to endure it the whole way.

As we walked through the hallway, I looked down and it was apparent that Andy's hard-on was subsiding. Mia noticed it too, though, and took matters into her own hands. She used her left hand to hold Andy's hand behind her back, then reached down with her right hand and started fiddling with his penis again. Andy flinched and made a half-hearted effort to break free, but we held him firmly.

"Please, just let it....please don't," pleaded Andy.

But in a matter of seconds Andy's little member responded to Mia's deft touch, and his erection was again visible from the confines of the leotard. "That's my Little Andy," cooed Mia.

Then, just as we were nearing the classroom door, Mia took it to another level, as she is wont to do. She took her hand and reached inside the leotard, taking Andy's little boner in her hand. Duly shocked by the intrusion, Andy made a weird, high-pitched screeching sound, broke free from us and scurried into the classroom. By the time Mia and I entered the room, he was already in his seat, out of breath and embarrassed as all get-out.

"I guess Andy was in a bit of a hurry to get back," laughed Mia.

I just grinned at her and shook my head, marveling at her performance.

* * * * *

Once we were all situated, Miss Prescott wasted no time in involving the star of the day. "Andrew, let's get you out of that bunny suit and back into your underpanties."

That would prove to be a very entertaining undertaking for all, save for one extremely embarrassed thirteen-year-old boy.

I'll tell you all about it when I get a chance. I hope you'll have as much fun reading about it as I will writing it up.

[Blondie]

Chapter 9: The Sheet

"Andrew, let's get you out of that bunny suit and back into your underpanties."

I sat up in my seat with anticipation when the words came out of the mouth of Miss Prescott. Don't get me wrong—the bunny suit was a marvelous touch, and we really enjoyed tormenting Andy while he had to wear it out in the schoolyard. And it was certainly humiliating for him. But it was music to my ears when I heard he had to go back to his tighty-whities. For one, there is much more of his skin exposed—I mean, he's one skimpy article of clothing away from being naked—and secondly, I know it is even more embarrassing for Andy to be so exposed, and one quick, simple maneuver away from being completely exposed.

Also, I was quite curious—tantalized might be more like it—about how Miss Prescott planned on going about having Andy change out of his clothing. Would she again take him to the teachers' lounge? I assumed so. Would she have him do it right there in the classroom? I doubted as much, but one can hope, right?

I looked back at Andy, and he was not at all excited about the prospect of changing back into his underpants. And he almost certainly had the same question I had: How and where was this change of attire going to take place? And of course, the undressing part of the equation had to be causing him considerable anxiety. I think it is safe to say that his level of anxiety probably even outweighed my level of tantalization.

That became ever apparent when Andy remained frozen in his chair, even as Miss Prescott stared at him expectantly. "You need to come up here, Mr. Cunningham," she said, "so we can get you properly dressed."

Properly dressed? In his tighty-whities? I found the absurdity of that quite amusing.

Andy hesitated for a few more moments before slowly rising from his chair and dragging himself up the aisle to the front of the room. All eyes were on the bunny boy, drinking in his every move with fascination. And of course, the bunny boy was aware of that.

He stopped at the front of the room while Miss Prescott looked on from a spot near her desk. Andy looked toward the door, expecting to be led to the teachers' lounge like before. But much to his dismay (and my delectation!), Miss Prescott had other intentions. Her next words must have sounded like a death sentence to the soon to be horrified Andy.

"You can take off your leotard now, Mr. Cunningham," she said.

Gasps of surprise filled the room, followed by an abundance of giggling. Andy, quite ill at ease, looked back at us, then at the door, and then at Miss Prescott. "What....how....are we going to the teachers' lounge?" he asked anxiously.

"No, there's no need for that. I have your underpanties right here in my drawer," answered Miss Prescott as she pointed to the bottom drawer of her desk. "So, in the interests of time and convenience, it just makes sense to get you changed right here."

The room was abuzz. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I was giddy with excitement. I looked around and almost everyone was wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Mia was grinning widely, and when she caught my eye she started licking her lips, as if she was about to be served her favorite meal after skipping breakfast and lunch.

Andy, of course, was in a state of panic. He took a quick look back at us, then pleaded desperately with Miss Prescott. "But....but I can't....not in front of....may I at least go change in the bathroom? Or even the hallway?" he asked.

"Nonsense," answered Miss Prescott. "There is no good reason for you to leave this classroom. Your underpanties are right here. It's only reasonable that you change into them here."

Andy just stood there, contemplating his dreadful plight. He again looked at the door, and I thought for a moment that he was going to bolt—and who could blame him if he made that choice? But he didn't. I don't know if he thought it out and considered that he was wearing a leotard and that his teacher had ownership of his clothes, leaving him no practical place to go for refuge. In any case, he did not make a run for it.

In retrospect, he probably wished that he had.

"Tell me, Andrew," said Miss Prescott. "Why would you want to go elsewhere to change instead of just doing it right here?"

As if she didn't know, haha.

"I don't....want them to see," he said quietly, but loud enough for us to hear. There were a few titters, I'm sure adding to Andy's shame.

"Oh, I see," said Miss Prescott, acting like she was just then catching on. "You're self-conscious about undressing in front of everybody, is that right?" Andy just nodded his head. "Because," she continued, "at some point—after you take off your leotard and before you put on your underpanties—you'll be naked. And you don't want anyone to see you when you're naked, right?" Again Andy nodded.

As if there was any doubt about that!

"Are you afraid they might see Little Andy?" Andy nodded yet again, but that wasn't good enough for Miss Prescott. "I'd like you to speak up," she pressed.

"Yes," said Andy demurely.

"Yes, what?"

"I'm afraid....I don't want....them to see...." He stopped there, and again Miss Prescott pushed back.

"See what, Andrew?"

"Little....my front side."

I chuckled to myself, knowing it would be excruciating for him to say it. But Andy should have known that Miss Prescott wasn't going to relent, and that he was only drawing out his degradation.

"And what do we call that undersized body part that you don't want anyone to see?" she persisted.

"Little Andy," he said softly, eliciting some giggles from his enraptured audience.

"Yes, indeed," retorted the cruel Miss Prescott. "Now the whole sentence. What are you afraid of, Andrew?"

"I'm afraid....that they will....that they might.... see Little Andy," he said while turning a darker shade of red.

"Okay, I'll tell you what, Andrew," she said while reaching into her bag that was sitting on her chair. She pulled out a folded piece of light bluish material and held it up by its corners until gravity allowed it to partially unfold. As she continued to hold it up, more of the material unfolded and collected at the floor. It looked like a bed sheet, about the size for a double bed. The devious teacher could only have packed it in her bag with a particular purpose in mind. "How about if I hold up this sheet as a screen while you get changed," she said. "That way, your classmates won't be able to see."

There was a collective groan from several of the students. I was quite disappointed myself, but I held out hope that Miss Prescott had something else up her sleeve.

Andy, though dubious, found this solution much more desirable than the alternative. "Um....you'll hold it up until I'm done?" asked Andy, sounding somewhat skeptical.

"Yes," chuckled Miss Prescott. "Don't worry, I won't pull the sheet away until you're in your underpanties."

Andy still had a concern. "And....and you won't see?" he asked.

"Well, I'll be on the other side of the sheet, so how could I?" she said slyly.

Somehow that appeased Andy. I guess in his state of distress he didn't consider that being in control of the sheet, Miss Prescott could manipulate it any way she saw fit. "Okay," agreed Andy, though somewhat reluctantly.

While Andy stood front and center, Miss Prescott stopped at a spot a few feet in front of him (there was plenty of space between the front row of desks and the front wall; Andy stood about halfway between the desks and the wall) and held up the sheet as best she could. "Okay, Andrew," she said from the other side of the sheet. "You can take off your leotard now."

Andy was still hesitant. "Can I....can I get my underpants first?"

"No," said Miss Prescott emphatically. "For one, you have been instructed to call them underpanties. Plus, you're not allowed to go into Miss Hanover's drawer. I'll give you your underpanties after you've taken off your leotard. When you're naked."

"But...." countered Andy, who still had enough wherewithal to think this through, "Then you would have to move the sheet, and also....you....you would see me."

"Let's worry about that once your leotard is removed," said Miss Prescott. "I suppose I could look the other way."

Andy was not at all reassured. I couldn't blame him, and I was loving it. "And the sheet....it's not really stretched out enough and they....I think some of them can see."

"Do you, now? You know, for someone who is being punished for unruly behavior, you certainly have a lot of demands. Don't you think that's a bit presumptuous on your part?"

"I....I don't know....it's just....the sheet...."

"I know, the sheet," interrupted Miss Prescott, appearing slightly annoyed. "So let me get this straight: I can't stretch the sheet out far enough to keep your classmates from admiring your little striptease, and I can't give you your underpanties after you take off the leotard because then I'll move the sheet, and we'll see you standing there all naked. And we might see Little Andy. Do I have that right?"

"Um....well....yes, I....I guess," muttered the profusely blushing Andy.

"Well, I think I have a solution for us, Andrew," said Miss Prescott. Andy did not look very hopeful, and that would prove to be prescient. Her solution would once again involve Mia and me, much to our delight and Andy's consternation. "I do think you are correct," she continued. "I can't spread this sheet out far enough all by myself. I think we need two people. But that creates a dilemma. I could get one other person up here to help me with it, but then we still have the same issue that you're so concerned with: Once you're naked, I would have to move the sheet to fetch your underpanties. And you don't want anyone to see you naked. Another one of your presumptuous demands. So, to accomplish that, I think the best bet would be to get two volunteers to hold up the sheet, which would free me up to give you your underpanties. After you're naked."

I loved how she kept referencing Andy being naked. I'm sure he was cringing inside every time he heard that word.

"But...." Andy tried to protest, but he was summarily thwarted.

"No more objections," declared Miss Prescott. "It's time to move things along." She looked around the room and said, "May I please have two volunteers to come up here and hold up this sheet so Mr. Cunningham can have his privacy while he changes into his underpanties?"

Out of the thirty or so of us in the room, more than twenty hands immediately shot up. I was ever hopeful, and was pretty sure that she would pick Mia and me.

"Andrea and Mia," she said right on cue. "You've been very good with Andrew today. May I call upon you once again to assist me?"

She didn't have to ask twice. Mia and I sprang from our chairs, and while exchanging grins we bounded to the front of the room. I had a tasty moment when Andy and I made eye contact. His red face and miserable expression contrasted considerably with my grinning, gleeful one.

"Thank you, girls," said Miss Prescott as she handed Mia the bed sheet. Mia handed a corner of the sheet to me, and we each moved a few feet to the side, extending it out.

"You might as well spread it completely out," instructed Miss Prescott. "That way Andrew will be assured of full privacy."

Mia and I took the top corners and spread them out as far as they could go. When we did so, something noteworthy—and very unfavorable for Andy—came to light. There was a small circular hole in the sheet, about two inches in diameter. When I held the sheet up above my head, the hole was right at my eye level, so if I was so inclined, I could easily peek through it (Ha! Ya think I might?). I looked over at Mia, and yes, there was also a small hole in a corresponding spot on her side. The devilish Miss Prescott had this whole scenario planned out, and it was working to perfection.

Mia and I looked at each other and exchanged a toothy grin, for the umpteenth time that day.

Meanwhile, Miss Prescott moved just to the left of Mia, and, more significantly, to the left of the sheet. "Okay, Andrew, you are shielded from your classmates now. It's safe to remove your leotard."

Andy had still not noticed the holes in the sheet, or the set of prying eyes that were peering through them on either end. He was more concerned with Miss Prescott. More specifically, her position in the room that allowed her to see his every move. "But....can you go....can you get behind the sheet?" pleaded Andy.

"No, I won't be doing that," she said. "Don't you concern yourself with me. It's not like I've never seen a naked boy before. Now let's move along. You can start by removing your ballet slippers."

Andy stood transfixed while he contemplated this latest disturbing development. Eventually he realized that there was nothing he could say or do that would keep Miss Prescott from witnessing his strip-down.

Resigned to that ignominious scenario, he focused on us, while still addressing Miss Prescott. "And....and they won't move the sheet, right?" he asked.

"No, they won't. Girls, please keep the sheet held above your heads so Mr. Cunningham can have his privacy."

"Yes, Miss Prescott," said Mia. I saw them exchange sly smiles.

I watched as Andy took a deep breath, then reached down and removed the slippers, one by one. My breathing got heavier, as it became evident that I was about to witness my brother submitting to a very embarrassing stripping. I looked over at Mia, and she appeared to be as titillated as I was.

Andy held the slippers in one hand while Miss Prescott approached him. While that was going on Andy reached above his head with his free hand and pulled off the bunny ears.

"No, you're to keep those on," reprimanded Miss Prescott as she relieved him of the slippers. "You look quite fetching in them. Bunny ears and underpanties for you for the rest of the day."

Andy grimaced and raised them back to his head. It was while he was adjusting the headband that he made the discovery. "Hey!" he screamed out. "There's a hole in the sheet!" Then he looked to the other side of the sheet. "There's two holes! They can see me!"

"Oh, I apologize for the tattered sheet, Andrew. The moths must have gotten to them. Girls, maybe you can turn the sheet the other way, so the holes will be near the bottom."

Disappointed, we dropped the sheet to the ground and picked up the other end. Our disappointment would soon turn to joyfulness, for when we pulled the sheet taut we discovered that there were two similar holes on that end of the sheet also. Miss Prescott had thought of everything!

This time it didn't take Andy any time at all to see that his supposed privacy was not very private at all. "The holes are still there!" he exclaimed.

"Oh dear, those darn moths are a nuisance, aren't they?" said Miss Prescott. "Hmm, I suppose we could turn the sheet ninety degrees, but I'm afraid then it won't be long enough. Some of his classmates would see him naked. And Mr. Cunningham is scared to death that someone might see him naked." She paused before continuing. "Girls, can I ask you to try your best not to peek at Mr. Cunningham through the moth holes while he's disrobing?"

"Sure, Miss Prescott. We will try our best," answered Mia while trying her best to keep a straight face. "I know Andy would be awfully embarrassed if Andrea and I somehow saw him while he's naked."

"Thank you, girls. Andrew, I'm afraid you're going to have to trust that Andrea and Mia will exercise restraint while you're changing into your underpanties." I'm sure, from Andy's standpoint, that "trust" was nowhere in any equation involving Mia and me versus him. "And if it helps, you can always turn your back while you're getting changed," she added. "That way they won't be able to see Little Andy."

Though disappointed with this consolation, I was still much looking forward to watching Andy being forced to strip. And seeing him naked, even though it would probably be from the back. And, just as enticing, Andy will know that I'll be seeing him naked. A win/win for me!

"But....they'll still see me na—with no clothes on! And they're going to peek! I know they will!" pleaded Andy.

"Maybe they will, maybe they won't," answered Miss Prescott. "It's asking a lot for them not to peek, but at least they're willing to try.

"And I've had just about enough of your demands. We've wasted far too much time already. Girls, please try to give Andrew his privacy. I know that won't be easy, as tempting as ogling a naked boy will be for you. But do your best, okay?"

"Yes, Miss Prescott," we said simultaneously in mellifluous tones.

Of course, considering the unpersuasive directive from Miss Prescott, the chances of either of us not taking advantage of our opportunity to watch Andy strip down were about as good as the chances of Miss Prescott suddenly deciding that Andy had suffered enough and that he could have all his clothes back. It just wasn't going to happen.

"Alrighty, then," said Miss Prescott. "Andrew, please take off your leotard. Now."

Andy was figuratively backed into a corner, and there was no way out for him. His unveiling was imminent, and I couldn't have been more excited. I looked quickly at Mia, and she was as keyed up as I was. Grinning, she gave me the thumbs up sign before we both turned back to our peep holes, anxiously anticipating Andy's enforced stripping, and what promised to be a very entertaining display.

[Blondie]

Chapter 10: The Showdown

"Alrighty then," said Miss Prescott. "Andrew, please take off your leotard. Now."

With no feasible alternative left at his disposal, Andy was going to submit. I watched eagerly as he turned his back to us (of course) and pulled on the left sleeve of the leotard. After pulling it free from his arm, he performed the same maneuver on his other side. I felt a tingle and a wave of titillation as the material dropped down his back, coming to rest just above his buttocks. I have to say that, even though it was my brother, that because of the unusual circumstances and knowing how mortified he was, I felt myself becoming gradually aroused as each inch of his skin was bared.

Andy swiveled his head behind him and to the left, then behind him to the right. We made no effort to pull our eyes away from our peephole, which he was keenly aware of. "They're peeking!" he cried. "Tell them not to peek!"

"Let's not concern ourselves with the girls, Andrew," responded Miss Prescott. "I'm sure they're trying their best. But they're teenage girls and a teenage boy is stripping naked right in front of them. Of course they're going to want to peek. Now carry on, please."

"Oh God! May I....may I please have my underpants—I mean my underpanties—before I do this?" he asked.

"We've been through this, Mr. Cunningham. You'll get your underpanties after you're naked. Now please continue."

Andy took one last look at the hole I was peering through—I guess you could say we made eye contact—before turning his head forward. He stood motionless with both hands on either side of the material at his waist, probably trying to muster up the courage to take the next crucial step. It was very quiet, and I could really feel the tension surrounding us. One could even say it was sexual tension, thanks to the scene that Miss Prescott had created.

I watched Andy's shoulders heave up and down a couple of times and could even hear him exhale his deep breaths, such was the quietude in the room. Then, without warning, he pushed the material downward. It quickly slid past his backside, presenting a delectable vision for me. He then let go of the material, allowing gravity to provide for its descension down his legs, where it came to rest in a pool around his feet.

Andy was naked!

Miss Prescott quickly swooped in and gathered up the leotard, coercing Andy to lift his feet one at a time in the process.

Mia turned around just long enough to give our fellow classmates an update. "He's naked!" she announced jubilantly, eliciting gleeful noises of cheer and amusement. She took another peek through the peephole, then turned back and faced them again. "But he has his back to us. He won't let us see Little Andy!"

As for me, I had a shit-eating grin on my face as I took in the best peep show ever. My brother was naked against his will, and his humiliation had to be off the charts. He was slightly bent over and had his hands clasped over his genitals, even though he was facing away from the only three people that could see him. And the bunny ears provided a comical effect, adding to my amusement.

Andy, of course, was beside himself. "Please!" he implored, without looking back at Miss Prescott. "Give me....may I please have my underpants?"

"Not just yet," answered Miss Prescott. "I've told you on several occasions to refer to your underpants as 'underpanties,' yet you continue to defy me. I'm going to have you stand there naked and think about how you're going to go about correcting your disobedience."

"Oh! Please, I'm....I'm sorry, Miss Prescott. May I please have my underpanties? I promise I'll....I'll say it right from now on!"

I'd venture to say that Andy would even gladly accept a pair of panties at that juncture, given his state of agitation. I'd also venture to say that there was nothing that Andy could have said or done that would have persuaded Miss Prescott to allow Andy to be anything but naked.

"No," answered Miss Prescott. "I'd like you to reflect on your behavior while you're standing there, naked and vulnerable." She paused, while the three of us stared at the vision before us. Andy was leaning forward with his hands covering his privates. That would soon be corrected.

"And I've told you more than once," said Miss Prescott as she approached Andy from the rear. "You're not to cover up Little Andy with your hands." Andy flinched and made a couple of unintelligible squealing sounds when the teacher reached around him from behind with both hands, grabbed hold of his wrists and pulled them up. "While you're standing here, you're to keep your hands clasped behind your head," she instructed. She lifted his hands to the top of his head and Andy obediently interlocked his fingers. "And stand up straight," she continued while pulling both of his shoulders back toward her. She then used both of her hands to pull his head back. "Feet together," she added, and when Andy complied she pulled both of his elbows toward her until they were pointing straight out at a one hundred eighty-degree angle. She took a step back and admired the result.

Mia sent me a drawing that night of our view of Andy at that moment. She forgot the bunny ears, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.



"Perfect!" declared Miss Prescott. "I call that the 'submissive position.' You're to remain in the submissive position for the next few minutes, until I say otherwise. After you abide by those instructions, only then will your underpanties be returned to you."

"Oh, gosh," whispered Andy to himself. It was just quiet enough so I could make it out.

"And if you drop your hands during this time for any reason, I will have to add more time to your naked, submissive position." With that, Miss Prescott casually walked directly in front of Andy (without looking back at him), picked up a piece of chalk and began writing on the board.

"Oh!" said the startled Andy, much louder than a whisper this time. He stood momentarily on his tiptoes and writhed his hips in anguish, much to Mia's and my pleasure.

Mia felt it was a good time to keep our classmates up to speed. "She's writing on the board," she said, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "But she hasn't looked at him yet. I think Andy's a little anxious," she giggled, along with her listeners.

Miss Prescott finished writing her first sentence on the board, then addressed Andy, again without turning around. "Andrew, for the benefit of your classmates, since they can't see the board, could you please read this out loud for them? And make sure you speak loudly, so everyone can hear you."

Andy took a deep breath and read the sentence aloud while Miss Prescott continued writing. "Mr. Cunningham was a naughty boy today and he is being punished accordingly."

"Good. Keep going," she said as she continued to write fervently.

"Punishment through humiliation is a very effective way of reforming naughty little boys of their unruly behavior," continued Andy. He paused and was immediately reprimanded.

"Keep reading!" she said.

"Um....there is no question that Andrew....that Andrew is humiliated. Except for the pretty bunny ears on his head, he is completely naked." I'm sure he couldn't help but hear the giggling behind him. "He is in the submissive position. Lit....Little Andy is out in the open, and Andrew is dearly hoping that his teacher does not turn around and look at him while he is so exposed."

Miss Prescott paused before writing the next sentence while Andy fidgeted. When she finished writing, I'm sure Andy was aghast. He dutifully started reading aloud. "But unfortunately for Mr. Cunningham, his exposure to his teacher....no! please!"

"Keep reading!" insisted Miss Prescott.

"Oh! His exposure to his teacher is all part of his punishment. Please, Miss Pres...."

But before he finished his sentence Miss Prescott had turned around and was standing in front of him, facing him head on. I could see him start to pull his hands away before he caught himself. "Oh! No! Please go away!" cried out the terrorized lad.

Instead, Miss Prescott, displaying no subtlety whatsoever, leaned over with her hands on her knees and stared directly at Andy's genitals. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Little Andy," she said with a smile, while continuing to gaze at Andy's source of extreme embarrassment. "I'm so glad Andrew allowed you to come out and show off for me. You're such a little cutie!"

The giggling Mia turned around and addressed the class. "She's looking at Little Andy!" she squealed, eliciting a raucous reaction. "And he's standing like this!" she said, while facing them with her hands behind her head.

Mia and I looked at each other and grinned. I think we shared the same sentiment: We were loving that Andy was finally exposed to Miss Prescott, but we only wished we were standing where she was right then. I think we both liked our chances of at some point seeing Little Andy ourselves, but we couldn't be sure, and it was tantalizing to be so close and yet not be able to see.

Meanwhile, Andy, while somehow managing to maintain his "submissive" position, was squirming agitatedly under the watchful eye of the devilish Miss Prescott. We couldn't see his face, but the back of his neck was bright red, and I imagined his cheeks were glowing even more.

Miss Prescott stood up, then looked Andy up and down and smiled. It was very quiet, as no one wanted to miss any commentary from the teacher.

She wouldn't disappoint.

"You must be really embarrassed," she said, while adjusting the bunny ears on his head. "Standing here all naked and exposed to me like this....gosh, I can't even imagine the humiliation." She paused while focusing on his privates. "And I'm sure your humiliation punishment is extra humiliating, thanks to adorable Little Andy." She again bent over with her hands on her knees and put her face about a foot from her target. "It's such a cute little thing," she said. "Cute as a button!" Miss Prescott stood back up while laughter rang throughout. How Andy managed not to just collapse from embarrassment is beyond me. But she wasn't quite done.

"Tell me, Andrew," she continued. "Tell me how you feel right now."

"Please, I....I don't.....um.....embarrassed."

"And why is that, Andrew? Tell me why you're embarrassed."

"I....um....because I'm....um....naked," Andy said, drawing out a fair amount of giggling from the group behind him. Andy was fidgeting around and alternating his weight from one foot to the other while he spoke. I found it quite enjoyable.

"Yes, I can see that," chuckled Miss Prescott. "And what else are you embarrassed about?"

Andy stood silently, then eventually shrugged his shoulders. He either genuinely didn't know what she wanted him to say, or, just as likely, he simply didn't want to go there. Of course, Miss Prescott would be unrelenting.

"Could it be something that we gave a special name? Something that's cute as a button?"

"Um....um....yes."

"Yes, what, Andrew?"

"Yes, I'm....I'm embarrassed about....that you're seeing....Little Andy." He lowered his voice considerably with those last two words, lol.

"Yes, I'm sure you are," pressed on Miss Prescott. "And what is it about Little Andy that you are so embarrassed about?"

Andy knew he had to do her bidding, humiliating as it was for him. "That it's.....that it's.....little."

"Gooood!" said Miss Prescott. We could just hear her over the laughter resonating throughout the room.

I found it curious that she didn't say anything about his pubic hair—or more accurately, his lack of it. I was thinking that he was probably still prepubescent, which would make all this even more embarrassing for him. Her omission of that made me wonder, though. Either way, I was hopeful to eventually see for myself. I was hoping that he was hairless (for my own amusement, and for the extra embarrassment factor), but at that point I wasn't 100% sure.

Then, thanks to the devious Miss Prescott, the scene took a notable turn.

"Okay, I have to step out for a moment and make an important call. Andrea and Mia, I'll leave the two of you in charge while I'm gone. Mr. Cunningham, you behave yourself. And you're to remain in the submissive position."

With that she turned and headed for the door. On her way out she caught my eye, and I swore she had a mischievous grin on her face.

When the door closed behind her there was an abundance of high-spirited chattering taking place throughout the room. The level of energy had gone up a notch, and there was a sense that something exciting could occur at any moment, that there was going to be some sort of showdown. I know Andy felt it, too. Up to that point he had been completely exposed only to Miss Prescott. With Mia and me in charge, I'm sure he realized that there was potential for that to change. He fidgeted nervously as he contemplated that potentiality.

He would have been even more ill at ease if he had seen (as Mia and I did) that Miss Prescott was taking in the scene from the small, rectangular window in the door. She was smiling when she made eye contact with both Mia and me. She clearly did not go out there to make a phone call, and it appeared to both Mia and me that we were free to handle Andy's level of public exposure in any way we saw fit.

Which way do you think we went? Ha!

Of course, it was Mia who got the ball rolling in a direction very much detrimental to the anxious naked boy on the other side of the sheet. "Andy," she said. "Does it make you a little nervous that Andrea and I are holding up the only thing that's keeping all of your classmates from seeing you naked? And that Miss Prescott isn't here to monitor us?"

Andy's only response was his rapid, heavy breathing, so Mia upped the stakes, as she is prone to do. "I'll make a deal with you, Andy," she continued. "If you turn around and let Andrea and me see Little Andy, then we won't drop this sheet."

I looked over at Mia and grinned. Now it was my turn to breathe rapidly.

"No! Please!" cried Andy. Mia had a way of getting him to speak, lol.

"Oh, but Andy," said Mia. "Miss Prescott got to see Little Andy, and we're in charge now, not Miss Prescott. It's not fair that she gets to see it and we don't."

"Please, just....I can't....don't drop it!"

Andy stole a quick glance at the door, hoping his main antagonist would come back in and rescue him. Instead, he caught a glimpse of her smiling face peering through the window. He had to know he was in dire straits.

Mia kept talking, only this time while she spoke she turned back to our classmates and demonstratively put her index finger close to her lips, employing the universal shushing signal.

"Oh, come on, Andy," said Mia. "What's the harm of your sister and I getting a peek at Little Andy?"

I looked at Mia. Mia looked at me. We grinned at each other. We nodded at each other. We were on the same page. Mia held up three fingers, then two. I took her cue and gave the shush signal to group behind me, aka Andy's titillated audience. I snuck a quick look at the window at the door, and Miss Prescott's smiling face. I smiled back.

Mia held up a single finger, and immediately thereafter we let the sheet fall to the ground.

Andy's naked backside was exposed to all.

Andy was not aware of his exposure—at least not right away. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, and for the most part our classmates showed considerable restraint, considering the circumstances. A few of them could not suppress their giggles, but Andy must have thought they were laughing at Mia's ongoing monologue.

"I mean, think about it," continued Mia. "If we let go of this sheet, everyone will be staring at your cute little naked tushy." There were more giggles, and it was all I could do to stifle my own laughter. "Wouldn't it be better to just show Andrea and me Little Andy? Then only the two of us will see you all naked, instead of all of your classmates."

"No! Please! Don't....I can't do either!" cried the oblivious Andy.

"Oh, but it has to be one or the other," said Mia. "Or maybe it could be both."

"What? No!" yelled Andy.

With that, Mia started tiptoeing toward Andy.

In a matter of moments there would be bedlam.

As Mia reached her target, Andy either heard or saw her coming out of the corner of his eye. I didn't know at the time if Mia had managed to attain her goal of getting a glimpse of Little Andy. I found out later that she had not.

In any case, Andy's reactions were quick.

"Hey!" he screamed while simultaneously abandoning the imposed submissive position and covering up Little Andy as if his life depended on it. He had turned his head to his left, so a split second later he became acutely aware that the number of people that were drinking in his naked state was considerably higher than he had thought. "OH NO!" he shrieked, inducing a loud, boisterous reaction from his enraptured audience, who released their pent-up excitement gleefully.

Coinciding with the noise and causing more commotion, Mia was pulling on both of Andy's arms in a spirited effort to pull his hands away from his protected goodies.

"Stop it! Get away from me!" hollered Andy, who was in a compromised position, in that he was unable to fend Mia off with his hands, lest he provide her the view that she so coveted. He was turning his body this way and that, barely surviving Mia's attempts to expose Little Andy.

As for me, at least momentarily I was laughing so hard that I don't think I could have been of any assistance to my friend. It was when I started moving toward them that I noticed two other students—one girl and one boy, Vicky Fletcher and Jimmy Clark—who had jumped from their desks, apparently unable to resist joining in.

Andy saw them coming, too, and knowing that he would be outnumbered and extremely vulnerable, he did what he had to do. In desperation, he managed to wriggle free from Mia's grasp and made a beeline for the nearest shelter, which was the cubbyhole of the teacher's desk. Kicking the chair aside, he crawled into the confined space, out of view of his spellbound audience.

Mia and I—with Vicky and Jimmy directly behind us—followed Andy to the desk opening and peered in. Andy was on his knees, bent over with his butt resting on his heels, and his back facing us. The bunny ears had fallen off and were sitting at his feet. Mia picked them up and inserted them into the cubbyhole, tickling Andy's back with them in the process. "Here you go, Andy," she said. "You forgot your bunny ears."

"Just go away! Get the fuck out of here!" screamed Andy, who was in obvious distress. His voice had somewhat of a hollow sound as it echoed from inside the desk.

Mia giggled and laid the bunny ears on the desk. The four of us continued to gaze at the cowering, naked boy. I looked back at the twosome behind me. Jimmy was quite the voyeur. He had this shit-eating grin on his face as he leered at Andy. Vicky, though, decided to take a more active role. She squeezed between Mia and me and got down on her knees. Next thing I knew she was caressing Andy's ass with the palm of her hand. It was both weird and comical at the same time.

"Hey! Knock it off!" screamed Andy as he reached back and jerked her hand away by her wrist.

But Vicky was undeterred. She reached between his legs and from what I could tell it looked like she was tickling his balls. In any case, her encroachment certainly hit home with Andy. "AGGHH!" he screamed, or something unintelligible like that. Andy fended her off, but she was tenacious in her endeavor (whatever exactly that endeavor was!). She reached around his waist, and it looked like her target was Andy's penis. Judging from Andy's reaction, she may have hit a bullseye. "OHHHH! Get the fuck out of here!" he yelled as he pushed back at her. It looked like he elbowed her pretty good, and she backed off.

Andy was getting desperate, and he decided to take a different course of action. He backed up slowly—being very careful not to expose Little Andy, of course—just far enough so he could reach back and open the bottom drawer of the desk. Before we knew what was happening, he had pulled out his underpants. Vicky was still the closest to him and she made a last-ditch attempt to snatch them from him, but Andy was too quick for her, and in a matter of seconds he had pulled on his tighty-whities—an impressive achievement, considering the restricted confines of the cubbyhole.

Miss Prescott decided this might be a good time to re-inject herself into the sordid proceedings.

Ooh, I think he's in for it now. This could be good!

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" she bellowed as she stormed into the room.

As if you didn't know, you sly devil.

The two uninvited newcomers, suddenly realizing that they could possibly face the wrath of the perverted substitute, started to make a mad rush for their desks. "You two stop right where you are!" commanded Miss Prescott. Vicky and Jimmy stopped in their tracks, looking quite apprehensive. Miss Prescott addressed me.

"You and Mia may return to your seats," she said. "Thank you for your assistance."

As we did so, Miss Prescott slowly walked across the front of the room and stopped at the desk. She picked up the bunny ears, shook her head and laid them back down. She turned her body sideways and gaped under the desk. "You come out of there right now, young man," she said calmly but firmly.

While we all looked on with considerable interest, Andy slowly emerged from under the desk. His hair was disheveled, and his face was bright red. And he was in his underpants.

Miss Prescott pointed to a spot in the center of the room. "You come stand right here, facing your classmates," she directed. "And assume the submissive position." He did so, much to his onlookers' merriment. Miss Prescott picked up the bunny ears from the desk, walked over to Andy and placed them on his head. He never looked more miserable. "I'll deal with you in a moment," she said.

As we all watched with rapt attention, Miss Prescott walked slowly but purposefully to the far side of her desk. She picked up her bag and set it down on the top of her desk and sifted through it for a few moments before pulling out two sets of pink bunny ears.

This lady has quite the fascination with bunny ears! And two more people are about to be very embarrassed!

A rocket scientist was not needed to ascertain the use of the bunny ears. All eyes turned to Vicky and Jimmy. Their look of trepidation quickly turned to one of disconcertion, and one of resignation, as they were all too aware that they would be victims of Miss Prescott's depravity, at least on some level.

"How dare the two of you leave your seats without permission," she said as she placed one set of bunny ears on Jimmy's head and watched in satisfaction as her victim turned the obligatory shade of red. She turned her attention to Vicky. "What were you thinking?" she said while following suit with the second set of bunny ears. "What if everyone decided to just get up and leave their seats like you did. There would be utter chaos."

"I'm sorry, Miss Prescott," said the now red-faced Vicky Fletcher. "It just looked like Mia and Andrea needed some help," she said in an attempt at placation.

Miss Prescott didn't buy that for a second. "I don't think so," she said. "Now the two of you return to your seats. You can wear your bunny ears for the rest of the day as a reminder of your behavior, and of your extremely poor judgment. I'll decide on your punishment after I'm finished with Mr. Cunningham."

The chastised Vicky and Jimmy returned to their seats with their proverbial tails between their legs. They would have plenty of time to mull over their predicament while they witness the trials and tribulations of the wretched Andy. I'm sure they were shaking in their bunny ears as they contemplated their pending fate.

"As for you, young man," said Miss Prescott as she approached the underwear-clad, ill at ease Andy. "I don't even know what to say, so egregious was your behavior." She paused, and Andy said nothing. "What do you have to say for yourself?" she asked.

"I....I....they dropped the sheet, and..."

"Stop right there!" interrupted Miss Prescott, holding her palm facing out. "You are not to blame anyone else for your impertinence. You were told to remain in the submissive position until further notice. I'm gone for all of five minutes, and not only did you abandon the submissive position, but you had the audacity to go into Miss Hanover's drawer. And to top that off, you thought it would be perfectly acceptable to put on your underpanties, even though you were supposed to remain naked until further notice." She paused again, looked him up and down and said, "I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished."

As if standing there in his underpants in front of everybody isn't punishment enough, lol!

"When was the last time you were spanked?" she asked.

Mia and I looked at each other and grinned. I may have licked my lips.

Andy was wide-eyed but didn't respond.

"I asked you a question, Mr. Cunningham."

"Please, I....I don't know. When I was younger."

"So, when you were a little boy. Well, since you've behaved like a little boy, I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you like a little boy."

Again Mia and I looked at each other in delight. There was a stirring in the room, and the excitement level had gone up quite a few notches.

"You may return to your seat now," said Miss Prescott. "I will carry out your spanking after the afternoon recess."

* * * * *

As the chastened, red-faced, trembling Andy returned to his seat, the rest of us were figuratively rubbing our hands together in delicious anticipation.

[tim409]

You sure are cock teasing those girls getting them to think they are going to see his dick so maybe it is time to somehow get them to see a much larger cock perhaps by finding someway to get another boy naked, the girls deserve to see not one but at least two cocks.

[Robert Brooks]

I can't go wrong with either Subway or Humidifiers. Both lend themselves to so many juicy possibilities.

I just had an idea for a sequal to Humidifiers... how about the DE-Humidifiers?
My house flooded recently with some heavy rains, so I've got the dehumidifiers going round the clock at the moment and it made me think of your story! (Of course, haha )

Something along the lines of De-pants-ifiers
Could be the name of the girls' gang who go round de-pantsing boys.

[notme222]

If I'm not mistaken, that's the last chapter that made it to Booksiesilk, right? I'm very anxious to see how this story develops.

[Blondie]

I just had an idea for a sequal to Humidifiers... how about the DE-Humidifiers?
My house flooded recently with some heavy rains, so I've got the dehumidifiers going round the clock at the moment and it made me think of your story! (Of course, haha )

Something along the lines of De-pants-ifiers
Could be the name of the girls' gang who go round de-pantsing boys.

I like it! Well, not the house flooding; that sucks. But the girls' depantsing gang? I'll have to keep that one in mind.

[Blondie]

If I'm not mistaken, that's the last chapter that made it to Booksiesilk, right? I'm very anxious to see how this story develops.

I do have one more chapter to post. It is entitled "The Swimsuit." I think I had posted that on BooksieSilk before it went down, but I'm not 100% sure. In any case, I just need to reformat it for this site before posting it. I should have time later today or tomorrow to get that done.

[Blondie]

Chapter 11: The Swimsuit

It was a few minutes before the afternoon recess, and the classroom was abuzz. Miss Prescott's announcement that one of the students in the room was to be punished with an over-the-knee spanking had everything to do with the high level of excitement.

The fact that the student awaiting that ignominious fate was my brother Andy only added to my state of delectation. My day had started with the hope that my irritating brother would endure some sort of payback for all the aggravations he had caused me over the years. But the day's events had played out in spectacular fashion, beyond even my wildest dreams.

I looked back at my anguished brother, who was clad only in his tighty-whities and a pair of pink bunny ears. When we made eye contact I reached back and gave my own ass a couple of playful spanks while grinning at him. His face turned redder, while I basked in his misery.

I was so looking forward to his spanking, but it would have to wait, since Miss Prescott's plan was to carry out the dirty deed following the recess. That was okay by me as it turned out, because Andy ended up undergoing yet further humiliations before the main event.

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Miss Prescott had us read a short chapter from our social studies book. I don't think I was the only one in the room who was comprehending very little of what I read. The matter of a boy sitting behind me in his underpants, combined with his looming fate trumped our schoolwork—by far. And to my delight, he was about to become the center of attention again.

"Mr. Cunningham, could you come up here please?" summoned Miss Prescott while she was busy organizing something in her bag of tricks.

All eyes were on Andy as he grudgingly slid from his chair and trudged to the front of the room. He stopped in the center and stood with his hands over his crotch and faced the teacher, who was standing at her desk. She looked up and addressed the cowering teenager.

"I'm going to let you go join your classmates for recess, Mr. Cunningham," she began. "But I can't let you go outside like that." She paused before continuing. "I was going to have you wear the bunny outfit again. I would have thought that would have embarrassed you enough so that you would be on your best behavior for the rest of the school day. But evidently that did not work, based on your gross misconduct when I had to leave the room for a few minutes." Again she paused, while Andy stood wallowing in his wretchedness. "So, I'm going to have you wear something else."

"P-please, Miss Prescott. I....I don't have to....I mean, you don't need to let me go out for recess. If that's okay." Apparently Andy did not have a good feeling about whatever Miss Prescott had in mind regarding his attire for the afternoon recess.

"No, that is not okay," she replied. "And you are in no position to try to tell me what I do or don't need to do." Another pause. "But you need to take off your underpanties so we can get you properly dressed in your swimsuit."

Several gasps—mostly of delight—emanated from my classmates and me. I looked back at Mia, and we shared a grin for the nth time that day.

Andy, on the other hand, may or may not have gasped. If he did, it certainly wasn't with delight. On the contrary, the look on his face was one of distress. "But...." he finally said. "May I please....may I...." There was a long pause. I suspect he didn't know what to address first: the fact that he had to take off his underpants in front of us, or that he would then be dressed in a swimsuit. And he probably had a suspicion that the swimsuit in question might not be an ordinary, run-of-the-mill pair of swim trunks. I know I did. And I sure hoped that was the case!

As it happened, I think he was too flustered to address either issue. Instead, he begged. "Please, Miss Prescott. I promise I'll....I'll be good."

"For your sake, I hope so, Mr. Cunningham. But in the meantime, let's get those underpanties off," replied the unrelenting Miss Prescott.

There was a momentary standoff. Miss Prescott stood quietly in waiting while Andy stood transfixed, mulling over his dire predicament. He glanced at his classmates, and assuredly noticed our expressions of jubilation. In any case, he was quite aware that Miss Prescott would not back down, and that he was going to have to strip off his underpants.

"But....please, Miss Prescott. They'll....they'll see me."

"Oh, this again," said the teacher, feigning irritation. "I forgot, you're very modest, and you don't want them to see you naked. Is that right?" Andy nodded his head slowly. "Okay, I'm willing to work with you here, Andrew. I know you're quite bashful. Tell me in your own words what you don't want."

"I....I don't want them to see me....to see me naked." This brought on a chorus of giggles, and Andy was blushing profusely.

"Good, Andrew," said the dirty teacher. "I know it would be quite embarrassing for you if all your classmates would see you naked. I think that would be embarrassing for anyone. But it might be especially embarrassing for you, because they might get a glimpse of....?" She held her palm out upright while looking directly at Andy's crotch. He knew he had to say it.

"L-Little Andy," he responded, while looking straight down shamefacedly.

"Excellent!" responded Miss Prescott as the giggling continued. "Okay, here's what I'm willing to do," she said as she sifted through her bag and eventually pulled out a bath towel. It was baby blue in color and larger than normal, but slightly smaller than a beach towel. She walked over and stood about three feet in front of Andy.

"I know you were very apprehensive when we used the sheet earlier, since it had a few unattractive holes in it. This towel does not. I'll hold it up while you change out of your underpanties and into the swimsuit. That way your classmates won't be able to see you when you're naked." With that she held up the towel and waited for Andy to undress.

I was a little disappointed—make that a lot disappointed—that she didn't make Andy take off his undies without the benefit of the towel shielding him from our prying eyes.

Andy, though relieved that he wouldn't be exposed to us all, was still quite anxious. He was still going to have to take off his underpants and don a swimsuit—which still had not made an appearance, adding to his uneasiness.

On top of that, Miss Prescott was holding the towel at a height just below her chin. Though we wouldn't be able to see anything below Andy's chest, her field of view gave her full access to Andy's impending disrobing. Of course, this did not sit well with him. "Could you please....um, would you mind holding up towel higher? So you can't see?"

"That won't be necessary," she responded. "I've already seen you stark naked, silly boy." Whereupon she lowered the towel by at least a foot, pretty much exposing all of Andy's upper torso for us. If I lifted slightly from my seat and craned my neck (which I did, hehe) I could see the very top of the waist band of his tighty-whities.

"You best get on with it," she added.

"Okay! Please! Don't go any lower!" shrieked the wide-eyed Andy.

I think he got the message.

Resigned to his fate, Andy bent his elbows and put his hands to his hips, as a precursor to lowering his underpants. He then turned his back to his enthralled audience. But Miss Prescott would have none of it.

"No, Andrew," she admonished. "Turn around and face me while you do that. It's part of your punishment, and, I must say, I do find it entertaining to watch you strip naked at my behest. And I really enjoy seeing you blush so."

You are quite the wicked one, Miss Prescott! Or should I call you Felicity?

Andy complied, and indeed he was already blushing so.

We watched in fascination as the beleaguered Andy pushed his elbows down and bent over, disappearing behind the towel. A few seconds later his face reappeared, as red as ever. We could tell that had his hands over his front, presumably holding his underpants.

"Good, Andrew," said Miss Prescott. She then pointed to a small hook that was affixed to the top of the blackboard, directly behind Andy. "You can hang your underpanties up there," she directed.

Andy looked back, turned around, walked back a few steps, lifted his arms and placed his undies on the hook. I have to say it was a comical sight to see his tighty-whities dangling up there, and it added spice to the delicious scene.

Andy came back and faced Miss Prescott. His hands were firmly covering his crotch. That would soon be amended. "Assume the submissive position, please," ordered Miss Prescott.

Andy was all too familiar with the pose, and, though it took him a few moments to build up the fortitude, he eventually had his hands clasped behind his head. For the second time that day Andy was fully exposed to the depraved teacher. I'm sure that Andy's misery was compounded by the fact that Miss Prescott was clearly deriving pleasure from his exposure and humiliation. Andy stood there wretchedly while she just stared at (and I'm guessing smiling at) Andy's naked state for what I'm sure felt like an inordinate amount of time for him.

"Little Andy is so cute and adorable," she finally said while looking directly at his penis.

Andy, of course, looked miserable. "Please....may I put on the....put something on?" he managed to ask.

"Well, that does create a bit of a conundrum. I have your swimsuit over there in the bag on my desk," responded Miss Prescott, causing Andy to turn his head and look anxiously at the bag. "But the two options that come immediately to mind would either be for me to go get it, in which case you'll be exposed naked to all your classmates. Or alternatively, you could go get it, in which case you'll be exposed naked to all your classmates. And you've made it perfectly clear that you don't want all your classmates to see you naked. Do you see the dilemma we have here, Andrew?"

Andy contorted his face while trying to digest what he had just heard. Perhaps it was desperation that helped him think clearly. "We could....we could both walk over to the desk, like....like at the same time?" he offered. "And you keep holding the towel up?"

"Hmm, that might work. But what if we're not in sync, and one of us moves too fast of too slowly? Then everyone would see you naked. I think a better, safer solution would be to have one of your classmates come up and get the swimsuit for you," countered Miss Prescott.

Oh, please, yes, if there is a God!

Andy's eyes were as big as saucers. "No! I mean....I think we can do it!" pleaded Andy.

"Maybe, but I think my idea is the safest bet. That way there is no chance of all of your classmates seeing you naked."

"But....but one of them will!"

"I suppose that's true. But better just one of your classmates see Little Andy in all his glory than the whole class, right?"

"Oh, gosh!" said Andy. "Really, I think we can....oh! Can you please just give me the towel, then I can...."

"Andrea," she interrupted. "Could you please come up here and help us out?"

I was already jumping from my seat at the word "Andrea." This was my watershed moment, and I couldn't have been more excited.

"Oh! No! Please, not her!" screamed Andy as I marched up the aisle. He started to drop his hands, but thought better of it, especially after a reprimand from Miss Prescott.

"Don't you dare deviate from the submissive position!" she warned. "Or you can bet you'll no longer have the protection of this towel."

There was a delicious moment when I neared the front of the room and Andy and I made eye contact. His eyes betrayed his fear, while mine showed nothing but utter delight.

But there was an absolutely scrumptious moment when I reached the front of the room. I stopped right next to Miss Prescott. Again Andy and I made brief eye contact before I looked him up and down. When I did he was a sight to behold. Below his glowing face he was naked and amusing and captivating and submissive and white and slender and soft and vulnerable and youthful and virginal and prepubescent and smooth and unblemished and pretty and boyish and girlish and hairless. Oh, and he had smaller than average penis. In other words, for the purpose of maximum embarrassment, he was perfect!

The small part and the hairless part were particularly enjoyable for me. If you'll allow me to digress for a moment, it's worth telling you of an encounter that I had with Andy about a month before. Truth be told, I'm not exactly well endowed in my chest. I'm not completely flat—just a little smaller than average. It doesn't really bother me, but when Andy teased me about it, I was embarrassed. And the fact that he did it in front of Mia added to my embarrassment.

Mia and I were hanging out in the front yard that day when Andy came out, on his way to a friend's house. Being in one of his "brat" modes, he said, "See you around, my tiny-titted sister." I was temporarily taken aback, but I had to say something and all I could come up with was, "Okay, see you, my brother with the hairless little dick." I think that hit home with him, because he turned red and before taking off he got very defensive and made a point of telling me that unlike my tiny tits his dick was bigger than normal, and that he had started growing hair on it a long time ago.

So, as you can imagine, the vision of his hairless little dick was especially gratifying for me.

I put my fingers to my lips and giggled. It was a genuine giggle—I was giddy—but I did giggle a little louder than necessary for the benefit of Andy, and for my classmates. I turned to them and held my other hand out while spreading my thumb and index finger about an inch apart (okay, it was bigger than that, but I didn't care), eliciting boisterous laughter. I took a quick look at the grinning Mia and winked at her before turning back to my favorite wretch.

"You're right, Miss Prescott," I said as I continued to grin and stare at Andy's genitals. "Little Andy really is cute and adorable."

"Isn't it, though?" replied Miss Prescott, playing along. We both continued to blatantly stare at his hairless little penis while we talked about it.

"It's quite amusing, actually," I said. "Not too long ago, Andy felt the need to tell me that his penis is bigger than normal."

"Did he now," said Miss Prescott with raised eyebrows. "I suppose that might be true—if he was seven years old."

Miss Prescott and I laughed heartily, as did the classmates behind us. Andy's face was as red as humanly possible, and I was tickled pink.

"I think we best get the poor lad dressed," said Miss Prescott when the laughter subsided, "lest he collapse from embarrassment on the spot." She paused, then said, "I'll hold up this towel if you'll please give Mr. Cunningham his swimsuit. It's in my bag on the desk."

"Will do, Miss Prescott," I said while sauntering over to her desk.

"It's on the very top," said Miss Prescott. "It's a two-piece set."

"Oh, this ought to be interesting!" I said.

I peeked into the bag and immediately broke into a grin. On top was the bottom piece of a swimsuit. It was pink, with flirtatious ruffles. Before I started this chapter for you I researched online and found the exact item. It looked like this:



I reached into the bag and pulled it out, then gleefully held it up with both hands for all to see. Laughter resonated throughout the room. I walked over to Andy and held it up for him. "What do you think, dear brother? Do you like your new swimsuit?" Of course, Andy had no verbal response. But his dismal expression spoke volumes. "And the color matches your bunny ears," I teased.

I held it out for Andy. He obediently looked at Miss Prescott for her permission to abandon his compulsory "submissive position." She nodded, and Andy took it from my grasp. I watched intently as he at first hesitated, then half-heartedly stepped into the feminine garment and pulled it up his long, slender legs and over his hips. I stared at him and was unable to contain my laughter. Gawd, it was hilarious. "Sexy mama!" I hooted derisively.

I turned and exultantly turned to go retrieve the top piece. When I did so I heard more uproarious laughter. I turned back and saw the reason why. Miss Prescott had stepped aside, towel wadded in hand. They were all taking delight in Andy ever so sheepishly modeling his new attire.

The laughter was about to intensify. I pulled the matching top from the bag and held it high. It also had ruffles, and to boot it had padding built in to give the appearance of small boobs. It looked like this:



I held it up for Andy, then held it against my chest for effect, grinning all the while. I handed it to him, and he knew what he had to do. It took him awhile, as he wasn't sure exactly how to put it on. Initially he tried to step into it.

"Pull it over your head, silly boy," I chuckled.

He clumsily did so—somehow managing to keep his bunny ears intact—and finally succeeded in putting his hands through the armholes and pulling the material down, where it came to rest at the bottom of his ribcage.

I looked him up and down. For me it was a visual delight, and an extraordinary moment. I moved closer to him, caught his eye and looked him up and down again slowly, with a wicked grin on my face. As my gaze moved upward, past his chest and his crimson cheeks I caught his eye once more.

"You've never looked prettier, my tiny-titted little brother," I said with a twinkle in my eye, loud enough so that he could hear me over the merriment behind us.

[psycho_boy]

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