On display, the only one naked in front of the clothed—Being vulnerable and bare, it's a harrowing, humiliating adrenaline rush.
Guys being dominated, or naked dudes in titillating and embarrassing situations. Public/forced nudity, ENM (embarrassed naked male), spanking/domination, daddy/twink, CFNM/CMNM. Comments/suggestions/captions welcome.
To be viewed by adults only. All individuals shown are presumed to be legal adults 18+!
No ownership claimed of any content.
Wednesday, July 14, 2021
Hand first, then belt
The headmaster kept his office door open for passerby
4 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Corporal punishment was the norm throughout the school, but only the headmaster had the authority to bare a boy from head to toe before administering it. The boy’s bare bottom invariably pointed right at the open doorway for all to see. Nothing was more exciting than when an athletic senior was due to get it. More than just his bottom was visible as the headmaster ordered him into position — legs well spread.
But there was a danger in lingering too long outside that doorway, at least for the other boys in the school. Once young Tommy Jones was caught staring while the headmaster’s belt cracked repeatedly down on a well-endowed older boy’s bottom and upper thighs. The sights and sounds were hypnotic. The white flesh that turned pink, then red, then crimson — rippling with each harsh stroke. The dangling testicles that swayed and bounced as the whipping grew harsher. The way the big boy jumped or his anus would briefly peek out after the end of the headmaster’s belt snapped into a particularly sensitive spot. The manly grunts that gave way to yelps, squeals, and even sobs. Tommy was so entranced, he didn’t even realize he was rubbing the front of his pants as he watched. The headmaster noticed. The naked older boy was still rubbing his sore backside in the headmaster’s office as Tommy was quickly stripped, bent over in the same position, and treated to an equally severe strapping.
Tommy’s cries attracted a number of other boys — and a few teachers — to find an excuse to walk slowly by the headmaster’s open door. They were in for an extra treat. Tommy couldn’t hold still under the harsh barrage from the strap. So the senior boy, Jonathon Stillwater, still naked, was ordered to hold him down. It was quite a sight. A teenage boy’s bouncing bare bottom and thighs reddening under the strap — as other bits jerked and swayed beneath. An older teenage boy facing the open door, holding the other down, his own hairy masculine equipment swaying gently each time the younger jerked and jumped.
Tommy was too busy screaming to notice the growing audience. But Jonathon saw every smirk and and ogling stare from the passersby. His face was as red as Tommy’s bottom!
Ardelle Cooper was in her mid-thirties and one of the few female members of the faculty at the all boys school. Many a teenage boy at the school imagined what the natural beauty looked like under her tight blouses and pencil skirts. They speculated among themselves how their athletics coach — her strong, virile husband — must please her at night. She didn’t have to imagine the other way around. She usually found her way past the headmaster’s open door when a strapping was being meted out. The next day she loved to make the miscreant blush in front of his peers. “Why Marcus, I’m glad to hear you sounding like a tenor again. You hit such a high note yesterday when the headmaster’s strap snapped into the crevice between your cheeks! Between that high note and your . . . special parts . . . bouncing around so violently, I was worried the headmaster might have turned you into a eunuch!” The other boys always guffawed as she humiliated their classmate.
Today, though, was a rare opportunity. Jonathon Stillwater was one of her husband’s best athletes. She had relished the man’s tale of punishing his star player after the team had showered earlier this year. The coach knew his wife would give him a wild ride in the bedroom after hearing such a story.
But now, to see him in the flesh! And full frontal, through the headmaster’s door! It was clear he’d already felt the strap from the tears streaking his face. She was sorry she missed it. She made no pretense of passing by. She slowly strolled straight to the open door, taking in every facet of Jonathon’s body. The strong arms holding down another naked boy (only a couple years younger). The broadening shoulders and defined pectorals. The smooth, hairless chest and tight abdomen contrasted with the tufts of hair under his armpits and even fuller bush surrounding the base of his ample genitals. The boy — young man, really — heard her heels clicking on the hallway floor as she approached, and he looked up. Their eyes locked. His whole face, neck, and even shoulders turned red from embarrassment. His organ began to swell. She glanced down, smirked, looked him in the face again, and cocked a disapproving eyebrow. He was mortified.
Jonathan’s smooth muscular body was almost glowing under the light of the headmaster’s lamp. He was covered in sweat. Ardelle realized it must have been quite a thorough session with the belt to leave a strapping young man like Jonathon in such a state. He’d recently turned 18, hadn’t he? Remembering that fact assuaged any guilt as she took in every last bodily detail. The second boy, who was now howling under the final barrage from the headmaster’s strap, was similarly drenched. She couldn’t resist this opportunity to see more.
The last stroke fell. Tommy slumped forward, crying pathetically, oblivious that his welted bottom (and other bits) were still on show. Jonathan released the younger boy’s shoulders and started to straighten up.
Ardelle didn’t waste a second. She crossed the threshold of the open door. “Excuse me, headmaster,” she began. “I hope I’m not intruding.”
4 comments:
Corporal punishment was the norm throughout the school, but only the headmaster had the authority to bare a boy from head to toe before administering it. The boy’s bare bottom invariably pointed right at the open doorway for all to see. Nothing was more exciting than when an athletic senior was due to get it. More than just his bottom was visible as the headmaster ordered him into position — legs well spread.
But there was a danger in lingering too long outside that doorway, at least for the other boys in the school. Once young Tommy Jones was caught staring while the headmaster’s belt cracked repeatedly down on a well-endowed older boy’s bottom and upper thighs. The sights and sounds were hypnotic. The white flesh that turned pink, then red, then crimson — rippling with each harsh stroke. The dangling testicles that swayed and bounced as the whipping grew harsher. The way the big boy jumped or his anus would briefly peek out after the end of the headmaster’s belt snapped into a particularly sensitive spot. The manly grunts that gave way to yelps, squeals, and even sobs. Tommy was so entranced, he didn’t even realize he was rubbing the front of his pants as he watched. The headmaster noticed. The naked older boy was still rubbing his sore backside in the headmaster’s office as Tommy was quickly stripped, bent over in the same position, and treated to an equally severe strapping.
Tommy’s cries attracted a number of other boys — and a few teachers — to find an excuse to walk slowly by the headmaster’s open door. They were in for an extra treat. Tommy couldn’t hold still under the harsh barrage from the strap. So the senior boy, Jonathon Stillwater, still naked, was ordered to hold him down. It was quite a sight. A teenage boy’s bouncing bare bottom and thighs reddening under the strap — as other bits jerked and swayed beneath. An older teenage boy facing the open door, holding the other down, his own hairy masculine equipment swaying gently each time the younger jerked and jumped.
Tommy was too busy screaming to notice the growing audience. But Jonathon saw every smirk and and ogling stare from the passersby. His face was as red as Tommy’s bottom!
Ardelle Cooper was in her mid-thirties and one of the few female members of the faculty at the all boys school. Many a teenage boy at the school imagined what the natural beauty looked like under her tight blouses and pencil skirts. They speculated among themselves how their athletics coach — her strong, virile husband — must please her at night. She didn’t have to imagine the other way around. She usually found her way past the headmaster’s open door when a strapping was being meted out. The next day she loved to make the miscreant blush in front of his peers. “Why Marcus, I’m glad to hear you sounding like a tenor again. You hit such a high note yesterday when the headmaster’s strap snapped into the crevice between your cheeks! Between that high note and your . . . special parts . . . bouncing around so violently, I was worried the headmaster might have turned you into a eunuch!” The other boys always guffawed as she humiliated their classmate.
Today, though, was a rare opportunity. Jonathon Stillwater was one of her husband’s best athletes. She had relished the man’s tale of punishing his star player after the team had showered earlier this year. The coach knew his wife would give him a wild ride in the bedroom after hearing such a story.
But now, to see him in the flesh! And full frontal, through the headmaster’s door! It was clear he’d already felt the strap from the tears streaking his face. She was sorry she missed it. She made no pretense of passing by. She slowly strolled straight to the open door, taking in every facet of Jonathon’s body. The strong arms holding down another naked boy (only a couple years younger). The broadening shoulders and defined pectorals. The smooth, hairless chest and tight abdomen contrasted with the tufts of hair under his armpits and even fuller bush surrounding the base of his ample genitals. The boy — young man, really — heard her heels clicking on the hallway floor as she approached, and he looked up. Their eyes locked. His whole face, neck, and even shoulders turned red from embarrassment. His organ began to swell. She glanced down, smirked, looked him in the face again, and cocked a disapproving eyebrow. He was mortified.
Jonathan’s smooth muscular body was almost glowing under the light of the headmaster’s lamp. He was covered in sweat. Ardelle realized it must have been quite a thorough session with the belt to leave a strapping young man like Jonathon in such a state. He’d recently turned 18, hadn’t he? Remembering that fact assuaged any guilt as she took in every last bodily detail. The second boy, who was now howling under the final barrage from the headmaster’s strap, was similarly drenched. She couldn’t resist this opportunity to see more.
The last stroke fell. Tommy slumped forward, crying pathetically, oblivious that his welted bottom (and other bits) were still on show. Jonathan released the younger boy’s shoulders and started to straighten up.
Ardelle didn’t waste a second. She crossed the threshold of the open door. “Excuse me, headmaster,” she began. “I hope I’m not intruding.”
Post a Comment