Wimp\'s Progress

                          Wimp's Progress - Chapter 9

 

      Charles set a new record for being asked to leave class. The first teacher threw him out in less than one minute, even before he found his seat. As soon as his odor assailed her nostrils she rapped on the desk and when he looked over to her, she pointed toward the door. On the way out she handed him a card for detention and said in a loud voice so that the class would hear that he had better be rid of the smell or she'd take the skin off him with her strap.  He tried to take a shower, but since he wasn't in that particular PE class, he was told to leave. His experiences in the other two classes were no different, a detention card and a warning to clean up before making an appearance again.

 

      He deliberately hung around the locker room in hopes of joining the last class in the shower. That turned out to be a partial disaster. Word had spread about him lingering in the vicinity of the showers and they were ready for him. They actually allowed him, bad odor and all, to enter the shower area before jumping him. He lost count of the number of guys who kicked him in the nuts or dragged him over to the toilets for a good dunking. If anything the stench surrounding him like some kind of miasma was worse than before and now he had been assaulted and humiliated to boot.

 

      The PE teacher finished his run of terrible luck with a detention card for the following day, and warned him that his appearance in the area of the boys shower would cause him grievous harm if it continued. His plea to be allowed to shower off the terrible smell emanating from his body was granted provided he submit to corporal punishment in the form of twenty whacks with a thick wooden paddle on his wet, bare butt after he finished showering.

 

      The PE teacher chose eight of his brawniest class members and had them lined up for poor Charles once he returned still soaking wet, but at least free of that rank aroma. The wimp was made to bend over and grab his ankles. The teacher administered the first two whacks and the wimpy teen nearly puked from the devastating pain and shock that those two pistol shots to his burning ass created.

 

      Now that he had set the standard, each of his students did their level best with two whacks to totally destroy the wimp's butt cheeks. Twice he was struck so hard that he actually fell, almost breaking his arms trying to ease his fall. Then the PE teacher finished him off with two awesome blasts that turned his swollen butt cheeks into a single lump of pulsating flesh that sent waves of pain radiating throughout his trembling body. Now all the teen had to do was dry off, dress and attend detention, already ten minutes late.

 

      There were three angry teachers waiting for his arrival, each carrying her disciplining tool of choice consisting of a strap, a pointer and a metal ruler. He cringed at the prospect of having more damage done to his bruised behind. One of the women pointed towards a door located at the back of the room. As he was marched down the aisle those students already in detention whispered to each other and some even laughed at his plight.

 

      The room he entered was starkly furnished with some type of bench and what looked like a carpenter's horse, the kind found at construction sites. The only difference with this one was the set of four straps at the bottom. It didn't take a genius to figure out their purpose. Charles felt faint, the thought of his bruised bottom being further beaten a nightmare. He was ordered to strip and did so with trembling fingers. When his swollen, crimson ass with splotches of purpled flesh came into view there were surprised and pleased sounds issuing from the trio of teachers. It was painfully apparent that his ass was in no condition to be beaten anymore today or probably in the next few days. This did not deter this group.

 

      It took some doing, but they managed to bend the teen wimp back so his wrists and ankles could be strapped to the horse, now making the front side of his naked body available for a good sound thrashing. One of the teachers had taken the liberty of calling Alicia and informing her of their plans for her son. Alicia gladly gave her permission for the use of corporal punishment and even inquired if she could attend the session and watch them give her peeping tom of a wimp son the beating of his young life. She was denied the pleasure, but told that if he was ever given off-site detention, she would be informed and given an invitation. Alicia wasted no time giving them such authority and promised to follow it up with written approval for off-site corporal punishment, neatly covering all the bases.

 

      The sight of his private parts brought smirks and insults from the trio as they surveyed his shriveled cock and shrunken nut sack. In contrast the condition of his busted, bleeding butt had brought impressed ohs and ahs from the group. They divided the teen's body into three areas and agreed that each teacher would work on all three during the session so that no one was cheated when it came to dishing out pain and punishment. Of course each focused on his genitals and could hardly wait to get a chance to whip them soundly. To control the damage they agreed to a limited number (ten each), of blows to his cock and balls. If blood was drawn, the teacher would loose her right to whip him further. To instill fear into the other students serving detention, they opted not to gag the boy.

 

      The first teacher used her strap on Charles' cock, working  exclusively on the limp, noodle-like piece of flesh as he screamed and shrieked, more from fear than the pain she caused. The one with the pointer took full advantage of her weapon. She started at the top of the youth's foot, then walked the pointer up to his anklebone, shin, kneecap and finally his hipbone. His screams for mercy almost deafened the trio and struck absolute terror in the students next door. Meanwhile the third teacher was using her metal ruler on the teen's stetched belly, his groin, then over to his sunken chest and ribs, making the edge dig into the flesh between them. Gradually the youth's cries of agony subsided as his voice cracked and his vocal cords weakened from his almost constant begging and yelling. It was apparent to the blood thirsty trio that further punishment had to be postponed until he was able to recover from the terrible damage done to his body from their initial assault.

 

      With help from some of the students, the battered teen was taken to one of the teachers' cars and driven home, leaving his body collapsed on the doorstep. It was one of Edwina's girlfriends, come to have some girl talk and other fun, who discovered Charles stretched out and sobbing at the front door. Alicia took charge of her son, shooing the girls back to their rooms. Once he was naked, she whistled at the level of damage that his body had sustained today. Those teachers were her kind of people for sure.  Some smelling salts did the trick of reviving him fully, and she gave him his assignments for now, acting as if nothing of consequence had happened to him.

 

      It was Mavis who intercepted him on his rounds, barely able to totter from room to room. She marched Charles into her room where a heavy set teen with big tits and a porcine face was lying on her back. She was stark naked and had the darkest, thickest, most unruly mass of pubic hair he had ever laid eyes on in his young life. She was fucking herself with a vibrator that would disappear completely into that jungle of dense fur and then reappear glistening with her cunt juices that it had stirred up on its route.

 

      Mavis introduced the porker as a good friend who was between boyfriends and in need of some cock or a reasonable  facsimile. The teen looked over at him and acted like he was a double burger with fries and a milkshake. She crooked her finger and pointed to her crotch with a grin that revealed she was missing a couple of teeth. Mavis smacked him on the back of the head and told him to go down on the girl and not to stop until she was sexually satisfied, no matter how long that took.

 

      Chloe, that was the fat girl's name, began to give Charles specific instructions on just how to lick her pussy and get her to the point that she could get off. Mavis was amused by his efforts, but after a time his tongue flicking of the fat teen's clit and the way he sucked her cunt lips started to do the trick and her breathing grew ragged and her big body started to shiver and shake as he licked her harder and tried to stick his entire tongue up her juicy twat.

 

      Now she taught him how to use his nose to rub and maul her swollen hot button and suddenly she launched, clearing the tower in nothing flat, her thighs clamping down on his head, keeping him locked into place as she grunted and moaned, her flab actually rippling as the orgasm rolled through her soft flesh and she saw stars and comets. Mavis was very impressed, but wouldn't let her wimpy brother know that he had just done something that had eluded plenty of studs and lots of girls as well, who tried and failed to get big Chloe to cum.

 

      Chloe was hot to trot again, especially since she hadn't had a big O in this class for a month of Sundays despite the best efforts of her girlfriends. Mavis had taken a more detailed look at the damage to the wimp's body, and she was very reluctant to have him used further in his weakened condition. Whoever had gone over him did a beautiful job and he'd be lucky if he was able to get out of bed tomorrow morning. To placate her good friend, she promised that once Charles was sufficently recovered she would lend him to Chloe and her mom, who was also having trouble getting any loving these days. In her mind she saw those two heavyweights grinding her wimpy brother into pulp, as they took turns sitting on his face to smother him when he wasn't able to eat pussy to their high standards.

 

      A knock on the door broke into her musing; it was the youngest sister, the wimp's twin, who asked if she was finished with him. Mavis sighed, that little brat could really be a pain in the ass at times. So far she had been too smart to get on the wrong side of mom, which was the only thing that saved her from a long evening trying to survive a gangbang featuring the nastiest dykes Mavis could entice to work on her bound, bare body when she wasn't doing a dog or two. She shoved Charles out into the corridor and warned Edwina, who wore only a pair of tight, white, cotton panties that made her look like a little girl, that he was really beaten up something fierce and she better not have any plans involving more of the same. The teen laughed and swore that was not her intent, as she pushed her wimpy brother toward her room.

 

      His eyes got big when he saw the brunette teen seated on his sister's bed. All she wore were a pair of sheer bikinis that showed off her shaved pussy, and a matching bra that appeared to be overmatched by its contents. She was in a few of his classes, but he had no idea she looked like this under the floppy tops and modest skirts that seemed to be her uniform of the day. She looked him up and down, her face neutral as far as what she thought of him. Even though his cock and balls had taken quite a lashing from that teacher, his prick was responding to what his eyes saw.

 

      Edwina remarked that her brother was a deviate who loved to spy on his sisters while they were taking baths and on the toilet, the second half of that statement a wish on his part. The hot looking girl was not impressed and it showed in her face. His twin sister was eager to show off to her friend and so without even thinking of her brother's condition, she proceeded to make him stand so his stiff cock was only inches above the night stand. Then quick as a cat she grabbed one of her school books and slammed it down on his sore dick, crushing it against the wooden surface of the night stand.

 

      For a brief moment the room was dead silent and then Charles passed out from the terrible pain and collapsed onto the rug. Her friend hardly batted an eyelash at this display of cruelty, instead she grinned and asked if Edwina could do it again once he was conscious. The twin's eyes glittered as she nodded her head. Poor Charles was in for another frightful evening.   

 

                                                         

                                                      ( To be continued - rolf palsy )