The Last Promise Part 5 
  By Aldric
  
  Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
  
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  The Last Promise Part 5
  
  When they reached Jared's house, Scott told Jared to start
  doing the rest of his homework.  He found Ashley and led her
  outside while Jared obeyed one of his sister's house rules
  and took off all his clothes.  For a while, Jared ignored
  them and worked on his history, but then he heard the
  discussion getting louder.  He could hear his sister making
  a threat against Scott.  Jared moved closer to a window
  where he could hear better.
  
  "Look, if you think I'm scared of you just because you're
  fourteen, forget it.  I've got friends who will take you
  apart.  You are no different than my dorky brother, and my
  friends and me can break you down in a day, so don't even
  begin to tell me what I can and can't do with Jared or
  you'll learn the hard way that you're dead wrong," Jared
  heard Ashley say.
  
  "Listen little girl, you are an embarrassment, hardly worth
  tolerating.  You are selfish, self-adsorbed, and completely
  unaware of your own limitations."  Jared could only image
  the look on his sister's face right then, he had never heard
  anyone talk to her that way before.  But Scott wasn't done
  yet.
  
  "Before you go off half-cocked making threats against me, I
  would suggest you check with your friend Liz and see just
  how far behind you she stands if you want to have a go at
  me.  I'll know your answer when I see Jared tomorrow."
  
  Jared saw Scott's shadow as Scott turned and headed for the
  driveway.  He hurried back to the table and pretended to be
  reading his history book.
  
  It was a few minutes before Ashley came back inside, and
  when she did she hardly glanced at him as she went to her
  bedroom and slammed the door closed.  A few seconds later he
  could hear her on the phone but couldn't make out the words. 
  Jared was tempted to listen in on the extension next to him,
  but was afraid of what would happen if he got caught.
  
  She stayed in her room long enough for Jared to actually
  read the chapters he had to read and finish his homework. 
  She didn't come out until he was getting dressed again to ho
  have supper with his parents.
  
  "Who gave you permission to cum today?" she asked.  "I saw
  you do it twice, which means another fifty dollars you owe
  me.  Except you didn't tell me about either time, so that's
  another fifty.  You are almost up to three hundred and fifty
  dollars now.  You'd better control your urges or you'll
  never get out of debt."
  
  After dinner, she ordered him over the chair to receive one
  of the spankings he was still owed.  He could tell she was
  very angry about something because she hit him with every
  ounce of strength she had.  It was all he could do to hang
  on until she finished.  After she was done, she left him
  alone for the rest of the evening.
  
  Jared looked carefully at this alarm clock and saw it showed
  the time as AM instead of PM.  He didn't normally need the
  alarm clock to wake him up, so he didn't know how long it
  had been set wrong.  He tested it to make sure it worked and
  then set it correctly before going to bed.
  
  The next morning, to Jared's dismay, his sister woke him up
  again.  He looked quickly at the clock and saw it was a
  quarter after six.  "Thank you for waking me again today,
  that was nice of you," he said as he immediately set in on
  making his bed.  Once he was done he headed out and got into
  position over the back of the chair.
  
  Ashley went back to her room and took her time making her
  bed.  She then went to the bathroom and Jared could hear the
  shower running.  The noise of the water reminded him he
  needed to pee.  He was considering sneaking over to pee in
  his bathroom when he happened to realize that the chair he
  was over was visible through the window.  Glancing up, he
  saw Lois sitting on her bed watching him.
  
  Ashley continued to take her time, and Jared's urge to pee
  kept getting worse.  He knew it was going to be very
  difficult to get through the spanking.  When she finally did
  come back in he could barely hold it.  He was trying to
  cross his legs to hold it in.
  
  "You really need to use the bathroom, don't you?" she asked. 
  He mumbled that he did.  "Then you can, but it will cost you
  another spanking later.  Or, you can try and hold it in, but
  if you pee I will dress you in a diaper for school today. 
  You decide how bad you really need to go.
  
  There was really no choice, he couldn't go to school in a
  diaper.  He scampered off to the bathroom, dismayed when
  Ashley followed him in and stood where she could watch him
  pee.  "I'll give you one minute to finish and be back over
  the chair, or I will fine you fifty dollars and give you a
  double spanking this morning."
  
  It was hard to get it started with her standing there
  staring at him, but when he did he couldn't stop.  She
  counted down the seconds as he tried to cut it off, but he
  wasn't able to stop in time.
  
  Ashley pulled out the book in which she keep her notes and
  added the fifty dollars to it.  "Wow, you're up to three
  hundred ninety-two dollars and fifty cents.  I think when we
  hit a thousand we'll have to do something special.  But if
  you're finally done, flush the toilet and get over the chair
  before we are late for the bus.
  
  After the paddle last night, the double spanking left his
  backside burning and sore.  But at least when she put normal
  clothes out for him to wear to school.
  
  Once he boarded the bus Scott called him to the back row
  again.  Jared pleaded with Scott to not make him beat off,
  or at least not to make him cum.  He explained his sister's
  rules for the money he owed her.
  
  Scott considered it.  "I'll tell you what, I won't make you
  beat off, nor will I tell anyone else to make you beat off. 
  But, I won't try and stop anyone else who thinks it up on
  their own.  Fair enough?"
  
  Scott shifted subjects and asked "Did you read your history
  assignment and do your homework last night?"  Jared told him
  he had.  "Good, then this shouldn't be embarrassing at all." 
  He handed Jared the leash.  "Put it on your collar for now. 
  I'm going to ask you questions from the assignment.  For
  every one you get wrong, you take off one item of clothing,
  my choice.  You will not be allowed to put it back on until
  I say you can.  Ready?"
  
  He began asking questions, and Jared was glad he really had
  read the assignment.  He only answered one question wrong,
  but Scott embarrassed him by asking for his boxers.  Once
  again Jared had to strip nearly naked on the bus, but at
  least Scott let him put his pants back on rather than sit
  there exposed.
  
  They arrived at the school and went to Jared's locker to get
  the proper books.  Jared immediately noticed a change-
  frequently in the past his locker would have derogatory
  writing on it, or there would be a group of kids hanging
  around to tease him, but since he became Scott's 'puppy'
  people seemed to be leaving him alone.  Jared was curious
  about it, but decided not to ask.
  
  He had to kneel again while Scott checked his homework and
  got the books he needed.  He kept hoping Scott would say it
  was alright to put the underwear on again before gym class. 
  He had all but given up hope of that however when Scott took
  the leash off outside door to his history class and went on
  down the hall.
  
  Jared was dreading gym class because today was going to be
  the first day his classmates would see the ring through his
  ball sack.  At least Scott didn't put the leather collar
  that went around the outside of his sack above his balls on
  him.
  
  After class, Jared returned to his locker to get his gym
  clothes out, but when he got there Roger was waiting for
  him.  "Scott said I could borrow this," Roger said, pulling
  the leash out of his pocket and snapping it onto Jared's
  collar.  "Scott already told me all about the rules so don't
  waste my time repeating them.  But go ahead and kneel in
  front of me, I think I like that idea."  Jared sank to his
  knees.
  
  "Remember that day I promised you Brandon would get your
  clothes on one condition?" he asked.
  
  Jared remembered it clearly, and told Roger so.  "We never
  got around to doing it, and I still want to see if the
  teacher will really make you participate naked, so today we
  are going to find out.  You don't need anything out of your
  locker; let's just go on to gym class."  Roger took the
  leash back off and put it back in his pocket.
  
  Jared was unsure of what would happen, but he felt somewhat
  safe; with the girls having a gym class at the same time
  there was no way the teacher could make him spend the two
  hours of gym naked.
  
  The girls gym teacher was outside the boys locker room when
  they arrived, and she was holding back all the boys.  As
  soon as the whole boy's class was present, she told them
  their teacher was out sick and she was filling in.  "But
  don't think this is a chance to screw around.  If I even
  suspect there is a problem in the locker room I won't
  hesitate to come in there.  Any questions?"
  
  Roger elbowed Jared, who asked "I left my gym stuff at home
  today, can I attend in my street clothes?"
  
  "Boys, what instructions were you given on the first day of
  class about proper dress for gym?"
  
  About half the class shouted out "Gym clothes, underwear, or
  naked!"
  
  "But, I, ah, you wouldn't really make me go naked," Jared
  sputtered.  "I mean, you wouldn't dare, you'd get in
  trouble."
  
  "Mister, I know who you are and all about your sickness,
  your parents have left instructions on how to handle it. 
  But the thrill you get from challenging me hoping for a
  close call is about to be squashed.  You will be out here in
  proper attire as put out on the first day of class."
  
  The girls were already coming out of their locker room and
  collecting on their side of the gym.
  
  "Boys, you have two minutes to be out here and in a line. 
  If anyone is late, the whole boy's class will pay the
  price."  She grabbed Jared's arm as the boys ran into the
  locker room.  "I suggest you try and borrow someone's
  underwear, or I'll let you come out in a towel.  But you are
  not missing gym and you are not wearing street clothes." 
  She let him go and he headed into the locker room.
  
  Clearly, nobody was going to loan him their boxers given
  what was about to happen, so Jared grabbed a towel and put
  his clothes in his locker.  A few boys noticed the ring
  through his ball sack, but there wasn't time for them to
  make any closer inspection or ask any questions.
  
  Jared pulled the towel tight around him, but there were only
  a couple of inches of spare material and he knew it wouldn't
  stay up without constant adjustments.  He joined the rest of
  the boys as they poured out of the locker room and lined up.
  
  The teacher pulled him back out of line and directed him to
  the middle of the gym between the line of boys and girls. 
  "Tell the class about your sickness," she said to him.
  
  "I don't know what you mean.  I'm not sick; I just forgot my
  gym clothes."
  
  "But you didn't just forget them, it was planned, and it
  goes along with other actions.  You're parents have
  explained it to the school, so now tell the classes the
  manifestation of your illness."
  
  Now Jared understood, she was talking about the mental
  disease his sister had made up and convinced his parents he
  needed curing from.  "I ah, I like the challenge of being
  naked, but not being caught.  I kind of dare myself into
  situations that are real embarrassing and see if I can get
  out without anyone seeing me."
  
  "I need two boys to bring a pommel horse over here please,"
  the teacher said as she opened the equipment locker.  Once
  the horse was in place, she told Jared to lean over it. 
  "His parents warned the school that something like this
  might take place, and gave instruction on how to deal with
  it.  I don't think they intended for this to be done in
  public, but if he wants a daring close call, then I'm going
  to give him one.
  
  She came up behind him as everyone began giggling.  Jared
  had an idea what was about to happen.  She pulled the towel
  off him and dropped it at his feet.  Then, using the plastic
  bat she had gotten out of the locker, she proceeded to give
  him fifty swats on his bare backside while the rest of the
  class roared their approval.
  
  When it was done, Jared stayed over the pommel horse, not
  sure what she planned next.  Tears were dripping onto the
  floor, more from the humiliation than the pain, although the
  pain was real.
  
  She came over and directed the boys to put the horse back. 
  When she saw the tear drops on the floor she said "Use your
  towel to dry the floor so that nobody slips, and then get
  back in line."  Now everyone knew she had made him cry. 
  Jared quickly wiped up the few drops on the floor and then
  quickly pulled the towel back around him.
  
  Once Jared was back in line, the teacher said, "Today the
  boys are working on rope climb for the first hour.  Any
  girls that want to are welcomed to try.  For those of you
  who either don't want to try, or who need time for strength
  development, you can use the exercise machines.  Remember, I
  am grading you on improvement throughout the year.  In the
  second half of class we will pit the boys against the girls
  in competition.  Any questions?"
  
  Brandon yelled out "Which group is Jared in?"
  
  The teacher immediately called him to the center between the
  rows of kids.  "Do you think that was funny?  Then here's
  something you'll find hilarious: Give me ten perfect
  pushups," she yelled at him.
  
  Brandon dropped and started doing pushups, but the teacher
  stopped him almost immediately.  "I said perfect.  That
  means, keep your back straight, your legs straight, and
  don't touch the floor on the way down.  Start again."
  
  Brandon started again, but again she stopped him.  "Gail,
  come over here and show him ten perfect pushups."  One of
  the girls came forward and dropped down, quickly doing ten
  pushups.  She even clapped her hands between the ninth and
  tenth.
  
  "Very good Gail, thank you," the teacher said as Gail got
  up.
  
  "It's hard to see if his back is straight or if he touches
  because his shirt is hanging down," Gail said.  "Maybe he
  should take it off," she added as she returned to the girl's
  line.
  
  "I agree, take your shirt off," she said.  Brandon blushed
  as he removed his shirt.  Another of the boys said, "His
  shorts are hanging down too; maybe he should take those off
  too."  The boy had said it softly, not intending for the
  teacher to hear him, but she did and called him forward.
  
  "You have a good idea too.  Remove your shirt and shorts and
  you can also demonstrate perfect pushups, but I expect
  fifteen from you."  Both the boys and the girls were
  giggling at plight of the boy.
  
  "I was just joking around, I didn't really mean it," the boy
  said.
  
  "Well, I'm not joking.  What's your name?"
  
  "Max Spanger," he answered.
  
  "You will remove your shirt and shorts and give me fifteen
  perfect pushups or you can come and serve two weeks of
  detention here in the gym with me.  Chose one, but make your
  selection quickly, you're holding up the whole class."
  
  Max pulled his shirt off, and pulled his shorts off, leaving
  him in socks, shoes, and a jock strap.  He and Brandon got
  side-by-side and started doing pushups.  The teacher stopped
  them and corrected them several times and soon their arms
  gave out and they couldn't do any more.
  
  "You boys will remain dressed as you are for the rest of
  class and we will try this again later.  Everyone, we need
  to stretch and loosen up before we begin class.  Spread out,
  and follow my lead."
  
  She began a series of stretching exercises that the girls
  could do flawlessly, but nearly all the boys had trouble
  with.  Jared's towel dropped off several times and he
  started drifting back to the back of the boys lines where
  the girls couldn't see him.
  
  The teacher criticized the boys inability to do the
  exercises when they were done.  "I'll have to inform your
  teacher when he gets back, maybe I'll have to spend an
  entire class or two getting you boys in shape.  Okay, to the
  ropes or exercise machines, everyone get in place."
  
  About half of the girl's class followed the boys to the
  ropes.  The teacher demonstrated the proper way to climb,
  and then got the kids in lines behind the two ropes.  
  
  "Each of you must reach at least the ten foot mark or you
  will have to try again.  But you can go as high as the
  twenty foot mark if you want.  Do NOT climb past the second
  marker," the teacher instructed.  "After everyone has had a
  turn, all those who want to try and reach the top can go
  again."  All of the kids looked up; the top was at least
  fifty feet in the air.  Jared wasn't even sure he could make
  it to ten feet, so he wasn't concerned about the top.
  
  The first person in line would climb while the next person
  would hold the rope steady, and then the line would advance. 
  Just by chance, Jared and Max ended up next to each other,
  and both had a girl next in line.
  
  For Jared, this would mean that the girls would be able to
  see up the towel, which at first bothered him until he
  realized that there was no way the towel was going to stay
  on during his climb.
  
  "This should be interesting," the teacher said.  "I'll tell
  you what, if you can beat Max to the ten foot mark, I'll let
  you wear his shorts for the rest of the class," she said,
  looking at Jared.  Then she looked at Max and added, "but if
  you can beat him, I'll let you put your shorts back on."
  
  Deciding that a few seconds without the towel was a lot
  better if he could have some shorts to wear, Jared decided
  to ignore what ever happened with the towel and try his
  hardest.  The teacher got them in position and told them to
  go.
  
  The towel came off almost immediately as Jared wrapped the
  rope around his right foot and pulled himself up.  He could
  hear the laughter from the class but ignored it, slipping
  his foot through the rope before pulling it tight to move
  his hands up.  He pulled up again and then repeated the
  process.  Jared was surprised that not only did he reach the
  first mark, but he beat Max by nearly ten seconds.  He let
  the rope slide between his feet as he came back down.
  
  "Very good, go and claim your prize," the teacher said to
  Jared as he was pulling the towel back around himself.
  
  "Wait, that's not fair.  He only won because he didn't have
  shoes on, they weighed me down," Max said, turning red at
  the loss to Jared.
  
  "Okay, I'll let you two go again with both of you barefoot. 
  But if he beats you again, you lose the jockstrap and gain
  the towel.  You want to try it that way?" she asked Max.
  
  Max was considering it.  "What happens if he loses, does he
  lose the towel?"
  
  The teacher considered it, wondering if this was going too
  far.  She decided if she was going to get into trouble, she
  had already crossed the line.  "Okay then, that's the deal. 
  You start together, go to the second mark and back down. 
  The first one on the mat who reaches the twenty foot mark
  wins.  If neither of you reach twenty feet, you both lose."
  
  Jared had already gone and grabbed Max's shorts and put them
  on.  He hadn't been asked if he agreed to the conditions. 
  He realized he had nothing to gain and everything to lose;
  besides, his arms were tired from the first climb and the
  rope had burned his bare feet.
  
  "I don't know," he started, "I'm okay with how things are
  right now.  I don't think I want to race again."
  
  "Nonsense," she answered.  "He has a good point; you did
  have an advantage without shoes on.  Besides, you love a
  good chance to have a risk at being caught naked, he's an
  opportunity."
  
  Max was also unsure about this; he was surprised at how
  quickly Jared had climbed.  Jared was such a weak, skinny
  kid that he couldn't believe Jared had even gotten off the
  ground.  But wearing nothing but a jock strap with all the
  girls around was too humiliating, he had a boner already. 
  He needed to get his clothes back.
  
  While Max was removing his shoes and socks, Roger quietly
  came up behind Jared, who was standing next to the rope
  facing the teacher.  Jared felt Roger slip something around
  his neck.
  
  "You know what that is?" he heard Roger whisper behind him. 
  Jared nodded his head; he knew it was the leash.  "Then be a
  good puppy and stay right here," Roger said, taking a step
  back from him.
  
  As soon as Max was in position to climb both classes
  gathered around to watch.  The teacher called out for them
  to start, and Max leaped at the rope, surprised at how rough
  it was on his bare feet.  He was even more surprised to look
  over and see Jared standing still right next to the rope.
  
  Max was looking for a trick, but the class was cheering him
  on.  With no threat of losing, he climbed slowly and
  carefully, making sure not to slip.
  
  Once Max was five feet off the floor, Roger waited until the
  teacher was looking up and then removed the leash, wrapping
  it around his waist where it couldn't be seen under his
  shirt.
  
  Jared, realizing he wasn't likely to overcome such a lead
  but fearful of losing everything, leapt at the rope, jumping
  up and closing half the distance between him and Max on the
  jump.  Max saw Jared attacking the rope and started climbing
  as fast as he could.
  
  Jared surprised everyone by closing the gap, reaching the
  second mark just two seconds behind Max.  Max was having
  trouble coming down because of the pain of the rope sliding
  between his bare feet.  He looked over to see Jared dropping
  down swiftly, ignoring the burning from the rope.
  
  Realizing he was about to lose, Max did the only thing he
  could think off, he let go of the rope completely, falling
  the last ten feet down to the mat, nearly landing right on
  top of the girl holding the rope.
  
  Jared landed a second behind him as Max got up limping,
  keeping his weight off his right leg.
  
  For a moment everyone was quiet; surprised at how quickly
  Jared had gotten up the rope after giving Max such a large
  head start.  During that moment the teacher saw Max get up
  and made up her mind what to do.
  
  "Nice race, you almost had him, but you lost.  Give him the
  shorts."
  
  With nearly forty pairs of eyes watching him, Jared slid the
  shorts off, leaving himself naked.  So far it appeared that
  nobody had noticed the ring, but he didn't think his luck
  could hold out much longer.  He used one hand to cover up
  while he handed the shorts to Max with the other.
  
  But Max was not using his right leg, and was unable to put
  them on.  The teacher said to Jared, "It looks like he hurt
  his ankle; help him over to the bleachers."  As Jared took
  Max's weight with one arm on his shoulder, the teacher
  called back to the classes, "Rope climbing is done for
  today.  Form teams, three boys and three girls to a team,
  and play some half-court basketball.
  
  Jared sat Max down, which allowed Max to put his shorts back
  on.  The teacher took a close look at his ankle, ignoring
  Jared who was happy to be away from the girls now that he
  was naked.
  
  After a few minutes of twisting and prodding, the teacher
  said, "I suppose you did this on purpose just to get out of
  doing the pushups you need to do.  I want you to sit here
  for a moment; I'm going end class early and take you to the
  nurse's office.  I think it is just a sprain, but we'll let
  her make the call."
  
  She called the class to gather around, much to Jared's
  chagrin.  She called Brandon, who was still shirtless, up to
  the front.  "I am still owed ten perfect pushups by this boy
  and you," she said, indicating Max and Brandon.  "However,
  he has a sprained ankle and cannot do his.  Fortunately
  Jared has volunteered to stand in for him."
  
  Jared was even more embarrassed as now everyone was looking
  at him sitting there naked on the first row of the bleachers
  trying to keep covered up.
  
  Looking at Brandon, she said, "If he can do ten better
  pushups than you can, I will consider allowing him to wear
  your gym clothes for the remainder of the class, so I expect
  you to really try this time."
  
  Brandon blushed from the top of his ears to just below the
  top of his socks, especially when some of the girls started
  yelling, "Go for it Jared, show him how it's done."
  
  As she directed them to get into position, Jared had to get
  up and bend down over the floor, giving everyone an
  unobstructed view.  "Won't his thing touch the floor?" asked
  one of the girls.
  
  "Yes, but the idea is to not let your stomach touch to rest
  your arms.  If his thing can support his weight, I'll let
  him get by with it."  This caused a lot of laughter from the
  class.
  
  "You may both start now," she told them.  Jared was never
  very good at pushups, and doing them naked in front of the
  combined boy's and girl's classes didn't help.  Brandon, on
  the other hand, was scared to death of losing to Jared. 
  Because of this, he used every bit of strength to keep his
  back straight and not touch on the way down.
  
  Brandon completed his ten in short order, but by the time
  Jared had completed six it was obvious he wasn't going to be
  able to do more.  He collapsed to the floor, unable to rise
  up from the sixth one.
  
  "Well, it seems that Max will still owe me four when he is
  better.  Okay everyone, time for showers.  And you boys had
  better behave, the only sound I should hear are showers
  running and locker doors closing.  If you think I won't come
  into your locker room while you are changing, you are wrong. 
  Class dismissed."
  
  Jared pulled himself up from the floor as everyone scampered
  off to the locker rooms.  He looked back to see the teacher
  helping Max to the nurse's office.
  
  Once inside the locker room, Roger pulled the leash out from
  under his shirt and called Jared over.  Everyone stayed
  where they were to see what would happen.
  
  "Okay puppy, it's time to practice your lessons.  Take the
  leash and snap it onto the ring."  Jared was very red faced,
  but did as he was told, ignoring the giggles from the boys. 
  For the first time the boys saw the ring in the back of
  Jared's sack.  Roger led him into the shower room and told
  him to shower.
  
  Most of the boys didn't plan to take shower since the
  teacher wasn't there to check, but they gathered around the
  opening to see what would happen next.  Roger dropped the
  leash and took a shower, turning the water off when he was
  done.  Forgetting to stay, Jared followed him out, causing
  Roger to shake his head back and forth.
  
  "Oh, doggie, I can see that Scott is right, it is going to
  take a long time to teach you to stay.  Stand here in the
  middle of the room."