The Outsider Chapter 4
by Aldric

Copyright 2007 by Aldric, all rights reserved.

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The Outsider, Chapter 4

The next day I tried to stay in sight of teachers, but it
wasn't always possible.  In my first period the teacher was
sick and there was no substitute.  Mr. Darcy was there and
told everyone to work on homework and to remain quiet and in
their seats, but then he left.  He wasn't out the door more
than 30 seconds before the boy behind me handed me two pairs
of boy's briefs.

"You'll wear these from now on, starting right now.  And if
anyone asks to see your mighty mouse, you'll show it to
them."

I looked at the briefs and saw they were for little kids and
had a drawing of mighty mouse on front.  I looked around the
room and everyone was staring eagerly to see what I'd do.

"Don't make me say it twice" the boy said, glancing at his
watch.

I feared how much worse this could become and quickly kicked
off my shoes.  I unhitched my belt and slid my pants and
boxers off in one quick movement, leaving me naked from the
waist down in front of sixteen of my peers.  I dropped one
pair and put my feet into the second pair.  When I pulled
them up they were obviously much too small and only came up
to even with my hips.  My balls leaked out the edges.

I expected further problems as I reached for my pants but to
my surprise nobody stopped me from getting dressed again.  I
sat back down and put my boxers and the second pair of
briefs in my back pack.

"Hey, let me see your mighty mouse" a boy to my left said.

Again, I figured the easiest solution was to comply.  I
stood up and unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to my
knees.

"Hold out your hand" a different boy said as a third pulled
the front of the briefs out as far as he could.  I held out
my hand, palm up, and he coated it with something from a
small tube hidden in his hand.

"Now grab your dick" the third boy said, still holding the
front of my briefs out.

I grabbed my dick and the two boys wrapped their hands
around mine, preventing me from letting go.  After just a
few seconds the second one said "That's long enough" and
they both let go of me.

As soon as I tried to pull my hand out of my underpants I
guessed what was in the small bottle—superglue.  My hand was
glued to my dick.  As the class roared with laughter the
boys pulled my pants back up over my hand and pushed me back
into my seat.

After hearing the laughter, Mr. Darcy came back to the room. 
He saw me with my hand in my pants right away.

"Peter, is that you that caused the commotion in here?  Get
your hand out of there."

"Uh, I can't sir.  It seems to be stuck."

He blinked his eyes real slow before he spoke.  "Peter, how
on earth could your hand be stuck inside your pants?"

"Uh, he reached into his back pack to get something" the
girl behind me said.  "He put something from a tube on his
hand and then he reached inside his pants.  After that he
just sat there like he is now."

The principal walked back to my back pack and reached in the
top.  He removed two tubes—one of petroleum jelly and the
other superglue.  They were both about the same size.

"I assume this is what you intended to use on your hand?" he
said, holding the petroleum jelly out where everyone could
see it.  The class was roaring with laughter again.  "Go and
see the nurse and when you're done there come to my office"
he said to me.  "And the rest of you get back to work!"

I had to walk bent over at the waist, my hand jammed inside
my pants.  There were two other kids waiting in the nurse's
office when I got there.  A boy I knew from my sixth grade
gym class and a girl I didn't know.  They both stared at me
as I walked in with my hand down my pants.  I stood at the
window until the nurse finished with the kid she had in
back.

"Did you get kicked?"  I answered no.  "Hit by something? 
Fall on something?  What is the problem?"

"Uh, my hand is stuck" I said as quietly as I could.

"How did your hand get stuck inside your pants?" she asked,
only loud enough for the other two kids to hear.

"It accidentally got glued there" I said.

She stared at me for a moment before saying "Take a seat;
I'll be with you in a minute.  Tim, come on back."

The boy got up smiling and walked past me to the back room. 
The girl stared and smiled but didn't say anything.  Five
minutes later Tim was done and the nurse called the girl
back.

The nurse came back out while the girl was still in the back
room.  She sat beside me and unfastened my belt and pants
right there in the waiting room.

"You don't accidentally glue your hand to your private parts
so why don't you tell me what really happened.  Are other
kids picking on you?"

"No ma'am! This was just an accident" I said, hoping to
avoid further problems.

"Look, you don't have to worry in here.  What you say to me
is confidential, just between us.  I see this every year;
but normally during the first two weeks of school.  And I
know why it's done.  So go ahead and tell me, maybe I can
help."

I decided maybe I could trust her.  "The other kids, they're
out to get me because I'm not from around here.  How do you
think you can help?"

"You're an outsider, aren't you?"  I nodded my head.  "I
knew it—another outsider who doesn't belong in our city. 
What did you hope to gain by telling on the kids who did
this?  Haven't they taught you by now to do what you're told
and tell nobody?"

She pulled me up and yanked my briefs down and then told me
come on around back.  With my pants and underwear around my
ankles all I could do was take little short steps.  I had
fallen for her kind offer of help, but it was obvious she
sided with the kids who lived here.

"Del, do you have any fingernail polish remover?" the nurse
said to the girl in the back as she held the door open for
me.  I had forgotten about her.

"Yes, I think I do" Del said.  She was digging in her purse
as the nurse led me back to the bed.  Del looked up and
laughed as she saw me coming in.  "It looks like he has the
same problem Jacob Hanly had a few weeks ago."

"You start using the fingernail polish remover to loosen it
and I'll get a basin of warm soapy water.  You don't mind
helping, do you?"

"Oh, no, I don't mind one bit.  Come on up here and lay back
and we'll get your hand free in no time" she said, making
room for me on the bed.

I didn't have much of a choice and she made it worse by
helping me, making sure to pinch both my cheeks as she did.

"You're an outsider, aren't you?" she asked.  "Then I think
we need to make this a little more interesting for you." 
Instead of putting the remover on me, she dug in her purse
and came up with a nail file.  "Let me know if this hurts"
she said as she began rubbing it across the top of my glans.

It didn't hurt, but the reaction was pretty quick.  I
started to get hard, which pulled on the skin stuck to my
hand, and that did hurt.  I was somewhere between pain and
pleasure.  "Oh my, you're so tiny!  What grade are you in?"

With mounting humiliation I told her I was a seventh grader.

"Not from what I see here.  Maybe fifth grade, but not
seventh."  She put the nail file in my left hand.  "Now you
do it, just like I did.  And don't stop or I might
accidentally get some of this someplace where it might
hurt."

I slowly rubbed the nail file on my dick, the sensation
turning my belly to butter.  The moment she touched the
remover to my dick I could feel a slight burning sensation
but the glue did start to loosen.

By the time the nurse came back she had all but freed my
hand and I was close to shooting.  Del pulled the nail file
from my hand before the nurse got there.

"Looks like he got a little excited" she commented while Del
loosened the last of the superglue.  "Here, use this to wash
yourself" she said to me as she handed me a warm soapy
washcloth.

I tried to rub the areas where my hand had been glued but
the nurse pulled my hand back.  "That's not how you wash; do
it like this" she said, starting at the top and pulling the
washcloth across my glans and down the shaft.  She dropped
it on my groin for me to finish.

I knew what she wanted, and used the washcloth to masturbate
myself until I shot, which wasn't much.  Two little bursts
and I was done.

"Is that normal, just that little amount?" Del asked.

"No, he's immature; his development is far behind his age. 
Most outsiders are that way.  You take a twelve year old
from around here and you'd be surprised how much of a mess
they can make."

I wiped my self clean and dropped the washcloth in the
water.  I pulled my tiny briefs and pants back up as quickly
as I could.

Mr. Darcy was back in my class when I returned.  "I believe
my instructions at the beginning of class were for everyone
to work on homework since your regular teacher was out sick. 
What were you planning on doing before your hand got 'stuck'
as you put it Peter?"

"Uh, well, I was just going to, you know, rub it a little I
guess."

"I don't know, so explain it better.  What were you going to
rub, and why?"

My ears were burning and everyone else in class was fighting
back laughter as they all waited for my response.  "Uh,
well, I guess I was going to masturbate myself."

Mr. Darcy waved his hand to quiet the laughter.  "I'm not
sure everyone knows what that means so you need to explain
it in more detail.  Unless you want to demonstrate it for
the class."

I couldn't believe this was happening; Mr. Darcy had seemed
so nice in his office when my mom checked me in.  But he, as
well as the rest of the class, was waiting for me to explain
what masturbation meant.

"I was going to rub my penis until I had an orgasm" I said
softly as I stared at the floor.

And was that a homework assignment from one of your
classes?"  Everyone in the class laughed but Mr. Darcy
ignored it.

"No sir" I said.

"Peter, are you aware that your mother approved corporal
punishment for you?"

"Yes sir, I am."

"Do you know what else she approved?"

"Yes sir, I saw the form after it was filled out."  At least
that was one statement that was true.

"So you understand then that I could administer corporate
punishment right here in front of your entire class if I
chose to do so."

"Yes sir, I understand."  I was scared that he was going to
make me take my clothes off right here in the room.  It
would be bad enough with boys present, but there were girls
there too.

"Since this is your first time getting into trouble I'm
going to cut you a break.  I want you to pick three students
to come and witness your punishment.  We will do it in my
office."

I couldn't decide how I would pick three kids to come and
watch me get punished, but the boy seated behind me made it
easy.  He pointed at himself, the boy who sat to my left,
and the boy who had put the superglue on my hand.  I knew I
couldn't refuse so I pointed them out.

"Wyatt, Joel, and Troy, gather up your books and come along. 
This will probably take until beyond the bell so you'll be
late for your next class.  Do any of you have a test or quiz
next?"

All three of them, as well as me, had study hall next which
meant that we wouldn't miss anything.  Mr. Darcy led us to
his office.

"Peter, you said you saw the form your mother signed.  That
means you know the appropriate dress for this punishment. 
When I come back I expect you to be dressed appropriately. 
I will be using a small cane for this.  Have you ever been
hit with a cane before?"

The fear had to show all over my face.  First I was going to
have to strip naked in front of three boys, then get hit
with a cane.  "No sir," I said, my voice creaking with fear.

"Then I'll probably need these to keep your arms clear," he
said, opening a cabinet behind him.  "I had a boy in wood
shop make these a few years ago."  He brought out two pieces
of wood joined together with a hinge on one end.  Each piece
had one large half circle in the middle and two smaller
circles near the edges.  My head and wrists were placed in
the openings and the two halves brought together.  The open
end had a hasp to keep the two parts together.  "Wyatt,
you've experience this before.  After he tells you he's
dressed appropriately I want you to put this on him.  I need
to go check on the class and will return right after the
bell."

He handed the wooden frame to Wyatt and turned to leave
while I stood there.  He opened the door to the hall but
turned back towards me and said "Unless you think you are
dressed appropriately for corporal punishment I suggest you
get moving.  If you aren't ready when I come back we'll move
this to your study hall so that more students can learn from
your mistakes."  Then he left.

Wyatt, Joel, and Troy couldn't keep from smirking at how
this was turning out.  I removed my shoes and socks and
unbuttoned my shirt.

"Oh, this is better then we could have hoped for," Joel
said.  "His mother must have checked 'naked' on the form!" 
They began encouraging me to hurry up even though it would
be six minutes before the bell would ring.

I took my shirt off and unbuckled my belt.  I hesitated, not
wanting to denude myself.  After waiting for ten seconds
Troy grabbed me from behind and told Wyatt and Joel to
finish it.  My pants and underpants were down and off in
seconds.  Then Wyatt secured the wooden stokes, trapping my
hands.

"Lets warm him up a little before the main event" Joel said. 
He picked up a wooden ruler from Mr. Darcy's desk and they
took turns hitting my backside with it.  I could feel it
heating up and the pain was building.  I was close to crying
when the bell rang and they stopped.

"God, with his arms caught like that we could do anything we
wanted to him, couldn't we," Jason said.

"He's an outsider, we can do anything we want to him
anyway," Wyatt said.  "Nobody in this school cares as long
as we don't hurt him."

My ass was on fire, but I guess Wyatt didn't think that was
included in hurting me.  But I realized he was right, the
way adults had responded so far they could do anything they
wanted.

"Let's share him," Troy said.  He opened the door to the
hall and positioned me where anyone walking past could see
me standing there naked.  Most of the kids walking past
looked in and paused, but they didn't crowd around the room
or come inside.  But still, more and more of my classmates
were seeing me naked.  I tried to turn by back to them but
Wyatt made sure I was facing them.

Finally Mr. Darcy returned, closing the door behind him.  He
didn't even comment on the fact that it was open with
students in the hall looking at me.  "Well Peter," Mr. Darcy
said as he looked at my backside, "It looks like you have
already been spanked today.  And it looks like it occurred
recently.  Its only first period and I know you haven't been
to my office yet, so who did this to you?"

I knew I couldn't tell on the boys, and yet I was also sure
he must have known they did it, so I was stuck.  I decided
to lie rather than tell the truth.  "It was at home, just
before we left for school.  I swore at my cousin and she
spanked me.  Her mom leaves her in charge when she's gone
and Ginny's allowed to spank me if I deserve it."

"No, I don't think so Peter; this looks more recent.  The
redness is already disappearing.  Are you sure you're
telling me the truth?"

"Yes sir, I am.  I got spanked by my cousin Ginny this
morning and that's the only one I've received.  She hits
really hard."

"Well, if you think she hits hard you're in for a bit of a
surprise" he said.  Without any warning he swung the cane he
had taken out of the cabinet and set my already sore
backside on fire.  It was all I could do to remain standing. 
He swung five more times, and I yelled out on the last four
and tears began on the last two.

He removed the stocks from my neck and hands and told me I
could get dressed, but first I had to rub my backside.  I
could feel painful welts from the cane.  "Wyatt, you and
your friends go on to class" he said to the witnesses.  "If
your teacher needs a late pass come back and I write one
out."

The boys left, taking their time as they went out the door
in order to expose me again.  I stopped rubbing and quickly
gathered my clothes and dressed.  I got ready to leave but
he stopped me just before I opened the door.  "You're lucky,
that was the cane I use on sixth-graders.  Next time you can
expect worse," he said to me."

He didn't say anything more so I left and headed for study
hall.  Wyatt was standing in the hall and knocked at the
door as I was leaving.