Springfield Academy - part 1
by Conor 
copyright 2004 by Conor, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains
descriptions of sexual humiliation/abuse of a minor. If
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Soon after I turned thirteen in 1970 my parents shipped
me off to live with my Aunt Leona in Springfield,
Missouri.

I loved my Aunt Leona. She had always shown a personal
interest in me since I was real little. I didn't much
like the hard spanking she gave me when I was nine years
old, but, hell, I was just a bratty little kid then, and
probably deserved it.  

Aunt Leona had always sent me great gifts, so while I
was on the plane flying to Missouri I started to make
out my WANT LIST, starting with a TV of my own.

When I got to Springfield, Aunt Leona was waiting, and
gave me a warm welcome. I gave her a hug, and decided to
wait until later to ask about the TV. When we arrived at
her home Aunt Leona gave me a chance to unpack in the
guest bedroom. 

Aunt Leona's kids were all grown up so she and I were
the only ones in the house. That was fine with me
because I liked my privacy, and didn't want anyone
messing with my stuff.

That evening Aunt Leona made fried chicken for dinner,
my favorite, with chocolate cake for dessert. She also
served a salad, which I did not like (rabbit food), but
I decided to eat it to make Aunt Leona happy. I also
helped with the dishes. I knew I had to get on Aunt
Leona's good side.

After dinner Aunt Leona said to me, "Gary, we need to
talk." I sat down in the living room with her.  Aunt
Leona started by going over a long list of chores that I
would have to do while I lived with her. I agreed to do
the chores, which included keeping my room clean,
washing the dishes, stuff like that.

Then she said, "The reports I have gotten of your recent
behavior in Minnesota are abominable. Grades dropping,
stealing money out of your Mom's purse, lying to your
Mom and teachers, general disrespect to your elders.
Such behavior will not be tolerated while you live in my
house. Your parents sent you here so you could get a
fresh start, and they have given me a free hand with
your discipline. Do you understand?" I nodded, a little
ashamed by what she had said, and answered politely,
"Yes, Ma'am." 

I was very tired after a long trip, and went to bed at 9
p.m. After I was under the covers Aunt Leona knocked at
my door, and then came in.  "Sleep well. You start your
new school tomorrow." She kissed me on the cheek and
said, "Goodnight."

The next morning at the breakfast table Aunt Leona said,
"My good friend Mrs. Georgette Tanner runs a first-class
private secondary school called "Springfield Academy." I
have enrolled you there. I nodded, glad at least that I
wouldn't be stuck in some crummy public school. 

"I will drop you off in a few minutes. I have some other
appointments today so I won't be able to go in with you,
but Mrs. Tanner is expecting you, and she has all your
books and supplies ready. Will you be OK with that?" 
Aunt Leona asked.

I smiled and answered, "Yes, Aunt Leona. You don't need
to come in with me. I'm not a little kid. I'm almost a
man. I can figure it out." 
  
Aunt Leona gave me that look, and I knew I must have
said something wrong. But she didn't say anything then,
she just hurried off to get ready for her day. 

When I was dropped off at the school it looked alright,
you know, for a school. It had two large buildings - one
with two stories and maybe twenty rooms; the other
building looked like a gym or auditorium.  

I went to the first floor office, and gave my name to
the secretary at the desk. I waited a few minutes, and
then the secretary said I could go down the hallway, and
enter the first office on the right. 

When I got there a pretty lady in a blue dress said,
"Come in. You must be Gary, our new student."  I
entered, and sat down in the chair in front of the
lady's desk. 

"I am Mrs. Tanner, the school principal," she said. "We
are so happy to have you as a new student. I have known
your Aunt Leona for years, and she has told me so much
about you!" 

I liked Mrs. Tanner immediately. I don't know if it was
her smile, or her friendly manner, but she made me feel
really welcome. I was so mad at myself though because my
hands were shaking, and I could feel myself start to
blush. 

Mrs. Tanner immediately put her hand on my shoulder, and
said, "First school day jitters, I can see. It's only
natural that you would be a little embarrassed starting
at a new school. I can assure you that you will enjoy
being a student here at Springfield Academy."  

"Thank you, Mrs. Tanner," I said. And I meant it. 

Mrs. Tanner went over my class schedule with me, and
then gave me my books. "Gary, we have 183 students. Only
thirteen, including you, are boys."

My eyes opened wide. I was very shy with girls my age,
and now I would be surrounded by them every day at
school. Even gym class was coed! My hands started to
shake again a little.

"On Friday this week you are excused from your third
period class. Report to the Clinic at 11 to Miss Wetzel,
the school nurse. She will be giving you your school
physical exam," Mrs. Tanner said. I was familiar with
physicals. They usually lasted about two minutes at my
last school, so I was not too worried.

Mrs. Tanner then led me on a quick tour of the school.
The students were starting to arrive for first period. I
noticed that the girls wore blouses and skirts. The very
few boys I saw mostly wore shorts and button down
shirts. The girl students stared at me. It made me very
nervous. 

"I understand you had some problems at your last school,
and have come to Springfield to make a new start," Mrs.
Tanner said. "We will all help you to do this, but you
will also have to make the effort to improve."

"Ma'am. I will do my best," I said politely. 

Then Mrs. Tanner looked me straight in the eye, and
said, "I hope so. At this school boys who are nasty, or
who misbehave, are given corporal punishment with the
cane, the strap, or the paddle. Do you understand?" 

I stammered, "Ye Ye Yes, Ma'Ma'am! I promise to be
good."

That morning I went to my first two classes- Biology
with Mrs. Caldwell, and German with Mrs. Smith. I tried
to put Mrs. Tanner's threat to cane me out of my mind.
"It's just a bluff to scare me into being a goody-good,"
I thought to myself.

During second period German I sat directly behind a
really cute girl with blond hair. When class ended she
turned around and said, "Hi, you're new, aren't you? My
name is Susan Tanner." I gave her my name, and started
to blush again. 

Susan said, "I'm 16, and a senior. I'm in an advanced
placement program, taking two courses here in the
morning, and pre-med courses at Springfield College in
the afternoon. My Mother is the principal at this school
by the way. Have you met her?"

I hesitated, embarrassed, and then replied, "Yes, Miss."
I just couldn't call her 'Susan' after what she had
said.

During lunch period I talked with a kid named Carl.
Laughing, I said, "They don't really spank kids here, do
they?" Carl scowled and said, "Why don't you break a
rule, then you will find out?" Lunch period ended before
I could learn anything else. 

I got through my afternoon classes without a problem. At
3:30pm Aunt Leona was there with her car in front of the
school to pick me up. I told her that my day had gone
fine, and I liked the school and the kids. She seemed
pleased. Once home I changed into older clothes.
Reminded by my Aunt Leona, I did some of my assigned
chores.

Aunt Leona had a delicious dinner ready for me after
doing my chores. After dinner I did my homework. Then I
got to watch one, just one, show on television. "I want
to see the next show too. It's Star Trek, my favorite,"
I said. 

Aunt Leona said, "No, Gary, I want you to take a bath
now, and then get ready for bed. I started to open my
mouth to object, but Aunt Leona looked so sternly at me,
that I shut my mouth fast, and left the room.  

I went and took a bath, and then brushed my teeth. Then
I wrapped the large towel around myself and went back to
my bedroom. I put on my white underpants, which was all
that I wore in bed on warm nights. Just then my Aunt
called out, "Gary, is everything alright?"

Without thinking I said, "Well, ah ah.., Mrs. Tanner
said today that I might get the cane if I mess up. You
won't let her do that to me, will you, Aunt Leona?" 

Suddenly, my bedroom door burst opened. I ran over to
grab the towel to cover up, but my aunt got to the towel
first, and picked it up.  There I was standing in front
of my aunt in just my white underpants and nothing else.
I was so embarrassed. I started to blush for the fourth
time that day.

Aunt Leona smiled, and said, "You have no reason to be
modest in front of me, Gary. I'm your Aunt, remember,
and you don't have anything that I haven't seen before." 

Despite her words, I was still ashamed, and placed my
hands firmly on the front of my briefs. 

"Put your hands at your side now. Stop touching
yourself. That is a very nasty habit," Aunt Leona said
loudly. Slowly I took my hands away from my front. "Let
me check and see if you have washed yourself properly,"
Aunt Leona said. "If you aren't clean I may put you back
in the tub and wash you myself." 

"No, please," I begged. 

She began to check my hair, and behind my ears. Then she
checked under my arms, and then my hands. Then she said,
"Did you wash carefully between your legs?" 

I almost fainted with embarrassment thinking about where
this was heading. I managed to say, "Yes, Aunt Leona. I
washed very, very carefully." 

She looked right at my undies, all that I was wearing. I
was terrified that she would reach out and strip me
naked. But then she smiled, and said, "Well, this time I
will take your word for it."

When she was at my door about to leave, Aunt Leona
turned and said, "Because your Aunt Leona loves you so
much, and doesn't want you to ruin your life, I have
signed the permission slip for school corporal
punishment. So, in answer to your question, yes, you
will receive the cane if you misbehave at school. And if
you get punished at school, I will also spank and cane
you at home." I gasped.

That night I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep,
worrying about what Aunt Leona had said.  Next day at
school I was really tired, and could barely stay awake
in class.

Then in second period German I made my first big mistake
on that horrible day. I put my head down as class began,
and fell asleep. Bad enough, but when Mrs. Smith shook
me to wake me up, I sleepily said, "Shit, let me sleep."
When I saw the astonished expression on Susan's face,
the girl who was sitting in front of me, I realized what
a dumb thing I had just done. 

Very soon after that I found myself in Mrs. Tanner's
office. "Please, Mrs. Tanner, I'm really sorry. I won't
do it again. Please don't cane me. I've never been caned
before."

Picking up a cane from her desk Mrs. Tanner looked at me
very sternly so that I felt really, really small.
"Sleeping in class is bad enough. But swearing at a
teacher will not be tolerated in this school. Since you
have not had the cane before I am giving you only four
strokes, but they will, I assure you, be hard ones. And
they will be given over your underpants."

"You, mean, Mrs. Ta Ta Tanner?" I stammered.

"Yes, I am now going to take down your trousers. If you
give me any trouble you will get far, far worse," she
said.

I blushed like mad as she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned
my pants, and began to pull them down. I could feel the
breeze on my upper legs as she lowered my pants first to
my knees, and then to my ankles. 

"Now, bend over this desk, and keep your butt up and
out. If you move, the stroke will be repeated.
Understand?" Mrs. Tanner commanded. 

I stammered, "Ye Ye Yes, Mrs. Tanner," and did as she
asked. Seconds later, I heard the cane move through the
air, and then, WHACK.  "Ahhhhh," I cried out, and jumped
up off the desk. The pain was terrible, much, much worse
than I had expected.

"That one doesn't count since you moved. Shall we start
again?" she said. I reluctantly obeyed and bent over
again. This time I was just able to stay in position as
the cane tore into my behind. Then she gave me the
second stroke, then the third." 

"Please, it hurts awful," I cried. But Mrs. Tanner
ignored my pleas and gave me the fourth (actually the
fifth) and final stroke. I was crying when she stopped. 

She said, "I hope that will be a good lesson for you,
boy. Now get up and stand in the center of the room,
hands behind your head, and, yes, leave your trousers
down." I obeyed her. 

Then there was a knock at the door. I was shocked when
Mrs. Tanner said, "Come in," and her daughter, Susan,
entered. "Please don't let her see me like this," I
screamed. 

Susan smiled when she saw me and said, "Hi, Gary." Then
Susan turned to Mrs. Tanner and said, "Mother, I have
some papers from Mrs. Smith that need your signature.
May I wait, or should I come back later?"

"Now is fine, Susan.  I was just finishing up with our
naughty boy here. Susan came in and stood about three
feet from me, still smiling. 

Mrs. Tanner turned to me, and said, "And not another
rude word from you, naughty boy. My daughter is a very
responsible young woman, sixteen years old, a pre-med
college student, and she has every right to be here and
see naughty boys like you get punished with their pants
down. I want you to apologize to Susan now." 

Hanging my head down, I said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Tanner. I
turned to Susan, and said, "Sorry, Miss, for what I
said." Susan smiled and nodded.

As Mrs. Tanner checked over the papers, and began
signing them, Susan asked me, "How many cane strokes did
you get?" 

"Four, Miss," I replied. 

"Did you cry?" Susan inquired. 

I hesitated, until Mrs. Tanner looked up, and said,
"Boy, don't be rude. My daughter asked you a question.
Answer her." 

"Yes, I cried." I confessed. Susan smiled, and I could
have died. I was standing half-naked in front of the
cutest girl in the school, and had just admitted to
crying, something boys my age were never, ever supposed
to do. 

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Mrs. Tanner
handed me a slip of paper. "This is for your Aunt. Make
sure she sees it as soon as you get home. You may now
pull up your trousers, and go back to class." I pulled
up my pants and hurried away as quickly as I could. 

When I took my seat back in German class, I cried out in
pain, my butt hurt so much. The class broke out into
laughter. Even the teacher, Mrs. Smith, was laughing at
me.

"Ah! Der Rohrstock. Wie viel? (Ah, the cane, how many?)"
Mrs. Smith asked me in German. 

"Vier (four)," I replied. The class laughed again as
they made a quick language lesson out of my misery.

My Aunt picked me up after school. My butt still hurt
like heck, but I did not say anything to my aunt. I did
not know how I could survive a second caning from my
aunt that evening. So when she asked me how my day had
gone, I lied and said, "Just fine, Aunt Leona." 

That evening after dinner Aunt Leona said, "Gary, I know
from the way you were acting at dinner that something is
very wrong. Now you know you can tell me. Whatever it is
I am sure we can work it out. You know I love you very
much."  

Suddenly I could hold it in no longer. I ran to my aunt,
put my arms around her, and began to cry. Aunt Leona
gave me a big hug, and I told her, "I'm so sorry. I was
bad today. I fell asleep in class, and then when the
teacher woke me I swore at her. Mrs. Tanner gave me the
cane for that." I pulled the note out of my pocket and
handed it to my aunt. "I know I should have given this
to you right away, and I shouldn't have lied to you." I
took a deep breath, and then, hanging my head in shame,
said, "I'm ready to accept whatever punishment you want
to give me."

I was surprised when Aunt Leona gently kissed me on my
cheek. Then she said, "Now, Gary, doesn't it feel better
now that you have let it all out." I nodded.

Changing her tone, Aunt Leona looked at me very sternly,
and said, "You know what I said I would do if you ever
got caned at school?" 

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied. "You said you would cane me at
home too." 

"That is right, Gary. Now your behavior today was
inexcusable. According to this note, quite a number of
the students, as well as your teacher, heard your
obscene remark. Mrs. Tanner's wonderful daughter Susan
was especially upset because she was right next to you
when you swore." 

"I'm really sorry, Aunt Leona, I'll never do it again. I
promise," I said. 

"I know you won't," said Aunt Leona. "Because the caning
I am going to give you will be a reminder that naughty
behavior has painful consequences. Since you received
four cane strokes at school today I will also give you
four; plus, for lying to me, an additional six strokes.
That makes ten in all. And, yes, you will receive them
on your bare bottom!"

"Please, Ma'am," I pleaded. I know I deserve the ten.
But does it have to be bare?"

"You know that it does, Gary. Now strip down to just
your briefs," Aunt Leona ordered. I quickly obeyed and
was soon standing in front of her in just my Y-fronts.

I began to blush as I felt her fingers reach inside my
waistband.  "Hands on your head," she ordered. I obeyed.
She slowly slid my briefs down to my knees, then my
ankles. "Step out of them," she ordered. I now stood
before my aunt naked for the first time. I was blushing
like mad.

"Gary, first I am going to take you over my knee and
give you a hand spanking." 

It was so humiliating as I took the position across her
lap. I felt like I was nine years old again. The first
spank was really hard.  I couldn't believe how much it
hurt as she began to spank me with her hand. SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP. It seemed to go on
forever. Before she finished my eyes were filled with
tears. "Please, Aunt, I know I've been very, very bad.
Please forgive me, I'll never do it again," I cried.

She let me get up off her lap. Then she said, "Now bend
over this stool, and grip the legs with your hands.  As
I reluctantly obeyed I watched her swish the cane
menacingly in the air. Now in position over the bench
Aunt Leona tapped the cane on each of my butt cheeks.

I heard a swish, and then the crack of the cane as it
landed on my defenseless bottom. I almost immediately
felt the first burning lash of the cane. I screamed
loudly. Again I heard a swish followed by instant pain.
The hiss and crack of each stroke was followed by my
gasp and howl. The pain was unbelievable, much worse
than my earlier caning at school where I at least had my
underpants for protection. 

Somehow I managed to stay in position for the full ten
strokes. I don't know how, but I guess I knew that I was
getting the punishment that I deserved.  I was bawling
when she finally stopped. My whole butt was engulfed in
pain.

"I am sorry I had to be so severe with you, Gary dear,
but it is for your own good," she said in a soft voice. 

Tearfully, I replied, "I love you Aunt Leona."

Aunt Leona ordered me up. I spent the next thirty
minutes naked standing in the corner. 

I heard my aunt in the next room make a phone call. She
said, "Yes, Georgette. I gave it to him on the bare,
first over my knee with my hand, and then ten strokes
with the cane. He's in the corner now bawling." My aunt
just listened for a minute, and then said, "Georgette, I
would be ever so grateful if you and your teachers would
be extremely strict with the boy. We have only a limited
time to straighten him out so that he does not ruin his
life." There was another pause as Aunt Leona listened.
Then she said, "Yes, it is agreed then. Even the most
minor infractions will be punished with the cane, strap,
or paddle, and always on his bare bottom!"

There was silence again as Aunt Leona listened on the
phone. Then she said, "Oh! That is so nice of Susan to
offer to lend a hand. She is such a responsible girl.
Yes, I will let you know when I need a babysitter for
Gary! Susan would be perfect, and she has my permission
to spank Gary whenever he is naughty."

I gasped when I heard this. When my thirty minute corner
time was up Aunt Leona sent me early to bed.

That night I slept on my stomach, of course. My butt was
really hurting from my two canings that day.

The next morning I heard my aunt call, "Wake up
sleepyhead, or you'll be late for school." I opened my
eyes and saw my aunt standing by my bed. "These are some
new school clothes I bought for you yesterday. From now
on you'll be wearing grey shorts, and a blue shirt to
school. Now get ready. I will expect you down at
breakfast in fifteen minutes, do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied. "Oh no, shorts," I thought. I
never wore shorts, or not since I was nine anyway. Now
all the girls at school would see my bare legs! But I
didn't want the stick again from my aunt, so I obeyed. I
looked in the mirror after I got dressed. The shorts
were really, really short, even shorter than the kind
that some of the other boys wore at my new school. The
shorts barely covered my caning marks. I was thinking of
asking my aunt if they could be lengthened, but when I
got to the breakfast table she seemed so happy with my
new outfit that I didn't say a word.

"Gary," my Aunt said. "I also bought you a gym outfit
for your physical education class. It includes a white
T-shirt, green shorts, and, of course, a supporter. I
want you to promise me that you will wear the supporter,
not your underpants, in gym class. I think it is safer,
and I would not want you to be injured, you know, down
there."

I blushed, and said, "Yes, I promise. I'll wear the
jockstrap."

That morning in second period German Susan turned around
in her seat, said, "Hi," and smiled at me. 

I was so happy she wasn't mad at me for messing up and
swearing yesterday. I smiled back, and returned the
greeting. I apologized for how I had acted the day
before. She accepted my apology, and said, "We can still
be friends." 

I was so excited. A senior girl, the cutest (and
smartest) girl in the school, and the daughter of the
principal, had said she was my friend. Maybe I would
like going to this school, if only I could stay out of
trouble!

After lunch I went over to the gym for physical
education class with Miss Conroy. I dressed in my new
gym outfit, and then went out into the gym. It was so
embarrassing. Carl and I were the only boys in a class
of thirty. Carl seemed at ease with the girl students,
and talked and joked with them before class began. I
just stood off to the side by myself. Miss Conroy began
class by leading us in doing exercises. When we did toe
touching I heard the row of girls behind me giggle, and
one whispered, "He got caned." With loose-fitting gym
shorts and a jockstrap on, the girls could see my welt-
covered lower butt when I bent over. 

I was really glad when the exercises were over, and we
got to run laps. As I was running I heard the phone ring
in the office at the far end of the gym. Miss Conroy
immediately went to her office, and closed the door.


We all stopped running, of course, with the teacher out
of sight. Carl began joking around with the girls again.
Suddenly, he reached over and grabbed a girl's shorts,
and pulled them down, not far, but enough so we could
see her white panties. The girl cried out in surprise,
but then I saw her smile at Carl. She obviously thought
his stunt was funny. 

At that moment, however, the office door opened, and
Miss Conroy saw Lisa (that was the girl's name) pulling
up her green gym shorts. Miss Conroy immediately came
over, and said, "What happened, Lisa? Who pulled down
your gym shorts?"

Lisa hesitated. She obviously didn't want to get her
friend Carl in trouble. But Miss Conroy looked very
stern, and had her hands on her hips. "Well, answer me,
Lisa."

Lisa raised her arm and turned toward me. "Miss Conroy,
the new kid did it. I think his name is Gary."

"No, no," I cried. "Carl did it. I had nothing to do
with it."

But, of course, as the new kid, it was my word against
everyone else's so I knew I was in big trouble.

Miss Conroy went to her office, and came back with a
thick leather belt.

"Bend over, Gary, and grip your ankles. I am going to
give you twenty with this. Maybe that will teach you to
show some respect toward females."

I knew that arguing would only mean additional
punishment so I bent over as ordered.

"Lisa," Miss Conroy said, "since Gary pulled down your
shorts, I think it only right that you pull down his. Go
ahead."

Lisa giggled, and said, "Yes, Miss Conroy. I will be
glad to." Then I felt her soft hands reach inside my
shorts. She yanked them down. Next she grabbed the
elastic of my jockstrap, and then looked over at Miss
Conroy for instructions. Miss Conroy smiled and nodded
approval, so Lisa pulled my jockstrap all the way down
to my ankles. All the girls in the gym class could see
my recently caned bare butt, my peter, and my balls. I
almost died from embarrassment. 

And then the strapping began. I was determined not to
cry in front of the girls. But the heavy belt tore into
my already severely bruised butt again and again. SMACK
SMACK SMACK WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP SMACK SMACK. I
started to bawl like a little kid. 

When it was finally over Lisa tried to pull up my
jockstrap. She struggled to get it on right, and finally
to my horror she grabbed my cock and nuts and pushed
them into the jockstrap cup. I screamed.  All the kids,
and Miss Conroy too, laughed at me. After Lisa pulled up
my green shorts Miss Conroy announced that class was
over and we could all hit the showers. I was so relieved
to finally get out of there. 

In the locker room I thought Carl would apologize for
letting me take his punishment. Instead, he said, "Now
you are in for it, bawling in front of the girls. It
will be all over school by the end of the day. You will
never live this down." I started to cry again.

Carl was right. The kids did point and laugh at me. At
3:30 I was really glad when school ended. I went outside
and got into Aunt Leona's car. I knew that my strapping
marks were clearly visible below the hem of my short
shorts. So there was no lying to my aunt this time. I
confessed that I had gotten twenty with the belt.

When we got home, of course, my Aunt made me strip
naked, and then gave me twenty more with a heavy razor
strop. It really, really hurt! After more naked corner
time I was sent to bed without supper. 

That night I tried to forget all the bad stuff that had
happened to me the first three days at my new school.
Instead, I thought about how beautiful Susan was, and
how she had said we could be friends. My hand drifted
lower, and I became lost in my dreams. 

The next morning Aunt Leona saw the stains on my sheets. 
"Gary, have you been masturbating in bed. Now tell me
the truth!" Aunt Leona said sternly.

I knew I couldn't get away with lying. Blushing, I said,
"Ye ye yes, Aunt Leona. I'm sorry. I won't do it again.
I know it's dirty."

She looked me right in the eye, and said, "Gary, I know
that boys your age sometimes play with themselves, but
it is a nasty habit. Now I am not going to punish you
this time. But I need you to be truthful with me so that
we can come up with a plan to help you stop this nasty
behavior. "How often do you play with your privates,
Gary?"

I hesitated. Then finally, in a very faint voice, I
said, "Six, or maybe, ten times a day." 

"Oh my God! You masturbate ten times a day?" Aunt Leona
asked. Ashamed, I nodded yes.

"Now this is very important, Gary. Last night when you
did this who were you thinking about?" she asked.

Now I was even more embarrassed. I stammered, "I was
thinking about, you know, Su  Su I mean Miss Tanner,
Mrs. Tanner's daughter."

Aunt Leona said, "You mean you think dirty thoughts
about that delightful girl, Susan Tanner. Well, boy, we
are definitely going to have to break you of this nasty
habit. I think I will discuss it with the school nurse,
Miss Wetzel."

I apologized again to my aunt for my nasty behavior.
"Well, Gary, get ready for school. We will talk more
about this later." 

During first and second period classes I tried hard to
forget my shame at having my nasty habit discovered by
my aunt. 

At 11am I went to the Clinic for my scheduled School
Physical Exam. The nurse, Miss Wetzel, was about 21 and
really nice looking and friendly. She took my height and
weight, and checked my hearing and eyesight.  
In the exam room she said, "Open your shirt, now, Gary,
so I can listen to your heart." As I was unbuttoning my
shirt I was shocked to see Susan Tanner entering my exam
room.

Miss Wetzel greeted Susan, and then turned to me. "Susan
helps me in the clinic on Mondays and Fridays as a
volunteer," she said. "Susan will be assisting me with
your physical." I blushed. 

As Susan watched, Miss Wetzel put the stethoscope to my
chest. The nurse smiled, and said, "Everything seems to
be fine here."

"I'm fine, Miss Wetzel. I don't have any health
problems," I said.

Miss Wetzel looked me straight in the eye, and said,
"Gary, you must be truthful with me. Are you sure there
isn't a problem you would like to talk to me about?"

"No, I'm fine. Really!" I said.

"Gary, your Aunt called me this morning. She said that
you had confessed to her this morning that you had a
serious problem of, well, self-control. Can you tell me
about it so we can come up with a plan to help you?"

I looked at Miss Wetzel, and then at Susan, who was
right at her side smiling at me. I was so embarrassed.
"Please, Miss Wetzel, don't make me talk about it with
Miss Tanner here."

"Gary, don't be difficult," the nurse said sternly.
"Miss Tanner is my assistant, and anything you can tell
me you can also say in her presence. I assure you that
both of us are well aware that young boys of your age
sometimes have a serious problem with masturbation. And
that is the problem that you don't want to talk about,
right?"

"Ye ye ye yes, Miss," I stammered. 

"Now, Gary, your aunt says that you have admitted to
masturbating, on average, ten times per day. Is that
right?"

Very ashamed, I nodded yes.

"Oh my!" Susan gasped. "That sure is a lot." I was so
embarrassed. 

"Yes, Susan," Miss Wetzel replied. "Ten times a day is
quite unusual. I would have to say that this boy is a
chronic habitual masturbator. He will need a lot of help
to be cured of this problem."

Turning back to me, Miss Wetzel said, "Now, Gary, your
aunt tells me that when you masturbate you fantasize
about Miss Tanner, here, is that right?"

I was close to fainting from shame and embarrassment. I
closed my eyes, and stammered, "Ye ye ye yes."

Susan gasped, and said, "Gary, that is so nasty that you
think of me like that. I thought you were a good boy."

Crying now, I said, "I'm sorry, Miss Tanner. I won't do
it again. I promise I won't."

Miss Wetzel said, "At least now we know the seriousness
of your problem." She went on, "Ordinarily, Gary, I do
not require that students disrobe for annual school
physicals. But with what you have just confessed, we are
going to have to examine you down here (she pointed at
my crotch) to see if you have an infection or other
medical complication resulting from your habitual
masturbation. So please remove all your clothes."

Crying, I said, "Please, Miss, do I have to?"

"Yes, Gary. Strip now, or I will have to send you to
Mrs. Tanner for severe corporal punishment."

Reluctantly, I took off my shirt, and then my shoes and
socks. Finally, I dropped my shorts. I turned my back to
the nurse and Susan, and very reluctantly pulled off my
white underpants.

Susan said, "Look at those cane stripes on his butt!
Wow, that must have hurt. I count ten, twelve, I think
fourteen stripes."

"That is how naughty boys learn to behave," Nurse Wetzel
said. 

She turned to me and said, "Now turn around, Gary, let
us see your front." 

Shyly, I turned around, but kept my hands over my
privates.

"Stop touching yourself, now," Nurse Wetzel ordered.
"Put your hands on top of your head." I reluctantly took
them away. They could now see everything. 

"I see that this boy has been circumcised. That will
make it much easier for us to examine him," Nurse Wetzel
said.

"But Miss Wetzel, the boy's penis is so puny we will
almost need a microscope to look at it," Susan said.
Both Nurse Wetzel and Susan started to laugh. I felt
like crawling in a hole and dying.

"Susan, you are right that Gary's penis is on the tiny
side, or, as you say, PUNY. But this may simply be due
to the air conditioning in the room. I have found that
young boys, when they are nude and in a chilly room,
tend to shrivel up down there. We will need to do
measurements of his testicles and his penis to see if
his development is normal, or if he may have a hormonal
problem. Would you assist me by extending the boy's
scrotal sac while I measure it?"

"I will be glad to," Susan said with a smile. 

I desperately wanted to run out of the room, but my
terror of being caned again stopped me. Blushing and
shaking, I watched as the cutest girl in the school
grabbed my nuts while the school nurse measured them.
Then Susan grabbed my willy and held it while the nurse
measured its length and width.  To my horror I started
to get that feeling down there, and I knew I was getting
a boner. 

"Miss Wetzel," Susan said. "his penis is becoming, you
know, erect!" 

"Yes, it is," the nurse said. "Just as well because I
want to measure it in its aroused as well as limp
state." So Susan kept holding my prick until it was
sticking straight up. Then the nurse measured it again.

"Four inches long erect, two inches long limp," Miss
Wetzel announced. The nurse began to examine my willy
while Susan held it. 

"Susan, see this redness on the glans and near the
urethral opening." Susan nodded. "That," Miss Wetzel
said, "is caused by this boy's habitual self-abuse. If
we do not find a way to stop this boy from masturbating
he is going to get an infection or worse." 

Smiling, Susan inquired, "Will Gary have to lose his
little balls, Miss Wetzel?"

I screamed, "No, No, No!" and Miss Wetzel and Susan held
me to keep me from running away.

"Calm down, boy," Miss Wetzel said. 

Turning to Susan she said, "No, Susan, castration, or
removal of the testicles, will not be necessary." Susan
looked disappointed. 

Nurse Wetzel went on, "I do know of fourteen cases where
young males who were habitual masturbators had to have a
full penectomy, or amputation of the penis. It is the
only known therapy that achieves a 100% cure rate. But I
doubt that Gary's guardian, his aunt, would approve,
except, maybe, as a last resort." 

I continued screaming and struggling to escape.

Susan again looked disappointed.

"There is a new therapy called infusion, or 'red
balloon' treatment," Miss Wetzel said. "It shows promise
in breaking boys like Gary of their nasty habits. I
won't get into details now, but it involves the use of a
salt water solution, and, yes, there is a red balloon,
but not like anything you have seen before."

Nurse Wetzel then turned to me, and said, "Gary, you may
get dressed now, and then go to lunch. I quickly dressed
as Nurse Wetzel and Susan watched. Susan opened the door
of the exam room. As I turned to leave the nurse said to
me loudly, "Gary, masturbating ten times per day as you
do is certainly a major problem, but I don't want you to
think that it is hopeless. I am sure that we can help
you to overcome it. I will be talking with your aunt."

"Thank you, Miss Wetzel," I said. As I went out into the
waiting area I saw that another student, Lisa from my
gym class, was sitting right there. She giggled when she
saw me. "Oh, no," I thought. "She heard what the nurse
said. Now the whole school will know about my shameful
secret."  

Somehow I got through the rest of the day. After school
Aunt Leona picked me up. When we got home I told her
that Miss Wetzel and Miss Tanner had examined me, and
that the nurse wanted to talk to her. 

After I went to bed my Aunt came in, and said, "Gary, I
just talked with Nurse Wetzel. I have approved the new
red balloon treatment for you. The nurse says she can
give you bi-weekly treatments on Mondays and Fridays
right in the school clinic so you won't have to miss any
school. Your first one will be on Monday at 11am. Now
remember, although the treatment may be a little
uncomfortable, and some of the other kids may try to
make fun of you for needing it, it is very important
that you cooperate. Nurse Wetzel, Susan, and I are
trying to help cure you of your nasty habit because we
care about you."

"I know, Aunt Leona. And I will cooperate. I promise," I
replied. Aunt Leona patted me on the head, and then
kissed my cheek.

Later, lying in bed alone, all the bad things that had
happened to me that day swirled through my head. I
started to get hard. Oh, how I desperately wanted to
reach under my covers and rub myself to get that really
good feeling through my whole body. But I now knew that
it was nasty, and I MUST NOT DO IT, EVER AGAIN. Somehow
I got through the night without being nasty.

The next day was Saturday. I had been hoping to wear my
regular clothes, my jeans and black Star Trek T-shirt.
But Aunt Leona instead laid out a pair of white shorts,
a light blue T-shirt, and clean socks and underpants. I
put them on without complaining. When Aunt Leona took my
dirty clothes away she also stripped the sheets off the
bed. I noticed that she was checking for evidence of my
nastiness. Finding none, she smiled and patted me on the
head. I felt so very proud!

That weekend Aunt Leona had a lot of activities planned
for me. We went food shopping, and she let me buy some
of the junk food that I like. She also let me buy four
comic books. That was great! We went to the science
museum together and I saw a really cool T-rex exhibit.
When we got back, of course, I had to do chores and
homework. But I didn't mind. Best of all I wasn't nasty
and my aunt didn't have to punish me at all that
weekend.

I was a little nervous on Monday morning when I went to
school. I knew that my therapy was going to start in the
Clinic at eleven that morning. And I really didn't know
what to expect. The other kids all seemed to giggle when
I passed by them in the halls. I think they all knew
about my secret nasty habit. I even heard them whisper
about "the red balloon" and laugh. I think some of them
knew more about my new therapy than I did.

At eleven I went to the Clinic and Miss Wetzel led me
into a special room that I hadn't seen before. It had a
bed on it with leg rests set way high over the bed. On
the leg rests and also at the front of the bed I saw
some leather straps. 

"This is a gynecological exam chair, Gary," Miss Wetzel
said. "Ordinarily, we use it only for the girls, but
today you have the honor to lay on it. Now take off all
your clothes and lay down on the bed. I will be back in
a minute. I obeyed. 

A few minutes later Miss Wetzel returned. Susan was with
her, and they were carrying some really weird tubes and
other equipment.

"Gary," Nurse Wetzel said. "First we will get you
settled on this exam chair, and then we will explain
what we are going to do." Before I could speak Susan and
the nurse grabbed both my wrists and strapped them down
at the head of the bed. 

"What are you doing?" I cried. I could no longer move my
arms more than an inch or two.

They didn't answer me, but instead went to the other end
of the bed. Susan and the nurse then grabbed my ankles
and raised them together, and split my legs way wide
apart until they almost hurt. Then they put my legs on
the rests, and fastened the leg straps. Finally a strap
was fastened across my stomach. Now I couldn't move at
all, and was in the most shameful position possible.
Right up there where Nurse Wetzel and Susan were working
my nuts, my prick, and my asshole were on full display.
I was totally helpless, and blushing like mad. The nurse
and Susan had big smiles on their faces. They were
obviously very pleased with my helpless position.

"Gary," Miss Wetzel said. "I am sorry about having to
use the restraint straps. But we do not want you to hurt
yourself by thrashing around, or, worse, trying to get
off the bed, until we are finished giving you your
therapy today." 

She continued, "The treatment you will receive is called
"Scrotal/penal infusion" and is designed to make your
genitals so sensitive to touch that you will have no
desire to abuse them through masturbation. We will be
injecting about 800cc's of a saline, or salt, solution
into your ball sac. As the fluid goes into you your
little sac will slowly expand. When we are finished it
will have a blown up look, and be the size of a small
balloon. That is why the treatment is sometimes called
"red balloon" treatment.

I screamed, "No, No. It will hurt. I hate needles. I
don't want you to stick big needles in my balls."

Nurse Wetzel looked sternly at me, and said, "Well,
naughty boy. If you were not an habitual masturbator you
wouldn't need this treatment, would you? You have only
yourself to blame if it is a little uncomfortable."

She turned to Susan and said, please prepare the patient
by shaving off the pubic hair, and then washing his
genitals with the antiseptic solution.

"Oh no. Don't cut off my pubes. The guys will all laugh
at me," I screamed. But they didn't pay any attention. I
felt the cream going on, and then I saw Susan, smiling,
with a razor in her hand. Seconds later I was hairless
down there, and Susan was washing my most private areas.
When she finished I had another boner.

Nurse Wetzel was now holding a plastic bag with some
clear liquid in it. The bag was attached to a long tube
with a big needle at the end. Smiling, she showed it to
me. "Now, I am going to put this catheter needle into
your scrotum. It will hurt, but that can't be helped." 

I screamed when I felt the needle entering my balls. "It
hurts, it hurts," I cried. "Can't you put me to sleep?"

"No, Gary, we cannot use anesthesia or pain killers for
this procedure," Miss Wetzel said. "You will be getting
this twice a week until we have determined that you are
cured." 

I began bawling. My little balls hurt like hell from the
needle, and from all the water they were shooting into
them. "Please stop, Miss Wetzel, Miss Tanner. I promise
never to touch myself again."

Nurse Wetzel and Susan just laughed at me. Susan said,
"Miss Wetzel, look, Gary's sac is already getting
larger. It does look like a red balloon about three
inches wide."

"We are barely started, Susan," Nurse Wetzel replied.
"When we are finished the boy's sac will have a diameter
of about eight inches. And the water will also cause his
penis to thicken from its current one inch diameter to
three inches or more."

"Oh, no," I screamed. "I'm going to be a freak."

"No, Gary," Miss Wetzel said. "But you will hopefully be
a very repentant boy who has no desire to masturbate
ever again."

I bawled and bawled. The pain was getting worse and
worse in my balls, and I could see between my legs that
they were blowing up like a red balloon.

"Wow," Susan said. "It is really, really cute. It's so
big, like a red balloon, a water balloon. All the kids,
especially the girls, are going to want to see it."

"Yes, Susan," Nurse Wetzel said. "It is only natural
that Gary's classmates will be curious. And I am sure
that they all will have a chance to see, and even feel,
his 'red balloon.'"

"Does the sac, the 'red balloon', ever pop?" Susan said
with a big smile.

"Very rarely, Susan," Nurse Wetzel said. "And if it
does, we just give the boy a few stitches in his
scrotum, and he is ready for a new infusion. The popping
doesn't do any permanent harm."

Finally, Nurse Wetzel declared that I had enough fluid.
I continued screaming as she removed the needle catheter
from my privates. 

"We are going to remove the restraints, and let you
stand, Gary. So don't try to struggle. If you do I will
not hesitate to send you over to Mrs. Tanner's office
for a caning. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Wetzel," I sobbed. 

Soon they had me on my feet and I got a better look at
my new "big balls." They were huge, just like a red
balloon, and very, very sensitive. 

"Well, Gary, do you feel like masturbating now?" Susan
asked me.

"No, no. It hurts," I sobbed.

"Good. That means the therapy is already working. Isn't
that right, Miss Wetzel?" Susan said.

"It is a promising start," Miss Wetzel said with a
smile. 

When I got dressed I found out that my balls were much
too big to fit in my underpants. I cried out in pain as
the too small underpants pinched my very sensitive 'big
balls.'

"We thought you might need some new underwear," Miss
Wetzel said. "Try this." 

She handed me what looked like a large jockstrap, with a
huge pouch. I put it on and she was right, it was more
comfortable. I very carefully put my school shorts on
over the new jockstrap. 

"Remember, Gary, your next therapy is this Friday at
11am. Since the saline solution will slowly be absorbed
into your body you will need new infusions twice a
week."

"Yes, Miss Wetzel," I said. 

"Gary, I know that your next class at 1pm is physical
education. You would probably like to be excused, but as
a nurse I think it is important that you get back into
exercise and activity right away. I will call Miss
Conroy, your physical education teacher, to advise her
of your condition, and your need to wear the new larger
supporter to prevent injury."

"Yes, Miss Wetzel," I said. 

I left the clinic and slowly walked over to the gym. I
was glad to see that there were no boys in the small
boys locker room. I changed into my gym uniform, but
kept my new supporter on. I was shocked by, you know,
what I saw down there. I felt like a freak. It looked so
weird, and it hurt, I mean, really hurt. Jerking off was
the farthest thing from my mind. "Maybe this is what I
need to stop me from being nasty," I thought to myself.

When I went out to the gym area Miss Conroy and all the
students were standing there after just completing
exercises.

When the kids saw me they all began to laugh and clap.
Then they chanted, "red balloon, red balloon, red
balloon, red balloon." Even Miss Conroy, the teacher,
was doing it. I was so embarrassed.

Finally, the teacher blew her whistle, and the kids
became quiet. Miss Conroy turned to me, and said, "You
are quite a celebrity, Gary. By now everyone here has
heard about you getting the red balloon, or infusion
therapy, in your scrotum. And we know that it is
designed to cure your serious problem with habitual
masturbation. Isn't that right?" 

Blushing, I nodded, and said, "Yes, Miss Conroy."

"Gary, I think it would help your therapy if you showed
us all the balloon. Now!"

Reluctantly, I slowly pulled my white gym shorts down.
And then even more carefully I took down my jockstrap.

There were gasps from the class. The girls all stared in
amazement at my big balls, my red balloon, and my fat
peter.

"They are so so huge, they do look just like a red
balloon," one girl cried out. There were murmurs of
agreement from the others. All the girls came up to look
at my 'red balloon.' A few, including Miss Conroy,
actually touched and handled it, even though I cried out
in pain. I was so glad when gym class finally ended.

Aunt Leona picked me up at 3:30pm. "You have gone
through a big change," she said. 

"Yes, it's big alright," I replied. When we got home she
had me strip off all my clothes. 

"Now, Gary, sit on my lap so I can see the results of
your first treatment," Aunt Leona ordered. 

I obeyed. It was so embarrassing sitting naked on my
aunt's lap. She touched my balls. At first she was
gentle. But then she started to push them and slap them
right and left. 

I screamed, "Ouch! That hurts. Please stop, Aunt Leona."

"Stop squirming while I examine you. Are these delicate
danglies a little sensitive? If so it serves you right.
Now maybe you will stop masturbating." 

When she finished her exam Aunt Leona stood me up and
said, "Gary, Mrs. Tanner called me earlier today. She
said that you were rude with Nurse Wetzel and Susan, and
failed to thank them after your therapy. As punishment I
am now going to spank you."

Over her lap I went, with my big balls placed carefully
between her thighs. Then the spanking began. WHAP WHAP
WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP WHAP. First
she used her hand, and then she switched to the
hairbrush. WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
WHAP WHAP. It seemed to go on forever, and I was bawling
when she finished.

"Now, Gary," Aunt Leona said. "I want you to see Nurse
Wetzel and Susan tomorrow to apologize for your
behavior. Then thank them for giving you your new
balloon therapy." 

"Yes, Aunt Leona," I sobbed.

She put her arms around me. Then she said, "You know
that we all want what is best for you. I love you very
much."


To be continued


  
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