UAABB Code of Conduct Part 3
by Aldic
Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
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Part 3
The next day at school I was really nervous. The white
cotton briefs my mom bought were too small and confining,
and every time I thought about what was about to happen I
felt my dick start to twitch and I had to make a mental
effort to keep from getting a boner. I wasn't sure I would
be able to get through the whole day.
The first person I met when I got off the bus was Lester
Crabbets, who made a straight line towards me. I didn't
want to talk with him right then, although I was still
hoping to meet him someplace alone during the day. "I've
got nothing to say to you Crabbets" I said to him, trying to
walk around him, but he managed to stay in front of me.
"Too bad, because I've got two things to say to you. First,
I told my brother what you did, and he told me how to handle
it, and I think you are in for a long year. Second, Mrs.
Gates told me to give you this." He handed me the shirt I
had ripped the buttons off of yesterday. I had no choice
but to take it, although it was very tempting to just drop
it in the trash.
I headed to my locker, but there was a hall monitor standing
there. It was a seventh grader named Bobby something or
other.
"You're not allowed to be here dressed like that" he
started, blocking me from my locker. "Mrs. Gates thought
you might forget that you are to report to her office
first."
I thought about pushing him out of the way, and actually
raised my arms to do it, but then decided I was in enough
trouble this week. But when I raised my arms, the kid
shielded his face and backed away. "Don't be such a pussy,
I'm not going to hit you. I'm in enough trouble as it is.
Besides, you aren't worth it." I turned and headed for Mrs.
Gates' office. Bobby followed along three steps behind like
a little lost puppy or something.
When we got to the office, Mrs. Gates brought both of us in.
"So he went to his locker first I take it?" she asked Bobby.
"You were right, he went there first. And then he was going
to hit me, but he didn't. But he called me a, ah, he called
me a name."
"What name did you call him?" Mrs. Gates asked me.
"I didn't call him no name, and I wasn't going to hit him.
He told me I had to come here first and here I am."
"He raised his arms like he was going to hit me, and he
called me a pussy" Bobby said softly.
Mrs. Gates scanned through the notes she took from our
meeting yesterday. "I see I already gave you an hour of
public property today at lunch. I'm going to upgrade your
UA2 charge to a AB2. That gives you 5 days of wearing
nothing but underwear with two BBSs per day followed by 2
days, actually 12 hours, of wearing nothing but underwear
with two BBSs per day. Bobby, what room do you have
homeroom in?"
"Room 111" Bobby answered.
"Okay, you can go so that you have time to get to your
locker and homeroom." As Bobby left Mrs. Gates saw the
shirt I was carrying. "I see you got the shirt from Lester,
which reminds me; I changed your schedule for first quarter.
Instead of study hall after lunch you now will go to Ms.
Bock's dress-making lab where you will learn how to clean,
press, and repair that shirt. You will not receive a grade
for the class, but you must earn an 'A' for the module or
continue to repeat it Once you have gotten an 'A' for the
shirt you can ask me to reassign you back to study hall. So
all I need now is your clothes and then you can be on your
way."
I knew this was coming, it was all I had thought about since
last night, so you'd think it would have been easy; but it
wasn't. I turned my back and unbuttoned my shirt but paused
right there.
"If you are late to homeroom, you risk detention you know, I
won't excuse you for being late because you are here."
Remembering her threat to use a teacher or somebody to pull
my clothes off got me moving again. I had this horrible
thought that she might grab a couple of kids out of the hall
to come in and strip me like my mom and aunt and cousin did
yesterday. With that thought, I quickly completed the task
and handed over everything except my backpack and
underpants.
Mrs. Gates gave me my socks and shoes back. "You can't go
barefoot, you could get an injury. And you wear the
backpack on your back like it's designed; you don't carry it
over your front."
As I put my socks and shoes on she said "After you go to you
locker, report to room 111 instead of your own homeroom.
Tell the teacher there that I sent you and that you should
stand in the front of the room until I arrive. Do you
understand the instructions this time?"
I nodded my head and hoisted my backpack up on my back.
Walking past all the women in the office area was hard, but
mostly I was hidden behind divider walls. When I reached
the door to the hall I hesitated. I could hear the sounds
of kids yelling and lockers slamming on the other side, and
knew what would happen as soon as I came out. I glanced at
the clock and saw I only had six minutes, and I needed to go
to the bathroom. I wish I had gone there first, I really
didn't want to now, but it was either that or pee my pants
half way through first period. And I needed to go to my
locker and get a book I needed for second period. I
couldn't wait any longer so I opened the door and stepped
into the hall.
For the first ten steps I took nothing changed, but by then
the kids started noticing me. Everyone was passing the word
on up and down the hall to make sure nobody missed seeing me
in my white cotton briefs. They must have contrasted well
with my face because my ears were so hot I thought they
might set my hair on fire. Every kind of comment you could
think of was being made; but I think the worst was "did you
mommy forget to dress you this morning?"
In the bathroom I hid in a stall rather than stand at the
urinals so I escaped some of the comments, but as I was
leaving someone said "Look, he left a piss stain on his
undies!" I looked and didn't see anything, but it made me
realize that I was going to have to be very sure to shake
off every last drop or everyone in school would know. I
hurried to my locker and then to room 111.
I told the teacher there exactly what Mrs. Gates said to
tell her. "That's fine then" she said. "Stand right here
with your hands behind your neck."
She placed me in front of the blackboard right by the door
where anyone in the hall would see me and the kids in the
class had an unobstructed view. I started to get that
feeling again and was trying to keep from popping wood. I
knew many of the kids in this class and it sure was
uncomfortable standing there with my hands behind my neck.
The bell rang and she asked me to introduce myself and tell
the class why I was there. I told them my name even though
many of them already knew me but I said I didn't know why I
was there. The teacher asked if I was sure, but the only
answer I could give was that Mrs. Gates told me to come
here.
"Does anyone think they know why this boy is here today?"
she asked the class. Bobby raised his hand and she called
on him.
"I think he's going to get a BBS here, I heard Mrs. Gates
add it to his sentence."
The reaction from the kids showed that either they didn't
know what a BBS was or that they knew and were eagerly
hoping that Bobby was right. For those who didn't know, the
teacher solved it by asking who knew what a BBS was, and
called on a girl to answer.
"It's a bare-bottom spanking Ms. Garret. But they wouldn't
really do it here in front of all of us would they? I mean,
with girls in the class, would they actually do it?" It
looked to me like she really hoped the answer to her
question was yes.
"For those of you who didn't read the flyer yesterday, there
is a study out that suggests a relationship exists between
excessive modesty and aggressive behavior. The purpose of
UAABB is to replace that modesty with a positive feeling
about their bodies, which will lead to reducing or
eliminating the aggressive behavior. Little boys have no
reason to be modest, so there is no reason to restrict any
penalties to boys-only settings."
There was that 'little boy' phrase again. I noticed that
several of the boys blushed when she said it. One of the
boys asked "What about girls, are they going to be subject
to the same punishments?"
"First, we try to look at this in a positive manner. This
isn't punishment; it is a penalty for not demonstrating
proper behavior. But the answer to your question is they
could be, but in general girls don't seem to have an
excessive amount of modesty which is reflected by the tiny
amount of aggressive behavior they participate in."
"So does that mean we won't get to see a girl get a BBS" the
same boy asked.
"Rob, would you like to see a girl get a BBS?" the teacher
asked.
Without any apparent thought, the kid answered immediately
"You bet, the more the better!" The boys in the class
laughed.
"How many of you want to see a girl receive a BBS?" the
teacher asked. Every boy raised his hand, none of the girls
did.
"Look around you, Jacob" the teacher said to him. "Notice
only the boys have their hands raised. In her question,
Gail didn't display a desire to see this boy, or any other
boy, receive a BBS, she was just questioning if the girls
should be present. In fact, she was so used to excessive
modesty by boys that she was trying to protect his. But you
stated you want to see a girl have a BBS ordered. And the
boys in this class seem to agree with you. To want to see a
girl, or anyone, get spanked is a display of an aggressive
behavior."
I didn't follow her argument, it seemed contrived to me. I
was sure that the girl was just as hopeful as the boys at
being able to witness me get a BBS. Maybe she didn't show
it as openly, but the desire was there. The teacher never
asked how many wanted to see a boy get spanked, I'll bet all
of the girls would have raised their hand for that. But
what happened next really surprised me.
"I want the boys to remove their shirts; and undershirts if
they are wearing them for the rest of this class. We need
to help you overcome your modesty to stop aggressive
behavior before it starts. And Jacob, when Mrs. Gates gets
here I'm going to recommend he assign you 1 hour of UA1 to
be served in this class. Until she gets here, please come
up front and stand next to this boy."
"What? You can't do that, I didn't do anything wrong. This
isn't fair."
Boy, did those words sound familiar. I remember Mrs. Gates
telling me that I would have soon have company, but I didn't
expect it this soon.
"Jacob, if I have to ask twice I'll ask Mrs. Gates for two
hours instead."
Jacob shook his head, but took his shirt off and joined me
in the front of the room. He put his arms behind his head
without waiting to be told. We were only there a few more
seconds before Mrs. Gates arrived. The teacher told the
class to remain quiet and went out into the hall with Mrs.
Gates.
"This is all your fault" Jacob said to me as soon as the
door was closed.
"Hey, I didn't have anything to do with you; all I did was
stand here like I was told."
A boy from the front of the class joined in. "Yeah, but
because of you now our teacher thinks it's a good idea to
embarrass all of us. If you weren't here none of this would
have happened." Many other boys stated their agreement.
"Too bad" I said, "but you guys set yourselves up for what
happened. I'm not taking the blame because you are too
stupid to see how the wind is blowing."
"Are you calling us stupid now?" another boy yelled, and a
general yelling match commenced. The teacher and Mrs. Gates
walked in and slammed the door, ending the yelling.
"What is going on in here?" the teacher asked.
"They were fighting" a girl said which lead to many of the
boys yelling their version of the story. The teacher
quieted the class down again.
"Are you sure they were fighting? I didn't see any of that
and I was right outside the door."
"Well, it wasn't physical fighting, but I'm sure it was
going to get to that. But they were calling each other
names and making threats, and it was getting out of control.
They were doing just what you said before, 'demonstrating
aggressive behavior'" the girl answered.
This caused another round of yelling by the boys. Mrs.
Gates and the teacher both yelled for everyone to be quiet.
They clearly heard the last comment from a boy who said "we
were just being boys, there's nothing wrong with that!"
"There is nothing wrong with being a boy. But this is
exactly the type of behavior we cannot tolerate" Mrs. Gates
said.
"Who can point a finger at any girl that participated in the
yelling that occurred while Mrs. Gates and I were in the
hall?" the teacher asked. "Who can point a finger at any
girl that yelled out comments without being called upon? It
is the boys who display nearly all unacceptable and
aggressive behavior."
"Gail, how many girls in your gym class last year did not
change for gym and shower after class was done?"
She shrugged her shoulders and said "Some on the first week
or two, but after that everyone did."
"Clark, how many boys did the same in your class last year
and the year before?"
I could see how this was going to play out, but I couldn't
lie, the answers were already known. "In sixth grade, I
don't remember anyone showering. Last year, only a few boys
and only if we came back really sweaty. Most of us just put
our clothes on over our gym shorts." A few girls went "uhh,
ick" when I said this.
"And that is why we see this behavior in boys and not in
girls; there is a difference in modesty," Mrs. Gates said.
"We need to change that if we are going to have order and
discipline in our school. Because of what happened here
today, I am assigning each boy in this class two hours of
UA1. Ms. Garret can enforce it in here if she desires.
During this assignment, the boys will all be dressed exactly
as Clark Stuart is, as described in the flyer."
"Speaking of Clark, he is here today for threatening a hall
monitor this morning. For that, he is to receive a BBS, and
I want Bobby Shepard to administer it. Bobby, please come
up here."
Bobby stood up and came up to the front of the class. He
looked a lot less sure of himself now that he was topless,
but that could have been just my imagination. Mrs. Gates
positioned me behind the teacher's desk and said to Bobby
"As part of this, you get to choose if you want him to lower
his underpants to his knees, lower them to his ankles, or to
take them off completely."
I didn't dare look at Bobby; I didn't want to influence him
negatively. He hesitated a few seconds before saying "I
want him to remove them."
I don't know how red my face got, but it sure must have been
something to look at. Mrs. Gates told me to take them off,
fold them, and set them on the desk. I took a quick
measurement, it looked like the desk was just high enough to
keep any of the kids from seeing me, but they would all
still know that I was standing in their classroom naked. I
slipped the briefs off and put them on the desk as
instructed.
"Now go around to the front of the desk and lean over the
top. Once you are in position put your hands behind your
neck and leave them there."
This changed my idea that nobody would be able to see me.
"Please Mrs. Gates, I didn't threaten him. Please don't
make me do this." She just folded her arms and stared at me
for a few seconds, and then she turned to the class.
"Clark told me this morning he was innocent, but Bobby
maintains he thought Clark was going to hit him. Did anyone
else observe what happened this morning?"
A girl raised her hand and said "I saw Bobby standing by one
of the lockers and wondered what was up because he normally
only has his hall monitor badge on during fourth period.
When CJ came up, he said something to him, but I was too far
away to hear what it was. CJ raised his arm up and Bobby
quickly took three steps back. I thought CJ was going to
push him, or hit him or something, but once Bobby backed
away he didn't chase after him."
Mrs. Gates turned to me. "Bobby's version of the events has
been verified. Now step around and lean over the desk.
Little boys have no reason to be this modest." The comment
about 'little boys' caused some snickering, but the real
interest came when I stepped sideways from behind the desk
and bent over the top as quickly as I could.
"Because I had to ask you twice, we will do this again
tomorrow" Mrs. Gates said. "Bobby, you again have a choice
to make. You can use your hand and give him thirty spanks,
or you can use this and give him ten."
I couldn't see what she had, but I would be feeling it in a
few seconds because Bobby chose the object she offered.
"Clark, each time you remove your hands from behind your
neck I will start the count over again. Bobby, you may
begin."
Whatever Bobby was swinging, it hurt. It was flexible and
wrapped around the contours of my butt when it hit, and it
made a very noticeable smacking sound. Mrs. Gates counted
out the strokes. The third one hit below my buttocks and
wrapped around my thigh, causing me to reach back and try to
block the next blow.
"Clark, I warned you not to move your hands or we would
start over."
"But it hurt, he hit me in the balls" I yelled.
"Move up here further" she said, pulling me further across
the desk until my head and shoulders were over the far edge.
"Now, put your weight on your legs instead of the desk, I
want your belly off the top." In order to do this I had to
spread my legs out to the side.
"Good" she said as soon as my arms were behind my neck
again. "Now you can start again Bobby."
With my legs bent out to the sides, every hit wrapped around
into my crack. Bobby either accidentally or purposely aimed
low every now and again, causing the tool he had to wrap
around my thigh. I wasn't sure which was worse, but some
how I hung on with out moving.
I really didn't intend to cry, but there were tears in my
eyes as I repositioned myself to take the weight off my
legs. "Stand up face Bobby with your hands behind your
neck" Mrs. Gates said to me.
I stood up and saw that Bobby was between me and the class.
To face him meant exposing myself to everyone except those
who were right behind him. I moved as close to him as
possible. I could see now that he had been using a three
foot length of what looked like a red rubber hose to spank
me with.
"Do you think that the spanking Bobby gave you was
sufficient?"
What a question! "Yes, I do, I couldn't have taken any
more."
"Then thank him for doing a proper job and ask him if he
will give you your underpants."
This was getting worse and worse, now I had to thank a
seventh grader for spanking me in front of his class.
"Thank you Bobby for doing a good job. Could you please
give me my underpants?"
Bobby looked at Mrs. Gates, maybe to see if he had to give
them back. She nodded her head and he stepped out from in
front of me to retrieve them from the desk. As soon as he
moved, I lowered my hands from my back to cover my groin.
"Hands behind your head Clark! Why is that so hard to
remember?" Most of the class laughed as I raised my hands
back behind my head. My dick was starting to harden, and I
couldn't find the mental energy it took to keep it soft.
Bobby made sure he didn't block anyone's view when he handed
me my underpants. I grabbed for them and started to put
them on.
"I didn't say you could lower your hands, Clark" Mrs. Gates
said. But, at least she didn't stop me from putting my
briefs back on. "Bobby, come with Clark and me for a few
minutes, would you please?" She walked to the door and held
it open for us. I wondered what horror was going to happen
next.