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", "writing": "[right][url=https://inkbunny.net/s/1459648]Cover art[/url] by [url=https://inkbunny.net/Iztli]Iztli[/url]. Used with permission.[/right]\n\nOh yiff, not again… An overwhelming sense of dread filled Peter down to his doggy bones as he looked out over the school auditorium. Again. He did [I]not[/I] like being here, under the harsh lights, on the creaky old wooden floor, breathing the smell of musty stage curtains. He tried to avoid fidgeting, avoid flexing his paws against the hard wood floor. Not very successfully.\n\nMrs. Bennet, the tall and gaunt doe who was the assistant principal, slowly and stiffly made her way to the front of the stage. Peter tried not to look at her. It just made him feel worse about what was coming.\n\n“All of you know why we are gathered here today,” she enunciated loudly. Mrs. Bennet [I]never[/I] needed a microphone for these things. “The Claudel Academy holds its students to the most rigorous standards of behavior and morality. And yet, perfection is never quite attainable, and rare as they may be, [I]deviances[/I] from the accepted…”\n\nPeter sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. Why couldn't they just get this over with quickly and be done with it?\n\n“...This student’s [I]vicious[/I] disrespect to our history teacher, Mister Howard, does [I]not[/I] represent the high standards to which…”\n\n‘Vicious disrespect’... Peter might have laughed in any other situation. He’d only been standing up to a bully. That big bulldog kid had been sitting behind Peter’s friend Molly in class, snapping Molly’s bra through her shirt over and over again. He kept teasing her with things like “Aren’t you really a boy?” and “You don’t need one of those!” Peter told the bigger dog to knock it off, and there had been a little bit of a fight … and that’s when Mr. Howard came in, telling Peter to stop.\n\n[I]That’s[/I] when Peter had gone too far. He told Mr. Howard off righteously, asking him how that pig could possibly ignore what the bully was doing to Molly and yet be so attentive whenever anybody stood up to the bully…\n\nAnd … yeah. That’s how Peter ended up here, experiencing the Claudel Academy’s infamous ‘punishment of shame’ for the third time in his young life. He was only in his ninth year! Only thirteen! Why did these things keep happening to [I]him?[/I]\n\n“And so,” Mrs. Bennet concluded, “these perfidious students shall now bare their souls to the faculty and the assembled student body of the illustrious Claudel Academy, to humbly and penitently request the generosity of the student body’s forgiveness and the academy staff’s forbearance.”\n\nIt was about baring far more than just his ‘soul’, Peter knew. He had no idea how they got away with this kind of thing. Probably because they were a private school. It wasn't just an apology – it was the [I]very[/I] public humiliation of being stripped nude and spanked right out in front of absolutely everyone in the school.\n\n“Peter Francis Campbell.”\n\nThat was his cue. And he knew better than to ignore it. Nothing good ever happened to kids who hesitated like that.\n\nSlowly, he made his way up front, toward the center of the stage, right next to Mrs. Bennet. Her pinstriped pantsuit hung straight down from her thin frame, and the scent of her perfume was overwhelming. It smelled like medicine. Peter was very, [I]very[/I] aware of how everyone’s eyes were on him. Every single person. The stage lights felt so hot against his fur.\n\n“Begin,” she said, coldly and quietly, only loud enough for him to hear.\n\nIt hadn’t always been this way. They used to only strip kids down to their undies. But then the new headmaster had come in, and he’d insisted that everything be done strictly ‘by the book’. Peter had never seen what book mentioned this, but apparently it said that students being punished had to be [I]completely[/I] nude first…\n\nMrs. Bennet turned her head and looked down at him. “Are you disregarding the vice principal’s orders, boy?”\n\n“N-no Ma’am.” It looked like he couldn't put it off any longer. Not that he’d give them the satisfaction of seeing him squirm, though. He clenched his fists tight and nearly snarled … only to unclench his hands a moment later because he had to use them to unbutton his shirt.\n\nIt felt [I]wrong[/I], undressing in front of everybody. No matter how angry he tried to feel about it, there was no way around that. He saw most of the kids and teachers here every day. Probably spent more time with them than with his parents. And he knew from experience that they all would be talking and laughing behind his back for [I]weeks[/I] afterward.\n\nBut there was no helping that. He slipped his shirt off, slightly ashamed that he didn’t have very big muscles or anything. The stage lights burned against his back as he turned and bent down to lay his shirt neatly folded on the floor behind him. But the eyes of almost three hundred students burned against his bare fur even hotter. Why could he feel them so keenly?\n\nMrs. Bennet turned back to the audience. “It is the sacred belief of the Claudel Academy that our developing students must be taught to cast aside both worldly distraction and the pursuit of vanity. Only dedication and humility will bring the discipline and success that we pride ourselves upon.”\n\nThe shirt was the easy part. Peter’s whole body tensed as he took hold of the button of his trousers. Beyond the bright lights of the stage, he could only clearly see the first few rows of students in the uncomfortable folding wooden seats he knew all too well … and fervently wished he was currently sitting in. Some of the other kids stared at him with terrifying intensity. Others, like his otter friend Luke, tried to look away … but kept glancing back up at him anyway. Maybe most disturbing of all were the ones who tried to look as though they weren’t watching … but he could see the little glints of them watching from the corners of their eyes. They… Did they [I]want[/I] to see him naked? But what if they were disappointed? What if he wasn't good enough for them, not up to their standards, whatever those standards might be? What if his undies had a stain on them? Oh Heavens above – had he remembered to get clean ones this morning?\n\nForcing himself to do it, moving mechanically, he shoved the waistband of his trousers down.\n\nIt was only when the legs of them got caught against his shoes that he realized he’d made a [I]huge[/I] mistake. He’d been so nervous he completely forgot to take his shoes off first! Now they were stuck around his ankles, and the entire school was treated to the sight of him in his tighty whities fumbling and bouncing about as he struggled to untie his shoes and pull them off, despite the bunched-up fabric in the way.\n\nA murmur rose among the normally silent audience. Snickering, muffled chuckles. Nothing that could [I]quite[/I] be called an outright laugh yet, but he could tell it wasn't far off.\n\n“I [I]suggest[/I] that you all remain silent,” Mrs. Bennet said, “unless you would like to join Master Campbell here on the stage.”\n\n[I]Instantly[/I], the entire assembly went quiet.\n\n“Maintaining discipline is a serious matter of the utmost importance. It is [I]not[/I] an occasion for levity.” She looked down at Peter with an absolutely straight face. Not even the slightest hint of a grin. “Are you nearly finished, or do you require assistance?”\n\nIt was bad enough for everyone to see him undressing. The other kids would make fun of him [I]even worse[/I] if he needed the teachers’ help! “No, no … I’ve got it…”\n\nAnd he did … kind of. He finally managed to get his other shoe off, and that meant he was able to slip his feet free of the trouser legs with something that almost kind of sort of resembled dignity. While he was there – more to delay the inevitable than anything else – he took off his socks as well.\n\nWhich left him standing there, right out in front of everybody, in only his undies.\n\nHe wished he was wearing cool ones. He wasn't even sure what [I]would[/I] be cool. Boxers, maybe? But he was [I]completely[/I] sure that this wasn't it. He looked away from all the kids in the audience staring at him. He couldn't take it any more.\n\nBut that just brought his attention to the [I]teachers[/I] staring at him. The sides and back of the stage were lined with almost all of the school’s faculty. Mr. Howard, the fat boar who’d put Peter in this situation to begin with, stared intently, with a malicious smirk on his perpetually sweaty-looking face. But they were [I]all[/I] looking. Some with a touch of sympathy, maybe, others with … something else. Peter had been too innocent to realize it the previous times, but he could tell now. A few of the teachers were looking [I]too[/I] intently. They looked as if they were stopping themselves from licking their lips. It made his fur stand on end. Of course they’d never do anything right here with everyone watching, but he could tell they were [I]thinking about it[/I]. He shuddered.\n\nAnd what was worse, he couldn't put off pulling his undies down any longer, either. The previous times he’d been in trouble had been under the old headmaster. He’d been able to stop at his undies. This was the first time he’d have to take [I]everything[/I] off.\n\nHis chest was tight, his hands trembled. This was [I]so[/I] unfair! He gripped the waistband of his undies. There was so much tension in his arms he felt like he could bend a steel pipe with his bare hands.\n\nClenching his teeth so hard it hurt, he pulled them down. Despite Mrs. Bennet’s admonition to be silent, there was a perceptible hint of a gasp. Or at least a collective breath from the seats.\n\nAs soon as he’d set his undies down on the stack of folded clothes behind him, Peter stood back up, holding his hands in front of himself, trying to look like he was doing so casually as he hid his embarrassingly unexceptional package from the other students … even as he could feel teachers eyeing his butt from behind.\n\n[I]Crack![/I] The slap of Mrs. Bennet’s bony hand against Peter’s wrist rang out over the entire auditorium, echoing in the huge room. “None of that, young man!” She scoffed. “Once you’ve properly atoned for your misbehavior, you will have no further need for shame. What you feel now is merely a symptom of your delinquency, which must now be expunged.”\n\nPeter squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his hands back to his sides. He clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his palm painfully … almost as painful as the mark on his wrist where Mrs. Bennet’s slap still stung. With his eyes closed, he could almost imagine that he was alone, in private.\n\n[I]Almost[/I]. Even with everyone around him as silent as they could be, there was no mistaking the feel of the giant room. The subtle sounds of a quiet crowd. Somewhere in the back of the audience, somebody coughed.\n\nMrs. Bennet quietly cleared her throat. “Do you have anything you wish to say to your teachers and your fellow students?” she said under her breath.\n\nOh right. The apology! He’d been so focused on the unbearable shame of everybody in the school gazing at his exposed sheath, his tightly clenching balls… Right.\n\nWith a deep, [I]deep[/I] breath, Peter opened his eyes and stared boldly up at Mrs. Bennet. “I apologize [I]sincerely[/I] for my transgressions.” The words burned in his tense throat. All lies, but he [I]had[/I] to say it. “To prove the sincerity of my regret, I must bare my soul.” Oh crap, oh crap, how was the next part supposed to go again? “To prove the… the purity of my intention, I bare my body. Please accept my apology.”\n\nHis very angriest stare didn’t seem to affect Mrs. Bennet in the slightest. She looked back down at him impassively. Then she nodded back at one of the other teachers.\n\nMr. Howard came trundling up from behind. With a [I]plunk[/I] and a little screech of metal against wood, he set a schoolroom desk on the stage behind Peter. It was a desk just like any other at the school, with its worn wooden top and paint flaking on the metal legs. But this [I]particular[/I] desk was only used here on the stage, never in a classroom. The adjustable legs on it had been set much shorter than most.\n\nHis task done, Mr. Howard quickly returned to the line of teachers watching. While the rest of the teachers tried to appear impartial, Mr. Howard stared with a lecherous, malevolent grin. He was going to [I]enjoy[/I] this, wasn't he?\n\nPeter stared back, over his shoulder, his fists still clenched as tight as ever. He should joke about the history class being ‘boaring’ again. He [I]knew[/I] that old joke really got under Mr. Howard’s skin. [I]But[/I] … it wouldn't really be worth it if that ended up with him right back on this stage again, would it? He’d have to find some way so that Mr. Howard wouldn't know who it was…\n\nMrs. Bennet cleared her throat [I]very[/I] loudly. “Turn around, Master Campbell. You should know by now how this is done.”\n\nPeter’s fur stood on end. He trembled as he shuffled stiffly around until his tail faced the audience.\n\n“Feet shoulder width apart.”\n\nHe breathed a deep, strained sigh as he slid one foot against the old lacquer-smelling wood of the stage. Why make it easy for them? Make her force him every step of the way…\n\nShe seemed perfectly happy to do so. “Bend at the hips.”\n\nHe didn’t bother holding his hands against the low desk. He knew what was coming next.\n\n“Grasp the back of your knees.”\n\nHe’d been clenching his fists so hard for so long, it actually wasn't easy to open his hands again. They ached now. But the pain was almost nothing compared to what he knew was coming.\n\n“[I]Tail[/I],” Mrs. Bennet said with a vicious snap in her voice.\n\nThat was it. His last shred of modesty. But there was nothing for it. No way out. Clenching his jaw and squeezing his eyes shut, he forced his tail upward. It wasn't easy. Every instinct in him told him to clamp that tail down [I]hard[/I]. There was no sound from behind him, but that didn’t matter. He [I]knew[/I] they were there. Seeing him exposed. Every last inch of him, from the two fuzzy balls that just wished they could disappear, all the way to his butthole, feeling cold now and frightfully exposed.\n\nMrs. Bennet’s presence next to him was palpable, even with his eyes shut. “For the sin of disrespecting his teacher, Peter Francis Campbell will be granted five strikes of the paddle. Mister Howard, since you were the teacher this delinquent disrespected, would you care to do the honors?”\n\nPeter’s eyes shot open wide. Usually it was Mrs. Bennet who did this part!\n\nMr. Howard didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. He was already stomping his way across the stage, gently slapping that old wooden paddle against one hand. Nobody seemed to know where that paddle had come from. In size and shape, it resembled a boat oar, except that it had a [I]much[/I] shorter handle … and holes drilled through its surface that made it whistle when swung. The wood looked ancient, smoothed and blackened from endless use. Peter wouldn't have been surprised if that thing was older than the school. Much older.\n\nThe old boar pig stretched his shoulders and grinned as he walked by Peter, warming up his swinging arm…\n\nOh yiff…\n\nPeter did [I]not[/I] have to wait for it. As soon as Mr. Howard was in position, whistle-[I]CRACK[/I] came the sound – and the sting – of the paddle against Peter’s exposed butt. [I]Ow![/I] He wasn't sure whether it was due to Mr. Howard’s … [I]enthusiasm[/I], or whether it was just because it was against his bare butt with not even undies between, but that hurt [I]way[/I] worse than any spanking he’d ever had before!\n\nMrs. Bennet cleared her throat meaningfully and prodded the side of Peter’s body.\n\nOh, right. [I]That’s[/I] why the second swing wasn't coming yet. It felt [I]so[/I] wrong to be saying it to Mr. Howard of all people … but that’s what he had to do, or things would only get worse. He sighed.\n\n“One,” Peter said, hopefully loudly enough to satisfy Mrs. Bennet. “Thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”\n\nWhistle-[I]CRACK![/I] The next swat came almost before Peter had even finished speaking.\n\n“Two. Thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”\n\nWhistle-[I]CRACK![/I]\n\nPeter hissed through his teeth. These were getting [I]more[/I] painful as they struck his already-tender cheeks. “Three. Thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”\n\nThere was a moment of hesitation, [I]just[/I] long enough to make Peter wonder if the next one was coming, and then… Whistle-[I]CRACK![/I]\n\n“Four. Thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”\n\nMr. Howard had only been warming up. Saving the ‘best’ for last. The holes in the paddle whistled like a shriek as Mr. Howard put all his body and his whole strength into one last swing. [I]CRACK![/I]\n\nThat time, it was enough to get a little bit of a whimper from Peter. He hated himself for it, despised that moment of weakness in himself, but he couldn't help himself … it just came out! Feeling like he might collapse from shame at any moment, his upturned rump burning, Peter still forced the words through his clenched teeth, “Five. Thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”\n\n“Thank you, Mister Howard,” Mrs. Bennet said. Then she turned to me. “Rise now, with no more shame.”\n\nAs soon as Peter stood up, he reached for his clothes.\n\nMrs. Bennet smacked his wrist again. The same wrist! Owch! She shook her head. “The Claudel Academy accepts your [I]sincere[/I] apology, but we are not yet finished, Master Campbell. You may stand to the side of the stage and wait for [I]all[/I] students who are to be corrected today.”\n\nWhat? He wasn't the only one? [I]And[/I] he had to stay naked? Yiff! It felt [I]wrong[/I] walking away from the longed-for safety of his clothes, to the edge of the small stage. Even though he wasn't supposed to be the center of attention anymore, he could still feel hundreds of eyes on his body and he shame-facedly shuffled across the stage. His butt stung and burned so bad! It felt weird to walk, and it felt like it took forever to get there.\n\nAnd then he turned back toward Mrs. Bennet. Instinctively, he moved to cover his crotch with his hands, but one stern glance from her was enough to tell him that he would [I]not[/I] be allowed to do that. So, shuddering, he brought his hands back to his sides. His fists were clenching again. It was so unfair!\n\nMrs. Bennet turned back away from him. “Molly Anne Wood,” she enunciated clearly and viciously.\n\n[I]Molly?[/I] Peter’s eyes shot open wide. [I]No![/I] It couldn't be!\n\nBut … but it was! To his utter shock, Molly came slowly walking from behind the teachers at the other side of the stage, her head held low. She was a young doe, only half a year older than him. But she was thin and small, even for her age. Even the smallest school uniforms seemed a bit too big for her, the blouse hanging and the skirt billowing. Anybody who didn’t know better might guess she was quite a bit younger. She eventually came up to stand next to Mrs. Bennet, just as he had.\n\nPeter had never seen such a look of despair before on Molly’s cute, delicate face… How could this be happening? Molly was always the [I]perfect[/I] student. She never got into trouble! This couldn't be happening!\n\n“Begin,” Mrs. Bennet said, her tone no less harsh than it had been with Peter.\n\nAnd to Peter’s growing horror, Molly [I]did[/I] start taking her clothes off. She was trembling even worse than he had, her hands shaking like fall leaves in a storm, but she was doing it, unbuttoning the buttons of her uniform blouse. It wasn't until she’d opened her blouse [I]completely[/I] that it hit him just what he was looking at, what he was about to see.\n\nThis was [I]Molly[/I]. The cute doe he’d been secretly crushing on for so long … and she was [I]taking her clothes off[/I]. Quite a different emotion entirely began to mix with the shock and dread of seeing her put through this treatment. Excitement. Curiosity. Desire. Things he absolutely should not be feeling right now … but he couldn't stop himself from feeling them.\n\nMolly took her blouse off, tugging it up out from the waistband of her skirt and then off of her arms. The audience was more silent than ever before.\n\nHe … he could see Molly’s bra! The stark white back strap of it cut right through some of the lingering cream-white fawn spots on her fur. She was [I]so[/I] pretty with the gentle curve of her spotted back, her cute belly button on her pale belly fur, and – oh yiff! – the white triangles of her bra covering [I]only[/I] what little breasts she had and nothing else at all!\n\nPeter’s breath was taken away at the sight of her, and yet his heart still ached. There was a look of [I]so[/I] much pain on her face! That whole audience out there, staring at her almost completely exposed chest…\n\nBut then it got worse. Pursing her thin lips and obviously holding back sobs, Molly fumbled for the zipper at the side of her skirt, finally managing to pull it down.\n\nHe could see a sliver of her upper leg now, bisected by the white waistband of her panties. No… There was no way this could [I]actually[/I] be—\n\nMolly paused, just for a moment, before letting her skirt drop down to the floor.\n\nThere … there Molly was, in nothing but her underwear! It was impossible. Peter’s breath caught in his throat. Yes, he’d imagined what Molly’s body might look like. More times than he’d like to admit. But he never really thought he’d actually get to [I]see[/I] her. Not like this, anyway. Not so soon, so unexpectedly. He knew it would be wrong of him to stare. He should look away and let her have that little bit of privacy… And yet he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Oh wow – her little butt was so cute and round, and it too had some fawn spots still on it. And the little bit of pale underbelly fur peeking out from underneath her panties, woah! He was really beginning to understand why some of the kids watching his own punishment had done that ‘pretending to look away, but still looking’ thing. That was exactly what he was doing to her now, wasn't it?\n\nThe thought of other kids looking at him momentarily brought his thoughts back to himself … and how he was still naked … and how they could [I]still[/I] see him. Even if almost everybody was looking at Molly, he felt as if he could still feel a few eyes on his naked body. He looked down at himself.\n\nNo! Oh please, not now! The little red point of his dick was starting to poke upward out of his sheath. No! Not here – not right in front of everybody!\n\nMolly’s movement tore his eyes away from himself and to her instead. She was reaching behind her back, working at something right behind her shoulders… [I]Click[/I]. In the relative silence of the huge room, he was sure he could actually [I]hear[/I] her training bra unclasp. Molly shuddered and stared at the floor … and she shrugged the bra off her shoulders, turning to put it on the stack of clothing behind her.\n\nAnd as she turned, Peter could see all of her chest. Everything there was to see. Which, really, wasn't much. But it was [I]Molly’s[/I] chest. Her [I]bare[/I] chest! Those two little pink dots were [I]Molly’s[/I] nipples. Those barely-perceptible swells on her chest were [I]Molly’s[/I] boobies!\n\nHe had seen [I]much[/I] bigger ones in his brother’s hidden magazines a few times, but that didn’t matter. Those were nobodies. This was [I]Molly[/I]. His Molly. Right in front of him, only a few paces away! And she was wearing almost nothing at all! Horror at seeing her degraded like this mixed with unstoppable interest in the impossible sight he was seeing right in front of him.\n\nAnd when she stood back up, she reached for the waistband of her panties…\n\nEven though he [I]knew[/I] it was bound to happen, he still couldn't imagine her taking them off. There was no possible way he was about to see [I]Molly[/I] absolutely naked! That sort of thing could never happen in the real world!\n\nAnd … it [I]didn’t[/I] happen. Molly froze in place, her whole body shaking, her hands still holding the waistband of her panties, but not moving. She … she couldn't do it! Peter tore his eyes away from her body for a moment to look at her face, and he saw why. Her eyes were welling up with tears not yet shed. Her thin, delicate muzzle ended in pouting, quivering lips. Her nose scrunched up slightly, as if in actual physical pain…\n\nWith a snort of impatience, Mr. Howard came tramping up behind her, already reaching his hands down toward her backside. “If you can’t do it, I’ll just—”\n\nIn a shocking display of assertiveness, she suddenly turned around and swatted his hands. “I can do it!” It was [I]so[/I] shocking that even Mr. Howard backed away from her … apparently he wasn't accustomed to seeing someone like Molly actually stand up for herself.\n\nFor a moment – just a short glance – Molly looked over at Peter, as if for inspiration.\n\nAnd then she did it. She pulled her panties down.\n\nThere was a slight stirring among the audience. Not enough to point out any particular kid as the one making a disturbance, but they were [I]definitely[/I] reacting to the sight of her naked. Most of the troublemakers punished at this school weren’t nearly so … pretty. Or was everyone just shocked at the sight of the teacher’s pet, the girl who could do no wrong, naked up there like that?\n\nAnd now that she stood back up, right there, between Molly’s legs was… He couldn't even think. All he could do was stare. He’d seen other girls naked, of course. Molly wasn't the first to be punished this way. But all the others had been from far off, way back in the audience, and all he could see for sure was that girls didn’t have much of anything between their legs. Now, though, he was close enough to see [I]everything[/I]. Right down to where her pale underbelly fur closed into a tight little ‘V’ between her legs, to her subtle little slit and the two puffy lips of it on either side…\n\nThe feelings inside him swelled. He’d been more than a little bit smitten with Molly ever since that day years ago when a bully had scattered his papers and Molly had been the only one who helped. She was the girl of his dreams. Dreams that were probably going to be a lot more vivid and detailed from now on… And, unfortunately, his feelings weren’t the only thing that swelled. Though he didn’t dare hide himself until he was allowed to, he sincerely hoped that nobody would notice his modest-sized cock now standing at full mast out in front of him. No matter what he did, it wouldn't go back in its sheath!\n\nDesperate to make it stop, he tried to take his mind off of her, tried to place his attention on the teachers all around instead. More than a few of them looked rather horrified to see one of their favorite students in such a state. But even [I]they[/I] still watched intently … though not quite with the fervent, desiring gaze of some of the others.\n\n“Molly Anne Wood,” Mrs. Bennet said, just as disdainfully as she’d said his own name, “you have been found tampering with test results in a way that calls your entire academic record into question. [I]Only[/I] the truly exceptional nature of that record has protected you from immediate expulsion.”\n\nIf anything, Molly looked more ashamed of hearing that than she was of standing naked in front of everybody. Even though her eyes were open, it was as if she’d gone completely comatose, unable to respond to anything happening to her.\n\n“[I]Well?[/I]”\n\nA tiny flicker of movement – Molly glanced over at Peter. After another moment, she looked back at him again, as if looking to him for inspiration. But there was also something else in her eyes. A kind of … reassurance? As if she was trying to tell him that she would be okay, that he shouldn’t worry about her.\n\nIt seemed to be helping [I]her[/I], too. As if she was convincing herself of that very fact. Did she really believe that she would be okay through this, or was she only doing it to make him feel better? But then … then her eyes traced slightly downward. She gasped.\n\nNo! She’d seen him, she’d seen his erection! His face burned with shame as she quickly looked away.\n\nAnd, unfortunately, her reaction to it didn’t go unnoticed. Already, a few of the students in the audience were starting to point and giggle. A couple of the teachers looked at him, huffed indignantly, and then looked away. One or two others stared intently.\n\nWorst of all, Mrs. Bennet noticed. “Master Campbell!” she said, her voice dripping with disgust and outrage. “Have you no shame?”\n\nNever mind how what he’d just gone through and how that was [I]supposed[/I] to ‘cleanse him of shame’... He definitely [I]did[/I] have shame, and was feeling it intensely, but that did nothing to lessen the stiffness of his little problem. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he stammered, “I can’t help it…”\n\nMrs. Bennet shook her head and looked away. “Disgraceful!” She turned back to Molly. “And [I]you![/I] Is something the matter with your voice, young lady?”\n\nMolly shook her head.\n\n“[I]Well then[/I]…”\n\nMolly took a deep breath, then looked up at the audience, meeting their eyes for the first time since she’d come onto the stage, even though her own quivered with holding back tears. “I… I apologize sincerely for my transgressions. To p-prove the sincerity of my regret, I must bare my soul. To prove the purity of my intention, I bare my … my body. Please accept … my apology.”\n\nThe absolute sincerity in her voice shocked Peter a little. Shocked him enough even to take his mind off of his own predicament somewhat. Wow … she really [I]was[/I] sorry about what she did, wasn't she? And why’d she done such a thing in the first place? She was one of the smartest kids in the school – she didn’t need to cheat.\n\nWith slow resignation, Molly turned toward the low desk behind her, the same one that Peter had been bent over moments ago.\n\nOne of the other teachers – Mrs. Phillips – suddenly cried out, apparently unable to take it anymore. “Please, Missus Bennet! It’s [I]Molly[/I] for goodness sake!”\n\nMrs. Bennet sighed deeply, but then [I]did[/I] make an acquiescent little shrug. “Very well. Miss Wood, in deference to your spotless prior record and my own [I]very merciful[/I] nature, I will allow you to take position [I]here[/I], at the side of the desk, so you need not face away from your fellow students as we proceed.”\n\nMrs. Phillips took a few steps forward, reaching out a foxy paw, “But—!”\n\nIt only took one glance for Mrs. Bennet to shut her down. She then once again turned back to Molly. “In the furtherance of correcting your future behavior, you will be granted the full ten strikes of the paddle that you are owed. Proceed.”\n\nMolly bent down over the low desk, with her rear facing away from the audience … but directly [I]toward[/I] Peter!\n\n“Feet shoulder width apart,” Mrs. Bennet said brusquely, as if it were a matter of routine.\n\nMolly’s legs shuffled a little wider. Her small, fluffy tail [I]already[/I] didn’t hide much at all, but Peter knew what was coming. Though he was ashamed of it, his erection throbbed almost painfully in anticipation.\n\n“Grasp the back of your knees.”\n\nShe did so, which caused her hind end to lift even higher. For goodness sake! How was Peter supposed to control himself? Why did Molly have to have such an amazing pair of legs leading up to her cute little curvy…\n\n“Lift your tail.”\n\nFor a long moment, Peter’s world simply [I]stopped[/I]. There Molly was. [I]All[/I] of her. No mystery whatsoever now remained about what was hiding down between his longtime crush’s legs. It was all laid out right there in front of him. And not just a slight crease between two soft-looking lips anymore. The position of her legs and body were causing her to be slightly spread, even showing him a slight hint of the hot pink within. His eyes were [I]locked[/I] onto her. He couldn't have torn them away for [I]anything[/I].\n\n“Mister Howard. The paddle, if you please?”\n\nPeter still couldn't look away, though he knew that the other teacher must have been handing Mrs. Bennet the paddle now. The same one that had so recently been used on his own rear…\n\nMrs. Bennet did [I]not[/I] waste any time. Very soon, Peter’s view of Molly’s secret treasures was rudely interrupted by the [I]CRACK[/I] of the paddle. If anything, Mrs. Bennet wielded it even more ruthlessly than Mr. Howard had!\n\n“One,” Molly said, obviously trying to sound strong, but there was a definite quiver to her voice. “Thank you, Ma’am, for correcting me.”\n\nRight away the Whistle-[I]CRACK![/I] came again.\n\n“Two. Th-thank you, Ma’am, for correcting me.”\n\nWhistle-[I]CRACK![/I]\n\n“Th-three. Thank y-you, Ma’am—” she sniveled a little “—for correcting me.”\n\nWhistle-[I]CRACK![/I]\n\n“F-ff-ff…” She couldn't seem to get it out at first. Peter’s heart ached for her. “Thank you, Ma’am, for c-corecting me.”\n\nWhistle-[I]CRACK![/I]\n\nMolly was outright crying now, Peter was sure of it. He couldn't see from this angle behind her, but he could hear it in her voice. “F-fiiii… Thanku, Ma’am … correcti—”\n\nWhistle-[I]CRACK![/I] It came again before she could even finish. Mrs. Bennet was getting impatient.\n\n“S-six. Thank you, Ma’am…” For a moment, it sounded like Molly was pulling herself together, but then she trailed off into quiet sobs, no longer able to hold it back.\n\nWhistle-[I]CRACK![/I]\n\nMolly’s recited response was barely intelligible now. Peter could barely make out the words between her sobbing.\n\nWhistle-[I]CRACK![/I]\n\nPeter flinched with every hit, almost as if he’d been struck again himself. And yet, shamefully, his achingly hard dick also twitched every time he saw Molly’s reddening butt jiggle slightly under the paddle’s blow. He [I]knew[/I] it was wrong. It [I]felt[/I] wrong. And surely every single person in the whole school was seeing it happen. Why couldn't he stop himself?\n\nWhistle-[I]CRACK![/I]\n\nMolly’s response was nothing but a choked whimper now. [I]Come on[/I], Peter silently urged her, [I]only one more. You can do it[/I]…\n\nWhistle-[I]CRACK![/I]\n\nMrs. Bennet stood up, staring down dismissively at Molly, who didn’t even attempt to say the lines she was supposed to. She handed the paddle back to Mr. Howard. “Rise now, with no more shame,” she told Molly … though even as she said it, it sounded a little sarcastic, as if to imply that Molly [I]should[/I] be ashamed of the way she was crying in front of everybody.\n\nSlowly, Molly [I]did[/I] stand up, though. She wiped the tears from her eyes. She stumbled a little as she turned back toward the audience, but she still managed to stand up straight.\n\nMrs. Bennet looked over at Peter and gestured for him to come back to the forefront of the stage. He could tell she was looking right at his erection … and that she wasn't at all impressed. That made it all the harder to walk up there to stand next to Molly. If anybody out there hadn’t yet noticed his out-of-control body, they surely would [I]now[/I]. His life was [I]over[/I]. They would be making fun of him for this for [I]years[/I].\n\n“Once you have made your final apology to the school,” Mrs. Bennet said coldly, “you may collect your clothes and be dismissed from the stage.” She looked directly at Peter’s crotch, her voice growing even quieter and more frigid. Her gaunt doe body seemed to grow even taller. “And for goodness sake, put that disgusting thing away so I am no longer forced to look at it!”\n\nThere was nothing Peter wanted more dearly in the world than to have his clothes back on. For that much, he and Mrs. Bennet were in agreement! Quickly, he stepped forward, trying his best not to be nervous about standing so close to Molly … completely naked … completely erect… Did he dare look at her, right in front of everybody? [I]No![/I] He shook off that impossible thought and said loudly, “Now that I have made my amends, I… I, uh, I …” What was the word? Oh, right! “I henceforth promise to improve my behavior and live up to the high standards of the Claudel Academy.”\n\nWith a curt nod and a wave of her hand, Mrs. Bennet directed him to his clothing pile, which he scampered to as quickly as he could possibly manage.\n\nAs he did so, Molly said the same thing right after him. She said it quietly, probably [I]too[/I] quietly for most of the audience to hear, but at least she didn’t falter with the wording like he had. And she was even [I]faster[/I] to return to her clothing. She caught up to him as they both stepped down into the little room to the side of the stage.\n\nHe tried not to look at her as she hastily put her clothes back on. He was sure she wouldn't want him to look. She probably hated him and was disgusted with him for getting hard while she was punished. She’d probably never want to talk to him again. And since he was so busy putting back on his own clothing, he even [I]mostly[/I] managed not to peek at her too much…\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThat had been the last time he saw her all day. She’d been conspicuously missing from every class after that, making him worry about her to no end. What had happened to her? Why hadn’t she come back to class? Where could she be?\n\nAll that worrying just made a hard day harder. He’d sat completely alone at lunch, for the first time in years. [I]Nobody[/I] wanted to be seen next to him after what they’d seen on stage. Not even his closest friends. He didn’t blame them. He understood. They had to look out for themselves, too. If they were seen with him anytime soon, they’d be targeted for bullying too. It was a lonely lunch … but not quiet. [I]Plenty[/I] of other kids made jokes and snide remarks as they walked past him. Others whispered and laughed behind their hands when they thought he wasn't looking.\n\nHe [I]often[/I] wasn't looking. It was hard to meet the other students’ eyes, knowing what those eyes had seen.\n\nFinally, though, the horrible school day came to an end. It wasn't until the walk home – after they were out of sight of the school – that Peter’s closest friend, Luke, caught up to him, running fast on his short otter legs.\n\nLuke had tried to be consoling … and it had [I]kind of[/I] helped. But, really, what could anybody say after that? Luke lived close to the school and could only walk with Peter a short way … but it [I]was[/I] better than nothing. It was a remainder that maybe this stigma wouldn't stick to him quite [I]forever[/I], and that he wasn't [I]completely[/I] ostracized from everyone at the school.\n\nAfter that, he was left to walk home alone, which he did [I]slowly[/I], taking his time to enjoy what he could of the late afternoon. To the point where it was already getting kind of close to sunset as he rounded the corner to go around the park, the sky already beginning to turn pink and orange…\n\nAnd that’s when he saw her – [I]Molly![/I] There she was, sitting dejectedly on a park bench, all alone.\n\nWhat was [I]she[/I] doing here? She didn’t live this direction! She’d never walked this way from school before, at least. Was she … was she [I]waiting[/I] for him? He [I]had[/I] to find out! He [I]had[/I] to ask where she’d been all day. And, well … he [I]had[/I] to apologize to her. [I]A lot[/I]. Even though it probably wouldn't do any good.\n\nAt first, he just sat down on the opposite end of the wooden bench. He [I]already[/I] felt like he was intruding. And, at first, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He just stared forward, watching the rest of the park. There were a few other kids playing on the other side of the park, occasional grown-ups passing with dogs on leashes or baby strollers … and slowly, [I]slowly[/I] the sky turned deeper orange.\n\nFinally, he worked up the nerve to say something. “I, uh… I’m sorry, Molly.”\n\nSurprising him, she scooted across the bench until she was sitting right next to him. She still didn’t say anything, though. She’d always been kind of shy, and he could definitely understand why she might not feel like saying very much right now in particular. At least she wasn't acting like she never wanted to see him again…\n\n“I was kind of worried when I didn’t see you all day.”\n\nFinally, she looked up at him. “I was hiding in the nurse’s office all day. I asked Mrs. Phillips for permission to be excused because I didn’t feel good.” She looked down again. “And that’s true. I felt terrible. But it’s not anything the nurse can make feel better.”\n\nPeter nodded. “I guess I know how you feel. At least a little bit. Sorry. That kind of thing isn’t supposed to happen to girls like you!”\n\nThe sound of her giggle shocked him to his core.\n\n“I was actually … I was trying to steal the test answers. You know, so I could help, um … so I could help you.”\n\n“You did it for [I]me?[/I]”\n\nShe looked away again. Was she … blushing? It was hard to tell in the reddish sunset light. “I knew you were struggling in history class, and I really really wanted to do something to thank you for standing up for me when I was getting picked on.” She sighed. “I thought Mister Howard trusted me enough that I’d be able to get away with it…”\n\nPeter just stared at her, his mouth gaping. It had never once crossed his mind that Molly might care about him. Care about him enough to risk so much… Finally, he managed to stammer out, “You … you really did that for [I]me?[/I] I can’t … I can’t believe it…”\n\nShe looked up at him with a little bit of a smile. “Well, I know you like me a lot, so…”\n\nHe suddenly sat ramrod straight, his eyes open wide. “[I]You know?[/I]” How could she know about his crush on her? He’d been keeping it so carefully secret that he—\n\n“Well, it’s pretty obvious.”\n\nOh, right. [I]That[/I]. Of course she knew how he felt about her. She’d seen him there on stage. She’d seen what his body was doing. He slumped, his own face burning red now. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “It’s… It just did that on its own. I can’t control when it gets stiff like that! I just…” He shook his head. Why was he even trying? There was no way he could defend himself and what had happened.\n\n“Don’t be sorry.”\n\n“Huh?”\n\nShe reached over and touched his hand, sending electric tingles through his whole body. And she nudged herself just a little bit closer. “I like you, Peter. Do you, um, like me too?”\n\nWas he hearing what he thought he was hearing? Impossible! He couldn't make his mouth work, couldn't make any sounds come out, other than babbling stuttering. But he [I]could[/I] nod his head up and down. Which he did. A lot.\n\nPressing even more tightly against him, she actually [I]held[/I] his hand now. “I know it sounds weird. It [I]feels[/I] weird. But, um, I was kind of happy that seeing me naked had that effect on you.”\n\n“Huh?”\n\n“All the other girls say I’m too skinny and scrawny. They make fun of my fawn spots, and they say I’ll never have a boyfriend because my boobs won’t grow.”\n\n“No way!” He shook his head. “You’re—” He thought for a moment of what he’d seen, the sight of her naked body and how it had made him feel. But he couldn't say [I]that![/I] “You’re, um, really pretty!”\n\n“You too.”\n\n“Huh?” he said again. That made no sense. Boys weren’t supposed to be pretty. “What do you mean?”\n\n“When I, um, saw you up there. You were, um…” She looked away. “I shouldn’t say things like that. You must be so embarrassed! You don’t want to hear about how I was looking at … you know.”\n\nHe blinked. Slowly. “You … [I]liked[/I] it?”\n\n“I didn’t get to see it very much. Because, you know, I was afraid everybody would see me looking at it.”\n\nFor a long little while, both of them just sat there. Who knew what Molly was thinking about. But Peter’s mind was racing, just trying to come to terms with that kind of idea…\n\nMolly stood up, tugging on his hand, and he followed her without thinking, followed her to the little grassy gap between a few bushes.\n\nOnce they were [I]kind of[/I] hidden away, she looked directly at him. “Is it okay if I, um, if I could see that part of you again?”\n\n“H-here?” Peter glanced all around. They were sort of hidden behind bushes, mostly … but it was hardly private. The bushes weren’t dense enough to block all sight, and the gaps between them were pretty wide.\n\nShe nodded. “It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. After all, everybody’s already seen it…”\n\nWell, she did have him there. And it [I]was[/I] kind of unfair that she hadn’t gotten as good of a view of him as he’d gotten of her, wasn't it? He kind of owed her one, didn’t he? And besides, [I]probably[/I] nobody would notice a couple of kids back here, especially now that it was getting kind of dark and the space between the bushes was extra shady…\n\nJust to be safe, though, he got down on the ground first, lying on the grass next to her, where the low bushes would provide better cover. And he started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.\n\nMolly dropped down on her knees right next to him, staring down at him in rapt attention.\n\nWhy did this have to be so difficult? It felt like he should be getting used to it by now! There weren’t many others around, and [I]probably[/I] nobody would notice a couple kids getting up to trouble in the bushes. The only one who’d [I]really[/I] see him was Molly. And she’d [I]already[/I] seen him. Hadn’t he fantasized about this since, like, forever? Why were his hands trembling so much?\n\nWhen he finally opened his fly and pulled down the front of his undies, it was like all his nervousness suddenly evaporated. Maybe it had something to do with the way Molly’s face lit up with a big grin on her delicate little muzzle, as if she was opening Christmas presents or something. He … he wasn't even hard or anything, still in his sheath. Did she really like looking at him [I]that[/I] much?\n\n“Do the rest,” she said.\n\nHe looked up at her. “R-really?”\n\nWith a quick and fervent nod, she even started to take matters into her own hands, grabbing his trousers and starting to pull them down a little.\n\nPeter checked [I]very[/I] carefully all around, to make sure nobody was looking, before he helped her a little, raising his hips up off the ground so that she could tug his trousers all the way down to his knees.\n\nHe felt awfully exposed out here … but somehow, it was easier than it had been on stage. Maybe it was because Molly was the only one staring at him … even if she was staring in breathless, single-minded passion. But maybe … maybe it was because [I]this[/I] time, he was in control of it. It was on [I]his[/I] terms. And what did he have to be afraid of, really? He didn’t have to be ashamed of it. She [I]wanted[/I] to see it…\n\nAnd she [I]did[/I]. She drew closer and closer, until she was staring at his sheath from just inches away. He could even feel her soft breath against his sensitive parts…\n\nThat, of course, ended up affecting him. His red, pointed doggy dick quickly began slipping up out of its sheath.\n\nIncredibly, though, Molly didn’t seem scared off or disgusted by it. She actually looked even closer. “What’s it feel like when it comes out like that?” she whispered, already reaching her hand out toward him.\n\nPeter [I]gasped[/I] at the touch of her delicate fingers around his shaft.\n\nJust as quickly, Molly yanked her hand back. “I’m sorry! I just…” She bit her lip. “It just looked so… Um, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to touch it.”\n\n“No, no, it’s okay,” he was quick to reassure her. “I was just surprised, and, you know … it’s sensitive and all. But it felt really nice.”\n\n“So I can…?”\n\nPeter nodded, and right away, Molly reached for him again. More confidently this time. Now that his dick was [I]completely[/I] out, she was easily able to wrap her hand around it and really hold it. He was [I]just[/I] big enough that his pointed tip still poked out between her fingers when she held the rest of him. And then she started [I]moving[/I] a little! It felt like fire running through him. He’d touched himself before, but it had never felt like [I]this![/I] What kind of magic did she have in her hand?\n\nWell, he knew the magic she had in other places… He’d seen it earlier today. And as she knelt on the grass next to him, he couldn't help but imagine what she looked like under those clothes. Now that he knew exactly what to imagine, it was almost like seeing her all over again. His heart was racing, his tongue lolled out, just imagining her naked fur, her tiny almost-nothing breasts with their little pink nipples, that [I]incredibly[/I] alluring little slit down between her legs…\n\nThat prompted a sudden thought. “Is it, um… Is it okay if I touch you too?”\n\nHer hand stopped for a moment. She looked down at him.\n\nAnd then she lifted her skirt with her other hand.\n\nA shudder ran through him the moment he saw her white panties again. Even though he’d already seen so much more, it was [I]such[/I] a naughty thrill. And she must have felt the twitching of his dick, because she smiled and started stroking him again.\n\nBut she’d just given him permission to do [I]so[/I] much more than just look at her panties! Nervously, irrationally afraid that she might stop him at any moment, he turned sideways a little so he could reach under her skirt and pull down her panties. He pulled them all the way down to the ground – all the way down to her knees. And then, right in front of him, was her cute little slit, now closer and clearer to see than ever. It even looked a little … wet? Was something dripping from it? And why didn’t that gross him out at all?\n\nShe lifted one leg at a time, pulling her panties down over her knees and all the way off so that she could spread open her legs a little wider, let him see a little more…\n\nQuickly, before he could lose his nerve, he reached up and touched her. And when she gasped a little, he knew exactly why. It was almost the same sound he’d made when she first touched him! [I]He[/I] didn’t yank his hand away, though. Instead, he started rubbing her slightly. The feel of her was so intriguing. Warm and soft, and yes … a little wet. But that just made it slippery and even easier to rub.\n\nSoon, it became more about making her feel good than about finding out what a girl felt like. Her breathing was getting faster, and when he rubbed the right spot, she made little moans with every breath. And it just kept getting wetter and wetter! It was incredible … and all he wanted to do was make her feel better and better. It was obvious in her voice when he was doing it right.\n\nThat didn’t mean that she stopped working on him, though. It was [I]really[/I] distracting to have her light, nimble touch stroking just slightly up and down on his shaft. A pressure was building up inside him, making him press his hips up closer toward her, just wanting a little more, a little more…\n\n“Put your finger inside me!” Molly said breathlessly.\n\nHe stared up at her, barely remembering to keep his hand moving. “[I]Inside?[/I]”\n\n“Uh-huh,” she said urgently. “You can do it. I’ve done it before when I… Um, I probably shouldn’t talk about that.”\n\nWell … if she said so…\n\nCarefully, Peter prodded his middle finger right up into the center of her warm, yielding slit. And, well, it … it went [I]in![/I] He gasped at just how deep it was able to go. There was like a hole there and everything! His whole finger went up inside her. He could feel the soft heat of her squeezing around his finger, like she was squeeing him with her body.\n\nJust like her hand was squeezing his dick… It suddenly gave him surprising thoughts of putting his dick inside her, right where his finger was. He’d never before thought of doing something so strange with a girl, but now, with his instincts screaming at him, he could think of nothing else. And that pressure! That pressure inside him was getting so much worse!\n\nBefore his pressure could pop, though, Molly did first. “P-Peter!” she cried out loud, so loud he was afraid someone would hear her. She gasped louder than ever before, and her body squeezed down tight on his finger over and over again, just like her hand went out of control and squeezed tightly around his dick. And … and the way she was looking at him! It was as if he was her whole world in that moment. It was … it was [I]love![/I]\n\nEven before Molly was finished, Peter couldn't take it anymore. He gazed up at her adorable face as his own body convulsed all on its own, his dick throbbing … and [I]stuff[/I] came out! White gooey stuff, and a lot of it! It squirted across his own school uniform shirt and even dripped onto Molly’s hand, but he couldn't stop. It just felt [I]so[/I] good! It was like he was riding on a bright, shining cloud, and Molly’s hand on him felt like the touch of an angel … he could barely breathe with the way her touch made him feel!\n\nFinally, after he was able to catch his breath a little, he looked up at her. He’d been looking up at her the whole time, of course, but in the middle of things, his eyes had gotten unfocused somehow, and he hadn’t even seen her, even though he was staring right at her. Slowly, carefully, he slipped his finger out of her slit. “I’m … I’m sorry,” he said, glancing down at the mess he’d somehow made. “I don’t know what happened. It just—”\n\nShe kissed him. She kissed him, and his words melted away to nothing.\n\nHe’d never kissed a girl before. Not [I]any[/I] girl, much less the girl he was more interested in kissing than any other girl in the whole world! It was just soft and warm, pressing lips together. He didn’t know why he’d expected it to be so much more complicated … but the supple touch of her doe lips against his snout made him shudder all over again. When she tried to pull back a little, he lifted his head off the grass, following her. He never wanted it to end, it was so perfect!\n\nBut then, with a sudden buzz, the streetlights around the park turned on … including one almost right above the two of them. Their shady little hollow instantly became a spotlight, calling attention for all to see!\n\nWas anybody looking? Who knew. Peter was too busy scrambling to pull his trousers back into place and get them fastened. Molly had it easier. All she had to do was smooth down her skirt. And both of them quickly stood back up, trying to look like nothing unusual was happening, even though nobody seemed to be watching them at the moment.\n\nHow was it this late already? The streetlights already on? It never took him this long to get home, even when he stopped to play along the way. Mom was going to be worried!\n\nMolly seemed to have similar thoughts. [I]And[/I] she probably lived even further away. “I’ve got to go!” she said quickly, glancing up at the lights. “I have to get home really quick now!”\n\nImpulsively, though, Peter reached out and grabbed her hand. Only after doing so did he realize it was the same hand he’d had inside her, grabbing [I]her[/I] same hand that he’d dripped his goo on. Oops. Now her hand was even messier! Oh well. Still, he held her, preventing her from running off right away.\n\nShe didn’t seem to mind. She turned to face him. For a moment, he thought she might kiss him again. But she didn’t, not quite … though it sure looked like she wanted to.\n\n“Are we, um… Am I your boyfriend now?” He gulped. Why was it so hard to ask?\n\nMolly giggled a little, then squeezed his hand before letting go. “See you tomorrow,” she said, as she turned and darted away like only a deer could.\n\nPeter glanced down … and spotted Molly’s white panties still lying there on the grass. He looked up suddenly, just in time to catch one last glimpse of her, fluttering skirt and all, as she rounded the corner and went out of sight. He stared for a long moment where he’d last seen her. He couldn't think of anything besides how she wasn't wearing any panties under that skirt now…\n\nGlancing around just to make sure nobody saw, he bent down and picked up her panties, quickly wadding them up and shoving them into one of his pockets. She’d said she would see him tomorrow, right? Maybe he could return them then…\n\n\n\nThis story is a commission for an anonymous supporter. 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Oh yiff, not again… An overwhelming sense of dread filled Peter down to his doggy bones as he looked out over the school auditorium. Again. He did not like being here, under the harsh lights, on the creaky old wooden floor, breathing the smell of musty stage curtains. He tried to avoid fidgeting, avoid flexing his paws against the hard wood floor. Not very successfully.

Mrs. Bennet, the tall and gaunt doe who was the assistant principal, slowly and stiffly made her way to the front of the stage. Peter tried not to look at her. It just made him feel worse about what was coming.

“All of you know why we are gathered here today,” she enunciated loudly. Mrs. Bennet never needed a microphone for these things. “The Claudel Academy holds its students to the most rigorous standards of behavior and morality. And yet, perfection is never quite attainable, and rare as they may be, deviances from the accepted…”

Peter sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. Why couldn't they just get this over with quickly and be done with it?

“...This student’s vicious disrespect to our history teacher, Mister Howard, does not represent the high standards to which…”

‘Vicious disrespect’... Peter might have laughed in any other situation. He’d only been standing up to a bully. That big bulldog kid had been sitting behind Peter’s friend Molly in class, snapping Molly’s bra through her shirt over and over again. He kept teasing her with things like “Aren’t you really a boy?” and “You don’t need one of those!” Peter told the bigger dog to knock it off, and there had been a little bit of a fight … and that’s when Mr. Howard came in, telling Peter to stop.

That’s when Peter had gone too far. He told Mr. Howard off righteously, asking him how that pig could possibly ignore what the bully was doing to Molly and yet be so attentive whenever anybody stood up to the bully…

And … yeah. That’s how Peter ended up here, experiencing the Claudel Academy’s infamous ‘punishment of shame’ for the third time in his young life. He was only in his ninth year! Only thirteen! Why did these things keep happening to him?

“And so,” Mrs. Bennet concluded, “these perfidious students shall now bare their souls to the faculty and the assembled student body of the illustrious Claudel Academy, to humbly and penitently request the generosity of the student body’s forgiveness and the academy staff’s forbearance.”

It was about baring far more than just his ‘soul’, Peter knew. He had no idea how they got away with this kind of thing. Probably because they were a private school. It wasn't just an apology – it was the very public humiliation of being stripped nude and spanked right out in front of absolutely everyone in the school.

“Peter Francis Campbell.”

That was his cue. And he knew better than to ignore it. Nothing good ever happened to kids who hesitated like that.

Slowly, he made his way up front, toward the center of the stage, right next to Mrs. Bennet. Her pinstriped pantsuit hung straight down from her thin frame, and the scent of her perfume was overwhelming. It smelled like medicine. Peter was very, very aware of how everyone’s eyes were on him. Every single person. The stage lights felt so hot against his fur.

“Begin,” she said, coldly and quietly, only loud enough for him to hear.

It hadn’t always been this way. They used to only strip kids down to their undies. But then the new headmaster had come in, and he’d insisted that everything be done strictly ‘by the book’. Peter had never seen what book mentioned this, but apparently it said that students being punished had to be completely nude first…

Mrs. Bennet turned her head and looked down at him. “Are you disregarding the vice principal’s orders, boy?”

“N-no Ma’am.” It looked like he couldn't put it off any longer. Not that he’d give them the satisfaction of seeing him squirm, though. He clenched his fists tight and nearly snarled … only to unclench his hands a moment later because he had to use them to unbutton his shirt.

It felt wrong, undressing in front of everybody. No matter how angry he tried to feel about it, there was no way around that. He saw most of the kids and teachers here every day. Probably spent more time with them than with his parents. And he knew from experience that they all would be talking and laughing behind his back for weeks afterward.

But there was no helping that. He slipped his shirt off, slightly ashamed that he didn’t have very big muscles or anything. The stage lights burned against his back as he turned and bent down to lay his shirt neatly folded on the floor behind him. But the eyes of almost three hundred students burned against his bare fur even hotter. Why could he feel them so keenly?

Mrs. Bennet turned back to the audience. “It is the sacred belief of the Claudel Academy that our developing students must be taught to cast aside both worldly distraction and the pursuit of vanity. Only dedication and humility will bring the discipline and success that we pride ourselves upon.”

The shirt was the easy part. Peter’s whole body tensed as he took hold of the button of his trousers. Beyond the bright lights of the stage, he could only clearly see the first few rows of students in the uncomfortable folding wooden seats he knew all too well … and fervently wished he was currently sitting in. Some of the other kids stared at him with terrifying intensity. Others, like his otter friend Luke, tried to look away … but kept glancing back up at him anyway. Maybe most disturbing of all were the ones who tried to look as though they weren’t watching … but he could see the little glints of them watching from the corners of their eyes. They… Did they want to see him naked? But what if they were disappointed? What if he wasn't good enough for them, not up to their standards, whatever those standards might be? What if his undies had a stain on them? Oh Heavens above – had he remembered to get clean ones this morning?

Forcing himself to do it, moving mechanically, he shoved the waistband of his trousers down.

It was only when the legs of them got caught against his shoes that he realized he’d made a huge mistake. He’d been so nervous he completely forgot to take his shoes off first! Now they were stuck around his ankles, and the entire school was treated to the sight of him in his tighty whities fumbling and bouncing about as he struggled to untie his shoes and pull them off, despite the bunched-up fabric in the way.

A murmur rose among the normally silent audience. Snickering, muffled chuckles. Nothing that could quite be called an outright laugh yet, but he could tell it wasn't far off.

“I suggest that you all remain silent,” Mrs. Bennet said, “unless you would like to join Master Campbell here on the stage.”

Instantly, the entire assembly went quiet.

“Maintaining discipline is a serious matter of the utmost importance. It is not an occasion for levity.” She looked down at Peter with an absolutely straight face. Not even the slightest hint of a grin. “Are you nearly finished, or do you require assistance?”

It was bad enough for everyone to see him undressing. The other kids would make fun of him even worse if he needed the teachers’ help! “No, no … I’ve got it…”

And he did … kind of. He finally managed to get his other shoe off, and that meant he was able to slip his feet free of the trouser legs with something that almost kind of sort of resembled dignity. While he was there – more to delay the inevitable than anything else – he took off his socks as well.

Which left him standing there, right out in front of everybody, in only his undies.

He wished he was wearing cool ones. He wasn't even sure what would be cool. Boxers, maybe? But he was completely sure that this wasn't it. He looked away from all the kids in the audience staring at him. He couldn't take it any more.

But that just brought his attention to the teachers staring at him. The sides and back of the stage were lined with almost all of the school’s faculty. Mr. Howard, the fat boar who’d put Peter in this situation to begin with, stared intently, with a malicious smirk on his perpetually sweaty-looking face. But they were all looking. Some with a touch of sympathy, maybe, others with … something else. Peter had been too innocent to realize it the previous times, but he could tell now. A few of the teachers were looking too intently. They looked as if they were stopping themselves from licking their lips. It made his fur stand on end. Of course they’d never do anything right here with everyone watching, but he could tell they were thinking about it. He shuddered.

And what was worse, he couldn't put off pulling his undies down any longer, either. The previous times he’d been in trouble had been under the old headmaster. He’d been able to stop at his undies. This was the first time he’d have to take everything off.

His chest was tight, his hands trembled. This was so unfair! He gripped the waistband of his undies. There was so much tension in his arms he felt like he could bend a steel pipe with his bare hands.

Clenching his teeth so hard it hurt, he pulled them down. Despite Mrs. Bennet’s admonition to be silent, there was a perceptible hint of a gasp. Or at least a collective breath from the seats.

As soon as he’d set his undies down on the stack of folded clothes behind him, Peter stood back up, holding his hands in front of himself, trying to look like he was doing so casually as he hid his embarrassingly unexceptional package from the other students … even as he could feel teachers eyeing his butt from behind.

Crack! The slap of Mrs. Bennet’s bony hand against Peter’s wrist rang out over the entire auditorium, echoing in the huge room. “None of that, young man!” She scoffed. “Once you’ve properly atoned for your misbehavior, you will have no further need for shame. What you feel now is merely a symptom of your delinquency, which must now be expunged.”

Peter squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his hands back to his sides. He clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his palm painfully … almost as painful as the mark on his wrist where Mrs. Bennet’s slap still stung. With his eyes closed, he could almost imagine that he was alone, in private.

Almost. Even with everyone around him as silent as they could be, there was no mistaking the feel of the giant room. The subtle sounds of a quiet crowd. Somewhere in the back of the audience, somebody coughed.

Mrs. Bennet quietly cleared her throat. “Do you have anything you wish to say to your teachers and your fellow students?” she said under her breath.

Oh right. The apology! He’d been so focused on the unbearable shame of everybody in the school gazing at his exposed sheath, his tightly clenching balls… Right.

With a deep, deep breath, Peter opened his eyes and stared boldly up at Mrs. Bennet. “I apologize sincerely for my transgressions.” The words burned in his tense throat. All lies, but he had to say it. “To prove the sincerity of my regret, I must bare my soul.” Oh crap, oh crap, how was the next part supposed to go again? “To prove the… the purity of my intention, I bare my body. Please accept my apology.”

His very angriest stare didn’t seem to affect Mrs. Bennet in the slightest. She looked back down at him impassively. Then she nodded back at one of the other teachers.

Mr. Howard came trundling up from behind. With a plunk and a little screech of metal against wood, he set a schoolroom desk on the stage behind Peter. It was a desk just like any other at the school, with its worn wooden top and paint flaking on the metal legs. But this particular desk was only used here on the stage, never in a classroom. The adjustable legs on it had been set much shorter than most.

His task done, Mr. Howard quickly returned to the line of teachers watching. While the rest of the teachers tried to appear impartial, Mr. Howard stared with a lecherous, malevolent grin. He was going to enjoy this, wasn't he?

Peter stared back, over his shoulder, his fists still clenched as tight as ever. He should joke about the history class being ‘boaring’ again. He knew that old joke really got under Mr. Howard’s skin. But … it wouldn't really be worth it if that ended up with him right back on this stage again, would it? He’d have to find some way so that Mr. Howard wouldn't know who it was…

Mrs. Bennet cleared her throat very loudly. “Turn around, Master Campbell. You should know by now how this is done.”

Peter’s fur stood on end. He trembled as he shuffled stiffly around until his tail faced the audience.

“Feet shoulder width apart.”

He breathed a deep, strained sigh as he slid one foot against the old lacquer-smelling wood of the stage. Why make it easy for them? Make her force him every step of the way…

She seemed perfectly happy to do so. “Bend at the hips.”

He didn’t bother holding his hands against the low desk. He knew what was coming next.

“Grasp the back of your knees.”

He’d been clenching his fists so hard for so long, it actually wasn't easy to open his hands again. They ached now. But the pain was almost nothing compared to what he knew was coming.

“Tail,” Mrs. Bennet said with a vicious snap in her voice.

That was it. His last shred of modesty. But there was nothing for it. No way out. Clenching his jaw and squeezing his eyes shut, he forced his tail upward. It wasn't easy. Every instinct in him told him to clamp that tail down hard. There was no sound from behind him, but that didn’t matter. He knew they were there. Seeing him exposed. Every last inch of him, from the two fuzzy balls that just wished they could disappear, all the way to his butthole, feeling cold now and frightfully exposed.

Mrs. Bennet’s presence next to him was palpable, even with his eyes shut. “For the sin of disrespecting his teacher, Peter Francis Campbell will be granted five strikes of the paddle. Mister Howard, since you were the teacher this delinquent disrespected, would you care to do the honors?”

Peter’s eyes shot open wide. Usually it was Mrs. Bennet who did this part!

Mr. Howard didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. He was already stomping his way across the stage, gently slapping that old wooden paddle against one hand. Nobody seemed to know where that paddle had come from. In size and shape, it resembled a boat oar, except that it had a much shorter handle … and holes drilled through its surface that made it whistle when swung. The wood looked ancient, smoothed and blackened from endless use. Peter wouldn't have been surprised if that thing was older than the school. Much older.

The old boar pig stretched his shoulders and grinned as he walked by Peter, warming up his swinging arm…

Oh yiff…

Peter did not have to wait for it. As soon as Mr. Howard was in position, whistle-CRACK came the sound – and the sting – of the paddle against Peter’s exposed butt. Ow! He wasn't sure whether it was due to Mr. Howard’s … enthusiasm, or whether it was just because it was against his bare butt with not even undies between, but that hurt way worse than any spanking he’d ever had before!

Mrs. Bennet cleared her throat meaningfully and prodded the side of Peter’s body.

Oh, right. That’s why the second swing wasn't coming yet. It felt so wrong to be saying it to Mr. Howard of all people … but that’s what he had to do, or things would only get worse. He sighed.

“One,” Peter said, hopefully loudly enough to satisfy Mrs. Bennet. “Thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”

Whistle-CRACK! The next swat came almost before Peter had even finished speaking.

“Two. Thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”

Whistle-CRACK!

Peter hissed through his teeth. These were getting more painful as they struck his already-tender cheeks. “Three. Thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”

There was a moment of hesitation, just long enough to make Peter wonder if the next one was coming, and then… Whistle-CRACK!

“Four. Thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”

Mr. Howard had only been warming up. Saving the ‘best’ for last. The holes in the paddle whistled like a shriek as Mr. Howard put all his body and his whole strength into one last swing. CRACK!

That time, it was enough to get a little bit of a whimper from Peter. He hated himself for it, despised that moment of weakness in himself, but he couldn't help himself … it just came out! Feeling like he might collapse from shame at any moment, his upturned rump burning, Peter still forced the words through his clenched teeth, “Five. Thank you, Sir, for correcting me.”

“Thank you, Mister Howard,” Mrs. Bennet said. Then she turned to me. “Rise now, with no more shame.”

As soon as Peter stood up, he reached for his clothes.

Mrs. Bennet smacked his wrist again. The same wrist! Owch! She shook her head. “The Claudel Academy accepts your sincere apology, but we are not yet finished, Master Campbell. You may stand to the side of the stage and wait for all students who are to be corrected today.”

What? He wasn't the only one? And he had to stay naked? Yiff! It felt wrong walking away from the longed-for safety of his clothes, to the edge of the small stage. Even though he wasn't supposed to be the center of attention anymore, he could still feel hundreds of eyes on his body and he shame-facedly shuffled across the stage. His butt stung and burned so bad! It felt weird to walk, and it felt like it took forever to get there.

And then he turned back toward Mrs. Bennet. Instinctively, he moved to cover his crotch with his hands, but one stern glance from her was enough to tell him that he would not be allowed to do that. So, shuddering, he brought his hands back to his sides. His fists were clenching again. It was so unfair!

Mrs. Bennet turned back away from him. “Molly Anne Wood,” she enunciated clearly and viciously.

Molly? Peter’s eyes shot open wide. No! It couldn't be!

But … but it was! To his utter shock, Molly came slowly walking from behind the teachers at the other side of the stage, her head held low. She was a young doe, only half a year older than him. But she was thin and small, even for her age. Even the smallest school uniforms seemed a bit too big for her, the blouse hanging and the skirt billowing. Anybody who didn’t know better might guess she was quite a bit younger. She eventually came up to stand next to Mrs. Bennet, just as he had.

Peter had never seen such a look of despair before on Molly’s cute, delicate face… How could this be happening? Molly was always the perfect student. She never got into trouble! This couldn't be happening!

“Begin,” Mrs. Bennet said, her tone no less harsh than it had been with Peter.

And to Peter’s growing horror, Molly did start taking her clothes off. She was trembling even worse than he had, her hands shaking like fall leaves in a storm, but she was doing it, unbuttoning the buttons of her uniform blouse. It wasn't until she’d opened her blouse completely that it hit him just what he was looking at, what he was about to see.

This was Molly. The cute doe he’d been secretly crushing on for so long … and she was taking her clothes off. Quite a different emotion entirely began to mix with the shock and dread of seeing her put through this treatment. Excitement. Curiosity. Desire. Things he absolutely should not be feeling right now … but he couldn't stop himself from feeling them.

Molly took her blouse off, tugging it up out from the waistband of her skirt and then off of her arms. The audience was more silent than ever before.

He … he could see Molly’s bra! The stark white back strap of it cut right through some of the lingering cream-white fawn spots on her fur. She was so pretty with the gentle curve of her spotted back, her cute belly button on her pale belly fur, and – oh yiff! – the white triangles of her bra covering only what little breasts she had and nothing else at all!

Peter’s breath was taken away at the sight of her, and yet his heart still ached. There was a look of so much pain on her face! That whole audience out there, staring at her almost completely exposed chest…

But then it got worse. Pursing her thin lips and obviously holding back sobs, Molly fumbled for the zipper at the side of her skirt, finally managing to pull it down.

He could see a sliver of her upper leg now, bisected by the white waistband of her panties. No… There was no way this could actually be—

Molly paused, just for a moment, before letting her skirt drop down to the floor.

There … there Molly was, in nothing but her underwear! It was impossible. Peter’s breath caught in his throat. Yes, he’d imagined what Molly’s body might look like. More times than he’d like to admit. But he never really thought he’d actually get to see her. Not like this, anyway. Not so soon, so unexpectedly. He knew it would be wrong of him to stare. He should look away and let her have that little bit of privacy… And yet he couldn't take his eyes off of her. Oh wow – her little butt was so cute and round, and it too had some fawn spots still on it. And the little bit of pale underbelly fur peeking out from underneath her panties, woah! He was really beginning to understand why some of the kids watching his own punishment had done that ‘pretending to look away, but still looking’ thing. That was exactly what he was doing to her now, wasn't it?

The thought of other kids looking at him momentarily brought his thoughts back to himself … and how he was still naked … and how they could still see him. Even if almost everybody was looking at Molly, he felt as if he could still feel a few eyes on his naked body. He looked down at himself.

No! Oh please, not now! The little red point of his dick was starting to poke upward out of his sheath. No! Not here – not right in front of everybody!

Molly’s movement tore his eyes away from himself and to her instead. She was reaching behind her back, working at something right behind her shoulders… Click. In the relative silence of the huge room, he was sure he could actually hear her training bra unclasp. Molly shuddered and stared at the floor … and she shrugged the bra off her shoulders, turning to put it on the stack of clothing behind her.

And as she turned, Peter could see all of her chest. Everything there was to see. Which, really, wasn't much. But it was Molly’s chest. Her bare chest! Those two little pink dots were Molly’s nipples. Those barely-perceptible swells on her chest were Molly’s boobies!

He had seen much bigger ones in his brother’s hidden magazines a few times, but that didn’t matter. Those were nobodies. This was Molly. His Molly. Right in front of him, only a few paces away! And she was wearing almost nothing at all! Horror at seeing her degraded like this mixed with unstoppable interest in the impossible sight he was seeing right in front of him.

And when she stood back up, she reached for the waistband of her panties…

Even though he knew it was bound to happen, he still couldn't imagine her taking them off. There was no possible way he was about to see Molly absolutely naked! That sort of thing could never happen in the real world!

And … it didn’t happen. Molly froze in place, her whole body shaking, her hands still holding the waistband of her panties, but not moving. She … she couldn't do it! Peter tore his eyes away from her body for a moment to look at her face, and he saw why. Her eyes were welling up with tears not yet shed. Her thin, delicate muzzle ended in pouting, quivering lips. Her nose scrunched up slightly, as if in actual physical pain…

With a snort of impatience, Mr. Howard came tramping up behind her, already reaching his hands down toward her backside. “If you can’t do it, I’ll just—”

In a shocking display of assertiveness, she suddenly turned around and swatted his hands. “I can do it!” It was so shocking that even Mr. Howard backed away from her … apparently he wasn't accustomed to seeing someone like Molly actually stand up for herself.

For a moment – just a short glance – Molly looked over at Peter, as if for inspiration.

And then she did it. She pulled her panties down.

There was a slight stirring among the audience. Not enough to point out any particular kid as the one making a disturbance, but they were definitely reacting to the sight of her naked. Most of the troublemakers punished at this school weren’t nearly so … pretty. Or was everyone just shocked at the sight of the teacher’s pet, the girl who could do no wrong, naked up there like that?

And now that she stood back up, right there, between Molly’s legs was… He couldn't even think. All he could do was stare. He’d seen other girls naked, of course. Molly wasn't the first to be punished this way. But all the others had been from far off, way back in the audience, and all he could see for sure was that girls didn’t have much of anything between their legs. Now, though, he was close enough to see everything. Right down to where her pale underbelly fur closed into a tight little ‘V’ between her legs, to her subtle little slit and the two puffy lips of it on either side…

The feelings inside him swelled. He’d been more than a little bit smitten with Molly ever since that day years ago when a bully had scattered his papers and Molly had been the only one who helped. She was the girl of his dreams. Dreams that were probably going to be a lot more vivid and detailed from now on… And, unfortunately, his feelings weren’t the only thing that swelled. Though he didn’t dare hide himself until he was allowed to, he sincerely hoped that nobody would notice his modest-sized cock now standing at full mast out in front of him. No matter what he did, it wouldn't go back in its sheath!

Desperate to make it stop, he tried to take his mind off of her, tried to place his attention on the teachers all around instead. More than a few of them looked rather horrified to see one of their favorite students in such a state. But even they still watched intently … though not quite with the fervent, desiring gaze of some of the others.

“Molly Anne Wood,” Mrs. Bennet said, just as disdainfully as she’d said his own name, “you have been found tampering with test results in a way that calls your entire academic record into question. Only the truly exceptional nature of that record has protected you from immediate expulsion.”

If anything, Molly looked more ashamed of hearing that than she was of standing naked in front of everybody. Even though her eyes were open, it was as if she’d gone completely comatose, unable to respond to anything happening to her.

“Well?”

A tiny flicker of movement – Molly glanced over at Peter. After another moment, she looked back at him again, as if looking to him for inspiration. But there was also something else in her eyes. A kind of … reassurance? As if she was trying to tell him that she would be okay, that he shouldn’t worry about her.

It seemed to be helping her, too. As if she was convincing herself of that very fact. Did she really believe that she would be okay through this, or was she only doing it to make him feel better? But then … then her eyes traced slightly downward. She gasped.

No! She’d seen him, she’d seen his erection! His face burned with shame as she quickly looked away.

And, unfortunately, her reaction to it didn’t go unnoticed. Already, a few of the students in the audience were starting to point and giggle. A couple of the teachers looked at him, huffed indignantly, and then looked away. One or two others stared intently.

Worst of all, Mrs. Bennet noticed. “Master Campbell!” she said, her voice dripping with disgust and outrage. “Have you no shame?”

Never mind how what he’d just gone through and how that was supposed to ‘cleanse him of shame’... He definitely did have shame, and was feeling it intensely, but that did nothing to lessen the stiffness of his little problem. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he stammered, “I can’t help it…”

Mrs. Bennet shook her head and looked away. “Disgraceful!” She turned back to Molly. “And you! Is something the matter with your voice, young lady?”

Molly shook her head.

“Well then…”

Molly took a deep breath, then looked up at the audience, meeting their eyes for the first time since she’d come onto the stage, even though her own quivered with holding back tears. “I… I apologize sincerely for my transgressions. To p-prove the sincerity of my regret, I must bare my soul. To prove the purity of my intention, I bare my … my body. Please accept … my apology.”

The absolute sincerity in her voice shocked Peter a little. Shocked him enough even to take his mind off of his own predicament somewhat. Wow … she really was sorry about what she did, wasn't she? And why’d she done such a thing in the first place? She was one of the smartest kids in the school – she didn’t need to cheat.

With slow resignation, Molly turned toward the low desk behind her, the same one that Peter had been bent over moments ago.

One of the other teachers – Mrs. Phillips – suddenly cried out, apparently unable to take it anymore. “Please, Missus Bennet! It’s Molly for goodness sake!”

Mrs. Bennet sighed deeply, but then did make an acquiescent little shrug. “Very well. Miss Wood, in deference to your spotless prior record and my own very merciful nature, I will allow you to take position here, at the side of the desk, so you need not face away from your fellow students as we proceed.”

Mrs. Phillips took a few steps forward, reaching out a foxy paw, “But—!”

It only took one glance for Mrs. Bennet to shut her down. She then once again turned back to Molly. “In the furtherance of correcting your future behavior, you will be granted the full ten strikes of the paddle that you are owed. Proceed.”

Molly bent down over the low desk, with her rear facing away from the audience … but directly toward Peter!

“Feet shoulder width apart,” Mrs. Bennet said brusquely, as if it were a matter of routine.

Molly’s legs shuffled a little wider. Her small, fluffy tail already didn’t hide much at all, but Peter knew what was coming. Though he was ashamed of it, his erection throbbed almost painfully in anticipation.

“Grasp the back of your knees.”

She did so, which caused her hind end to lift even higher. For goodness sake! How was Peter supposed to control himself? Why did Molly have to have such an amazing pair of legs leading up to her cute little curvy…

“Lift your tail.”

For a long moment, Peter’s world simply stopped. There Molly was. All of her. No mystery whatsoever now remained about what was hiding down between his longtime crush’s legs. It was all laid out right there in front of him. And not just a slight crease between two soft-looking lips anymore. The position of her legs and body were causing her to be slightly spread, even showing him a slight hint of the hot pink within. His eyes were locked onto her. He couldn't have torn them away for anything.

“Mister Howard. The paddle, if you please?”

Peter still couldn't look away, though he knew that the other teacher must have been handing Mrs. Bennet the paddle now. The same one that had so recently been used on his own rear…

Mrs. Bennet did not waste any time. Very soon, Peter’s view of Molly’s secret treasures was rudely interrupted by the CRACK of the paddle. If anything, Mrs. Bennet wielded it even more ruthlessly than Mr. Howard had!

“One,” Molly said, obviously trying to sound strong, but there was a definite quiver to her voice. “Thank you, Ma’am, for correcting me.”

Right away the Whistle-CRACK! came again.

“Two. Th-thank you, Ma’am, for correcting me.”

Whistle-CRACK!

“Th-three. Thank y-you, Ma’am—” she sniveled a little “—for correcting me.”

Whistle-CRACK!

“F-ff-ff…” She couldn't seem to get it out at first. Peter’s heart ached for her. “Thank you, Ma’am, for c-corecting me.”

Whistle-CRACK!

Molly was outright crying now, Peter was sure of it. He couldn't see from this angle behind her, but he could hear it in her voice. “F-fiiii… Thanku, Ma’am … correcti—”

Whistle-CRACK! It came again before she could even finish. Mrs. Bennet was getting impatient.

“S-six. Thank you, Ma’am…” For a moment, it sounded like Molly was pulling herself together, but then she trailed off into quiet sobs, no longer able to hold it back.

Whistle-CRACK!

Molly’s recited response was barely intelligible now. Peter could barely make out the words between her sobbing.

Whistle-CRACK!

Peter flinched with every hit, almost as if he’d been struck again himself. And yet, shamefully, his achingly hard dick also twitched every time he saw Molly’s reddening butt jiggle slightly under the paddle’s blow. He knew it was wrong. It felt wrong. And surely every single person in the whole school was seeing it happen. Why couldn't he stop himself?

Whistle-CRACK!

Molly’s response was nothing but a choked whimper now. Come on, Peter silently urged her, only one more. You can do it…

Whistle-CRACK!

Mrs. Bennet stood up, staring down dismissively at Molly, who didn’t even attempt to say the lines she was supposed to. She handed the paddle back to Mr. Howard. “Rise now, with no more shame,” she told Molly … though even as she said it, it sounded a little sarcastic, as if to imply that Molly should be ashamed of the way she was crying in front of everybody.

Slowly, Molly did stand up, though. She wiped the tears from her eyes. She stumbled a little as she turned back toward the audience, but she still managed to stand up straight.

Mrs. Bennet looked over at Peter and gestured for him to come back to the forefront of the stage. He could tell she was looking right at his erection … and that she wasn't at all impressed. That made it all the harder to walk up there to stand next to Molly. If anybody out there hadn’t yet noticed his out-of-control body, they surely would now. His life was over. They would be making fun of him for this for years.

“Once you have made your final apology to the school,” Mrs. Bennet said coldly, “you may collect your clothes and be dismissed from the stage.” She looked directly at Peter’s crotch, her voice growing even quieter and more frigid. Her gaunt doe body seemed to grow even taller. “And for goodness sake, put that disgusting thing away so I am no longer forced to look at it!”

There was nothing Peter wanted more dearly in the world than to have his clothes back on. For that much, he and Mrs. Bennet were in agreement! Quickly, he stepped forward, trying his best not to be nervous about standing so close to Molly … completely naked … completely erect… Did he dare look at her, right in front of everybody? No! He shook off that impossible thought and said loudly, “Now that I have made my amends, I… I, uh, I …” What was the word? Oh, right! “I henceforth promise to improve my behavior and live up to the high standards of the Claudel Academy.”

With a curt nod and a wave of her hand, Mrs. Bennet directed him to his clothing pile, which he scampered to as quickly as he could possibly manage.

As he did so, Molly said the same thing right after him. She said it quietly, probably too quietly for most of the audience to hear, but at least she didn’t falter with the wording like he had. And she was even faster to return to her clothing. She caught up to him as they both stepped down into the little room to the side of the stage.

He tried not to look at her as she hastily put her clothes back on. He was sure she wouldn't want him to look. She probably hated him and was disgusted with him for getting hard while she was punished. She’d probably never want to talk to him again. And since he was so busy putting back on his own clothing, he even mostly managed not to peek at her too much…

* * *


That had been the last time he saw her all day. She’d been conspicuously missing from every class after that, making him worry about her to no end. What had happened to her? Why hadn’t she come back to class? Where could she be?

All that worrying just made a hard day harder. He’d sat completely alone at lunch, for the first time in years. Nobody wanted to be seen next to him after what they’d seen on stage. Not even his closest friends. He didn’t blame them. He understood. They had to look out for themselves, too. If they were seen with him anytime soon, they’d be targeted for bullying too. It was a lonely lunch … but not quiet. Plenty of other kids made jokes and snide remarks as they walked past him. Others whispered and laughed behind their hands when they thought he wasn't looking.

He often wasn't looking. It was hard to meet the other students’ eyes, knowing what those eyes had seen.

Finally, though, the horrible school day came to an end. It wasn't until the walk home – after they were out of sight of the school – that Peter’s closest friend, Luke, caught up to him, running fast on his short otter legs.

Luke had tried to be consoling … and it had kind of helped. But, really, what could anybody say after that? Luke lived close to the school and could only walk with Peter a short way … but it was better than nothing. It was a remainder that maybe this stigma wouldn't stick to him quite forever, and that he wasn't completely ostracized from everyone at the school.

After that, he was left to walk home alone, which he did slowly, taking his time to enjoy what he could of the late afternoon. To the point where it was already getting kind of close to sunset as he rounded the corner to go around the park, the sky already beginning to turn pink and orange…

And that’s when he saw her – Molly! There she was, sitting dejectedly on a park bench, all alone.

What was she doing here? She didn’t live this direction! She’d never walked this way from school before, at least. Was she … was she waiting for him? He had to find out! He had to ask where she’d been all day. And, well … he had to apologize to her. A lot. Even though it probably wouldn't do any good.

At first, he just sat down on the opposite end of the wooden bench. He already felt like he was intruding. And, at first, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He just stared forward, watching the rest of the park. There were a few other kids playing on the other side of the park, occasional grown-ups passing with dogs on leashes or baby strollers … and slowly, slowly the sky turned deeper orange.

Finally, he worked up the nerve to say something. “I, uh… I’m sorry, Molly.”

Surprising him, she scooted across the bench until she was sitting right next to him. She still didn’t say anything, though. She’d always been kind of shy, and he could definitely understand why she might not feel like saying very much right now in particular. At least she wasn't acting like she never wanted to see him again…

“I was kind of worried when I didn’t see you all day.”

Finally, she looked up at him. “I was hiding in the nurse’s office all day. I asked Mrs. Phillips for permission to be excused because I didn’t feel good.” She looked down again. “And that’s true. I felt terrible. But it’s not anything the nurse can make feel better.”

Peter nodded. “I guess I know how you feel. At least a little bit. Sorry. That kind of thing isn’t supposed to happen to girls like you!”

The sound of her giggle shocked him to his core.

“I was actually … I was trying to steal the test answers. You know, so I could help, um … so I could help you.”

“You did it for me?”

She looked away again. Was she … blushing? It was hard to tell in the reddish sunset light. “I knew you were struggling in history class, and I really really wanted to do something to thank you for standing up for me when I was getting picked on.” She sighed. “I thought Mister Howard trusted me enough that I’d be able to get away with it…”

Peter just stared at her, his mouth gaping. It had never once crossed his mind that Molly might care about him. Care about him enough to risk so much… Finally, he managed to stammer out, “You … you really did that for me? I can’t … I can’t believe it…”

She looked up at him with a little bit of a smile. “Well, I know you like me a lot, so…”

He suddenly sat ramrod straight, his eyes open wide. “You know?” How could she know about his crush on her? He’d been keeping it so carefully secret that he—

“Well, it’s pretty obvious.”

Oh, right. That. Of course she knew how he felt about her. She’d seen him there on stage. She’d seen what his body was doing. He slumped, his own face burning red now. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “It’s… It just did that on its own. I can’t control when it gets stiff like that! I just…” He shook his head. Why was he even trying? There was no way he could defend himself and what had happened.

“Don’t be sorry.”

“Huh?”

She reached over and touched his hand, sending electric tingles through his whole body. And she nudged herself just a little bit closer. “I like you, Peter. Do you, um, like me too?”

Was he hearing what he thought he was hearing? Impossible! He couldn't make his mouth work, couldn't make any sounds come out, other than babbling stuttering. But he could nod his head up and down. Which he did. A lot.

Pressing even more tightly against him, she actually held his hand now. “I know it sounds weird. It feels weird. But, um, I was kind of happy that seeing me naked had that effect on you.”

“Huh?”

“All the other girls say I’m too skinny and scrawny. They make fun of my fawn spots, and they say I’ll never have a boyfriend because my boobs won’t grow.”

“No way!” He shook his head. “You’re—” He thought for a moment of what he’d seen, the sight of her naked body and how it had made him feel. But he couldn't say that! “You’re, um, really pretty!”

“You too.”

“Huh?” he said again. That made no sense. Boys weren’t supposed to be pretty. “What do you mean?”

“When I, um, saw you up there. You were, um…” She looked away. “I shouldn’t say things like that. You must be so embarrassed! You don’t want to hear about how I was looking at … you know.”

He blinked. Slowly. “You … liked it?”

“I didn’t get to see it very much. Because, you know, I was afraid everybody would see me looking at it.”

For a long little while, both of them just sat there. Who knew what Molly was thinking about. But Peter’s mind was racing, just trying to come to terms with that kind of idea…

Molly stood up, tugging on his hand, and he followed her without thinking, followed her to the little grassy gap between a few bushes.

Once they were kind of hidden away, she looked directly at him. “Is it okay if I, um, if I could see that part of you again?”

“H-here?” Peter glanced all around. They were sort of hidden behind bushes, mostly … but it was hardly private. The bushes weren’t dense enough to block all sight, and the gaps between them were pretty wide.

She nodded. “It’s okay. Don’t be afraid. After all, everybody’s already seen it…”

Well, she did have him there. And it was kind of unfair that she hadn’t gotten as good of a view of him as he’d gotten of her, wasn't it? He kind of owed her one, didn’t he? And besides, probably nobody would notice a couple of kids back here, especially now that it was getting kind of dark and the space between the bushes was extra shady…

Just to be safe, though, he got down on the ground first, lying on the grass next to her, where the low bushes would provide better cover. And he started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

Molly dropped down on her knees right next to him, staring down at him in rapt attention.

Why did this have to be so difficult? It felt like he should be getting used to it by now! There weren’t many others around, and probably nobody would notice a couple kids getting up to trouble in the bushes. The only one who’d really see him was Molly. And she’d already seen him. Hadn’t he fantasized about this since, like, forever? Why were his hands trembling so much?

When he finally opened his fly and pulled down the front of his undies, it was like all his nervousness suddenly evaporated. Maybe it had something to do with the way Molly’s face lit up with a big grin on her delicate little muzzle, as if she was opening Christmas presents or something. He … he wasn't even hard or anything, still in his sheath. Did she really like looking at him that much?

“Do the rest,” she said.

He looked up at her. “R-really?”

With a quick and fervent nod, she even started to take matters into her own hands, grabbing his trousers and starting to pull them down a little.

Peter checked very carefully all around, to make sure nobody was looking, before he helped her a little, raising his hips up off the ground so that she could tug his trousers all the way down to his knees.

He felt awfully exposed out here … but somehow, it was easier than it had been on stage. Maybe it was because Molly was the only one staring at him … even if she was staring in breathless, single-minded passion. But maybe … maybe it was because this time, he was in control of it. It was on his terms. And what did he have to be afraid of, really? He didn’t have to be ashamed of it. She wanted to see it…

And she did. She drew closer and closer, until she was staring at his sheath from just inches away. He could even feel her soft breath against his sensitive parts…

That, of course, ended up affecting him. His red, pointed doggy dick quickly began slipping up out of its sheath.

Incredibly, though, Molly didn’t seem scared off or disgusted by it. She actually looked even closer. “What’s it feel like when it comes out like that?” she whispered, already reaching her hand out toward him.

Peter gasped at the touch of her delicate fingers around his shaft.

Just as quickly, Molly yanked her hand back. “I’m sorry! I just…” She bit her lip. “It just looked so… Um, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to touch it.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” he was quick to reassure her. “I was just surprised, and, you know … it’s sensitive and all. But it felt really nice.”

“So I can…?”

Peter nodded, and right away, Molly reached for him again. More confidently this time. Now that his dick was completely out, she was easily able to wrap her hand around it and really hold it. He was just big enough that his pointed tip still poked out between her fingers when she held the rest of him. And then she started moving a little! It felt like fire running through him. He’d touched himself before, but it had never felt like this! What kind of magic did she have in her hand?

Well, he knew the magic she had in other places… He’d seen it earlier today. And as she knelt on the grass next to him, he couldn't help but imagine what she looked like under those clothes. Now that he knew exactly what to imagine, it was almost like seeing her all over again. His heart was racing, his tongue lolled out, just imagining her naked fur, her tiny almost-nothing breasts with their little pink nipples, that incredibly alluring little slit down between her legs…

That prompted a sudden thought. “Is it, um… Is it okay if I touch you too?”

Her hand stopped for a moment. She looked down at him.

And then she lifted her skirt with her other hand.

A shudder ran through him the moment he saw her white panties again. Even though he’d already seen so much more, it was such a naughty thrill. And she must have felt the twitching of his dick, because she smiled and started stroking him again.

But she’d just given him permission to do so much more than just look at her panties! Nervously, irrationally afraid that she might stop him at any moment, he turned sideways a little so he could reach under her skirt and pull down her panties. He pulled them all the way down to the ground – all the way down to her knees. And then, right in front of him, was her cute little slit, now closer and clearer to see than ever. It even looked a little … wet? Was something dripping from it? And why didn’t that gross him out at all?

She lifted one leg at a time, pulling her panties down over her knees and all the way off so that she could spread open her legs a little wider, let him see a little more…

Quickly, before he could lose his nerve, he reached up and touched her. And when she gasped a little, he knew exactly why. It was almost the same sound he’d made when she first touched him! He didn’t yank his hand away, though. Instead, he started rubbing her slightly. The feel of her was so intriguing. Warm and soft, and yes … a little wet. But that just made it slippery and even easier to rub.

Soon, it became more about making her feel good than about finding out what a girl felt like. Her breathing was getting faster, and when he rubbed the right spot, she made little moans with every breath. And it just kept getting wetter and wetter! It was incredible … and all he wanted to do was make her feel better and better. It was obvious in her voice when he was doing it right.

That didn’t mean that she stopped working on him, though. It was really distracting to have her light, nimble touch stroking just slightly up and down on his shaft. A pressure was building up inside him, making him press his hips up closer toward her, just wanting a little more, a little more…

“Put your finger inside me!” Molly said breathlessly.

He stared up at her, barely remembering to keep his hand moving. “Inside?”

“Uh-huh,” she said urgently. “You can do it. I’ve done it before when I… Um, I probably shouldn’t talk about that.”

Well … if she said so…

Carefully, Peter prodded his middle finger right up into the center of her warm, yielding slit. And, well, it … it went in! He gasped at just how deep it was able to go. There was like a hole there and everything! His whole finger went up inside her. He could feel the soft heat of her squeezing around his finger, like she was squeeing him with her body.

Just like her hand was squeezing his dick… It suddenly gave him surprising thoughts of putting his dick inside her, right where his finger was. He’d never before thought of doing something so strange with a girl, but now, with his instincts screaming at him, he could think of nothing else. And that pressure! That pressure inside him was getting so much worse!

Before his pressure could pop, though, Molly did first. “P-Peter!” she cried out loud, so loud he was afraid someone would hear her. She gasped louder than ever before, and her body squeezed down tight on his finger over and over again, just like her hand went out of control and squeezed tightly around his dick. And … and the way she was looking at him! It was as if he was her whole world in that moment. It was … it was love!

Even before Molly was finished, Peter couldn't take it anymore. He gazed up at her adorable face as his own body convulsed all on its own, his dick throbbing … and stuff came out! White gooey stuff, and a lot of it! It squirted across his own school uniform shirt and even dripped onto Molly’s hand, but he couldn't stop. It just felt so good! It was like he was riding on a bright, shining cloud, and Molly’s hand on him felt like the touch of an angel … he could barely breathe with the way her touch made him feel!

Finally, after he was able to catch his breath a little, he looked up at her. He’d been looking up at her the whole time, of course, but in the middle of things, his eyes had gotten unfocused somehow, and he hadn’t even seen her, even though he was staring right at her. Slowly, carefully, he slipped his finger out of her slit. “I’m … I’m sorry,” he said, glancing down at the mess he’d somehow made. “I don’t know what happened. It just—”

She kissed him. She kissed him, and his words melted away to nothing.

He’d never kissed a girl before. Not any girl, much less the girl he was more interested in kissing than any other girl in the whole world! It was just soft and warm, pressing lips together. He didn’t know why he’d expected it to be so much more complicated … but the supple touch of her doe lips against his snout made him shudder all over again. When she tried to pull back a little, he lifted his head off the grass, following her. He never wanted it to end, it was so perfect!

But then, with a sudden buzz, the streetlights around the park turned on … including one almost right above the two of them. Their shady little hollow instantly became a spotlight, calling attention for all to see!

Was anybody looking? Who knew. Peter was too busy scrambling to pull his trousers back into place and get them fastened. Molly had it easier. All she had to do was smooth down her skirt. And both of them quickly stood back up, trying to look like nothing unusual was happening, even though nobody seemed to be watching them at the moment.

How was it this late already? The streetlights already on? It never took him this long to get home, even when he stopped to play along the way. Mom was going to be worried!

Molly seemed to have similar thoughts. And she probably lived even further away. “I’ve got to go!” she said quickly, glancing up at the lights. “I have to get home really quick now!”

Impulsively, though, Peter reached out and grabbed her hand. Only after doing so did he realize it was the same hand he’d had inside her, grabbing her same hand that he’d dripped his goo on. Oops. Now her hand was even messier! Oh well. Still, he held her, preventing her from running off right away.

She didn’t seem to mind. She turned to face him. For a moment, he thought she might kiss him again. But she didn’t, not quite … though it sure looked like she wanted to.

“Are we, um… Am I your boyfriend now?” He gulped. Why was it so hard to ask?

Molly giggled a little, then squeezed his hand before letting go. “See you tomorrow,” she said, as she turned and darted away like only a deer could.

Peter glanced down … and spotted Molly’s white panties still lying there on the grass. He looked up suddenly, just in time to catch one last glimpse of her, fluttering skirt and all, as she rounded the corner and went out of sight. He stared for a long moment where he’d last seen her. He couldn't think of anything besides how she wasn't wearing any panties under that skirt now…

Glancing around just to make sure nobody saw, he bent down and picked up her panties, quickly wadding them up and shoving them into one of his pockets. She’d said she would see him tomorrow, right? Maybe he could return them then…



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