17 comments/ 140068 views/ 39 favorites Parent-Teacher-Student Conference By: Charles Petersunn This story was the result of a suggestion by ChrisTor22, a Canadian member of Literotica. It concerns father-daughter and mother-son incestuous activity. If that is not to your liking then most definitely move on to another story. You won't like this one! Otherwise, though, I do hope you enjoy it! Please note that all characters in this story are at least eighteen years old, as that is the minimum age for enrollment at Templeton College. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Learning begins at home. Character education at college can only do so much. This is in part because so much of one's character, both good and bad, has been well established by the time one enters college. However, the administration and faculty of Templeton College was not so pessimistic that they felt there was little room for improvement once a daughter or son enters college. On the contrary, they felt that much can still be learned, and they didn't mean just about mathematics, biology, physics, or chemistry. They felt that eighteen, nineteen, and even twenty year old men and women can still learn a great deal about themselves, as moral, virtuous, and disciplined members of society, and they had the record to prove it. Graduates of Templeton College were well sought and highly valued by major companies, professions, and associations, because the college did indeed produce young men and women of tremendous character. Templeton graduates were not only knowledgeable and skilled, they were also conscientious, disciplined, dedicated, responsible, reliable, and virtuous. Templeton alumni could be trusted to always do their best, to be counted on when times got tough, to be faithful, loyal, scrupulous, and just. These were character traits that were nurtured, molded, and tuned during the course of the Templeton college experience. Yes, Templeton did tend to attract the finest young men and women of their generation. Many of the freshmen needed little further guidance. But, a great college attracts great applicants because it is indeed known for turning the good into the great, realizing the full potential that is present within any young aspiring student. Templeton though also recognized that their success would be enhanced and solidified through the cooperation and collaboration of their pupils' parents. Many a time they had seen much of their hard work and progress across two semesters dissipate and perhaps even disappear during the course of the summer when the young men and women returned to the bosoms of their homes, quickly falling back into their old ways upon entering a directionless, heedless, and capricious parental environment. The administration of Templeton, therefore, decided to reach out to the students' parents. An outreach program would not only be of direct benefit to the undergraduates within their current care and consideration, but also to future generations within each respective household. Skilled parents yielded conscientious and dutiful offspring, and these future coeds of Templeton College, raised according to the established Templeton pedagogical precepts and principles, would likely come to college already well trained and well disciplined. Templeton might then have little to improve upon, but no faculty member or administrator could hardly complain about that! President Chalmers reached out to Mr. Peters and Miss Harding to be active participants within this outreach program. It was obvious that they should be involved in any such mission, as Mr. Peters and Miss Harding were well known within the college for turning around some of the more problematic and recalcitrant miscreants. They were both, though, a bit reluctant, a bit ambivalent, as they were uncertain that the older generation would be receptive to modern pedagogy. The New School approach to student discipline was not the experience of the older generation. Parents can at times be a little stuffy, old-fashioned, and downright closed-minded when it came to the ideas, solutions, and innovations of the modern age. But, Mr. Peters and Miss Harding were willing to give it a try, as long as President Chalmers would fully support them if they in fact met with some objection. This was not a problem for the President. Mr. Peters' and Miss Harding's methods were provocative. But, being at the cutting edge, working outside the box, naturally entailed at least some resistance. Plus, Mr. Peters and Miss Harding were by now well published scientists. Their methods could be controversial, at least in the eyes of some, but their results had strong and compelling empirical support. One could not argue with results, and the fact was that their students became, hands down, the best graduates that Templeton could offer. It was decided that Mr. Peters would meet with the parents of three students that he had previously disciplined, students whose lives he had touched personally, lives that had clearly improved through the New School method. Mr. Peters selected Julie Hall, one of the cheerleaders who got into trouble for teasing and harassing a fellow classmate (see "Teddy has a hard day," The Lessons, Chapter 12), as well as for disrespectful use of her cell phone (see "Mr. Peters and the cell phone," The Lessons, Chapter 28); Lisa Lewis, another one of the cheerleaders who also subsequently got into trouble once again by tricking and then blackmailing a faculty member (see "Turnabout is fair play"); and last, but not least, Emily Brown, one of the girls who got into trouble for not wearing regulation panties (see "Mr. Peters and the panties"). The girls and their fathers were waiting in Mr. Peters' office for their scheduled parent-student-teacher conference, an office which had rather significant memories for each of the girls. They glanced nervously around them as they anticipated Mr. Peters' arrival. The fathers were no less uncomfortable. Most fathers found meeting with their daughters' professors to be at least a little troubling, especially when the daughter has gotten into some trouble. But, perhaps what was really troubling them was the presence of a pillory within this professor's office. Mr. Brown was himself unaware that his daughter had gotten into any sort of trouble, but even for him the presence of the pillory was rather disconcerting. Lisa and Julie had informed their parents of their college travails, but had never explained the full nature of Mr. Peters' disciplinary methods. Their fathers now did wonder, contemplating the pillory. They couldn't imagine that the girls had to submit to something like that. On the other hand, they would have to acknowledge that they had noticed a distinct improvement in their daughters' academic performance and behavior secondary to the effort of Mr. Peters. They were quite happy to learn of his methods, hoping to reap as much benefit within the family home. Mr. Peters strode into his office. "Yes, excellent, we're all here!" Mr. Peters introduced himself, said hello to the three girls, and shook the hands of each one of the fathers. He then began the meeting by acknowledging, "Yes, well, it's always very good to have fathers who are closely involved in the education, the upbringing, of their daughters. Really, I must say, I was thrilled when you all agreed to participate." "Well, I have to say, Mr. Peters," Mr. Hall responded, "that I did really want to meet the man who has been such a positive influence on my daughter." "Father!" Julie complained. None of the girls were particularly happy about participating in this meeting. It was indeed true that they were now much better behaved, but it was never good to have the world of one's teachers collide with the world of one's parents. Nothing desirable ever really came of that, at least that was how Julie felt. "Julie, please, I am talking to your professor," Mr. Hall replied, admonishing his daughter for interrupting their conversation. "Really, sir," he said, turning his attention back to Mr. Peters, "we were running up quite a phone bill. Plus, Julie was most definitely neglecting her studies and chores. Frankly, the money we saved should go directly to you." "Well, sir..." Mr. Peters modestly waved off the compliment. "No, seriously, and, in fact, she has been much more cooperative at home, diligently doing her chores, staying all the way through dinner, even helping to clear off the table and wash the dishes." "Father, really, come on," Julie again complained. "Well, it is true, Julie, and I can't tell you how proud I am." Mr. Lewis offered his agreement. "Oh yes, absolutely. When I heard what happened with that young man, Theodore, I was, frankly, mortified and ashamed of the behavior of my little Lisa, but ever since her session with you, well, frankly, she's become a different girl." "Actually," Mr. Brown said, "I wasn't aware that my daughter had gotten into any trouble. Is that why we're all here?" The fathers had only been asked if they would like to participate in a parent-teacher-student conference, along with their daughters, to learn the methods the college was employing to further improve the self-discipline, the character, and the development of their daughters' emotional, moral growth. They had not been told that they had been chosen specifically because of any trouble experienced by their daughters. Mr. Peters furrowed his brow at Emily. "Emily, you didn't tell your father about your violation of a college regulation?" "No sir," she quietly replied. "I didn't think I had to do that." Mr. Peters took a deep breath. "Well, I suspect that now is as good a time as any." She timidly asked, "Must I?" It wasn't really anything she had ever wanted to tell her parents, particularly her father, and especially in front of other older men. "Yes, you do," Mr. Brown emphatically asserted, much more so than he normally would. He didn't want to appear to Mr. Peters like a permissive wimp when it came to parenting, although frankly such an impression would not be far from the truth. He was certainly embarrassed, as a father, to be exposed for not even knowing of his daughter's delinquent behavior. Emily looked at her father, and then glanced nervously around her, at the two other fathers and at Mr. Peters. This really was rather embarrassing, but she finally just blurted it out, "Okay, yes, I wasn't wearing the right panties," her face reddening at such an admission. "Oh." Mr. Brown was a bit stunned. He wasn't particularly comfortable about speaking with his daughter about her undergarments, and certainly not in front of strangers. "Yes, well, um, alright then," he quietly and meekly replied, now regretting that he had even asked about it. The two other fathers were also a bit embarrassed. They knew of the Templeton uniform code and were in full agreement. It saved them a good deal of money, as the white blouse, black tie, plaid skirts, black Mary Janes, and white cotton brassieres and panties were considerably less expensive than what an average college girl would spend on whatever fashions were currently popular. However, they left the specifics of their daughters' dress to their wives, sharing Mr. Brown's reluctance to discuss such matters. Julie was a bit embarrassed for Emily as well, although Lisa giggled. She found it kind of funny. "Lisa," Mr. Peters admonished, "This is not a joke." "No sir," she softly replied, looking demurely down at the floor, "it's not," she admitted. Mr. Lewis, Lisa's father, was impressed at the immediate compliance the professor obtained from his daughter. He really was very curious as to his methods. They were certainly quite successful. "Mr. Brown," Mr. Peters said, turning his attention back to Emily's father, "you seem a little reluctant to discuss your daughter's panties." "What? No! Well...yes, um, I mean..." He really didn't know what to say. He clearly was uncomfortable talking about it, but no father likes to admit having any inadequacies as a parent, particularly not to her teacher, and especially not when it came to anything that had to do with sexuality. A modern parent of the twenty-first century should be well passed such inadequacies. Mr. Peters smiled sympathetically. "I know it's hard, Mr. Brown. All fathers have difficulty discussing certain things with their daughters as they grow up, developing into mature young ladies. It's really quite natural." "Yes sir," Mr. Brown quietly acknowledged. "Have you ever checked your daughter's panties before she left for classes?" "What?!" Mr. Brown had never imagined doing any such thing. The two other fathers agreed as well, at least so the surprised expressions on their faces suggested. Emily and Julie looked wide-eyed at Mr. Peters. He wasn't actually suggesting that they do such a thing, was he? Lisa though suppressed a smile at such a thought. She wasn't too sure she would really mind that. When she was first spanked by Mr. Peters she had been a very timid, naive, and inexperienced girl, but she grew up rather quickly after that, albeit not always for the good, her escapade with the teacher, Mr. Flanders, being a case in point. Mr. Peters explained. "It's important in any household for parents to share the responsibilities in raising their children. Simply because your daughter is becoming a young lady" [all three girls were at least eighteen years old] "that does not mean that you can just abdicate your responsibilities as a father to your wives. It's important for both of you, for both parents, to remain closely and intimately involved in the parenting." That did make sense, sort of. Mr. Peters continued, "A girl needs to know that her father remains invested in her future, concerned about her well-being, her moral character, even when she reaches the legal age. These three girls all still live within your homes, is that not correct?" The fathers all nodded in agreement. "And, is she allowed to come and go as she pleases?" "Well, no, of course not," they all acknowledged. "Is she allowed to disobey the laws and regulations of society?" "No, no, obviously not," they all asserted. "Can she simply do whatever she pleases?" "No, no, most definitely not." "Do you monitor her behavior so that she does not get into trouble, so she does not break any rules?" "Well, yes, of course." "Do you carefully review her college grades, her class performance?" "Yes, absolutely!" Actually, Mr. Brown relegated that to his wife as well, but he didn't admit it. "Well, one very clear and serious college regulation is wearing the required uniform. Just as you monitor and discipline your daughter with respect to any other college or social rule, you should do so here as well, unless you feel, of course, that your wives should take all the responsibility." The more Mr. Peters talked the more sense he appeared to make, or at least the more confused the fathers became. Mr. Peters suggested, "Shall we check right now?" "What?! "Right now?!" "Here?!" The fathers, and the daughters, all expressed their astonishment. He really could not be serious, but the girls kind of knew, firsthand, that he probably was very serious indeed. "Well, yes, of course. This is precisely the purpose of this parent-professor conference. We want to demonstrate for you, we want to help you, become more effective parents. We have a number of exercises planned for you this afternoon that will help lead you in the right direction, that will put you on the right path of becoming a more effectively involved parent, and one of these will naturally be a panty inspection." "Mr. Peters," Mr. Lewis objected now as well, "I am not sure that this is really appropriate. My daughter is a young woman now. My gracious, I stopped seeing her..." He couldn't even finish the sentence. Just saying the word out loud seemed inappropriate, just as Mr. Brown had felt. "Her panties, Mr. Lewis? You see, sir, you are even having difficulty just saying the word out loud. How can you expect to command any respect, any authority, if you are unable to even broach the topic?" He turned to the three girls, his three students. "Young ladies, if you would, step over here, to the middle of the room, and raise the front of your skirts for your fathers and ask them if your panties are acceptable." "Oh Mr. Peters," Julie objected. "Must I do so, really? It will be so terribly embarrassing." "And, my dear," Mr. Peters explained, "that would be precisely the point." He turned to the men. "You see, gentlemen, the New School method for disciplining young men and ladies consists of three components: pain (albeit only very little is ever really necessary), embarrassment, and pleasure. When these components are mixed correctly and judiciously applied, it's really quite striking what can be accomplished." The fathers didn't really understand, being confused in particular by the reference to pleasure. Of what pleasure is there in the course of being disciplined? The girls did not object further. They knew better than to defy Mr. Peters. The girl who continued to object would likely suffer even more. So, with their fathers watching with considerable astonishment, they dutifully left their sides to stand before them. They did though hesitate a bit, glancing at each other, wondering if any one of them would chicken out, although again knowing that it would be much worse for whoever did. The fathers did not voice any further objection. They knew that they were out of their league. This was not their home. This was Templeton College, a very revered and respected institution of higher education, and they were in fact within the office of a very highly regarded master of pedagogy, the man who was personally instrumental in the notable improvement in their daughters' character and development. Plus, if they were being honest, they would have to admit that a part of them, a deep, hidden part, was also very, very curious, and that part was now stirring at the thought of seeing their daughters with their skirts raised. It was, of course, terribly, terribly wrong to have any such thoughts, to take any actual pleasure, in the sight of their daughters' panties, but nobody would ever know of their private interest, their curiosity, and it was clearly under the guidance and instruction of the esteemed professor, so it couldn't really be wrong. The girls in unison bent over and took hold of the hems of their plaid skirts, glancing once again at each other, and their fathers, who quickly averted their eyes, and then slowly raised them up. The room was deathly silent as they did so. The men's eyes all returned to the sight of their daughters, fixed on the appearance of gradually exposing thighs, with each father's eyes particularly focused on the lily white thighs of his own daughter. Their girls did have such youthfully shaped legs. Mr. Lewis, like Mr. Brown and Mr. Hall, had his doubts about what Mr. Peters was having his daughter do, but he was also duly impressed with how obedient Lisa was being. He sorely doubted that she would raise her skirt if he had instructed her to do so. Lisa could feel her pussy warming at the thought of showing her father her panties. Lisa looked like such an angelic little girl, with her so very diminutive petite frame, the absence of much of any breasts to even notice, her red hair in a long pony tail falling down her back, her large round pretty green eyes, looking so innocent and pure. But, in reality, ever since her session with Mr. Peters, she rather enjoyed being a bit flirtatious and playful, even with her father. The girls paused once again when their skirts were just below the point of no return, but they did not hesitate for long. They were Templeton coeds, protégés of Mr. Peters, and they were good girls. They would not defy or disobey their professor. They lifted their skirts all the way up, all the way up to the point where every man could see all of their panties. Parent-Teacher-Student Conference Mr. Peters smiled with pride. There was little that pleases an educator more than seeing his pupils perform well for their parents. Julie and Emily though were not so proud. They were frankly mortified, standing there with their skirts held up, displaying for their fathers and two strange men, their tight cotton panties, lily white as their faces were red. The panties were perhaps not much to look at. Emily's did have a bit of lace trim, a very minor adornment that the college found acceptable. However, the simplicity of the panties was also their virtue and their appeal. They were strikingly innocent, so plain, so white, so girlish, yet at the same time so lascivious and provocative. Plus, their tightness hugged their young pussies rather nicely. Emily's even revealed a bit of camel toe, much to the disconcertion, and private pleasure, of Mr. Brown. He could feel his cock swelling within his slacks. He quickly looked away, but then returned his gaze. It was like an accident. You felt guilty for looking, but you just had to see. Emily's and Julie's eyes widened with frustration at the behavior of their fathers. Emily rolled her eyes. It was just so amazing how guys will openly ogle their curves, and these were their fathers no less! "Daddy!" Emily finally objected. It was just so wrong for her father to be ogling her panties like that. "What? Oh, yes, yes, sorry," Mr. Brown replied, quickly looking away, his face flushing red. The other fathers took the cue to avert their eyes as well. But, Mr. Peters quickly corrected the men. "Don't be embarrassed, gentlemen. Yes, the sight of three young ladies raising their skirts to show off their panties can be rather fetching and, I must say," he acknowledged, smiling at the girls, "these three pretty lasses are all quite adorable with their skirts raised, their tight white cotton panties all on display." One could not dispute that. Each girl was very pretty in her own special way, and the sight of them all posing so dutifully was really quite charming. Emily again rolled her eyes. Lisa smiled with pride at Mr. Peters, and even squirmed her bottom in delight. She so much liked being a good little girl. "But, that should not abdicate your responsibilities as their fathers. You need to accept that your duties as a father do not come without any burdens, without any sacrifices and challenges, and these should be directly confronted. Now, please, gentlemen, return your eyes to your daughters' panties, and this time do not take them away until you receive my instruction to do so." The task was both feared and so intensely desired. But, the men understood when they agreed to this parenting workshop that much would be asked of them, and they certainly didn't want to let down their daughters or to embarrass them in front of their classmates and professor by quitting right at the very beginning. They brought their eyes back to their daughters' panties, and fixed them there like they were glued to the soft, white cotton undies. The girls probably would not have objected if their fathers had in fact refused to do it. Their faces, even Lisa's, were turning a darker red as they felt their fathers' hot piercing gaze warm their little honey pots. All daughters do like to show off to their fathers, and most will acknowledge enjoying the fact that their fathers noticed and appreciated their attractiveness, their prettiness, recognizing that they were grown up young ladies. No daughter doesn't try at least once to turn her father's eye, to catch him admiring her young fresh newly formed womanly curves. But, this was perhaps a bit over the top. Nevertheless, mixed in with all that embarrassment was some excitement as well, even for Emily and Julie. It was like they were engaging in a behavior that would normally be quite taboo, but when under the instruction of a professor, in the guise of a pedagogical workshop, it was perfectly acceptable. They could not deny that they felt a bit of stirring as well, perhaps a natural, instinctive response of any young lady displaying her wares, as all girls do like being noticed, being admired, and especially so by their fathers. Mr. Peters let the fathers consider their daughters' panties for some time. He wanted them to experience all of the emotions, all the feelings, that such an exercise will provoke. It was a learning experience that not too many parents will allow themselves, and he knew that these men were learning a great deal about themselves, as well as about their daughters. After a while he finally said, "Well, gentlemen, do you indeed approve of your daughters' panties?" "Oh yes," "definitely," "yes sir," they all replied. Mr. Peters though observed, "Emily's are a bit tight though, don't you think, Mr. Brown?" Emily's eyes turned downward. She pulled her skirt up tighter against her body to see what Mr. Peters was referring to, and then she noticed it as well. Her panties were hugging her cunnie so tightly that you could discern a bit of her slit. "Oh no," she softly exclaimed. "What? Um, well, I, um, suppose," Mr. Brown responded, sounding as if he had no idea what Mr. Peters was referring to, albeit he had indeed noticed, and admired, his daughter's evident feminine slit. The two other men naturally switched the focus of their eyes onto Mr. Brown's daughter. They had already noticed it though themselves. It was really impossible not to occasionally enjoy the sight of another man's daughter's panty wrapped cunt, although this did stir up additional emotions, as Mr. Peters had expected. On the one hand, they felt more comfortable in allowing themselves to enjoy the sight without any guilt, as any man would. After all, each of the girls was an adult, and each was raising her skirt willfully and voluntarily. There was really nothing wrong whatsoever in a man enjoying the sight of a pretty young lady raising her skirt for him. On the other hand, they did feel a bit embarrassed to be enjoying such a sight in front of their daughters, wondering if she might in fact feel a little annoyed at their father's licentious behavior, perhaps even jealous in that he was admiring another girl's cunnie. But, it was really quite difficult to ignore the sight of a cute little camel toe, and Mr. Peters did appear to be fixing everyone's attention on it. "You 'suppose,' Mr. Brown?" Mr. Peters replied incredulously at his denial. "You don't see the outline of your daughter's vaginal lips?" Emily dropped her skirt. This was really going too far. It was one thing to show it to her father, and the other two men, but Mr. Peters didn't have to talk about it out loud like that, did he? "Emily, please, if you will, your father apparently hasn't seemed to notice your cute little camel toe. Come now, show it to daddy." Emily furrowed her brow, but did as Mr. Peters instructed, pulling her skirt back up so that her father could see for himself. "Well, yes," Mr. Brown quickly replied, nervously clearing his throat. "Yes, of course, there is that," he acknowledged, as if it really wasn't anything special at all. "Many coeds," Mr. Peters explained, "enjoy wearing their panties this way. It can be quite the fashion statement." He stepped up behind Julie, and reached down to take hold of the waistband of her panties. Julie held her breath, wondering what he was about to do. He wouldn't actually pull them down in front of her father, would he? Mr. Peters didn't do that. On the contrary, he pulled them up really tight, giving her a bit of wedgie in the back, albeit his purpose was with respect to the front. "Yes, well, as you can see gentlemen, the girls can always make their panties have this effect by simply pulling on them so that the fit is much tighter." It was now Mr. Hall's turn for his eyes to open wide in shock, as they fixed upon the sight of the outline of his daughter's feminine lips. "Mr. Peters, please," Julie quietly protested, her feet shuffling as she tried to maintain her balance, her sense of dignity, as she was forced almost to her tip toes, hanging by her panties. Mr. Peters looked around Julie's body to see how successful he had made his point. "Yes, yes, a cute little peach all wrapped tightly in her little cotton pouch." The men did not quite get Mr. Peters' metaphor, but they certainly got the point. "Lisa," Mr. Peters inquired, "would you please demonstrate for your father?" "Yes sir," she quietly replied. Her pretty round green eyes fixed on her father as she tucked the hem of her skirt under her chin and reached down with both hands to grasp the waistband of her panties and then pulled the undergarment up tight against her lips, the third little camel toe coming into delightful view. Mr. Lewis' face flushed red. Never before had his daughter looked so cute, so adorable, and so fucking hot. He would have to admit that there were times when he fantasized about his daughter exposing herself to him. She would at times prance about the house in rather skimpy outfits, would fail to fully shut her bedroom door when she was getting ready for bed, would leave the bathroom still in the process of covering her body with a towel. He had wondered if her behavior had in fact been intentional. Of course, it couldn't really have been, but what man would not wonder? She had to know the effect it was having on him. As she stood there Lisa recalled the times when she had purposely exposed herself to her father, leaving the bedroom door open a crack as she changed into her pajamas, knowing that her father was peeking at her, delighting in the fact that she was probably getting him all excited as she let him admire her young, grown-up body, provocatively attired in lacy brassiere and panties. Or when she purposely neglected to first wrap her body in a towel after a nice hot shower, during which she had diddled herself, thinking of her father. When she was drying off she heard him coming down the hall and so quickly stepped from the bathroom so that he would see, at least briefly, her ripe young breasts and preciously fresh, young cunnie. She would quickly cover herself, acting all embarrassed, which was in fact rather true, as she was embarrassed by her perversely playful interest in provoking her father. She did wonder though what she would do if he actually approached her. "Well," Mr. Peters said, "I think that has been a very fine panty inspection. What I think we should next consider is the..." But, before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Peters was interrupted by very gay singing, "On this perfect day, nothing standing in my way." "Oh my gosh," Mr. Peters said, shocked and amazed at Julie's impudence. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - At the same time that Mr. Peters was meeting with the three girls and their fathers, Miss Harding was similarly meeting with three boys and their mothers in her office. As was well documented in many well designed case studies by Mr. Peters and Miss Harding, it was best for a member of the opposite sex to discipline a student, as this typically would raise the level of embarrassment, as well as perhaps pleasure, two of the three fundamental elements of the New School method. The boys chosen by Miss Harding were Alex Sanders (see "The lessons, Chapter 5, Miss Harding teaches the boys a lesson"), Alan Parker (see "The Templeton Briefs"), and Ronald Theale (see "The lessons, Chapter 9"). She was explaining to their mothers the new underwear policy for boys (see "The Templeton Briefs"). "I had been pressuring the administration for this change for quite some time, as I did not feel that it was right for the girls to have to adhere to a regulation that did not apply to the boys." "Oh, I can't agree with you more, Miss Harding," Mrs. Parker replied. She considered herself to be somewhat of a feminist as well, and she was all in favor of women not being imposed rules and regulations that are not shared as well by men. Mrs. Sanders nodded in agreement, albeit it didn't really affect her that much as she tended to purchase white jockey briefs for her boy already. They were generally less expensive. Mrs. Theale though found the rule to be a bit much. Miss Harding naturally asked, "Do you inspect your boys' underwear before they go off to classes?" "What?" "No." Mrs. Sanders and Mrs. Parker, the parents of Alex and Alan, respectively, replied. Ron's mother, Mrs. Theale, didn't say anything. She was giving the idea some consideration (see "The lessons, Chapter 16, Ron gets a lesson from his mother"). Perhaps she should indeed do so in the future. "Well, I hope I don't have to remind you mothers of the importance of helping to enforce the collegiate rules and regulations." "Oh goodness, no." "Of course not." "Absolutely," they all agreed. "We count on the parents of our students to do their part as well, as any progress we make here can readily unravel at home, particularly if the young man's parents do not appear to support our efforts." "We can't agree more, Miss Harding," they all again asserted. Miss Harding smiled, "Excellent. I knew I could count on you. In any case, it would also help the young men avoid the embarrassment of getting caught out of uniform. Wouldn't you agree, Alan?" Alan's face flushed with embarrassment. He hadn't told his parents of his predicament in Miss Harding's class, and he had no interest in his mother finding out about it now. "Oh yes, Miss Harding," he quickly agreed, as if there was no special reason for his teacher asking him. "None of us would like that to happen." He looked intently into Miss Harding's eyes, trying to convey to her a plea that she not tell his mother what had happened to him, particularly getting an erection while having a thermometer up his butt. "So, Alan, you do feel that your mother should inspect your underwear before you leave for class?" Well, he got hoisted on that petard. He hesitated for a moment, and then just nodded. "Well, I agree, Alan, I think that is indeed a wonderful idea. Why don't you show your mother right now what underpants you're currently wearing?" That was what he had feared she meant. He glanced at his mother, who seemed just about as uncomfortable over this as him. He slipped some fingers beneath the waistband of his pants to pull up the waistband of his briefs so that his mother could see that they were indeed white jockey. "Alan, do you really think that is what I meant? You do know what happens when a young man resists an instruction." "Yes, ma'am," he quickly replied, as he did indeed know what she meant, only too well. He quickly undid his belt. "And, well, Ronald and Alex, why don't we just do a full class inspection while we're at it, don't you agree?" "Oh, I think that's a wonderful idea, Miss Harding," Mrs. Theale agreed. "Ronald, yes, please, show us the undies you put on today." The two other mothers glanced at Mrs. Theale, struck by her apparent enthusiasm for something for which they found rather troublesome, perhaps even somewhat inappropriate. Ron was more than happy to drop his pants for his mother (see "The lessons, Chapter 16, Ron gets a lesson from his mother"), albeit he wasn't too sure he wanted to do so in front of the two other mothers, the two young men, as well as Miss Harding. He enjoyed immensely his private moments with his mother, but that was the point. They were private. He wasn't too sure he would want to let anyone else observe their forbidden pleasures. But, this was just lowering his pants. That couldn't be so bad. He began to undo his pants just as Alan was lowering his trousers to his ankles. Alex reluctantly followed suit. He wouldn't be the only guy not to do it, the only guy to disobey his teacher, right in front of his mother. So, right in front of his mother he began to take down his pants as well. For Miss Harding, and Mrs. Theale, it was a rather endearing sight: three strapping young men undoing and then lowering their pants. These boys were normally so full of themselves, so cocky, and at times even rather defiant and oppositional, as young men can be with their mothers. But, not right now, and perhaps never more. Mrs. Sanders and Mrs. Parker were themselves dutifully impressed at how Miss Harding did control her students, how she could get them to do apparently just about anything, including even pulling their pants down in front of two strange women, and, besides, they both appreciated that their boys did look kind of cute, all embarrassed at having to take down their pants in front of them. Mrs. Sanders was reminded of the last few times she had taken Alex shopping, how annoyed, frustrated, and embarrassed he became when she insisted he try on pants. She did leave the dressing room as he put them on, but insisted that she return to check the fit, and she did not neglect any particular aspect, much to his chagrin. When their pants were all down to their ankles Miss Harding had them step to the middle of the room and form a line. Mrs. Theale and Mrs. Sanders stifled a chuckle at the sight of their sons clumsily walking with their pants tangled around their ankles. Mrs. Parker smiled. The last time she saw Alan walk like that was when he was just a little boy, oblivious to the fact of how silly he looked with his pants wrapped around his feet. Now he was fully aware, much to his mortification. When the young men reached the center of the room, Miss Harding had them turn around to face their mothers, and then lift up their shirt tails so that everyone could see everything. Alan and Alex never felt more ridiculous in their lives. Well, they had felt pretty ridiculous at times in Miss Harding's class, but this was a new level, showing their mothers their underwear. They could not recall the last time they had done so. Ron though could recall. It was just a few nights ago. His mother had suggested that they spend Friday evening wearing only their underwear; a sort of informal Friday, like they do sometimes at work, but this time at home, and more provocative than informal. He had quickly gotten an erection, seeing his rather well-endowed and shapely mother making dinner dressed only in her brassiere, panties, garter belt, and nylons. Mrs. Theale had given Ron a hard time about his hard cock, scolding him for his lack of self-control. But in reality, of course, she had been very delighted with her son's reaction. It was so nice to once again have a young man find her so attractive, so exciting, so arousing. She at times giggled like a school girl as her eyes fixed on his rampant bulge. She would not let him get relief. He kept trying to start something with her, but she kept putting him off, telling him he was being a very bad boy, albeit periodically caressing his erection through his briefs to help keep him stiff. She did though finally reward her son for his patience when she put him to bed. She did not normally tuck her son into bed at night. Goodness, he was no longer a little boy, but she made a special exception that evening. It seemed only appropriate and fitting. As Ron recalled that evening he wondered if he might get an erection now. It hadn't really been that embarrassing, as they were alone, and he knew his mother liked it when she excited him. However, he didn't care for how long she kept him waiting before he was to get his relief. By the time he had gone to bed his balls had been aching. She had suggested that she read him a bedtime story. He couldn't belief it. She hadn't done that for many, many, many years. He considered jerking off beneath the blankets as she did so, no matter what the story was. But, she had insisted that he take out his cock and openly play with himself, as she read to him a story about how a family who celebrated the Mickey Mouse Club in a most unusual and strange manner. He had ejaculated before she even got to the end of the story. There is something uniquely provocative in having a woman read you a dirty story, out loud, while she was sitting right next to you, in sexy underwear, and that woman is even your attractive, sexy mother. Parent-Teacher-Student Conference Ron averted his attention to something else. It was too dangerous to think about the other night right now. He glanced at the briefs of Alan and Alex. That would help to control him. "Well, as we can all see, mothers, your young men are all well within the regulations of the college. We can all take pride in that." "What happens when a young man is in violation?" Mrs. Parker inquired. It was a natural question. Any mother would of course be curious. "Yes, well, we will indeed get into that eventually." The boys did not like the sound of that. "I feel it is important first to discuss the potential difficulties that can arise when young minds find the underwear inspection to be a bit too exciting." "Exciting?" Mrs. Sanders did not like the sound of that. "Precisely what do you mean?" "Well," Miss Harding explained, "young men will at times find it, well, um, frankly, stimulating, to present themselves in their underwear to an attractive woman. It's really a normal reaction for a healthy young man." "Even if it's his mother?" Mrs. Parker added. She was a little nonplused about that. "Well, of course, naturally. In fact, I must say, I do wonder about our young Mr. Sanders, here." All eyes shifted to Alex, who did seem to have quite the bulge within his briefs. "Oh my," Mrs. Sanders exclaimed, her eyes focused on her son's briefs. There did seem to be something going on there. Miss Harding stepped up to Alex, slipped her hands within the waistband of his briefs, and pulled it out to look inside. She smiled. "Well, sorry, false alarm, ladies." She pulled Alex's briefs down to his thighs so that they could see the problem for themselves. Alex's penis, quite large, but largely limp, fell out. He was in fact so large within his briefs that it looked like perhaps there had been some swelling. "Goodness," Miss Harding exclaimed to Mrs. Sanders, "you must be very proud of your Alex." Mrs. Parker was indeed impressed. Mrs. Theale was a bit annoyed. She knew her son was not nearly as large, and didn't care much for the gold star that Ron's teacher was providing to another student, simply for having a bigger penis. Mrs. Sanders' face flushed, but not with pride. She had not seen her son's penis for quite some time. It was not as she had remembered it, by any means. Yes, he had indeed grown up, quite a bit for that matter. "Yes...um, yes, of course," she quietly replied, albeit clearly very flustered. Alex glanced at his mother, and then averted his own eyes. Miss Harding noticed their mutual embarrassment. This would not do. This would not do at all. "Now, Mrs. Sanders, let's not be troubled by the sight of your son's penis. You've seen it before. We're all adults here, and a little nakedness should not distract you from your duties, your responsibilities, as a parent." Mrs. Sanders felt a little silly to have become so uncomfortable at the sight of her son's penis. No mother should react to her son's body like that. It wasn't like there was anything sexual about it. Goodness, what if he got a bee sting there, or something else that required her immediate attention. "Yes, you're right, Miss Harding, I'm sorry." Miss Harding was pleased with Mrs. Sanders' recognition of the importance in being comfortable with all parts of a son's body. "You don't need to apologize, Mrs. Sanders. I do understand. Here, Alan, Ron, why don't you pull your briefs down so that your mothers can see your penises so that we can all get over our discomfort with our bodies." The boys wanted to point out that Miss Harding's reference to "our" bodies didn't appear to include their mothers, or even her own body, but they didn't really feel in a position to make an issue of it. Alan and Ron dutifully pulled their briefs down their thighs, and again raised their shirts. Mrs. Theale smiled at the sight of her son's penis. "You too have a very wonderful penis, Ron," she pointed out. She didn't want him to feel self-conscious over the fact that Alex's was clearly much bigger. It was important for a mother to instill in her son a sense of pride and self-confidence. Miss Harding was also pleased with Mrs. Theale's spontaneous display of motherly support and appreciation. It normally took a bit of prodding before a mother became comfortable with expressing her pleasure and admiration for her son's genital development. She made a note to consider drawing upon Mrs. Theale for some of the subsequent exercises. "Mrs. Parker, we haven't heard from you. How do you feel about your son's penis?" "What?" "I was just asking," Miss Harding reiterated, "if you have any thoughts about your son's penis." Mrs. Parker was having quite a few thoughts, but none that she wanted to share. One thought was that her son's penis was so notably smaller than Alex's, a thought that most definitely entered her mind but one that she felt quite guilty about. Of course, he was probably just very nervous, having to expose himself like this. He would likely be much, much bigger when he got an erection, but her eyes widened with surprise that such an even more disturbing thought had entered her mind. She realized that she had to say something, and quick. "Well, I think Alan has a very cute penis." As soon as she said it she realized that it had not been well thought through. Her son could hardly want to have his penis described as being cute, nor should a mother find her son's penis to be cute. She could see the dismay in her son's eyes. She tried to quickly undo her error. "I mean, well, a very handsome and masculine penis." But, the damage had probably been done. Plus, the effort to undo was so transparent that it drove home even harder the original point that it was much smaller than Alex's. "Yes, indeed," Miss Harding agreed, albeit she wouldn't characterize Alan's limp penis as being terribly masculine. It looked rather boyish in its limp state, like a little sleepy peanut sitting on its nuts. She had seen quite a few other young men's penises that had more potential. But, she understood that Mrs. Parker was speaking as the boy's mother. Perhaps it did really look impressive to her. "Could you boys please turn around?" They did as she instructed, feeling much better about turning their penises away from the mothers. They were still showing them something, but now it was just their butts. That wasn't so bad. Miss Harding instructed, "Bend over, boys." That didn't sound good. But, they did as they were told, slowing bending over in a line, in front of their mothers. "Much farther than that," Miss Harding added, as it became evident that they were only just barely tilting their bodies. They bent further, placing their hands on their knees, their bottoms now thrusting out behind them. This was perhaps worse than showing their penises to their mothers, as this position was considerably more vulnerable, and infantile. Any sense of being a strong, imposing young man had been stripped away, quite literally so. Miss Harding made sure that this point was well taken by walking down the line of thrusting boy bottoms and lifting their shirts up and tossing them over their backs so that their pale white butts were fully exposed, as well as their much, much smaller and even more sensitive and tender testicles, hanging down between their thighs. The women had trouble suppressing a smile. Mrs. Theale even giggled. Ron recognized the sound of his mother's giggle. He had heard it before. He vowed that he would turn the tables on her this evening. Alex and Alan were unsure. Each wondered if it was possibly his own mother who was the one giggling, and they did not appreciate it. Miss Harding suggested, "I think Alan here," she said, patting his boyish bare bottom, "has a particularly cute derriere. Don't you agree, Mrs. Parker?" His penis might be small, but she did like a cute little butt on a boy. "What?" Mrs. Parker was rather taken aback by the question. "And," Miss Harding added, "apparently he likes to stick things up his butt" (see "The Templeton Briefs"). "Was this a problem when he was younger, Mrs. Parker?" "Miss Harding!" Alan complained. Really, this was going much, much too far. "Um, well, gosh, um." Mrs. Parker was at a total loss for words. "I, um, really don't know." Was a mother really supposed to know these things? "Of course, I'm sure you would have given him a spanking if you knew he was doing something like that." Alan had to speak on his defense. He asserted most emphatically, "I was never doing any such things." Miss Harding though ignored the denial to ask all the mothers a very important question, "When in fact was the last time you've given your sons a spanking?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "On this perfect day, nothing standing in my way." Julie's heart sank. She had forgotten to turn off her cell phone. Her father and Mr. Peters immediately recognized her signature ring. She quickly exclaimed "Sorry! Sorry!" and reached into her purse to turn it off, but not before the second line blared through the office, "On this perfect day when nothing can go wrong." "I really am sorry, really I am," she emphatically asserted. Nobody doubted the sincerity of her apology, but its value wasn't so clear. Mr. Hall was definitely embarrassed, as his daughter's miscreant cell phone usage had been precisely the focus of her disciplinary action. Emily let go of her skirt to check to see if her phone was turned off. Lisa, though, being the good girl, dutifully kept her skirt raised, waiting for Mr. Peters' permission to do otherwise. Mr. Peters was disappointed. It wasn't a serious violation by Julie. It wasn't even a violation. There was no requirement that cell phones be turned off when a student meets with him. But, students should know for themselves that any such interruption or distraction during a meeting, particularly a parent-teacher-student meeting, would demonstrate poor judgment. Nevertheless, it was also a nice segue. "Well, I see Julie that you have volunteered to be the first to demonstrate another component of the New School method." "What? I did?" But, she quickly got the meaning of Mr. Peters' remark, and lowered her head in frustration and resignation. Mr. Peters turned to Mr. Hall. "I'm sure you are disappointed as well with Julie's lack of due attention and consideration." "Yes, yes, indeed." "And, so, I believe we should begin our demonstration of New School methods with this problem child." Everyone waited expectantly for what Mr. Peters had in mind. The girls had a good sense of what that might be, but the fathers were pretty much in the dark. Mr. Hall glanced at the pillory. "Julie, I think you know the position, at my desk." She did indeed, having been there once before. She first though reached beneath her skirt to adjust her panties, removing the effect of Mr. Peters' wedgie. She then made her way over to his desk, and bent over, resting with her hands and elbows on the desk, her bottom thrust out behind her. The fathers glanced around. Mr. Lewis and Mr. Brown nervously checked the faces of their daughters to see if they noticed them steeling glances at Julie's bottom. Mr. Hall was glancing at everybody's eyes, wondering if anyone in the room was noticing him admiring the sight of his daughter's thrusting tush. It was understandably difficult not to enjoy the sight. There was something so endearing, so cute, for a girl to be bent over a desk, her bottom turned up to admiring eyes, presenting herself in such an accommodating, dutiful, and submissive manner. The Templeton uniforms provided additional spice to the presentation. The plaid skirt draped across the girl's bottom so well, and rising up nicely on her thighs. One could not see her panties from this angle, but it was evident that she was flirting with a peek. "It's not quite right, Julie," Mr. Peters intoned. "Excuse me, sir?" Julie looked back at Mr. Peters, a look of wonder and confusion on her face. "Your position. It's not quite right." Julie turned her face away, staring at the wall in front of her, wondering what she was doing wrong. Most likely it was that her skirt was still over her bottom, but lifting up her skirt would seem to her to be Mr. Peters' responsibility, at least it had been the last time she was in this position. The fathers were themselves flummoxed over the scene. Was there a particularly right way for a girl to bend over a desk? Well, they did wonder if perhaps it was preferable to have her skirt raised over a butt. Each of them, including even Mr. Hall, would prefer that slight adjustment. Cocks stirred at the thought. Goodness, they never realized how nice it would be to be a college professor. Julie then realized her error. She straightened her legs and got up on her tip toes, lifting up high the heels of her Mary Janes. Being on tip toes does wonders to magnify the shapely curves calves and legs, as well as accentuate an upraised bottom. Plus it was considerably more suggestive. There was no real need to be on tippy toes. The only purpose was to be as provocative as possible. The cocks of the fathers certainly appreciated the point, and now each wondered how he could possibly hide the fact, knowing that any such revelation would be met with considerable repudiation by Mr. Peters, perhaps even get them into some sort of trouble. Julie did wonder what her father was thinking, how he was reacting. It was one thing to pose like this in front of Mr. Peters, alone with him in his office. It was quite another to do so in front of her own father. Of course, it really wasn't as revealing as when she lifted her skirt up so that her father could inspect her panties. But, this position did seem to her to be more suggestive. It was, after all, a position she would take if she wanted a man to mount her, and she certainly didn't want her dad to do that. "Yes, yes," Mr. Peters intoned. "Much better, very good, Julie." "Thank you, sir," she softly replied, feeling so inappropriately enticing. And Mr. Peters did not help by stepping up to the girl and lifting up her skirt, draping it over her back. Well, that certainly did not help the cocks in the room. Actually, the cocks were very pleased, as were their owners. But, at least one part of the brain, that part in which moral restrictions were housed, was deeply troubled and concerned. Nobody more so than Mr. Hall, yet he was also transfixed by the sight. He couldn't take his eyes away, yet he knew he really shouldn't even look for a second. This was his daughter's bottom, her pantied bottom: so petite, so round, so wonderfully curved. He particularly liked how the bottom curves of her pale derriere peeked out from beneath her panties. The paleness of her skin was so bright, so clearly rarely exposed to light. He felt he had never seen a sweeter looking girlish tush. Of course, he might be biased, this bottom being his daughter's. Fathers do tend to favor their children, but, then again, maybe not this way. He didn't know what to think. Mr. Lewis recalled why he eventually abdicated to his wife the disciplining of Lisa. It had originally been his job. Many fathers, many parents, do not spank their children. That had not been the case in the Lewis home. However, he did eventually stop, when she came of age. It just didn't seem right. He now felt fully vindicated in that judgment, his cock swollen with lust at the sight of Mr. Hall's daughter presenting her petite pantied butt to him. A girl's tight taught derriere was so fucking sweet. He couldn't imagine what he would be thinking, what he would be feeling, if it was Lisa presenting herself like that to him. Lisa could see her father's eyes fixed on Julie's bottom. She did not much care for it. She felt very jealous, and annoyed. It wasn't right that Julie was drawing this attention, this interest, from her father, and she even had her skirt raised for her daddy! "You know," she suggested, turning to Mr. Peters, "if this is to be a workshop sort of thing, Emily and I should participate as well. Don't you think, Mr. Peters?" "Lisa?" Her father responded, incredulous that she would make such a suggestion. Emily glared at her, not appreciating the fact that Lisa apparently just decided to speak for her, to offer her bottom up for a spanking. Mr. Peters smiled. Lisa had been one of his more difficult students, but here she was, fully engaged in the exercise. She was also the cutest little thing. He wondered if he had been somewhat biased in his selection of which girls to participate with him, with their fathers, perhaps favoring the girls he found most attractive, most pleasing to his eye. Well, even if that was true, there was no point second guessing himself now. "Lisa, that's an excellent proposal. Why don't you take a position at the right side of the desk." He turned to Emily, "And, Emily, of course, take a position at the left side of the desk." It would have been more pleasing if the three girls were all lined up along the front of the desk. That would in fact make a fairly nice picture. It's too bad the journals within which he published were not interested in photo documentation of his research. He had included photos of each stage of his method in his report, "Disciplining young ladies," but the Editor felt they bordered on the pornographic and might be offensive to some readers. Mr. Peters had been disappointed, but he was glad that he was at least able to publish his work. Maybe someday he would find a more suitable outlet. In any case, there really would not be room for all three girls, with their fathers, lined up along the front of his desk. And, besides, his priority was the girls' education and the fathers' parenting, not his own prurient interests. One does have to make sacrifices for the sake of education. Once the girls were on the three sides of his desk though Mr. Peters did appreciate that the scene was not unpleasant to the eye, nor his cock. "Fathers, if you would, take your positions behind your respective daughter's bottom." It was very clear what Mr. Peters intended, and with legs a bit shaky the fathers took their appropriate positions. Well, it did not in fact feel particularly appropriate, but they followed his instruction, each father standing behind his daughter, a bit to her left. "Mr. Lewis, Mr. Brown, if you would, please, raise your daughter's skirt over her bottom and lay it across her back." This was not in any way remotely what the fathers had anticipated they would be doing when they had arrived on campus. They had expected some boring lectures on the importance of being a good parent, perhaps at best some exercises in trust and communication, something they had really not looked forward to. Mr. Lewis and Mr. Brown though dutifully reached down to take the hems of their daughters' skirts, and raised them up off their bottoms to lay them across their backs, exposing to their eyes their girls' soft round pantied tushes. They were so glad that they were standing behind their daughters, as each father was sporting a raging hard-on that fortunately their girls could not see. But, of course, given the position of the daughters around the desk, the girls could see the erections of the fathers of the other two girls, and it did not take much imagination to realize that their own father was probably comparably excited. The faces of Julie and Emily turned beet red as their eyes fixed on the round knobs poking out the other girl's father's pants. Lisa felt a rush of warmth course through her pussy. She found it difficult not wriggling her bottom with anticipatory excitement, figuring her daddy must also be terribly excited. She bet he had the biggest penis in the room. Mr. Lewis wondered what his wife would think if she knew he had raised her daughter's skirt and was now gazing upon Lisa's sweet little tush. Moments earlier he had wondered what it might look like, and now he knew. He glanced at Mr. Peters, hoping he hadn't noticed his erection. He turned his body so that Mr. Peters could not see it. Parent-Teacher-Student Conference Mr. Peters though had already noticed Mr. Lewis' erection, as well as those of Mr. Brown and Mr. Hall. He was not troubled by them. He was in fact pleased. It demonstrated that the men were fully engaged in the exercise, and that they possessed the motivation to participate effectively. "Now, girls, if you please, lower your panties to just below your bottoms." - - - - - - - - - - - -. Mrs. Parker was incredulous. Miss Harding was asking when was the last time she had spanked her son? It was like asking when did she stop beating her son. There was no answer that was not incriminating. She asserted, "I've never spanked Alan, Miss Harding." "Really?" It was Miss Harding's turn to be incredulous. "You never spanked Alan?" "No, ma'am," Mrs. Parker replied, glancing around at the other mothers, wondering if she had somehow done something wrong, wondering if one of them might come to her defense. "Well, then, of course," Miss Harding continued her questioning, "it was your husband who provided the disciplinary interventions?" "Um, well..." Mrs. Parker lowered her voice, "no, no, he didn't. Neither one of us ever lifted a hand against our son." Miss Harding smiled at the effort to spin their passivity as parents into a willfully righteous position. She considered pointing out that this might be the explanation for Alan's defiant behavior in college, but it was best not to get into any such argument. There was no way of proving who was in fact right or wrong. What was important now is to do the right thing. "Yes, well then, excellent, you will have the opportunity to learn something truly new." She smiled with enthusiasm as she added, "Isn't that exciting?" Mrs. Parker wasn't sure how to respond. She knew she really shouldn't get into an argument with Alan's teacher. A parent never wins such an argument. And, she certainly shouldn't defy her. Heck, she thought, maybe Miss Harding would have Alan give her a spanking! That thought was facetious, but once it went through her mind she felt a wave of panic sweep through her body. Miss Harding wouldn't really do that, would she? She felt a strong urge to be more cooperative. "Yes, yes, yes it will be," she asserted, albeit the tone of her voice revealed considerable uncertainty. It certainly wasn't exciting for the boys. They glanced at each other sympathetically, albeit it was also rather embarrassing to know there would be witnesses to their shame. They shared only the briefest of eye contact. Alex was particularly mortified. He had not only never received a spanking from his mother, but hadn't ever received any from Miss Harding as well, or any teacher for that matter. He glanced back at his mother, his eyes pleading for her to assert herself, to protect him from this embarrassment, this debasement. Ron and Alan knew what was about to happen and were more resigned to their fate. Alan in particular understood that nothing was gained by complaint or protest. Nobody won an argument with Miss Harding. Mrs. Theale stepped forward, taking her position to the left of her son's butt. This was going to be fun, so much fun. She had played quite a number of fun games with her son, but they had never tried anything like this. Their sex play had been relatively normal and restrained; well, if one didn't consider the fact that it was between a mother and her son. She asked, "Is this where I should stand?" "Yes, very good, Mrs. Theale," Miss Harding approved. "You have some experience with this?" She hoped to discover that she would have at least one colleague-in-arms. "No, no, actually not, I'm sorry to say," Mrs. Theale confessed, as she rested her right hand on the curves of her son's bare naked ass. "But, I am very happy to learn how to be a better mother for my young little Ronnie." She affectionately patted her son's naked derriere. Miss Harding noticed Mrs. Theale's hand comfortably, even affectionately, patting her son's butt. She noticed her fingers, just the tips, moving a bit along the crack, as if she was very tentatively exploring. She smiled. Mrs. Theale apparently had no experience in spanking her son, but she was clearly not adverse to the physical contact. Ron flinched at his mother's fingers caressing his crack. It wasn't because it felt aversive or threatening. He much enjoyed the feel of his mother's touch. He enjoyed it very, very much, particularly three nights ago. His flinching now was an expression of nervousness and apprehension. If his mother continued to caress him like that he would respond, as he naturally always did. The two other mothers didn't notice anything, other than their own sons' naked butts, and the fact that Mrs. Theale apparently had no difficulty providing a spanking. Heck, she even seemed to be impatient to get started. Well, neither of them wanted to be the woman who failed to be the good mother, who rejected the sage wisdom of an esteemed college professor. Mrs. Parker and Mrs. Sanders followed Mrs. Theale's lead and stepped up to take their positions next to their sons' thrusting naked bottoms, albeit with considerable doubt and trepidation. "Excellent," Miss Harding observed. "Now," she explained, "spanking a boy's bottom is not rocket science but it's important to keep in mind a few points. The New School method is not about any serious pain." Each of the boys was glad to hear that. "Just a little sting," she added. Alex rolled his eyes. Miss Harding stepped over to stand on the other side of Alan, who was on the far right of the three. She reached underneath him, out of sight of his mother, to take hold of his penis within her hand. "Isn't that right, Alan?" Alan's eyes widened with concern at the feel of his teacher's hand on his penis. He was not unfamiliar with this touch, but certainly not in front of his mother. 'Please,' he said to himself, apparently hoping his teacher could read his mind, 'not in front of my mother, not in front of my mother.' Fortunately for Alan, or so he felt, his mother was unaware of the precise location of his teacher's fingers. Miss Harding wrapped her left hand around his waist, her right hand beneath him. Mrs. Parker figured that Miss Harding must be helping to keep her son in position, which Miss Harding was certainly doing, but in such a way as to also enjoy the feel of his young virile genitals within her fingers. She softly felt, played, and caressed his penis, just as she had previously done with him in class. Alan tried to ignore his teacher's fingers, but Miss Harding was so attractive, so sexy, and so professional, that it was really next to impossible to pretend that her touch was not inherently pleasing. "Now, Mrs. Parker," Miss Harding suggested, "why don't you get us started by giving Alan a few good smacks on his little bare bottom." "Well, um...okay," Mrs. Parker replied, feeling not at all confident or sure about this. She raised her hand about halfway and then brought it down. Smack! "Mom!" Alan loudly complained, his hands coming back to cover and protect his butt. "Goodness," Mrs. Parker exclaimed at the first smack, surprised at how much fun that had been. She released a little giggle. "Mom," Alan again complained, this time at the sound of her giggling. Mrs. Theale had been hoping that she could go first. She was, after all, first into position. But she took advantage of the fact that everyone's eyes were fixed on Mrs. Parker, or more accurately Mrs. Parker and Alan's butt. Mrs. Theale more openly felt and fondled her son's pale round derriere, as her eyes as well watched Alan get his spanking. "Alan," Miss Harding asserted, "remove your hands. You know better than that," she scolded, as her fingers gently squeezed his balls. "Yes, ma'am," he dutifully replied. He hadn't really intended on trying to stop his mother from getting to his butt. It was just an instinctive reaction to cover himself in response to the sudden, shocking spank. He hadn't expected his mother to smack him that hard. He removed his hands from his butt and grasped his knees, his brow furrowing, his cheeks clenching, as he waited for the next one. Miss Harding dutifully shifted her fingers from Alan's nuts to his penis, where she resumed her sensual caressing. Alan momentarily relaxed with the gentle touch of his teacher. She did have really nice soft fingers. Smack! Smack! Smack! Miss Harding obtained a firmer grip on the young man's penis. She was helping him maintain his position in the face of the onslaught of smacks, as well as providing one of the additional components of the New School method of discipline: pleasure. There was no point in having Alan find the experience entirely aversive. Plus, she did so much enjoy making a young man get all excited, particularly during a spanking. Smack! Smack! Smack! "Mother!" Alan again complained, his bottom squirming and wriggling, due both to the incessant spanking as well as to the incessant fondling. He felt his penis swelling in Miss Harding's hand, hopefully though this reaction being due solely to Miss Harding's fingers. He would hate to think that a spanking by his mother would get him sexually aroused. Smack! Smack! Smack! Mrs. Parker was surprised at how much she was enjoying this. She wondered if she should have perhaps spanked him when he was a little boy as well, albeit then it would have had a much different meaning. This was now more of a playful academic exercise. He hadn't actually done anything wrong and they were only just pretending. She wondered if perhaps her husband might like to have a spanking. Miss Harding called out to the other two women. "Alright then, you two ladies join in as well. Let's have a nice chorus of butt smacking!" Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The office was filled with the sound of soft motherly hands smacking even softer masculine round butts. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Mrs. Theale was even using both hands, standing right behind Ron, alternating each hand on each respective cheek, like she was playing some sort of perverse patty-cake with her son. She hadn't done that in quite some time. It's always nice to reconnect with one's offspring! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Ron and Alan were grimacing with the stings. Mrs. Sanders though was slow to join. She was participating, in that she was spanking Alex, but her smacks were much more tentative, if not timid. It was more like she was patting her son's bottom than spanking it. It just felt so strange, so wrong, to be placing her hand on her son's naked butt. Of course, she wasn't fondling or caressing it. But just the fact that this thought crossed her mind she found disturbing, the fact that a part of her wanted to rest her hand on Alex's butt. It was a very nice butt. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Ron and Alan were squirming, complaining, and protesting, albeit Alan was now fully erect. His squirming included a bit of thrusting, driving his stiff dick in and out of Miss Harding's tightly grasping fist. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Alex was the most masculine of the young men, quite athletic, handsome, well built, clearly muscular. Mrs. Sanders did always notice a man's butt. She didn't know why, but she appreciated snug jeans. Shirts often hid how fit a man was, but the backside of his pants would often tell the tale. Men who wore loose fitting, comfort jeans said quite a bit without showing anything. And, her son had one of the finest butts she had ever seen. She smiled. She was proud of him. He was the kind of young man she would have loved to have dated when she was his age. Of course, that was perhaps why she was having such a problem. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Miss Harding called out above the din of spanks. "Okay, that's fine for now! Very good ladies," she announced, albeit the reluctance of Mrs. Sanders had not gone unnoticed. Actually, it would have been hard not to notice. The physical evidence was telling. The butts of Ron and Alan were quite pink, but no such signs were evident for Alex. "Well," she added, her fingers absentmindedly feeling around Alan's erection, "we have at least a couple of ripe red apples now." Mrs. Sanders glanced away. She knew which butt wasn't ripe. "Sorry," she softly confessed. "Mrs. Sanders, you seem a bit circumspect with regard to your son's derriere." That wasn't quite how she would put it, but Mrs. Sanders would not disagree. Still, she didn't fully admit her problem. She just shrugged. "Let's try another exercise," Miss Harding suggested. That didn't sound good, at least to Mrs. Sanders. "Mrs. Sanders, get behind your son, like Mrs. Theale, and simply lay your hands upon your son's bottom." "Excuse me?" "Just place them there. Let them rest there for awhile, acclimating yourself to the fact of the contact. You will see. You must become more comfortable with such intimacy if you are to be able to provide effective discipline." That did make sense. Mrs. Sanders recalled the difficulties she at times had even when Alex was younger. Helping Alex try on and fit a new pair of pants was entirely innocent, but the close physical contact did make her feel uncomfortable, which had probably made him feel uncomfortable. Perhaps the problem had been with her own inhibitions and discomfort. She laid both of her hands upon Alex's butt cheeks, like she was providing a spiritual ordination. Her face flushed red as soon as she made contact. It not only felt so wrong, but it was so much worse to be doing it under the watchful gaze of two other mothers, as well as Miss Harding. Of course, they were probably fully supportive of the idea, and wished to encourage her. But, their watchful eyes only made her feel even more self-conscious. Nor did it help that Alex's butt felt so nice, so strongly masculine, yet still her son, her child. She instinctively gave his cheeks a little squeeze. Alex didn't know what to think. He had been appreciative that his mother's spanking had been so half-ass, so to speak. He wasn't at all sure how he felt about this, as he had at times noticed, and appreciated, his mother's beauty. She was a rather strikingly attractive woman. Her breasts were as full and round, her eyes as pretty, her lips as lusciously red, as his own body was fit and muscular. She had aged well, if at all. His eyes would linger when he walked past her bedroom, the door open, catching his mother in a state of half-dress, perhaps wearing only her brassiere and panties. He would quickly become erect at the sight. What normal boy would not? Heck, when he was younger he had once hidden in her bedroom to watch her undress. He didn't actually see much because the crack in the walk-in closet through which he watched didn't provide him with the right angle. Nor did he ever try it again, because as he stood there, in her closet, he realized that it would be pretty darned bad to get caught. One doesn't have too many reasons for hiding in one's mother's closet, never revealing your presence as she undressed. But, he would still pause as he walked past her bedroom, hoping to at least have a momentary glimpse. He eventually became pretty familiar with his mother's nightly routine. Her morning was too demanding (i.e., getting up so early) and she would have become rather suspicious as to why he was also arising so early. But, Alex did manage on occasion to successfully pass by an opened bedroom door to catch a glimpse of her full round breasts encased within a sexy, lacy, sheer brassiere. And, now, this woman's, this mother's, hands were openly clasping each of his naked bottom cheeks. He could feel his penis swelling. "Yes, very good," Miss Harding said, encouraging Mrs. Sanders to fully embrace Alex's butt, as her own hand was tightly embracing Alan's stiff dick, her thumb lightly rubbing around and around its soft round tip. "Oh, I think that's a very good idea," Mrs. Theale agreed, using the exercise assigned to Mrs. Sanders as an excuse to openly squeeze, fondle, and caress her own son's butt, which she took to with relish. Her pleasure in doing so was floridly evident, as she openly smiled with delight at the feel of her son's soft pliant cheeks. Ron knew that he would not be able to control himself. Such actions by his mother had always preceded some form of actual sex. It was like a classically conditioned reaction to become erect at such a touch, anticipating what would invariably happen next. But, could he hide his reaction? How would he explain it? Would their secret be revealed? Would his mother just come out and tell Miss Harding of their taboo relationship? But, these worries, these ruminations, were secondary to the simple and fundamental pleasure of his mother's soft womanly hands fondling and caressing his bottom. And, to make matters worse, or perhaps better, depending upon one's perspective and interest, Mrs. Theale occasionally let her left hand slip down a bit to lightly caress and tickle Ron's balls, her eyes on the two other mothers and Miss Harding to ensure that her naughtiness wasn't being witnessed. Ron quickly swelled to full erection, and Alex was not too far beyond. "Yes, well, boys," Miss Harding announced, after allowing a bit of time for Mrs. Sanders to acclimate to her son's butt, "why don't you boys now stand back up straight, turn around, and tell your mothers how much you appreciated your spanking." Their eyes widened with shock, and understandable concern. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - All three girls slowly lowered their panties for their fathers, whose cocks strained in their pants at the sight of their girls' little soft pale naked white bottoms gradually coming into view. There was something really quite adorable and innocent about a girl's bare bottom. Perhaps it was that part of her that never really changed, always looking as it had when she was but just a little girl. Each father smiled with fond remembrance, and affection, and lust. Mr. Peters smiled with pride. He could see that these men were now embracing their responsibilities as dads, standing authoritatively behind their daughters, each young lady deferentially presenting her girlish derriere to her daddy, for his interest, his discipline, and most likely his pleasure, albeit they might not yet be aware of that component of the New School method. "Alright then, fathers, let's first just try ten firm spanks." Goodness their bottoms were just so cute, so round, so fresh, so tight and perky. It would be such a shame to spank them, but then also so pleasurable, a guilty pleasure if there ever was one. Lisa looked back up at her father, her pretty green doe eyes looking so imploringly. She asked, as she flirtatiously wiggled her bottom, "You won't spank me hard now, will you, daddy?" Emily's equally green eyes opened wide, staring across Mr. Peters' desk with shock at Lisa's shameless flirtation. Her own butt cheeks clenched nervously as she squeezed tightly on her sphincter. Mr. Brown stared at it, ogling his daughter's preciously cute tushy. He so much enjoyed taking his wife from behind. His cock swelled, his balls broiled, at the thought of mounting this young, adorable, so defenseless, so inviting, derriere. But, of course, he immediately felt as guilty as he felt aroused. "Ready?" Mr. Peters asked, spreading apart his hands as if he was about to applaud, and then did indeed smack his hands together as he instructed, "Begin!" Smack! Smack! "Daddy, please!" "Stop that!" The girls squealed in their girlish high pitched voices, squirming and wriggling their bottoms, as if they were trying to avoid or escape the blows, but to no avail. Smack! Smack! "That hurts!" "No fair!" The squirming was also for the purpose of trying to shake off the stinging, also to no avail. Parent-Teacher-Student Conference Smack! Smack! "Oh my goodness, daddy!" Lisa squealed, making sure that her squirming had an additional purpose, of giving her father a few licentiously naughty peeks, spreading her panties apart with her thighs, then bringing them back tightly together, her panties slipping down a bit, allowing her father a delicious glimpse at her pale pure cunnie mound, so delicately split by an enticing little slit. Mr. Lewis appreciated the offering, id vetoing superego as his balls churned with lust at the sight of his daughter's sweet cunnie mound. His spanking escalated in force and intensity. Smack! Smack! Emily squeezed her hands and Julie pounded Mr. Peters' desk, in frustration, pain, and embarrassment, all mixed together. This was just so denigrating, being treated like they were little girls, getting a spanking from their fathers, and even on their bare naked butts! They knew college would be difficult, but not like this! Mr. Brown and Mr. Hall were not getting the peeks offered to Mr. Lewis, but they were no less appreciative. The brief glance of their hands along the preciously soft round bottom cheeks was a pleasure they had never experienced, even with their wives. How strange to enjoy something with one's daughter that was not offered by one's wife. They were never more appreciative of their little girls. Smack! Smack! The fathers knew what they were going to do that night, albeit wondering if their wives would be interested in something so new, something very playfully naughty. "Okay, excellent," Mr. Peters proclaimed, calling a halt to the exercise. "That's ten spanks. Very good, I must say, for the first time. Really very nice." The fathers were sorry it was over. They gazed down upon the pinkened cheeks of their daughters. It was like their bottoms had become ripe, flush with excitement. They did look like they wanted more. "How do you feel about the exercise, Julie?" Julie knew what was best to say. "I really am sorry about the cell phone, Mr. Peters. I deserved a spanking. I know that, and I will never make that mistake again." Mr. Hall was impressed. Julie was never so quick to admit she was wrong and pledge to be a better girl. Perhaps there was something to this spanking? "And Lisa, what about yourself? Did you appreciate your spanking?" "Oh yes, Mr. Peters," she replied, with considerably more sincerity than Julie. She added in a rather exaggerated girlish voice, "I appreciated my spanking very much." She looked back at her father. "Thank you, daddy. If you want to spank me again later, I'll be very grateful." She smiled at him, and waggled her bottom, as she noticed a clear bulge in his pants. Yes, Mr. Peters thought, Lisa has come a long way since that first session in his office. "And, of course, Emily, how did you feel about it?" "I found it kind of embarrassing, Mr. Peters," she replied, with equal sincerity. "Letting my father see my naked bottom and spank me like that." Mr. Hall felt a little guilty, particularly given the pleasurable reaction he had to the spanking. "Yes, yes," Mr. Peters reassured her, and Mr. Hall. "Of course, of course. That's a very natural reaction, and one that is quite important for the effectiveness of the New School approach." Emily did understand, having been through this once before, but knowing the truth wasn't always that helpful in accepting the truth. She looked back at her father to thank him for the spanking, but her eyes were stunned by his clearly very excited state. "Daddy," she suddenly squealed. "You have an erection?!" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The boys couldn't believe what they had heard. Miss Harding wanted them to stand up and face their mothers?! With hard-ons?! Alan shouldn't have been surprised. Miss Harding had been instrumental in him getting an erection, and it wasn't like she had protected his modesty in class. Still, he assumed that she would exhibit some discretion with his mother. How many teachers display the erections they've created to the boys' mothers? There can't be very many teachers who do that. But, of course, Miss Harding was not just any teacher. She was a little difficult to predict. Alex fixed his eyes on Miss Harding, pleading for consideration, for prudence. Perhaps he had a point, but Miss Harding knew that at times imprudence was a pedagogical necessity. The boys knew they had no choice. There was no escape. No way to avoid their fate. They slowly stood up, and with their pants and underpants still tangled around their ankles, they maneuvered around to face their mothers, their mothers now compelled to face their reactions. "Alan!" Mrs. Parker exclaimed in shock. "You have an erection!" "Alex Adam Sanders!" admonished Mrs. Sanders. "Well, I just can't take you anywhere," Mrs. Theale suggested, amusement evident in the tone of her voice, as well as the little grin on her face. "Now ladies," Miss Harding quickly interjected before the mothers became too upset. "Don't be hard on your boys' excited states. This is a very common reaction to being disciplined, particularly by such pretty ladies." "But, Miss Harding..." Mrs. Parker started to object. "Being a mother, Mrs. Parker," Miss Harding interrupted, "doesn't necessarily make you any less attractive. Wouldn't you agree Alan?" "What?" Now, that was a pretty awkward position to be in. There really wasn't any safe answer to that question. He could deny the attractiveness of his mother, but no son should ever suggest that his mother wasn't attractive. But, to say that she is attractive was to suggest that he had a boner for his mother, which he sorely doubted she would consider to be a good thing. He opted for being honest. When in doubt, tell the truth, particularly to one's mother. "Well, yeah, sure." "'Yeah, sure,' what, Alan," Miss Harding further inquired. Young men can be pretty slow when it came to knowing what to say to a woman. "What?" Miss Harding shook her head. "What precisely do you find most attractive about your mother?" Alan's face flushed. He knew right away what that was, but he wasn't about to say it out loud. There was, however, another feature he found just as attractive. He answered quickly, hoping for this moment in the spotlight to end just as quickly. "Her eyes. She has very pretty eyes." It was Mrs. Parker's turn to blush. But, it was certainly true. She did have very lovely large round blue eyes that were often so sparkly and gay. Right now though they blinked with modesty and she averted their gaze. "Alan," she softly replied. It was kind of nice hearing her son say something so nice about her. He hadn't done that in quite some time. "Well, I think we can all agree about that." They were indeed very pretty. "Is there anything else? Perhaps something more personal? Something that might explain a young man's erection, beyond simply a spanking?" That really turned Mrs. Parker's face red. "Oh my," she softly exclaimed, keeping her eyes averted. Alan's heart raced. The answer was very clear, and to him very obvious, but could he really say it? Miss Harding observed the hesitation, the reluctance. "Perhaps some additional spanking might help, Alan?" He quickly responded, "Her butt." "Alan!" His mother quickly protested. "Well, mom, it's true!" "What's true, Alan?" Miss Harding asked. "She has a real nice butt. Okay, I said it." He still wasn't so sure he should have said it, but he really didn't want another spanking. "Well, okay," Miss Harding replied. "Let's see. Mrs. Parker, if would you, turn around." "Miss Harding, I really don't see..." "You are wearing a rather tight skirt, Mrs. Parker." She was indeed wearing a tight dark grey business skirt that came half-way down her thighs, along with a tight black cotton pullover. Mrs. Parker couldn't argue with that specific point. Nevertheless, "that doesn't mean he has to notice my, my..." She couldn't finish her sentence. "Mrs. Parker, please, isn't there a reason you wear tight skirts? Is it not so that men will notice your bottom?" That was again true. "But my son?" "Your son is also a young man, Mrs. Parker. You can't help it if he at times admires the beauty, the sexiness, of his mother, particularly when she wears such provocative clothing." Alex could not agree more, but he kept his mouth shut. He did though briefly glance at his mother, to see if she was paying attention. Alex's mother was listening, but her eyes were still focused on her son's penis, noticing how big and thick it was, and it wasn't even fully erect. At best it was only half-erect, and yet it was still clearly so very large. She glanced up at his face, wondering if he happened to be noticing her staring. They briefly made eye contact, and then quickly looked away. "Please, Mrs. Parker, turn around," Miss Harding continued. "Trust me. This will be very helpful to us all. You'll see." Mrs. Parker could not see how showing her son her butt would be at all helpful to anyone in the room. Well, maybe it would be helpful for the three young men to maintain their erections, which was all the more reason not to be doing it. But, she had agreed to participate in this exercise and Miss Harding was a professional. She must know what she was doing. She slowly shifted around; the only sound in the room was the clicking and clacking that her high heels made on the hard wood floor. From behind one could also see that Mrs. Parker had very shapely ankles and legs, accentuated well by her tall heels. But, everyone's eyes were glued to her butt, which was indeed nicely perky and round, and so terribly tightly wrapped in her skirt. It was like the skirt was glued to her ass. One had to wonder how easy it was to zip up. But, more importantly, Miss Harding was right. The boys did all admire its shape, and the cocks were treated to further nourishment and encouragement, particularly Alan's, who even shifted his hand down to take hold of his cock and give it a bit of stroke. It wasn't like his mother would see him doing it, and he sorely doubted that Miss Harding would mind. Mrs. Parker could feel her son's eyes on her back, or more accurately her bottom. She would have to admit that she did enjoy wearing tight dresses. Her breasts were not particularly large. She felt her best feature, besides her eyes, and hair, and smile, was her bottom. Her husband certainly admired it; like father, like son. "Bend over a bit, Mrs. Parker. I'm not sure you've provided the best presentation." Mrs. Parker looked over her shoulder at the professor as she clasped her hands on her bottom. "Miss Harding, really, I must insist, that is really going much too far." Mrs. Theale though felt that it hadn't yet gone far enough, at least for her taste. She hardly wanted it to stop at this point. She turned around, bent over, and presented her bottom to her son. "Ronnie, do you think your mother's bottom is attractive?" Ron sure as heck did. He really enjoyed mounting his mother from behind, albeit she rarely let him do it. She felt that it was kind of disrespectful of her authority as his mother, or at least it just wasn't appropriate. The position seemed to be a bit submissive to her, and she wasn't entirely comfortable being in a submissive position to her son. However, there were a few rare occasions when she was feeling especially playful. Ron thought that perhaps this was one of them? He took hold of his cock and openly stroked it as he replied, in a rather sedate, understated tone, "Yes, mother, I do." Mrs. Theale looked back over her shoulder at her son. "You're not just saying that because you're my son, are you?" "Honest, mom," he replied with more sincerity, "I do." She slowly wagged her bottom back and forth at her son. "Well, I guess I believe you, given that you're playing with yourself." Ron quickly let go, feeling a bit self-conscious over the fact that his mother had called everyone's attention to it. Mrs. Parker and Mrs. Sanders though were more struck by the fact that Mrs. Theale was being so inappropriately flirtatious with her son, and it didn't help that she was so terribly attractive. Mrs. Theale was a rather petite woman, just five feet three inches, with 34B, 24, and 34 inch measurements. She had in fact been a beauty queen back in high school. That was quite a number of years ago but she still had her wholesome, graceful attractiveness. Ron considered her to be a spitting image of Donna Reed (Mary Bailey) in "It's a Wonderful Life." She had Donna Reed's medium length wavy hair that fell nicely over her shoulders, as well as her perky nose, smooth skin, and pretty flashing eyes. As a boy growing up, when they watched the movie during the holiday season, Ron would yell, "Mom's on TV! Mom's on TV!" Mrs. Theale would blush, wave off the compliment, and say, "You stop that, I don't look a bit like her," but Ron knew she liked it a lot. Like any woman she liked feeling pretty. In any case, it was rather shocking for Mrs. Parker and Mrs. Sanders to see a Donna Reed lookalike thrusting out and wagging her butt at her son. Certainly Mary Bailey would never have done anything like that! It was just so weird, and so wrong. Miss Harding, however, did not share the mothers' disapproval. On the contrary, she was notably impressed. She had no idea when she had selected Ron to participate in this exercise that his mother would be such a natural, albeit she had known that Ron did have a crush on his mother (see "Miss Harding teaches the boys a lesson"). She could now see why. Like any good teacher, Miss Harding took advantage of the resources she was provided. She said, "Mrs. Theale, I must say, it's wonderful to see a mother not uncomfortable with the development, the growth, of her son." The two other mothers wondered if Miss Harding was speaking generally or was she referring to a particular growth that Ronald was currently displaying. Mrs. Theale gave her son one last little wiggle and then stood back up straight and turned around to face him. "Of course Ronnie sometimes gets erections. I think that's only natural for a healthy young man and, well, to be honest, I can't say that I'm not at least a little flattered." Mrs. Sanders rolled her eyes. It seemed to her that Mrs. Theale was just fishing for a compliment. She was clearly the prettiest of the four women, albeit Miss Harding was most definitely a very striking woman herself. "That is an excellent point, Mrs. Theale," Miss Harding agreed. "I think this would be a very good time for the mothers to become more familiar with their sons, to get to know them a little better. If you would, please, why don't each of you take your son's penis in your hand." "What?!" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mr. Brown quickly hid his embarrassment upon his daughter's shocked and appalled reaction, and he felt a rush of panic ripple through his body. He was in trouble, big trouble. He recalled the many times he had read in the paper about a father getting arrested for molesting his daughter. Was that now his fate? Well, of course, that was an overreaction, as Emily was 18. Still, he would hardly imagine that his wife would approve. Mr. Peters smiled at his reaction. "Mr. Brown," he said, "it is no wonder you are having trouble raising your daughter. You cower in fright at revealing your own manhood." "Excuse me?" "Well, look at yourself. What kind of man is not proud of his manliness, his masculinity? What daughter is not disappointed in a father who actually lacks self-respect, who has a father that is embarrassed to be a man? But, frankly, this is precisely why we conduct these exercises. They bring out the conflicts, the insecurities and inner demons that bedevil our efforts to be the best parents that we can be." Did that make sense? Mr. Brown didn't know, nor did his daughter. Upon seeing her father's erection she had thrown her skirt back over her bottom and gotten up from the desk, her panties falling to her ankles. "Gentlemen," Mr. Peters continued, "if you would, extract your penises and show your daughters that you are indeed a proud man, a strong and virile man. Let your daughter admire her father." "Oh yes, daddy," Lisa exclaimed, quickly pushing herself away from the desk to turn and face her father, and his erection. "I bet you have a really big one!" Well, no pressure there, Mr. Lewis thought. Goodness, imagine disappointing your daughter in that regard! No father wants his daughter to fail to think of him as a strong, powerful, protective male. Would he still have her respect if she discovered that he was not as big as she imagined, as she hoped? He then realized that all these thoughts assumed that he would in fact take it out, and Mr. Peters really couldn't be serious about that. Mr. Peters smiled. "Come now, Mr. Lewis, you can't deny those adoring, beguiling eyes, can you?" Mr. Lewis looked into his daughter's large, round pretty green eyes, looking so wistfully at him. He never could resist that expression. He reached down to lower his zipper. "And," Mr. Peters added, "I think it would be a very nice gesture on the part of the girls to crown their daddies' penises with their panties. Wouldn't that be sweet?" "Oh yes, Mr. Peters!" Lisa gleefully agreed, as she pulled her panties all the way down and stepped out of them, holding the soft white feminine cotton out as she waited for her father to exhibit his erection. Mr. Brown and Mr. Hall couldn't believe what they were hearing, and seeing. Mr. Lewis was actually going to show his daughter his erect penis? Mr. Hall asked directly, "Is this really appropriate, Mr. Peters?" Julie sighed with relief at her father's objection. She waited for Mr. Peters' reply before she took off her panties. Mr. Peters explained, "We are all adults here, Mr. Hall. We are all free to choose to do, or not to do, whatever we wish. Perhaps you do not consider this to be appropriate and certainly if you wish not to continue this exercise any further, well, that will, of course, be disappointing, but that is the decision you must make. Alternatively, you can continue to participate, and I suspect you will come to recognize the importance and benefits that can accrue from a more intimate understanding of yourself, and your daughter." Mr. Hall hadn't really felt that he was provided much of an explanation but, frankly, his erection clearly indicated that he was most definitely interested in continuing. How could he deny that fact? Was it really inappropriate when it is not only under the guidance and supervision of a college professor but was also his precise instruction! He glanced around at the other two men. Were they really going to do this? He reached down to lower his zipper. Julie's eyes bugged out. "Daddy! Are you really going to show it to me?" "Um, well, uh..." Mr. Hall paused in mid-zip. "Mr. Hall," Mr. Peters reminded him, "who is the father here? Who is in charge?" Mr. Peters felt that this was a moment of truth for Mr. Hall. If he was going to really embrace the New School method of student discipline, this was the moment he needed to assert himself. Mr. Hall finished pulling down his zipper, thinking that Mr. Peters better know what he was talking about. But, of course, he had been conducting these parent-student conferences for many, many years. Countless parents had been through this before, and clearly nothing untoward had ever happened to date. It would be fine. Mr. Peters was relieved to see that his bluff had worked. This was the first time he had ever tried a parent-student conference. He wasn't at all sure how it would work. Frankly, it could turn into a real public relations disaster for the college. Julie rolled her eyes as she reached beneath her skirt to take hold of her panties, still tangled around her thighs. Her face again blushed as she lowered them down to her ankles. What a strange world we live in today, she thought. She had never imagined that someday she would be draping her panties over her father's naked penis. Well, at least few of her friends were in the room to see it, but she did wonder what her mother would think about this tonight.