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The Templeton Briefs

By: Charles Petersunn



This story is within the section concerning reluctance and submission. It concerns humiliation, embarrassment, and a bit of spanking, mostly involving guys as the recipients (but some with girls as well). If you do not like such stories then you really should not read it. There is also a bit of group and exhibitionism, but the story does fit best within the section for reluctance. I also want to acknowledge that aspects of this story were inspired and/or suggested by Ingen Ingetson and Gocarty, Literotica members. I certainly want to thank them for their ideas and suggestions, which were really very helpful. Of course, all the characters in this story are at least eighteen years old, as this is a minimal requirement for admission to Templeton College.

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Miss Harding was pleased to help her colleague, Mr. Peters, with the enforcement of the Templeton College dress code (see "Mr. Peters and the panties"), but she had her own concerns, and her own way of doing things. Well, it wasn't really her own way. She was also well trained within and a strong advocate of the New School method of student discipline. It was just that each professor within the New School of pedagogical discipline was encouraged to provide minor variations of its application.

Plus, whereas Mr. Peters specialized largely in the discipline of young ladies (see "Disciplining Young Ladies") Miss Harding tended to specialize in the discipline of young men (see "Disciplining Young Men"). So, it was only natural for her to address in particular the responsibility of ensuring that the young men of Templeton College adhered to the dress code.

At Templeton, all of the girls had to wear white blouses with black ties, plaid skirts that reached below the knees, white socks, black shoes (Maryjanes were preferred), and, of course, white panties and brassieres. None of the girls were allowed to wear perfume, or excessive jewelry or substantial make-up. And certainly none of the young ladies could have tattoos! Just the thought of that was simply abhorrent to the Board of Trustees.

The administration felt that the uniform requirement was important to instill a sense of pride, duty, and discipline, as well as to avoid the presence of distracting outfits that many college students were wearing these days. Goodness, at some colleges girls would arrive to class wearing a chemise as if it was in fact a blouse! The parents of Templeton girls appreciated the emphasis on proper, respectful dress and decorum.

Not surprisingly, however, Templeton College had been under considerable pressure to amend the college uniform requirement. No college, not even one as conservative as Templeton, wanted to be perceived as sexually discriminatory, and it was blatantly discriminatory to have an underwear rule for girls but not one for boys.

The boys' uniform requirement had been confined to simply white shirts, black slacks, black ties, and black shoes. Nothing was said about their underwear. The rationale for the further requirement for the girls' undies had seemed at the time reasonable to the college administration: there was quite a bit of fashion statement to be made in a girl's choice of panties and brassiere, much of which was explicitly licentious and intentionally enticing. This was not, however, the case for the underwear of most young men.

Plus, the girls' underwear was not even necessarily well hidden from view. Boys, and even faculty, will get occasional peeks at what a girl was wearing beneath her skirt, due to a sudden breeze, the need to pick something up, or a less than modest manner of sitting within a tiered classroom. None of this was the case for young men.

But, these arguments, compelling as they might be, fell on the deaf ears of the U.S. Department of Health, Education, and Welfare, enforcing Title IX. The arguments were rejected in any case by the outspoken female faculty at Templeton College. Miss Harding in particular had raised a number of objections against the clear sexist double-standard, and with the full support of Mr. Peters, had been able with her colleagues to get the uniform code amended to address boys' underwear.

The struggles to adhere to Title IX had been very difficult and costly for many colleges. For Templeton, Title IX required either the elimination of football or the addition of multiple girls' sports in order to equalize the number of boys and girls who were supported by athletic scholarships. The Board of Trustees opted for the latter, despite the considerable expense this entailed.

With respect to the school uniform, they decided to amend the rule for boys, requiring that young men also wear black belts and white briefs, just as the girls were required to wear white cotton panties. It was either that or allowing girls to wear whatever panties they preferred, a liberal permissiveness that was supported by no administrator, by none of the faculty, by few of the parents, and by even fewer of the alumni. This was not the time to loosen the morale fabric of college life. It was precisely the time to instill a stronger and stricter sense of virtue, integrity, and temperance.

The enforcement of the new code though was another matter. The white panty policy was not itself well enforced.

There were spot panty checks in the student center or at other well-traveled locations. The Dean of Women would require a passing girl to briefly lift up her skirt (e.g., see "Just a little peek"), which was not particularly disruptive to the flow of traffic as the students proceeded to their next class or academic responsibility (albeit at times a crowd of boys would naturally gather around a respective check point).

The penalties though for a violation were rather weak, if not in fact ineffective. The first offense was met with just a warning. The second offense was met with a grounding for a week (a punishment difficult to enforce for students who lived off campus). The third offense was met with having to write a paper on the importance of wearing regulation panties, and periodically visiting personally the Dean of Women to have her panties checked.

The President of Templeton, Dr. Chalmers, recognized that the college was not fulfilling its responsibility to provide sufficient enforcement of the white panty policy. All of the students at Templeton College were at least 18 years old but they still relied upon the faculty to provide in their lives a helpful, if not necessary, guidance, discipline, and structure. If it became apparent that the college was lax when it came to some rules, others would be treated with comparable negligence and disrespect. It was a slippery slope that needed to be nipped in the bud.

President Chalmers therefore empowered Mr. Peters and Miss Harding to apply the New School approach to this central and important Templeton code of conduct.

After she had helped Mr. Peters within his class (see "Mr. Peters and the panties") Miss Harding wasted no time applying the New School approach to her own class.

"Students," she announced, after they had taken their seats and quieted down, which did not take long in any of her classes, "as you are aware, the Templeton dress code for young men has been expanded to be comparable to that required for the young ladies."

A number of boys squirmed in their seats. They were, of course, fully aware of the change in policy, as it had been posted on all of the major campus bulletin boards and discussed within the student newspaper. A student would have had to have been in a coma to have missed it.

However, many did not much care for it. A requirement to wear black belts was not particularly bothersome, as they went well with the black dress pants. But, quite a few of the boys felt that briefs were simply too childish (as well as too uncomfortably tight). Briefs were for junior high school students; whereas boxers were for men.

On the other hand, quite a few of them were already wearing briefs, particularly those enrolled in the classes of Miss Harding, where something tight within loose slacks did at times come in handy.

What was troubling to all of them, whether they were wearing briefs or boxers, was the suggestion that they might be subjected to routine inspections, an invasion of their personal privacy that they found rather objectionable, and a bit embarrassing; actually, very embarrassing if it were to take place in public.

Of course, somehow that hadn't seemed to bother them when the girls had to submit to an inspection. Many of the boys who raised objections to the new policy were precisely the same boys who had appreciated the sight of girl after girl strolling up to the Dean of Women to briefly lift her skirt to display her feminine undergarment. Of course, in all fairness, knowing how embarrassing it was to the girls helped the boys to truly appreciate how embarrassing it might be for them.

"Your President, Dr. Chalmers, has empowered me to enforce this new policy at my discretion, and today I intend to do precisely that."

That didn't sound good. That didn't sound good at all.

"Now, I am of course hoping that the whole matter will be over in just a few minutes, as I assume that all of you young men are in full adherence to this new regulation. You have been given due warning, so there will be no excuses for any violation, but I have always prided myself in having the most well behaved, disciplined, and dutiful students within my classes. However, I would not myself be doing my duty if I did not at least confirm this to be the case. I'm sure you all understand."

They did indeed understand, but that didn't mean that they had to like it. They all waited, boys and girls alike, to discover how Miss Harding intended to enforce the rule.

The boys looked around the room. Perhaps there was some sort of a partition behind which they would reveal what they were wearing beneath their pants, but they could see no sign of any potential privacy for the inspection, if that was in fact what Miss Harding intended to do.

"Alright then, we're all in agreement, now, if you would boys, stand up, pull down your pants, and lift up your shirts."

Shocked exclamations of "What?!" "You're kidding!" "No ma'am." "You can't be serious!" swept through the room.

Mr. Peters had conducted his panty inspection in a more discrete manner, inspecting each young lady's panties one at time, with all due privacy behind his desk, as Miss Harding inspected each boy's underpants, one at a time, each boy only having to open up his trousers for her eyes only. All due privacy was respected, at least for the boys (and girls) who had not violated the uniform code.

Miss Harding, however, had no intention of taking up so much time. It seemed much more efficient and effective to simply have all of the young men drop their trousers together. But, not surprisingly, none of them immediately stood up.

"Now, boys, don't be so modest. White jockey briefs are now standard college dress. You will not be revealing anything other than what is part of your uniform, hardly much different really than a cheerleader exposing her uniform panties when cheering on our school."

That was not a particularly compelling comparison for many of the boys, as they enjoyed immensely when a cheerleader exposed her panties during the course of a cheer. The boys all remained seated.

Miss Harding was not a patient woman, or at least she did not tolerate dawdling or procrastination. "Alright then, if you prefer, I will have each one of you come to the front of the class and have one of the girls pull your pants down for you."

The boys immediately began to stand up, albeit still with very apparent reluctance. Each moved rather slowly, looking furtively around. They became particularly nervous when catching the eye of a girl. They would have to do this in front of the girls!? That just didn't seem fair or right, on many levels.

And, the reaction of the girls did not help. The boys could all see the delight in their eyes. Most of the girls were in fact openly smiling. Some were whispering, pointing, even giggling.

Miss Harding did not put a stop to it. Yes, a few of the girls would find this amusing, and they might even belittle the boys a bit. But, embarrassment and shame were fundamental components of the New School approach. This would only bring the lesson further home.

Of course, the boys who were troubled most were those who were not in fact wearing regulation briefs. There were only three of them, but they knew who they were and they wondered what they could possibly do to avoid getting caught.

Alan Parker had a good idea. He suddenly exclaimed, "Miss Harding! Please!" bending over in pain. He added, "I'm going to be sick!" clamping a hand to his mouth, as if to try to avoid throwing up.

"Alan! Really?! Oh my!"

"Yes, yes, I need to get to the nurse right away!"

"Well, I would surely hope so, Alan," Miss Harding agreed.

Other boys cursed themselves for not thinking of this. Tony considered joining in, suggesting perhaps that it was some sort of sudden virus, but he knew that Miss Harding was unlikely to believe that. She might then simply accompany them to the clinic, and once it was discovered that they were faking, their punishment would surely be worse than whatever they were about to experience.

Alan began to make his way up the aisle, clutching his stomach.

When he reached the front of the room, Miss Harding said, "But, actually, I just realized that the clinic is temporarily closed this morning."

"What?" Alan replied. Could that really be true?

The clinic was never closed, but Alan wouldn't know that.

"Yes, yes, afraid so. But, I suspect a nice enema will go far in relieving some of that pressure and discomfort. Here," she said, reaching into her bottom desk drawer, "I just happen to have everything that we would need. I'd be very happy to administer it to you. In fact, this might be a nice demonstration for the whole class: the proper way to administer an enema."

Every single pair of eyes in the room was bugging out. Miss Harding was a fairly radical and provocative teacher of biology. Everyone knew that, but nobody could imagine her ever doing anything like this!

Alan, of course, was shocked most of all. This could not be real! This wasn't happening. It was worse than any nightmare he had ever had. He once dreamed that he came to class without his pants on, but he never dreamed that his teacher gave him an enema, in front of the whole class! His heart sank to his stomach. He now in fact did feel sick, faint, even nauseous. "Oh, um, actually, I think I'm fine, Miss Harding. It was just a brief stomach ache. I'm fine now."

Miss Harding smiled. She had figured that there was nothing actually wrong with the boy. The coincidence of such an attack coming on precisely when he had to pull down his pants was just too ridiculous. "Well, it did look pretty bad, Alan. You appeared to be in quite a bit of pain there."

"Oh yes, yes, I know, but it's all fine now." He knew he was taking a bit of a chance in saying he was all better. It did suggest that he had been grossly exaggerating how sick he was, or perhaps even simply lying.

"Well, let me at least take your temperature. If you don't have a fever then we can skip the enema."

Alan breathed a sigh of relief, having escaped certain mortification. What could be worse than being given an enema in front of all of your classmates? He tried to think of something, but nothing came to mind. He almost smiled at his good fortune. He stepped up to Miss Harding to get his temperature taken.

Miss Harding reached again into that same bottom desk drawer and extracted a thermometer.

Alan noticed though that it was a rather big one, like some sort of industrial thermometer. There was something wrong here. He looked nervously at his teacher.

"Now, you just get those pants and briefs down and we'll get a good reading. If it's normal we'll forgo the enema."

The shock that had dumfounded the class was now replaced with a few titters and giggles. Pretty much everyone realized that Alan had been faking, and now he was clearly between a rock and a hard place.

"No, really, um, I don't need that. Honest, I'm fine." He was now quite willing to risk getting caught faking. A rectal temperature reading was not half as bad as an enema, but it was still pretty darned horrific, particularly in front of the class!

"Well, now, Alan, I really can't take that chance. You were clearly in very severe pain. I need to be assured that there is nothing serious going on, and if there is, well, I will really need to provide that enema." She stepped up to him, slowly waving, back and forth, the big thermometer. "But, if there is something you want to tell me, something that suggests that you know full well you were never sick in the first place..." She paused, then added, "Is there anything you would like to tell me?"

Alan naturally hesitated, and then decided he should just confess the truth.

"Because," she added, before he could do so, "I will be very disappointed in you, young man, and there will then be more in store for you than just having your temperature taken."

Well, the rock, if that was the thermometer, appeared to be less bad than the hard place. "Yes, ma'am," he quietly replied, feeling now very lonely, very much hoisted on his own petard. There was really no escape.

Miss Harding could simply have let him take his own temperature, in the privacy of the restroom. But, he did need to be punished for faking the illness, and this was a very appropriate means of doing so. It's always best when the punishment fits the crime. He was most definitely unlikely to try such a ruse again after having his temperature taken. "Excellent! We're all in agreement. Now, please, if you would, down with your pants and underpants." She added, clapping her hands, "Hip hop!" 

Alan rolled his eyes and turned to face away from the class as he slowly began to undo his belt. He couldn't believe he was doing this. This was just so weird. He would never be able to live it down. How could he have gotten himself in such a mess. He cursed himself for lying. His mother, once again, was right: you do weave a tangled web.

Miss Harding had difficulty restraining from chuckling as she watched the young man slowly undo his pants. She stepped back to the desk to retrieve from that same bottom drawer a jar of petroleum jelly.

Alan watched with apprehension his teacher unscrewing the cap and dipping the thermometer deep inside to bring out a big glob of lubrication. He undid the pants button, his heart sinking as he pulled down the zipper. This was not going to be good, not good at all.

Miss Harding held up the thermometer, the thick wad of slippery jelly hanging off the bulbous tip.

A few of the boys grimaced in vicarious sympathy. However, the girls, to the last one, felt like breaking out in a big laugh.

Well, the moment of truth had arrived. Alan hooked his fingers into the waistband of his slacks and boxers, and pulled them down.

A few of the girls did now break out in a laugh.

Alan scowled at them over his shoulder, albeit few of the girls actually noticed, as their eyes were fixed on the lower cheeks of his pale butt (Alan's shirttail hid the rest of his bottom). Of course, even if they had seen the grimace, they would not have cared.

Miss Harding did now shush them. It was important to keep the embarrassment and shame at an appropriate level, and it was also generally useful to maintain a degree of discipline and decorum within the classroom.

Miss Harding did notice that Alan was wearing boxers, as she had suspected. She decided though to not call attention to it, at least not yet. "Okay, then, Alan, now be a good boy and bend over."


The Templeton Briefs



Alan did as she instructed, feeling like he was caught within a horrible nightmare, from which he could not wake up. He bent over, resting his hands on his knees, sticking his butt back toward the class.

Miss Harding did not waste any time. She tossed his shirttail up over his back, opening up to full view the sight of his little round naked boyish butt.

Alan had never felt more embarrassed in his life, even when his mother once changed him into his swim trucks in front of the Henderson girls. That had been excruciating. This was much, much worse.

Although, it wasn't really clear why. It could be worse because there were now boys looking at him as well. It just felt kind of gay, not that there was anything wrong with that, but what self-respecting heterosexual wants to be compelled to show his butt to a bunch of guys? It just felt so weird.

Many of the guys felt just as awkward as Alan. Well, that couldn't really be true, but some did look away in embarrassment, some even in revulsion. Some, however, found it amusing, but then were uncertain if they really should be enjoying the sight. Was there something wrong about that?

Miss Harding then instructed, much to Alan's surprise, "Open up your cheeks for me, Alan. I need to see your anus."

Alan didn't think it could get worse, but it just did. He kept telling himself that at least he wasn't getting an enema. He wondered though if perhaps Miss Harding had been bluffing. But, he would most definitely hate to shift from the frying pan to the fire. He would have to see this through. He reached back, took hold of his cheeks, and spread them open, realizing that he had not in fact ever done that before. How odd to realize that you were eighteen years old and yet doing something for the very first time, and in a place and context that was most definitely unexpected. Life can at times be so fucking weird.

"Oh my, Alan Parker," Miss Harding cooed, "you do have a pretty little rosebud." She turned to Nina, sitting in the front row. "Don't you think so, Nina?"

Nina had her hand over her mouth. 'Pretty' was not the word she would use to describe Alan's asshole. But, she would agree it was pretty darned funny. "Yes, Miss Harding," she said, playing along, "it's really very cute."

A few of the girls giggled at that. Nina wasn't sure if they were giggling at her joke, as she meant it to be, or giggling at the thought that she might in fact find a boy's anus to be cute.

A few of the girls though did find Alan's butthole to be kind of cute, if they were being honest. It wasn't that they were especially into boys' buttholes. Goodness, there had to be very few girls who would admit to that. But, now that they were being so boldly confronted with one, they did have to admit that, well; the curly red hole did look kind of endearing, even adorable.

Many more of the girls though found cute the sight of his little squirrel nuts hanging down in their sack peeking out from between his thighs. It was funny how boys can come across so big and strong, but then have such a defenseless weakness hanging between their legs, right where all their masculine pride was also displayed. Well, Alan didn't look so mighty and powerful now! Stacy wondered if he was ticklish there.

None of the boys found Alan's anus terribly cute. Well, at least none would admit that even to themselves. They all looked initially with discomfort at the sight, and all but a few of them quickly looked away, the faces of those that did not turning red. There was just something so wrong to be looking at another guy's asshole!

Of course, nobody was more embarrassed than Alan. Miss Harding saying that his anus was cute was a compliment. Not too many boys get compliments as to the prettiness of their anus, and certainly not by a teacher as pretty and sexy as Miss Harding. He should probably react with pride. But, it just seemed more demeaning than uplifting, and it sure called everyone's vivid attention to its openly displayed presence within the classroom.

He particularly felt weird showing it off to guys, as if he was trying to impress them, or flirt with them, in that sort of way. He really wished Miss Harding would get this over with and, most of all; he so wished that he had never faked being sick.

Miss Harding though didn't accommodate him. "You know, I really should lubricate it up a bit before I try to insert the thermometer. Nina," she said, handing the thermometer to her, "would you hold onto this for a second?"

Nina didn't really want to, but she could hardly refuse the request. "Yes, ma'am," she quietly replied, and took hold of the large thermometer, holding it tightly but rather gingerly. It wasn't like it was awkward, difficult, or disgusting to have it in her fingers, but just the thought that it was about to be stuck into some guy's butt did provide it with a rather negative connotation. She held it out away from her body, like it might be contagious or something.

Miss Harding retrieved the jar of Vaseline jelly.

Alan waited impatiently, still jutting out his bare naked spread ass to the class, his sphincter nervously squeezing and twitching in apprehensive expectation.

Miss Harding dug out a big glob with her index finger and then bent over to lightly apply it to the boy's red puckered butt hole. In doing so, her dress wrapped tightly around her own butt.

Now, this was a butt the boys could openly enjoy. It was so cool how a woman's bottom got so big and round when she bent over. This was the reason that many of the boys had enrolled in this class. Miss Harding was so fucking hot, and she wore such tight blouses and dresses.

There was something particularly enticing when a teacher bent over to present her perky round bottom all tightly encased within her business skirt. Her dictatorial authority seemed to melt away, replaced by a more purely animalistic function, reaffirming that the pretty teacher is herself a means of satisfying the male animal, presenting her bottom in such a nicely submissive and provocative manner. If only teachers would purposely reward their students by offering themselves, or at least purposely wag and wave their bottoms at the class whenever they got a problem right. One could only just hope (see "Miss Nishida motivates the boys").

Alan instantly flinched as Miss Harding's jellied finger made contact with his butt hole. It was such a suddenly shockingly intense stimulation. He didn't realize how sensitive his anus was.

"Now, hold still young man. I know this is a bit ticklish but it's important to get every little centimeter nicely slick and slippery." She lightly spread the gel around and around, lovingly caressing the pink curly skin. She took her time applying the gel. She knew it must be embarrassing for the boy but she found boys' puckered holes to be so cute and adorable. They may present themselves as strong, tough men, but they did squirm and wriggle so when she tickled their little vulnerable anuses.

Alan tightly clenched his eyes shut and squeezed the cheeks of his ass. He did indeed feel such an intense urge to squirm and wiggle his bottom, but he dared not do so, not only because Miss Harding told him not to but also because he didn't want to give away how ticklish and stimulating it was. That could very well give the wrong impression to the girls, as well as to the boys, which was even more embarrassing to him. Goodness, what if one of the boys in the class was gay!

A few of the boys who had looked away now returned their gaze. It was a boy's butt hole they were looking at, which was rather disconcerting, to say the least, but it was also a pretty female teacher's finger caressing it, and they all now imagined what that might feel like. A few of them squirmed within their seats, showing more of a visual response than was even being displayed by Alan. All of them squeezed tightly on their own sphincters. None of them wanted to be in Alan's position, but all of them wondered what it would be like to have a girl do that for them.

Miss Harding was a bit disappointed that Alan was maintaining his composure despite her efforts to arouse him. She suggested, "Let's get some of this inside as well, shall we?" She suddenly thrust her finger up into his young male butt.

Alan grunted and lurched forward. He had not yet had a prostate exam and really hadn't realized how uncomfortable and odd would be the sensation of someone sticking a finger up inside there. He maintained his footing, but just barely.

"Hold still now, Alan. Don't squirm. Here, let me help you." She reached around his body with her left hand to help steady him, but in the process firmly took hold of his limp penis within her hand.

Alan's head lifted up and his eyes widened with shock at yet another surprising gesture by his teacher. This one though was unambiguously pleasing to the touch. If forced to do so he would have to admit that after the initial surprise he was beginning to actually enjoy, at least a bit, the intrusion of Miss Harding's finger in his ass. However, her fingers fondling and caressing his penis was blatantly stimulating.

Miss Harding continued to work her finger around and around inside Alan's butt, as if she was searching for something hidden deep inside.

The boys didn't know if they should feel appalled, disgusted, or excited. Well, maybe their overt reaction would be one of dismay and repulsion, but privately they were really very, very curious, and quite a number of them were beginning to swell within their own pants.

It wasn't the first choice of sexual act they would select to participate with Miss Harding, but it was still rather erotic, and frankly anything sexual that Miss Harding was interested in doing with a boy would be received with delight. She was such a strikingly attractive teacher. She was only 34 years old, with blue eyes, long lashes, and curly blond hair that draped softly across her shoulders. She also had a very nice figure (36-25-35) which she would always openly display in a rather tantalizing manner. Today she was wearing a black skirt, which clung tightly to her shapely bottom, accentuating every sweet curve, and her blouse was white silk, which hugged her full round breasts just as snugly. She had even undone enough of the buttons to provide some enticing cleavage. Many of the boys imagined it would be rather nice to have Miss Harding stick her finger up their butts, albeit preferably in the privacy of her bedroom.

It didn't take long for Alan to respond, particularly as Miss Harding was playing so effectively with him on the other side. He didn't really want to respond, or at least part of him didn't, but how could a boy resist the professional touch of an experienced teacher, and one so pretty and sexy as Miss Harding. He breathed in deeply the sweet scent of her perfume as his dick swelled with the fondling of her soft expert feminine fingers.

She did finally remove her finger from his butt, but she kept hold of his swelling penis with her other hand, out of the sight of the class, as she reached back to Nina for the thermometer.

Nina gladly gave it up, and was careful not to make contact with the teacher's fingers, knowing where one of them had recently just been.

Miss Harding took the thermometer, topped with another glob of jelly, and pressed it against the boy's now slick and rather excited anus. She squirmed it around a bit so that he would get used to its size and feel, and then forcefully shoved it right up inside. "Oh yes, it fits very good in there now."

Alan again grunted, but he was also breathing a bit more heavily. It now actually felt strangely nice. Did that mean he had homosexual tendencies? Not that there was anything wrong with that, but a thermometer up his butt really shouldn't feel nice, especially when it was being stuck up there by a teacher. Of course, he might just be confusing the stimulation, the arousal, provided by her other hand. Whenever he was stiff he enjoyed just about anything and everything. A hard, stiff cock often compelled him to do rather unusual things, at least in the privacy of his bedroom. He did now imagine that perhaps the next time he jerked off, he might have something stuck up there, just to see what it might be like, of course.

Miss Harding made sure it was pretty far up in there, as she wanted to get a good reading. Plus, she wanted to get the young man as stiff and hard as she could before she let go of his cock. And, besides, she did so much enjoy playing with a young man's cock. She just liked getting them all excited. Young men's erections were always so vigorous and strong, even when their penises were a bit on the smaller size.

"Yes, well, we'll just leave that in there awhile to make sure we get a reliable reading."

Alan wondered if he was supposed to remain bent over, his ass sticking out toward the class, the thermometer poking out his anus. He would prefer to stand up, that might at least be a bit less undignified, although it could also reveal his erection to the class. He surely didn't want his fellow students to see that.

Miss Harding removed her hands from both the thermometer and erection, but then quickly announced, "Oh my goodness, Mr. Parker, what have we here?" She reached out with both hands, took hold of his shoulders, straightened him up, and turned him around, to let everyone see how stiff and hard he had become.

Everyone's eyes burst wide with shock, girls' hands went to their opened mouths, the jaws of boys dropped. It wasn't too often that a young man stood in front of a class, his pants and underwear around his ankles, his naked stiff cock jutting out before him, like some kind of perverse show and tell.

Moments ago Alan felt that he could not feel any more embarrassed, but it just kept getting worse.

It wasn't that he was ashamed of his erection. His penis wasn't that big but he did feel that it was a normal size, and he felt that it looked pretty darned impressive when it was as stiff as it was now, or at least it sure looked that way to him when he admired it in a mirror.

He wasn't though feeling terribly proud right now! A few of the girls were giggling and pointing, as if they were considerably more amused than impressed. There was one time that he had enjoyed how a girl had gotten so embarrassed at how a breeze had blown up her skirt, revealing her panties for everyone, including him, to see. He thought it was pretty funny. Maybe he should have been more sympathetic.

Still, as he looked around the class, maybe it wasn't too bad. He did actually enjoy the looks on the faces of some of the girls. The fact that many of them looked rather astounded, upset, and even a bit squeamish, did make him feel pretty good about it, like his erect penis was indeed intimidating, perhaps even fearfully threatening. Yes, some of the girls were smiling and giggling, but that could mean that they liked it, that they were attracted to it. Perhaps one of them would even approach him after class?

But, it did feel pretty weird to be showing it to guys. When he was much younger he and a couple of male friends had masturbated, together, in the dark, within a clump of trees behind his parents' house. Nobody, however, even looked at each other, and they never did it again. Now, however, he was actually showing himself off in broad daylight. That was most definitely weird.

Nor did Miss Harding help by asking, "Goodness, Alan, have you had any boys stick things up there before?"

"What?! No! No, Miss Harding, definitely not!" He could not express his denial with any more conviction. He wanted to make sure there was no doubt about that.

"Well, given your evident reaction, perhaps your little girlfriend has done it? Do you have her stick things up there?"

Alan's face turned even redder. He didn't really know what to say in response to that, at least with respect to trying to maintain his dignity, his masculinity. If he said no, then it might sound like he had little experience with girls, which was certainly true, but if he said yes that would be lying and, even worse, might sound kind of perverted. He opted for the truth, which was usually the safer choice. "No, ma'am, no, never."

"Well, perhaps not," she replied, the skepticism evident in the tone of her voice. "In any case, you keep that penis nicely erect while the thermometer is getting its reading."

Alan wasn't at all sure why he needed an erection to have his temperature taken. It was nothing his mother had required when he was a kid. But, he really wasn't in a position to argue with Miss Harding, and he dutifully, albeit very shamefully, reached down and began to stroke his cock, while clenching with his sphincter the thermometer stuck up his butt.

Well, that did kind of diminish his sense of pride. There is perhaps little that is more humiliating than having to jerk off in front of students at the head of the class. Alan could see the amused delight in the girls' faces, the derision in the eyes of the boys. This would not be something that he would live down very soon.

He tried to imagine that the girls were naked as well; his eyes fixed in particular on Stacy, a very pretty little coquettish girl sitting right in front of him. She did at least appear more troubled than amused by his effort, perhaps even more embarrassed than him.

Stacy repeatedly glanced away, but invariably returned her eyes to the sight of that stiff hard cock a foot or so away, the young man's fist sliding up and down the shaft, the red knob glowing red as the blood was forced inside.

Miss Harding turned her attention to the rest of the boys. She couldn't spend too much time on Alan's temperature. She hadn't yet even started her underwear inspection, which was the whole point of this exercise, and quite a bit of time had now passed. "Alright then, boys, let's get on with it. Pants down."

The boys though again hesitated, particularly those who had a bit of an erection. For some, watching Alan's predicament had been helpful in avoiding an erection. For others, it had created quite a problem.

Miss Harding was no longer willing to be so patient of recalcitrant young men. "The last boy to get his pants down will receive smacks on the bottom, and I don't mean through his undies pants."

The boys responded instantly, quickly finishing with the undoing of their belts, buttons, and zippers, and then snatching their pants down.

Albeit one boy momentarily hesitated: Roger. He had gotten quite excited watching the attractive Miss Harding finger Alan's butt, imagining her doing it to him. His erection had become quite solid and stiff. It wasn't that he had decided not to pull down his pants. It was just that there was a moment of doubt, reluctance, uncertainty, and that was all it took for him to lose the race. And, now, his pants were indeed down but with a very evident bulge in his briefs. He covered it with his hands. He was perhaps not alone in this predicament, as he noticed that quite a few boys had their hands clasped in front of their crotches, albeit many were perhaps doing so simply to hide even the little bulge that their even flaccid penises would make.

Miss Harding called out, "Roger Adams, I see that you were indeed the last boy to follow my instructions. Please, come to the front of the class."

"Yes, Miss Harding," he dutifully replied. He stepped out from his desk and bent over to pull up his pants. It would be rather difficult to walk to the front of the class with his pants around his ankles.

"You can leave your pants where they are, Roger. I will not have you delay the class any further. You make your way to the front of the class right now."

"Yes, ma'am," Roger replied, sighing with resignation.

As he proceeded up the aisle it became evident that he would have gotten to the front of the class much quicker if he had been allowed to pull his pants up, a fact though that he felt was best not to inform Miss Harding. He doubted that she would have been interested. And, besides, she probably liked the fact that he had to take awkward and clumsy baby steps, like he was a little boy, whose pants had fallen down, walking to his mother for help, not having the sense to just pull them up himself. He did at least keep his erection hidden with his hands, hoping that it would be gone by the time he reached his teacher.




The Templeton Briefs



The girls in the class, and even many of the boys, found the sight of Roger slowly and clumsily making his way up to the front of the class, his pants tangled around his ankles, to be simply hysterical. A few of the girls could not suppress their laughter, and quite a few chuckles were heard from the boys as well. It wasn't like they were not themselves in a rather embarrassing predicament, with their own pants down at their ankles, their underwear open to the view of every girl in class. But, Roger was providing quite the distraction, and was clearly in a far worse muddle.

Roger was also taking his time in order to get his erection down. He would at least be spared that embarrassment, which would have been quite substantial.

Miss Harding sighed with frustration at Roger's obvious procrastination. She quickly made her way to him.

"I'm going as fast as I can, Miss Harding," Roger asserted.

"Clearly not," she retorted, and when she reached the young man she immediately slipped her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and yanked them down to his thighs.

Out popped Roger's erection. It was only half-erect, but it was clearly excited.

"Miss Harding!" Roger protested, hiding himself with his hands.

"My goodness," Miss Harding exclaimed. "What is it with you young boys," she asked rhetorically. "What could possibly have gotten you excited, Roger," she asked, but again not expecting any answer. "Is it the sight of Alan's bare bottom, with a thermometer stuck inside?"

Chuckling and giggling escalated to even more laughter.

"What?! No Miss Harding, absolutely not!"

"Now, don't be embarrassed, Roger," Miss Harding reassured him. She turned her attention to her other students. "I want this laughter to cease immediately! There is absolutely nothing wrong for a young man to enjoy things stuck up in other boys' butts."

"Miss Harding, really, that's not it!" Nobody in the class actually felt that there was anything wrong with being gay, but Roger did feel that the attribution would not be particularly helpful in asserting his heterosexual masculinity, particularly with any of the girls in this class, and every other girl on campus they would likely tell.

It didn't really matter to Miss Harding whether it was true or not. She imagined that Roger was just excited about taking his pants down for her. Many boys got excited by just that thought, and she found that rather flattering, and enjoyable. "Well, let's just see if it's true," she suggested.

"Patty," she said, as she turned to the girl sitting immediately to the right of the boy, "take Roger's penis in your hand and stroke it a few times."

"Me!? Why me?!" It wasn't that Patty was actually adverse to touching a guy's penis and making him hard. It just didn't seem quite right to do so in class, in front of everyone, and even for a boy she hardly knew. It certainly wasn't fair. There were plenty of other girls in the class, a couple of whom she felt had probably done it for quite a few boys.

"Well, you seem to be finding all of this so terribly amusing, particularly the suggestion that Roger might not be a heterosexual. I think it is only fitting for you to be the one to determine the facts. Now, please, if you will, take hold of this young man's penis and see if a girl can get him excited."

Patty couldn't disagree with the compelling logic of Miss Harding's proposed experiment, but that didn't make it any less troubling. She reached out with her left hand and timidly wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Her face grimaced and she whimpered with troubled distress. She now sorely regretted laughing at him. She timidly held onto his half-erect penis, not wanting to appear like she actually enjoyed holding it. Well, of course, she did enjoy handling a boy's penis, but that was always in the privacy of a car, or a bedroom. It's just that she didn't want to come across like a skanky tramp, a girl who would enjoy jerking off any penis who happened to come along. Jerking off boys willy nilly was not good for a girl's reputation.

Miss Harding was not pleased with Patty's poor performance. "Have you stroked a boy's penis before?"

"What?" Goodness, what a question to ask a girl, and in front of everybody no less. How does a girl answer a question like that! Saying she did sounded slutty, or at least only a slut would come right out and say during a class that she liked jerking guys off. But, saying no would make her seem like some rigid prude. She opted for neither answer. "Well, I don't know, I mean..."

"You've never handled a boy's penis before?"

Patty's face flushed with embarrassment. She probably should have said 'yes' or perhaps even 'no.' She now seemed to be in an even deeper hole. She quietly replied, "Well, not like a lot or anything." She figured that would suggest that she was experienced but not excessively so.

However, for many of the girls in the class, as well as for some of the boys, it sounded like she was not terribly experienced at all. 'Not a lot' seemed like a way of saying very little without losing too much face.

Patty could hear the giggling in the background.

Miss Harding felt that perhaps she was asking too much of the inexperienced girl. "Would you like some help, Patty? Perhaps some instruction?" A good teacher doesn't just stand there and let a student helplessly flounder a class assignment.

Like Alan, Patty was becoming quite entangled in her web of deceit. "Oh no, Miss Harding, I'm fine." She pulled Roger by the dick closer to her, and away from the teacher. She reassured Miss Harding, "I can do it on my own," and began to stroke Roger more assertively.

Roger quickly responded, in part to just the fact that his cock was being stroked by an apparently rather innocent girl. There is something really quite pleasing in providing the first one she holds. Well, maybe it's not the first one, but she was clearly rather intimidated by it, and uncertain what to do. What had started out being terribly humiliating was now becoming rather intensely pleasurable, and it was evident that stroking a cock did not necessarily take a great deal of experience, as the girl quickly got the hang of it.

"Very good, Patty," Miss Harding intoned. It's always good for a teacher to reinforce good student behavior. "Yes, it does appear that our young Mr. Adams is quite pleased to be stroked by a girl."

The boys in the class were rather pleased as well to be witnessing the fact, and a few more penises began to swell. Alan was particularly pleased, as he now had a rather vivid, concrete inspiration for maintaining his erection.

Alfred wasn't so much pleased as he was transfixed. Alfred wore a purity ring, and had long vowed not to engage in any sex until he was married. This included masturbation. He avoided any sort of temptations, eschewing naughty magazines, books, movies, and even the wickedness of the internet. He installed software on his computer to block access to porn sites. It wasn't always entirely effective, and his eyes were at times shocked at what might suddenly appear. Of course, even everyday sites would include some form of titillation, particularly Fox News, which rather surprised him given their embracement of family values.

In any case, he was now witnessing, just a few feet away, a girl actually masturbating a young man, and he couldn't take his eyes away. Well, of course, he could, and he would, but they would just as quickly return, like persons passing a traffic accident. One feels guilty for looking but one repeatedly looks again and again.

Of course in this instance he was supposed to look. Miss Harding would probably be very upset with him for looking away. It was his duty and responsibility as a student to bear witness to a class exercise. How else was he to learn, to become a better student himself, if he refused to acknowledge, to fully appreciate, Miss Harding's instruction?

His penis quickly swelled to full erection as his eyes absorbed the sight of the girl stroking the young man's cock. It was his first sight of anything pornographic for so, so long, and it was simply enthralling. He so much missed his porno videos.

Miss Harding though had more important matters on her mind than the masturbation of Roger. She still had not in fact inspected any of the boys' underwear, albeit noticing that Roger had been wearing regulation briefs whereas Alan, of course, had not been. 

She called upon the girls in the class to help with the inspection. It was always important to involve as many of the students in the class as possible. Nobody really should ever be left out of a lesson. It was also important to get the girls experienced at inspecting boys' underwear. Many of them could be the teachers of tomorrow.

"Now, young ladies, take a look around at your classmates and see if you can detect any miscreant underpants."

The girls took to the assignment with evident enthusiasm. Miss Harding always had such creative class exercises. Their eyes scanned the room for any violations, each pair of tight white jockey briefs subjected to careful, close inspection.

Janice though quickly pointed out, "Tony's not wearing regulation underwear!"

Tony glared at Janice, although he knew it wasn't her fault. It was clearly his own. He knew the regulation. He just didn't think he would get caught. What boy really would think that he would get caught wearing the wrong underwear? But, there he was, in his American Eagle boxers, white with pink elephants. His girlfriend, Emily, had bought them for him. He didn't care much for them, but what is a guy to do when his girlfriend buys him underwear? He didn't understand why she found the elephants to be cute. In any case, he was going to meet up with her after classes today, and she had wanted him to wear them. That was a request a boyfriend would not deny.

"I'm not either, Miss Harding," Andy confessed. Perhaps it would go better for him if he confessed his violation. It wasn't like he was not going to get turned in by one of the girls anyway. He could see at least three girls who already had their hands raised, their eyes fixed on his boxers, ready to spill the beans.

Tammie though had kept her eyes trained largely on Paul's white briefs, standing right next to her, and the bulge evident within. It wasn't much of a bulge. He didn't have an erection, being more embarrassed by the whole experience than aroused. He in fact had kept his eyes off Patty and Roger, feeling that would be disrespectful of Tammie, a fact which Tammie noticed and for which she was quite pleased.

Tammie and Paul had been out on quite a number of dates. Nothing yet though had actually happened, at least when it came to sex. Well, that wasn't really true. There had been some holding of hands, and kissing, and hugging. But, they hadn't yet gone any farther. They were both rather shy and uncertain, despite lots of knowing, flirtatious, and hungry looks.

Tammie began to wonder if Paul was even interested in her, in that way.

Paul though was just too fearful to try anything, not wanting to offend Tammie, or give her the wrong impression about him, as if his real interest was just to get beneath her blouse or skirt.

Paul though finally looked over at Tammie, catching her looking at his underwear, and what they now barely hid. His face quickly reddened. He whispered, "I'm sorry, Tammie. There's nothing I can do about it."

"That's okay, Paul," Tammie reassured him, her eyes shifting to his, a sympathetic smile on her face, "at least you won't get into any trouble."

That was a good point. He didn't know what the punishment would be for not wearing regulation briefs, but given what had happened so far to Roger and Alan he sorely doubted he would have wanted Tammie to be a witness. He nodded in agreement, but he still felt pretty silly standing there, in his jockey briefs. This was not the way a guy wanted to present himself to his girlfriend, the first time she sees him with his pants down.

He lowered his head, and quietly acknowledged, "this is so embarrassing."

Tammie again tried to reassure him, and said very softly, so that only he could hear, "I think you look kind of cute."

Paul turned his eyes to her, and smiled sheepishly. He couldn't imagine that was really true, but it was nevertheless somewhat helpful to hear her say that. He glanced down at himself. He naturally had intended that the first time he disrobed for Tammie he would be wearing his most masculine boxers. Heck, he wore boxers every time he was on a date with her, just in case.

He hated this new Templeton regulation. He did like the college, but it was really tough. Albeit its high standards and discipline were precisely why he enrolled at Templeton. One does not become a better person by taking the easiest path in life.

He did sigh though, staring at his little bulge. If he had known today would include underwear inspection he might have slipped a sock in there.

"Alright then, Tony, Andy, remove your pants and come to the head of the class. Keep your undies on."

The boys knew they were in trouble, perhaps big trouble. With considerable trepidation they both slowly stepped out of their pants, the sound of giggling girls echoing in their ears.

Alan though finally experienced at least some relief. Throughout this time he had continued to masturbate himself, much to the annoyance of Stacy, sitting in front of him. Miss Harding stepped over to him, reached behind him, and removed the thermometer from his butt. Perhaps Alan's punishment, or more accurately, his nursing, was finally over.

Alan let go of his cock. It was nice to have that done.

Miss Harding studied the thermometer. "Mmmmmm, yes, well..." She looked even closer. "Yes, yes, it's fine. Perfectly normal."

Alan breathed a deep sigh of relief. At least he won't be getting an enema. He shouldn't have been too worried about that. It's not like Miss Harding would really do such a thing. No teacher would do something as bizarre as that to a student right in front of the class! Would she?

"But, of course," she added, "we still have the problem with your boxers." She pointed to the black and white striped boxers tangled around his ankles.

Alan had hoped that she wouldn't notice them, or perhaps with all the embarrassment he had already suffered she would let it pass. Apparently he was wrong. "Yes, ma'am," he softly acknowledged.

"Step out of them, Alan." She turned to Tony and Andy, who were hanging their pants on their chairs, the shoes tucked underneath. They had kept on their socks. School room tile floors can be pretty cold on bare feet. "You boys can join Alan here." She pointed to a spot beside the boy with the erection pointing out before him, like a pole upon which to hang the school flag.

The two young men eyed furtively Alan's erection, wondering if a similar fate might be in store for them or, even worse, that somehow they would have to interact with Alan's boner! Perhaps they would have to hang their boxers on his erection? The thought of that was at least enough to keep them from getting an erection themselves.

"Now, finally, girls, also please point out any boy in violation of the boner rule."

The boner rule was not an unambiguous New School regulation. Reviewers of Mr. Peters' scholarly manuscripts had suggested a number of times that there should be very specific and explicit guidelines as to the New School policy when it came to erections.

Clearly, erections in class should not be ignored. Foremost they are detrimental to learning. They bespoke quite concretely of a young man's difficulty maintaining attention on his lessons, as well as a fundamental lack of self-control. In addition, they are not only distracting to him but as well to all the girls who happened to notice them.

There was, of course, the fundamental New School rule that erections were to be displayed openly before the entire class. This was a well-established method of chastisement for the boys' self-indulgence. It might seem paradoxical to openly display an erection as a form of discipline for having developed one, as it would then become a major distraction for the entire class. However, the effectiveness of the approach was dialectical, precisely through the paradox. The open, focused attention was typically accompanied by a considerable degree of public shame, embarrassment, and at times even some ridicule. The boy would quickly think twice about letting that happen again, and would thereby develop better self-control.

However, what to do, if anything, with the erection was less clear. For example, if the erection was caused by a girl, through teasing, suggestive language, improper exposure of her own body or undergarments, then it only made sense that she would be obliged to take care of it; that is, to help the boy lose it. This would be the obvious prescription, for example, if his erection was in response to her own failure to wear regulation panties.

Of course, determining whether a girl was to blame for an erection can at times be difficult. It could require considerable professional judgment. Simply blaming a girl's large bust for causing a boner is unlikely to be fair, but if she was intentionally taking deep breaths while arching her back...well, that would be a different matter

How the girl resolves the problem for the boy could be done swiftly and discreetly, with a minimum of fuss. The girl might simply masturbate the boy into one of her handkerchiefs, and to speed things up a bit, she might want to provide him with some oral stimulation, and perhaps a peek at her brassiere or maybe even her panties. The boy is NOT expected to ejaculate on the girl, but accidents have at times happened. 

Girls who are deemed to have caused erections in a whole class of boys can be tricky. The teacher might let her deal with them all at once, which can become rather messy, or individually, but this can be very time-consuming. She might therefore assign a few other girls to help out. This is perhaps punishing the innocent, but the fact that life is not always perfectly fair is itself an important life lesson.

A girl in a class can invoke the Boner Rule if she happens to notice one during the class, but this does have its risks. A boy falsely accused can turn the table on the girl and require that she expose her panties, or perhaps even her cunnie, to the boy, as well as the entire class. If he then achieves an erection, she would naturally be required to resolve the problem for him.

If the boy did indeed have an erection and the teacher concluded that he had been touching himself or simply has a dirty mind, the boy is solely at fault, and must be duly punished.

Erections caused by the actions of a teacher though, through for instance the spanking of a girl or a thermometer stuck up a butt, can be even more of a gray area.

In any case, the girls quickly identified two young men: Jackson and Alfred. There were a few other boys who would have also been accurately accused, but the girls did not want to take any unnecessary chances of making a false accusation. There was no doubt though with respect to Jackson and Alfred.

"Okay then, Jackson, Alfred, step out of your pants and come up here to join the other boys."

Jackson closed his eyes and cursed himself. Why couldn't he exercise better self-control? He was always having trouble with this. He would quickly get erections at home whenever his older sister paraded around in her tight skimpy pajamas, clearly not wearing a brassiere beneath the top. He would surreptitiously play with himself as he ogled how they jiggled and wriggled with every little movement she made, even just reaching into the bowl for more popcorn. He eventually had to excuse himself, while he went back to his bedroom to take care of it.

The problem was even worse in gym class. Templeton was one of the few colleges that still required at least one gym class each year. "A healthy body yields a healthy mind," Coach Roberts would always say. Most of the girls wore gym shorts and t-shirts, but some would remain within their college uniform, providing quite a few peeks up their skirts as they played volleyball, did calisthenics, or, best of all, gymnastics. And, hiding an erection while wearing gym shorts was not an easy task, even with a tight jockey strap.




The Templeton Briefs



Well, one of Jackson's erections had finally been discovered. He was not surprised. He felt it was only a matter of time, but anticipating one's fate doesn't really soften the blow when it finally arrives. He began to step out of his pants to head to the front of the class.

Alfred, of course, generally had no problem with erections, having taken his vow of purity and faithfully avoiding any confrontation with an impure image, accidentally or otherwise. But, he could not in due conscience avoid the sight of Roger being masturbated by a pretty girl, and years of suppressed desire had now burst through his self-imposed dam. He was stricken with an erection that was so deep, so yearning, that he could no longer deny its passion. He knew full well that he deserved to be punished, and he quickly removed his shoes and pants.

Miss Harding then turned her long lost attention back to Roger. "And, of course, Roger, you come forward as well. I think Patty has made her point."

Roger was himself making quite a big point, and he wondered if he might in fact now claim that he was a homosexual, just to feel Patty stroke him a bit longer. He didn't feel too far from a happy ending, but so far dishonesty had not been working that well for any of the boys in the class. "Yes, ma'am," he glumly replied, and made his way further up the aisle to take his position in the front of the room.

Patty was herself disappointed to have the boy, and his erection, leave her behind. She was becoming rather fond of it. Yes, it had been embarrassing at first, but after a while, and with the attention shifting to others, there was perhaps something innately pleasing for a girl to fondle and stroke a young man's stiff cock. It was like some sort of genetic disposition kicks in once one's fingers are wrapped around it. Well, whatever the reason, she was feeling quite a bit of warmth within her own panties.

Once all six boys were lined up in front of the class Miss Harding considered her options. It was quite an array of strapping young men, two with evident erections within their briefs (Jackson and Alfred), two with erections fully exposed (Alan and Roger), and two in prohibited boxers (Tony and Andy). The possibilities were substantial, as was the responsibility. She couldn't imagine spanking all six boys herself, and that did then give her an idea.

"Girls, I will clearly need some help providing the necessary punishments. Which one of you would like to offer her assistance?"

A bevy of hands were quickly raised, with evident smiles of glee and delight on the young pretty faces. Girlishly high-pitched, earnest squeals of "Pick me!" "I'll do it!" "I want to!" swept through the class.

Well, apparently she had quite a few conscientious young ladies who wanted to make a contribution. Miss Harding was pleased to see that, but how to choose the most deserving young lady? On what basis should the choice be made?

She considered GPA, but perhaps the choice should be Amy, who had made it clear that her career aspiration was to be a teacher, just like Miss Harding. But then, she had an even better idea. "Girls, why don't you all stand up as well, and I will select my assistant."

Every girl jumped to her feet, anxious to be the chosen one. Well, actually, Tammie was not herself so eager. This could be a most embarrassing thing to do in front of Paul. Many of the other girls though continued to wave their hands high up in the air, trying to attract the teacher's attention.

The half-naked boys standing in the front of the room looked with annoyance, and trepidation, at the evident pleasure of their aspiring disciplinarians.

"Alright then, girls," Miss Harding suggested, "raise your skirts. The girl whose panties are most aligned with Templeton regulations should naturally be the one who will execute the boys' punishment."

A quiet "Oh," was about the only sound the girls made. They hadn't been expecting that, although Miss Harding's reasoning did make pretty good sense.

If she had not been convincing enough already, Miss Harding added, "And girls, I assume that each of you is in fact within the guidelines of the college. Frankly, your panties warrant as much inspection as the boys' briefs."

They couldn't argue with that, and so each girl, slowly and reluctantly, reached down for the hem of her skirt.

The boys watched with rapt attention, as well they should.

The girls could feel the eyes of the boys glued to them. Well, not really glued as their eyes were scanning around the room, trying to take in as many of the girls they could, becoming witness to the most fetching pantied bottoms.

Paul though dutifully lowered his eyes, not wanting to offend Tammie, or take advantage of her in any way, albeit he did steal a bit of a glance out of the corner of his eye as Tammie gradually raised her skirt. He couldn't ignore her entirely.

Tammie turned to him. "You can look, Paul," she whispered. "I guess it's only fair."

That was a good point, given that she had been able to see him in his briefs.

Paul looked over at her, and his eyes widened with profound interest. There she was: Tammie, his girlfriend, his innocent, virginal girlfriend, with her skirt raised, letting him see her panties for the very first time.

She looked simply adorable, actually stunning. Her thighs were so pale and soft, her bottom so round, her panties so pure and innocent. Is there a prettier pose for a girl to take than to be raising her skirt, showing off her undies? There probably was, but at the moment it was unknown to Paul.

He quickly looked away, in part because he didn't want to offend Tammie, but also because if he looked too long there was little chance he would not develop his own erection.

Tammie though was a little hurt, if not outright offended. She said quietly, "You'd rather see the other girls' panties?" No girl likes to be with her guy and have him ogle pretty girls who happened by, and she particularly wouldn't care for it when she was showing him her panties.

"What? Oh, um, no, no, that's not it at all," he urgently whispered back, his eyes returning to her panties that so tightly wrapped around her hips and curves. She really did have very, very cute white cotton panties. It would be difficult for Miss Harding not to pick them, but Paul wasn't so sure how he felt about that.

Many of the girls naturally hesitated when the hems of their skirts reached the crucial point. Miss Harding, however, was no less intolerant of their resistance as she had been of the boys. "All the way to your chins, young ladies. I need to see the entire panty."

So did the boys, so they felt, but they didn't say anything. They just silently agreed.

The girls whimpered, groaned, and otherwise silently complained, but they did as they were told. After seeing what happened to the boys who resisted, or who lied, they knew they had to comply, and each girl dutifully brought her skirt all the way to her chin.

It was quite the cornucopia of exposed panties. Admittedly, there wasn't an awful lot to them. All the girls did in fact appear to be in compliance. Each girl was wearing white cotton panties, which contrasted nicely with pretty red blushing faces.

But, there was still an impressive degree of variation within the constraints of the Templeton regulation.

Some girls had panties with white lace trim. Some girls had a bit of pink, for instance just a little bow, right over where her little feminine mound began its rise. A little bit of minor embellishment was considered acceptable, albeit beginning to flirt with a violation.

Some of the panties were hi-cut, some were hipsters, some were briefs. Bikini panties were clearly pushing the limit. The Templeton Board of Trustees were currently discussing whether bikini panties should in fact be allowed (a false rumor had it that this deliberation required some amount of modeling by coeds so that the Board of Trustees could fully appreciate the effect). Thongs were definitely not acceptable. That, of course, went without saying and needed no special regulation.

"Very, very good, girls; very good, indeed," Miss Harding exclaimed. Upon first inspection Miss Harding was quite proud of her girls. The boys, of course, had been a different story. Some boys just naturally pushed the boundaries, the limits, of college regulations. Girls were usually more respectful of authority and tradition. Miss Harding was very pleased to see that her girls were all in compliance. It's so satisfying for a teacher to be able to take pride in the accomplishments of her students.

None of the boys were actually disappointed to see no apparent violation. Well, possibly a few had been looking forward to the possibility of seeing some really sexy lacy or sheer undies, necessitating some form of appropriate punishment. So, it was a bit disappointing that nothing of that sort was going to happen. But, still, having all the girls in the class with their skirts raised all the way to their chins remained a very fetching sight. They were even treated with a bit of camel toe on a few of the girls, which they dutifully pointed out to one another, without drawing too much unwanted attention from Miss Harding. The distinct outline of a girl's cunt through her tight cotton panties is just so terribly sweet. It was like she was hiding it but showing it off at the same time.

The girls were not so pleased. Of course, they were naturally very happy and proud to all be in regulation. Once again, the girls triumphed over the boys. Still, few were particularly happy to have their skirts raised up so high, letting all of the boys get a good look at their panties. Many of them squirmed in self-consciousness and discomfort, and few cheeks were not blushing red.

One girl though was apparently oblivious to her licentious display of the outline of her cunnie lips, yet noticing that she seemed to be drawing an inordinate amount of the boys' attention. Her panties were regulation, and even lacked any special adornment or trim. Perhaps they were torn? She looked down and discovered the problem, her jaw dropping, her eyes widening with shock. "Oh my," she softly gasped, her face taking on an even deeper red sheen.

Miss Harding though wasn't finished. As she paraded up and down the aisles, carefully inspecting each pair of panties, she suggested, "Girls, drape your skirts over your forearms, so that both the back and front are raised."

It was unlikely that a panty violation would be apparent in the rear yet not the front, but Miss Harding had observed how girls today actually decorated their bottoms, emblazoning words across their tushies, clearly to draw boys' attention to their swaying derrieres. Of course, that was not allowed at Templeton, at least on campus. Miss Harding observed quite a different standard while shopping at the mall, where girls seemed to treat their bottoms like they were soft round billboards for their sexuality.

The boys fully appreciated the additional exposure, particularly those toward the back of the class, who had previously felt so neglected, not being able to see much of anything, other than the big grins on the boys in the front of the room, looking back over their shoulders.

The boys in the back now joined in the inspection. It was striking how the panties varied from this perspective as well. Some of them were quite loose and disheveled from behind, which was not particularly appealing. However, most were rather tight, and so very much appealing. It was so nice how they hugged the little round curves of the girls' bottoms. In some cases the lower curves of her derriere were in fact exposed, like little white crescent moons, peeking out from beneath the tight white cotton.

And, Miss Harding's hunch proved to be prescient. Terrie had a big pink Playboy bunny on the back of her panties.

Without a word of warning, as if one was really needed, Miss Harding pulled on the back waistband of her panties, stretching it well away from her bottom, giving a couple of boys to her left and right a little peek at her equally little white naked tush, and then let it snap sharply back into place.

"Miss Harding!" Terrie protested, albeit she was not in a position to do so. She had so hoped that she had gotten away with it, at least when only the front of her panties had been exposed, but she knew now she was in pretty big trouble.

Miss Harding took a deep breath. It would have been so nice to have had all of the girls in her class be in compliance and, for a moment there, she had thought that to be true. Well, there will always be disappointments in the life of a teacher. One has to take the good with the bad. "Terrie, I'm afraid that you will need to get yourself to the front of the class."

"Yes, ma'am," Terrie quietly replied, and stepped from her desk.

"Be sure to keep your skirt raised, young lady," Miss Harding reminded her, "front and back."

"Yes, ma'am," Terrie replied, and dutifully made her way to the front of the room, to join the half-naked boys, her own skirt raised up above her waist, showing Alan and the other boys the front of her panties, the rest of the class the back. She never felt more exposed, more humiliated. She vowed right then never to violate a college regulation ever again, another story of success for the New School method.

Many of the boys still at their seats averted their eyes, albeit not out of respect for Terrie. They just knew if they watched the cute little pink Playboy bunny sashaying to the front of the class they would be stricken with erections.

Fear of getting an erection though was not so much a problem for Alan, Roger, Alfred, or Jackson, as they had already been caught with their own. They smiled with delight, their eyes fixed on the little cunnie pouch so tightly outlined in the front of Terrie's panties. They wondered if she might have to pull her panties down. That would seem like the obvious punishment, and their penises swelled with hope and anticipation.

Alfred was in fact smitten. So many years of purity were now being washed away, or more like being flooded by a tidal wave of horny lust. He had not imagined that a girl's panties could be so enticing, so provocative, so fucking hot. But, yet, at the same time, he felt so terribly guilty, so ashamed. He should not have such impure thoughts, such licentious feelings. Yes, he was most definitely indeed a boy in need of a spanking, as well some sort of relief.

Tony and Andy were as concerned as the other boys were delighted. They were wearing only their boxers, which were not particularly effective in hiding erections. This was perhaps one point in time that Andy actually was relieved that his penis was relatively small. It would swell a bit without any real risk, or at least the same degree of swelling for Tony would likely be far worse.

Girls were indeed pointing and giggling at the growth that was beginning to appear within Tony's boxers.

Tammie's eyes were fixed on it. Her boyfriend Paul was avoiding the sight of the girls showing off their panties, but Tammie was not being similarly respectful. She was captivated by the sight of the two exposed erections, the two within briefs, and now even another one was developing within a pair of boxers. Her eyes occasionally shifted toward the crotch of Paul's briefs, wondering if he might be swelling up as well, and not being entirely sure whether she would like that or dislike that.

Terrie noticed Tony's bulging as well, but she was not giggling. She was scowling. Still, it wasn't nearly as bad as the fully naked and stout stiffies of Alan and Roger. She felt like some sort of perverse hooker at a bachelor's party, displaying herself to the groomsmen. She wondered how a woman could debase herself like that! Well, at least she wouldn't have to touch them or anything. She felt a cold shiver rush down her spine at such a thought.

Tony felt like such a childish pervert, letting girls giggle at him getting a hard-on in his boxers. This is not how a guy would want a girl to react to the sight of him getting stiff. He was reminded of when he was a kid and his older sister had a pajama party. He had tried to join in. Let's just say it didn't work out very well. At least his sister got into quite a bit of trouble with their mother.

"Look, look," Sandy whispered to her friend, Alice, sitting toward the front of the class. "I think Andy is getting hard too!"

"Where? Really? Where? I don't see anything..." Alice was having difficulty spotting the growth in Andy's boxers. "Oh yes," she finally acknowledged, a big grin spreading across her face. It was like she was seeing a little boy get a boner. She tried to whisper to Andy, so that Miss Harding wouldn't hear, "Little baby bunkins gotta big bad boner?"

Sandy burst out laughing.

"Girls, girls," Miss Harding scolded. She couldn't hear what Alice had been saying, but she was pretty sure it was nothing mature.

When Terrie arrived at the front of the class, Miss Harding instructed, "Bend over, Terrie and show everyone in the class why you're a bad girl. Really, why decorate your panties if you're not going to show them off."

"Oh Miss Harding," Terrie complained, but did naturally comply. She bent over from the waist; her skirt raised over her bottom, and stuck her bunny adorned tush out to the class.

"Make sure everyone gets a good look," Miss Harding admonished.

"Yes, Miss Harding," Terrie replied as she turned her bottom first to the right, and then to the left, making sure that every boy's eyes got to feast on the sight of her bottom.

Inevitable erections began to appear. In fact, now all of the boys in the front of the room had developed full erections. It wasn't that Terrie was showing her pantied bottom directly to them, but the fact that it was happening, and what they could see, was plenty stimulation enough, at least for a young man. There was something innately pleasing about a girl bent over, jutting her pantied bottom out. This was perhaps how the wives of one's primitive ancestors let their men know they were ready and willing.

Paul was keeping his eyes averted, but he was running out of places to look. If he looked to the left he would see the pantied bottoms of girls with skirts raised, if he looked to the front he would see Terrie showing off her panties, and if he looked to the right, well, that was the worst of all: Tammie with her skirt raised. He could feel the blood flowing into his penis. He tried shifting his attention to math problems.

Tammie was again annoyed that her boyfriend seemed to be looking all around the room at everyone but her. There was really only one thing a girl can do at a moment like that. She whispered, "Look, Paul," and turned her bottom to him, giving him a little wiggle with the skirt raised over her back, her tight little tush all snuggled in her clinging panties, the tender pouch of her cunnie so clearly evident as well.

It was too much for Paul and he quickly began to swell. He really couldn't stop it now.

Fortunately for them they were in the last row of chairs, far from Miss Harding, albeit she had no intention at this point in punishing a boy who got an erection, not when a girl had been instructed to actually entice them. "Well, Terrie," she said, "as you can see many of the boys do in fact appear to be enjoying your naughty panties. Does that make you happy?"

"Oh no, Miss Harding," Terrie exclaimed with exaggerated but quite sincere sincerity.

"Are you pleased and proud that you wore these panties?"

"Not at all, Miss Harding," she asserted, never feeling more in agreement with a teacher than she did right now. She most definitely wished that she wasn't wearing them.

"Well, perhaps then you should pull them down," Miss Harding suggested. 

Terrie's eyes grew wide. "Miss Harding?" Was she really serious? Well, given the presentation by the boys, of course she was, but what girl wouldn't still feel shocked and dismayed at such a suggestion.




The Templeton Briefs



Miss Harding reiterated, "If thy panties offend thee, then pull them down."

"But, Miss Harding, all of the class..." Her voice quieted. "All of the boys, will see, will see..." She did not wish to finish the sentence.

"Will see what, my dear?"

Cocks were swelling at the thought of what their owners might see, would indeed see.

Terrie whimpered with disconcertion, with so terribly flustered embarrassment, as she softly acknowledged, "They would see my, my..." Her voice lowered even further, wondering what she should in fact call it, out loud, in front of everyone, "my....pussy." She really couldn't bring herself to say 'vagina,' that just seemed so clinical and silly. But, pussy sounded so diminutive, perhaps even as well flirtatious. Her face flushed beet red.

"But, my dear," Miss Harding challenged, "Are you ashamed of your little...pussycat?"

Terrie rolled her eyes and squirmed her bunny bottom, still pointing back at the class. "Well, no, Miss Harding, but it's not right to have to show it, you know, to all the boys." Just having to speak of it out loud was difficult enough.

"Yes, well, I didn't hear any protest from you when Alan and Roger had to expose themselves."

That was a very fair point. Terrie had no answer to that. She glanced at their erections and then quickly looked away. Their naked stiff stoutness, thrusting out from their bodies with evident lust, had a very different meaning for her now. "Well, I guess I should have said something...l suppose."

"I think it's a little late for that now young lady. But, I do want to be fair. You should not be treated any differently." She turned her attention to the boys. "Andy, Tony, Jackson, and Alfred, you pull down your underpants as well, along with Terrie. That way she won't feel so alone and embarrassed."

Terrie dropped her head. That wasn't really going to help. It would only mean six naked erections poking in her direction, rather than just two. No, that wasn't going to help at all.

The four boys though were not themselves particularly pleased with the idea, especially Alfred. It was bad enough that he was having an erection. He felt just so perverse, and now he would even have to show it to everyone? Naked?

Andy had his own distinct concern. He was pretty sure that his would be the smallest of the group, a realization first discovered in gym class, when he had to be naked with other guys for the very first time. His penis was so, so small in comparison. It seemed like just a little peanut. He was mortified that someone would notice, that someone might point, laugh, and taunt.

Nobody ever did, at least not openly. That was at least something, but he did feel the eyes, the glances, the smirks, the whispers.

He had wondered at the time if perhaps all penises became the same size once they became erect, or at least a lot closer in size. It made little sense for some guys to have small erections. If Darwin was right then every guy should have a pretty big penis. What women were selecting mates because they had a small one? Why do the small ones survive evolution? He thought he might bring that up in biology, to show Miss Harding that she must be wrong about evolution, but he never did, perhaps because he didn't really want to hear the answer.

With considerable trepidation Andy looped his fingers into the waistband of his boxers. He had wondered for some time when he would finally be able to, or have to, show his penis to a girl. This was not how he expected it would be. Actually, it was more like he had long worried it would be. He had occasionally harbored the fantasy, in fact a nightmare that he would have to show a bunch of girls his erection with a group of other guys, and be the littlest one. It was such a terrible nightmare, and he was always so glad when he awoke, realizing that such an absurd event would never really occur. Well, so much for that.

He pulled his boxers past his hardening penis, and covered it with his left hand as he finished pulling down the boxers down with his right.

Alice would have none of that. "Miss Harding! Miss Harding!" Alice called out, waving her hand to get her teacher's attention. "Andy is covering himself up. He's not supposed to do that, is he?"

"No, no he is not, Alice. Thank you for pointing that out."

"You're welcome, Miss Harding," Alice responded, looking directly at Andy, a triumphant smile on her face.

Andy hadn't really hoped that he would be able to hide himself. It was just an instinctual reaction. In any case, he had clearly made matters worse by his defensive reaction, as most of the girls were now looking at him, as he removed his hand, letting them all see his pathetic boner.

The room filled with giggles and titters. Even many of the boys had to smile; actually, probably more boys than girls were amused by it. He was clearly so very small. He did at least make all of the other boys feel better about themselves.

"Are you really hard?" Alice asked.

"Well, of course he is," Sandy said. "It's pointing straight up."

"Oh my goodness, Andy," Alice asked, sympathetically, sort of, "do girls even feel it?"

"Alice!" Miss Harding sternly exclaimed. "It's not Andy's fault that he has a small penis."

Andy appreciated Miss Harding intervening on his behalf, stopping Alice from any further denigration of his penis. However, he didn't particularly care for her public, authoritative judgment that it was indeed small.

"No, ma'am," Alice agreed, "it's not his fault at all that he is so teeny tiny." She could barely suppress a giggle. Sandy didn't even try. She openly laughed at Alice getting in another dig within her ostensive apology.

Miss Harding quickly made her way over to Alice. She was not happy. She was not happy at all. This was not very mature behavior on the part of her coed. "Frankly, Alice, I would think you would be more sympathetic."

"Ma'am?" Alice suddenly felt a shiver of anxiety. It was never good for Miss Harding to be standing next to your desk, a stern expression on her face.

"Well, I must say, it appears to me that your breasts are rather comparable to Andy's penis, at least with respect to their development."

"Miss Harding!" Alice complained, using both of her hands to cover the focus of her teacher's attention.

More giggling and laughter were heard sweeping across the class. Even her friend, Sandy, had a smile on her face. She had herself at times teased Alice about her so very little titties.

"Don't you think you owe the young man an apology?"

Alice nodded. An apology, anything, would be fine to get this conversation over with. "Oh yes, Andy, I do really want to apologize. That was very, very inconsiderate of me."

Miss Harding though felt it was not really enough. She apparently wasn't getting the point. "Were you just being inconsiderate, Alice, or were you also being rather bigoted and prejudicial?"

"What?" No, she most definitely wasn't getting the point.

"You know, Alice," Miss Harding explained, "I think it would be a wonderful gesture of empathy and reconciliation if you were to show Andy your little breasts. Let him see that a girl with, as you would say, teeny tiny titties, isn't ashamed of them, just as he should not be ashamed of his teeny tiny penis."

Alice's jaw dropped in shock. "Miss Harding! Are you serious?!"

It was never good to question Miss Harding in such an openly oppositional manner.

"I am most serious indeed, young lady. Get up from your desk, right now, and take off that blouse and brassiere!"

Alice glared at her friend, Sandy. Not so much for having smiled at her expense, but more so for having laughed so loud at her earlier joke. If Sandy had not laughed so loud she probably would never have gotten into trouble.

Sandy whispered, "Sorry," her smile now replaced with sympathetic concern for her friend, as well as worries that she might herself get caught up in the wake of Alice's troubles.

Alice's face became redder and redder as each button of her blouse was undone. She cursed herself for being such a smart mouth. But, it wasn't the first time that an ill-advised wisecrack had gotten her into trouble, albeit never before resulting in her having to undress in front of classmates. Sometimes life can be so unfair!

All the boys were enjoying this, and one in particular, Andy. His little pecker stiffened as hard as it possibly could. His penis might be small but he felt as excited as any boy with a really big one. For him it was not only erotic, but also sweet revenge. He pointed his stiffie directly at his classmate, now feeling rather proud of it.

Alice noticed Andy's smile and fiercely glared at him as she removed her arms from the sleeves of her blouse, letting him, and the rest of the class, see her brassiere.

That only made Andy feel even better. He reached down and began to stroke his little stiffy with his thumb and index finger.

The shoe was most definitely on a different foot. The boys in the front of the class grinned broadly. Alice undressing was in one regard not much to really see. There didn't even appear to be cups. It looked actually more like a training bra than a real girl's brassiere.

But for many of the boys, that was still pretty erotic, perhaps even more so, imagining it to in fact be a training bra. An eighteen year old girl still wearing a training bra was a rather amusing thought.

"The brassiere, as well," Miss Harding quietly instructed.

"Yes, ma'am," Alice softly replied, and reached back behind to unclasp the brassiere, thrusting her breasts out as much as she could, trying to provide them with some definition, some shape, some sense of prominence and pride.

Andy appreciated the gesture. He subtly thrust his hips forward as well, returning the gesture with his own proud penis.

Alice unclasped her brassiere and then slowly let each of the straps fall down her shoulders, one at a time, all the while keeping the 'cups' held against her chest. Her face felt so warm, her legs a little shaky.

Before she removed the brassiere from her chest, her breasts, she took one last look at Miss Harding. Perhaps this was enough? Her mother had once threatened to require that she come to dinner dressed only in her panties, as she had been refusing to wear a new dress that her mother had recently purchased. Her mother said that if she didn't want to wear it, then she certainly wouldn't have to. Alice had smiled with victory, but her expression turned to fright and horror when her mother explained that the alternative was no dress at all, not even her brassiere. She had been mortified to think that she would have to sit at the dinner table with her father, her older brother, and even her younger brother all being able to see her wearing only her panties. She actually wasn't sure in front of whom it would be most embarrassing to be so publicly displayed: her father? Goodness, no girl would want to have to show her daddy her titties. Perhaps her older brother, who by then had probably seen quite a few well formed breasts. Or maybe her younger brother, who was always teasing her, and trying to get peeks. Would her mother really make her do this? She quickly agreed to wear the dress. But, her mother said it was too late. She would still have to come to dinner dressed only in her white cotton panties, her titties all exposed. She pleaded and pleaded as she removed her blouse, her skirt, and then her brassiere. She had been so nervous that she felt like she had to pee.

But, her mother then just smiled, and said that she could put on the dress. She had apparently just been bluffing. Perhaps Miss Harding was also bluffing?

Miss Harding though was not. She titled her head, indicating that Alice was to continue.

The room went silent as Alice pulled her brassiere away from her chest, revealing to everyone's eyes, her little girlish titties.

Miss Harding was inadvertently blocking the view of most of the students in class, but not the boys standing in the front, who were very, very pleased. It doesn't really matter how small a girl's titties are. Any set of naked tits, especially in public, in real life, will give a boy an erection.

Terrie, who was looking back at Alice over her shoulder, was pleased as well, but in her case for the distraction. Nobody was apparently paying much attention to her bottom, at least so she thought, or hoped. And, perhaps Miss Harding might even forget about having to pull down her panties!

Andy loved them. They looked so cute. Yes, they were small. They were frankly tiny, barely discernible as breasts, but he felt that made them all the more adorable. Plus, Alice's nipples stood out so stiff, large, and pointy. Perhaps they looked particularly big as they were relative to the diminutive titties, but that hardly mattered. Andy did really like big nipples, and Alice's looked like they could poke out a guy's eye. His dick yearned to touch them, stretching out from his body like it wanted to escape.

Alice could feel the boys' eyes, and particularly Andy's, ogling her breasts. She felt such an impassioned, agonizing urge to cover them with her hands, but she knew full well that Miss Harding would only tell her to remove her hands, much as she had prompted her to do when Andy tried to hide his little penis. She glanced back down at it. It still wasn't any bigger, but it was certainly about as stiff as it could possibly be. This was just so terribly humiliating. Well, at least it couldn't really last much longer. She looked at Miss Harding to see if it was alright to put her brassiere back on.

Miss Harding, though, wasn't finished. "Andy, tell us, what do you think of Alice's breasts? Do you think they're too small?"

By the state of Andy's cock, his opinion was rather obvious, but he verbalized his judgment anyway. "I think they're great, Miss Harding. I think they're really very sexy."

It's always nice for a girl to hear a sincerely intended compliment, and it was not the case that Alice heard compliments about her breasts terribly often. What was there to compliment? Nevertheless, her face flushed with embarrassment at Andy's remark.

"There, you see, Alice," Miss Harding suggested. "Your breasts are about as small as they could be for a girl your age, yet Andy thinks they're wonderful. Isn't he a nice boy?"

"Yes, Miss Harding," Alice dutifully responded. She glanced around behind her. Most teachers would probably make Alice apologize to Andy in the privacy of her office, particularly if that apology involved letting him see and comment on her breasts. Sometimes Miss Harding could be so mean and unfair.

"Why don't you offer to let him feel them?"

Alice's eyes immediately turned back to Miss Harding. "What?!"

"Well, he is being such a nice boy, and he is so smitten with them. I think it's the least you could do to make up for treating him so poorly." She turned to the rest of the class. "What do you think, students? Wouldn't that be a nice gesture on Alice's part?"

"Oh yes!" "Definitely!" "Absolutely!" Pretty much all the boys agreed, even many of the girls. Sandy though didn't say a thing.

Alice appreciated that Sandy didn't agree, albeit it would have been even better if she had actually disagreed.

"Well, I think it's unanimous, Alice. We all feel that it would be a very nice gesture on your part to offer Andy the opportunity to feel them."

It clearly wasn't unanimous. Sandy considered pointing this out to Miss Harding, but knew it was best at this point to keep a low profile.

Paul hadn't said anything as well, glancing over at Tammie to see how she was reacting. Tammie appeared to be fascinated by it, her eyes fixed on all the naked penises, now literally six of them. They were all so very different and unique. They were large, small, thick, skinny, straight, or curved. She was surprised at the evident variation, albeit she knew she really shouldn't be. She glanced over at Paul's crotch, wondering how big he might be, how straight or thick it might be, but then nervously turned her face away when she noticed Paul looking at her. She whispered over to him, her eyes still averted, "Are you bigger than Andy?"

"What?" All boys wonder if girls are really interested in their size. Paul apparently had his answer, and he wasn't so sure he liked it. He was though most definitely bigger than Andy. So, the question wasn't really that intimidating. "Um, well...yeah," he whispered back, his heart racing, blood continuing to flow into his penis.

Tammie returned her eyes to Paul, or more accurately his crotch, her face flushing red at the sight of his growing bulge. "Oh my goodness, you do have a big one," she whispered.

It was a comment which made Paul swell even further.

It was fortunate for them that they were in the back row, with quite the show occurring at the front of the room.

"Take it out," Tammie whispered.

"What?!" Paul whispered back, a bit more loudly. 

"Nobody will see," Tammie suggested. That was indeed possible. If Paul turned to face Tammie then his back would be to most of the class, and his front would be hidden by the boy standing in front of him. Plus, there was so much going on in the front of the room that it was reasonably possible that nobody would even attempt to look at them.

Tammie did now really want to see it. Having been witness already to six other stout naked erections she was naturally very curious what her boyfriend's might look like. Plus, it was all rather innocent, being in class and everything. It wasn't like they were going to have sex or anything and, goodness, if it was okay for Alan, Roger, Jackson, Alfred, Andy, and Tony to expose themselves to her, why not Paul?

Paul knew that he was risking quite a bit doing such a thing. Not too many guys show their girlfriends their naked cock during a class, but this would be the first time, perhaps the only time for quite some time, and he most definitely didn't want to miss this window of opportunity. Who knows when she would ask to see it again. Most likely she would just shut down all interest once the class was over and she came to her senses.

Paul turned to face her, checking around to be sure that the focus of her attention would be out of sight of anyone else. He then reached into the flap of his briefs to grasp hold of his erection.

"Must I really?" Alice again asked Miss Harding.

"You're not showing much enthusiasm for doing the right thing, young lady," Miss Harding admonished her.

Alice felt there was a good reason for that quite accurate perception, but she knew it was best to keep that to herself. She grudgingly turned to Andy, stepped up to him, presenting her naked little tittles to him and asked, very softly, avoiding his eyes, "Andy, would you like to touch them?"

"Sure!" Andy quickly replied, not really noticing the lack of sincerity within her voice. He stepped forward, albeit a bit awkwardly with his boxers still around his ankles, getting close enough though that his knob touched and then pressed against Alice's abdomen as he reached for her boobies.

She grimaced at the initial contact, and then whimpered when she felt his grabby hands clutching at her breasts.

It wasn't really much to grab or clutch, but it was naked tit, and the first ones that Andy had ever felt. He never felt anything better in his life. He at first just squeezed and pawed, but then quickly settled into a more gently, considerate exploration and caressing. They just felt so, so nice.

The room was now filled with an awkward silence, with all eyes but those of Paul and Tammie, fixed on the interest and activity of Andy.

Alice closed her own eyes, and tried not to be cognizant of the fact that she was being felt up in front of the entire class.

It did not take too long for her to be able to block from her mind that people were watching her being fondled. She just concentrated on the sensations of Andy's young, innocent fingers exploring her breasts, occasionally providing a gentle, tentative squeeze, a tender, respectful hug, a sweet pinch of a nipple.