Jim's 1st Day of Physical Education

"Alright, that's enough, you can all stop," John said after a few short minutes. The boys immediately stopped exercising. All of them were once again out of breath, and stood there trying to recover as quickly as possible. It was now my turn to take control of these boys again.

"OK, boys," I said to them. "That concludes the main exercise portion of today's class. Since we won't have to spend time on your orientation again, we'll have much more time tomorrow for a serious exercise period. But a word of warning to those of you that are already tired and out of breath. Tomorrow, you can expect the workout to be much more vigorous and obviously much longer. So I need all of you to come to class prepared to work hard. We don't play in this class - we work hard at getting our bodies in shape. Is that understood?" I scanned the flushed faces of the boys to see if I had their attention.

"The last thing that you will do today before heading back into the locker room is to run a few laps," I continued. There were a few audible moans of displeasure from the boys. "We will end each and every class period with some laps, so you might as well get used to that today. If we happen to be outside, you'll run laps around the track or around the school building. Since you're inside today, and obviously not dressed to go out, you'll run laps here in the gym." A few of the boys snickered at my comment. "Laps are always run shirtless. That's a moot point today, but during a normal class you'll all remove your T-shirt before running laps. Going shirtless allows us to see how you boys are shaping up, and it's also more comfortable for you on hot days." I waited to see if there was any reaction from the boys - there wasn't any, which wasn't really surprising. An hour ago, if I told this same group of boys that they'd have to run laps shirtless, some of them would have complained and had a fit. But compared to their current situation, going shirtless was no big deal to them. My orientation was already working to tear down their inhibitions. And we would certainly do more of that when it was time for their first group shower.

"Since you're all barefoot today, we won't have you run that many laps," I continued. "And we'll also let you run a bit slower than you normally would. I wouldn't want anyone to slip and get hurt. You'll run counter-clockwise around the perimeter of the gym. And as you can see, we have some equipment at that end of the gym under the basketball goal, just some balls and such. I want everyone to stay out of that area. Everyone ready?" I looked at the boys and saw that many of them were still trying to catch their breath. Nevertheless, it was time for them to run laps. "Alright then, Jake, you start by leading your row, and then each row will follow in turn."

We watched as row upon row followed each other along the right side of the gym, creating a short train of boys. In some of my larger classes, the line would be almost continuous, wrapping all the way around the perimeter of the gym. But in this small class, the boys were all running together as one group that circled the gym. John, Sarah and I all moved to the center of the gym and used our vantage point to watch the boys as they ran. They weren't running very fast, with Jake, the first boy in line, setting what I thought was a reasonable pace considering that they were all barefoot. And it was certainly an interesting sight watching them run in just their jockstraps. Each time the train of boys turned and ran away from us, we were treated to a view of their bare asses. Then when they rounded the corner and ran toward us on the other side of the gym, we saw the front pouch of their jocks bounce up and down with each stride. In no time at all they had completed several laps around the gym. And this final bit of exercise seemed to be taking its toll on the boys. Those that weren't already sweating now were, and the others that were already glistening with sweat were now wet with visible drops. The front of every jock was now wet and tightly clinging to their young bodies as they ran.

After another lap, one of the boys decided to jump up and reach for the bottom of the basketball net at the far side of the gym. I thought it was Jim Johnson, and I looked at my class roster to verify that it was. This was the area where some of the equipment was stored and the very area that I specifically told them to avoid. As the boys circled the gym and approached that area again, all of us watched closely to see if he would do it again. Sure enough, the same boy jumped up and did it again. A second or two later, one of the boys behind him decided to kick a basketball that was laying on the floor just beyond the goal. I immediately blew my whistle - this disobedience had to stop now. The boys immediately stopped running.

"You and you," I shouted as I pointed to the two boys. "Get over here right now. The rest of you can continue running, now!" The two boys approached us in the middle of the gym while the others resumed running laps.

"Name?" I said to the first boy.

"Jim Johnson," he replied.

"And your name?" I said to the second boy.

"Tim Meyers."

"No more games! Continue running at the back of the line," I ordered as I made note of their names in my roster. The two immediately turned and joined the other boys running laps. I looked at my watch to see exactly how much time we had left in this class period. I had to make sure that any change in plans still left enough time for their first group shower, since that was an important part of their orientation.

{*Part Ten: Discipline*}

"Go ahead and fetch your paddle," I said to John. "If we cut their laps short, we should have enough time to deal with this little discipline problem."

"Alright, just the paddle or do you want the bench too," John replied.

"I was thinking of just the paddle," I replied to John, "but now that you mention it, you might as well get the bench out too. These boys didn't really do anything so bad that they deserve it, but as long as we're taking the time to discipline them, let's do it right and give them all something to remember. Let's make an example of these two boys and show everyone what's in store if they break the rules."

"That was my thinking exactly," replied John. "I'll be right back." John immediately left and headed toward our office. I blew my whistle again to get the boys attention.

"Line up, boys," I shouted, "I want you in the same four lines as before." The boys immediately stopped running laps and slowly began to walk toward the center of the gym. "Hurry up, we haven't got all day," I shouted. Upon hearing this the boys quickened their pace. "Stand with your feet apart and hands behind your back, just like before."

"Have you ever seen how we discipline the boys in P.E.?" I said to Sarah who was standing next to me.

"No, never," she replied, "but I've heard a few stories."

"Well, it looks like you'll finally get to witness this yourself," I said to her with a smile. She smiled back at me, as if she knew that she was about to witness something that very few of the other teachers or administrators have ever witnessed. Sure, just about everyone knew that I ran a very strict P.E. class, and that included discipline to keep the boys in line where it was appropriate. But I rarely invited other adults to actually witness it. I didn't want to risk another teacher or administrator taking issue with my methods. And I liked to keep some of my class procedures shrouded in mystery.

Just as the boys got back into their lines, John reentered the gym. He was using both hands to carry the paddling bench with his wooden paddle carefully balanced on top of it. He positioned the bench directly in front of the boys and then walked a few feet to where Sarah and I were standing. I immediately held out my hand signaling for him to give me the paddle, which he did with a smile. The bench itself was fairly simple and was custom made by a friend of mine years ago, right after I took over the boy's physical education classes. It looked like a typical wooden saw horse, with two open frames that form the two sides. Each side of the frame stood on two legs and was connected to a solid wooden beam at the top. In total, the bench was about three feet wide and stood about three feet tall. What made this bench special is that I added thick leather padding to the top of the bench, and affixed adjustable Velcro fasteners to the bottom of all four legs. This allowed me to fully restrain any boy who was about to receive a proper paddling. Their bare ass would always be prominently displayed for their punishment and I wouldn't have to ever worry about their hands and feet getting in the way. I didn't use this bench for every infraction of the class rules. More often than not, I would just have the boy bend over and grab his ankles to receive a few swats. I usually reserved this bench for those times when a more severe punishment was warranted. But in this case, I would happily use it to drive home the need for strict obedience to my rules. If that meant that these two boys received a more severe punishment than they deserved, well, that was just their bad luck to have broken my rules on the very first day of class.

"Alright, boys," I said to them. "In a few minutes you'll all be going back into the locker room. But before we do that, we have some extra business to attend to. "I need Jim Johnson and Tim Meyers up here right now, on the double!" The two boys jogged up to the front of the class. "Stand next to this bench and face the class, feet apart and hands behind your head." Both boys looked very nervous, knowing that they had broken the rules and were about to be punished. As they walked past the bench, they both took a slow lingering look at it. Perhaps they were starting to get a picture of exactly how their punishment would be administered.

"As you're all aware, these two boys decided that they'd rather play games instead of run laps as you were all instructed to do. I want to make it clear once again that Mr. Moore and I will not stand for disobedience in our class. I don't care if you agree with our instructions or not, you will all follow them, down to the last detail without any hesitation. If not, you will be punished. Is that absolutely clear?"

"Yes, Miss Evans," the boys answered in unison.

"We have several ways that we administer punishment in my class, and most of them involve this wooden paddle." I held up the paddle for the boys to see. "Because of their disobedience today, these two boys have graciously volunteered to help me demonstrate this paddling bench." I paused to look over the crowd of boys and saw that some of them seemed to be smiling or even laughing. They either thought my comment was funny or they were simply glad that they weren't the one being punished. In either case, it didn't really matter to me what they thought. The important thing was that I had their undivided attention.

"Tim, I'll start with you," I said to him. "Step over to this side of the bench, facing away from the class and spread your feet apart. They need to be even with the legs of the bench." Tim walked to the bench and briefly paused in front of it before reluctantly parting his legs. Once he did so, John bent down to first secure his right ankle using the Velcro strap, then his left. "Now lean forward, resting the weight of your body on the top pad. Let your arms drop down in front of you on the other side." As the entire class watched, Tim bent over the bench letting his arms drop to the other side. Once he was in place, John secured his wrists using the second pair of Velcro straps.

"Jim, I want you to turn and face the bench and watch this." Whenever I was about to discipline more than one boy, I always had the other boys watch while they were waiting their turn. Having a boy watch someone else receive their punishment and then anticipate what will soon happen to them is a powerful motivational tool.

"Now, boys," I said to them, "Let me explain something to you." Tim was now in position and ready. But I wanted to leave him in this humiliating position for a bit longer. I was going to take my time. I've learned over the years that embarrassment and humiliation are just as effective motivators as is pain. And this position was certainly embarrassing for Tim. He was still in just his jockstrap and was bent over the bench at his waist. His legs were spread about three feet apart and fastened tightly to the bench, as were his wrists on the other side. He couldn't move if he wanted to. He was being compelled to openly display a very intimate part of his body to the other boys, and all he could do was anticipate the pain that was about to be inflicted on him - and hope that it would all be over soon. Yes, I enjoyed letting him wait in this position.

"Obviously Tim will be paddled on his bare skin because that's how you boys are dressed today," I continued. "But I want to make it clear that this is how paddling is always done in my class. It doesn't matter how you're dressed for class, paddling is always done in a jockstrap only! So if this were a normal class period, Tim and Jim would have to first remove their T-shirt and shorts before getting on the bench. Understood?" I pause again to make sure the boys were still paying attention. They were. I looked at Jim to see his reaction. Looking at his face he looked scared, knowing that Tim's fate soon awaited him. But looking down at his jock, I couldn't help notice that he seemed to be getting hard. His erection was quite obvious through the clingy material of his sweat-soaked jock. It wasn't that unusual for some boys to become aroused by a paddling - I've seen it before. But since I hadn't even begun to paddle Tim, just the anticipation of that event was enough to get Jim going. I then remembered that he also got hard during Sarah's genital exam. Perhaps Jim was just an unusually horny young man. Nevertheless, that wasn't my problem. He was going to take a group shower with the other boys in just a few minutes. If his cock didn't go down by then, it was up to him to explain it to the other boys.

"Tim, you'll get three swats for your disobedience today," I said as I approached the left side of the bench. "Here we go." With the wooden paddle held firmly in my right hand, I lined it up against the widest part of Tim's bare ass - bare except for the two rear straps of his jock. Without any hesitation, I pulled my arm back, just as a major league pitcher winds-up before his pitch. And then I swung, hitting Tim's ass with a loud crack that echoed in the tall ceiling of the gym. Tim let out a short but loud yell, telling me that the first swat was effective. I didn't believe in administering light swats just for the sake of giving them. If I was going to the trouble of paddling a boy, I wanted to make sure he remembered it. Therefore, all of my swats were firm and, I'm told, quite memorable.

Without a word, I wound up again and gave Tim his second swat, causing him to once again let out a loud "ow" sound. I now paused and looked at Jim to see his reaction. Now that he had seen what awaited him, his face was pale with anxiety and dread. But looking down at his jock, his erection was still visible. If anything, he had gotten even bigger. I turned to look at Sarah to see her reaction to the punishment. She had her arms crossed over her chest and had serious look on her face. But at the same time, a smile could be seen on the corners of her mouth. Our eyes briefly met and her smile widened, as did mine.

I turned my attention back to Tim and administered his third and final swat, with this one being just a bit harder and faster than the others. Backing away from the bench, I nodded to John, signaling that he could release Tim from the restraints. After his wrists and ankles were released, Tim stood up from the bench, with the red marks across his ass clearly visible to the entire class.

"Go stand next to Jim," I ordered. "Face the class, hands behind your head and feet apart." Then after a brief hesitation, I added one more order: "But remove your jockstrap first."

"What - remove it? Right now? Why?" Tim asked.

"Because it's part of your punishment, Tim," I answered. "Covering your private parts is a privilege, and you've lost that. Or would you prefer more swats?" We all now watched as Tim peeled off his wet jockstrap before spreading his feet apart. He held his jock in his hands as he raised them behind his head, his flaccid cock and loose balls now on display to the entire class. I don't normally require a boy to strip like that - usually the paddling is enough. But a little extra embarrassment will help these boys remember this lesson - and hopefully not want to repeat it. And it really wasn't planned. It was a split second decision that I just made. I wasn't really trying to punish Tim any further, my real target was Jim. Since he initiated the disobedience today, I knew that I wanted him to be punished more severely. And that included a bit of additional embarrassment after his paddling. By making Tim strip down, I gave Jim one more thing to anticipate during his punishment.

"Your turn, Jim," I said, "Step up to the bench and spread your feet apart." Jim solemnly walked to the bench and parted his legs. John immediately bent down to fasten the restraints onto Jim's ankles. "Bend over, let your arms fall over the other side," I said. Just as Tim did a few minutes ago, Jim bent over and rested the weight of his body on the padded bench. Once in place, John fastened the restraints to Jim's wrists. I looked down to see that his bare ass was now on display to the entire class. As I did with Tim, I now took my time with Jim, forcing him to remain in this embarrassing position much longer than necessary.

"Now, Jim," I said, "You were the first to disobey today, and I view you as the real instigator. I think Tim was just following your lead. And as such, you deserve a more severe punishment today. So you will receive five swats instead of the three that I gave Tim." As soon as I announced Jim's punishment, I heard a few gasps and some whispered conversation between the boys. They saw how hard I paddled Tim and knew that five similar swats would be very painful. I now moved to the other side of the bench so I could speak more quietly to Jim without the rest of the class hearing me. I wanted to take this opportunity to turn up the embarrassment factor and have a little fun at poor Jim's expense.

"So, Jim," I said to him quietly, "I noticed that you're hard again. Should I assume that you actually like the idea of getting spanked? Does that turn you on somehow?"

"No, Ma'am," Jim said quietly in reply.

"No? Then I'm guessing that you were thinking about getting in this position, and letting the rest of the class see you like this. You were looking for an excuse to bend over and show the other boys your ass hole. Is that what got you all excited, Jim?"

"No, Miss Evans."

"No? Well then the only other thing it could be is that you enjoyed seeing Tim bend over like this. Is that what got you all hot and bothered, Jim - seeing Tim's ass all opened up and on display?"

"No!"

"Were you thinking about mounting Tim right here while he was bent over? Did you want to pull down your jock and bury that hard cock of yours deep into Tim's tight little ass?"

"Um, no, Miss Evans, it's not like that at all."

"Are you thinking about that right now as you grind your cock firmly against this bench?"

"No, Miss Evans, no - I'm not like that. I just can't control it."

"Well, I'm not here to judge anyone, Jim. Whatever preference you have is your business. But don't worry, as long as you behave from now on, I won't say anything about this. It will be just our little secret."