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 It was time for Max's detention.  Like all the boys faced with this
sentence of humiliation, he considered just not going.  Then he would think
of Miss Hartick.  He couldn't just not go.  Not if she might hear about it.
Just opening the door to Miss Devasquez's room was hard.  He cringed at the
first words spoken.  Miss Devasquez had a sunny smile.  "Here he is, ready
to pay the penance for his misbehavior."

   Max didn't say anything.  He just looked around helplessly.  At least
there were only three of them.  It was Miss Devasquez, Mindy and Shelly. 
When Mindy shut the door behind him, she locked it.  Hearing that sound, he
cringed again.  "Wh-what are you going to do?"

   "What are we going to do?" Miss Devasquez said.  "We're just going to
give you the opportunity to prove how much you respect us."

   "I, uh, I didn't mean any disrespect in the locker room.  It was just
hard to, you know, let all the girls look at me like that.  All I did was
put my hands over my, uh, my stuff."

   Mindy was her usual self this time.  She was giggly and happy since she
didn't have to be in command.  She looked him over greedily.  "But you kept
doing that.  You can't cover up when we get you naked.  You have to let us
look.  Just like you're going to let us look right now."

   "R-right now?" he said.  He knew this was going to happen, but he still
had hoped that this would be just a detention.

   "Mm-hm," Mindy said.  "We're going to see you naked!" She let out one of
her horrible squeals.  "Oh god, he's so cute!  He's got this whole sweet
and harmless look.  It's like he's too innocent to do this to."

   "But we are going to do it," Miss Devasquez said cheerfully.  "It's for
your own good, Max.  Miss Bridle and Miss Hartick both say so.  You need to
learn to be proud to cooperate with us.  You're not going to take your
clothes off though."

   "I'm not?"

   "No, we're going to take them off of you."

   "Oh no."

   He didn't just look afraid.  He looked heartbroken.  Miss Devasquez and
Mindy felt such a guilty thrill from that.  Shelly felt the same thrill,
but without any of the remorse.  She told him, "You can take off your own
shoes and socks though." Once he had done that, Mindy and Shelly came
close. They circled him like predators.  "Do you want his shirt or his
pants?" Shelly asked.

   He couldn't help it.  He started to beg for mercy.  "Please don't do
this!  I can't take it!  Please?"

   Mindy said, "I want his shirt."

   "Go for it," Shelly said.

   Max kept pleading for her to stop, but of course Mindy moved on to the
fun.  Max hated the sound of her heavy breathing and her high pitched
little pleasure sounds as she unfasted each button, one by one.  As she
slid his shirt down his arms, she muttered, "Oh yes, I like this." Tossing
his shirt aside, she moved away so that the others could take in the sight.
"Studly, isn't he?" Her hand wandered over his upper body a few moments.

   "Don't do that!" Max said.  He even had the gall to move away from her,
but that only put him right next to Shelly.

   "Hold on there, Max.  You're still half dressed.  We can't have that."

   "Oh, come on!  Miss Devasquez make her stop!"

   Of course Miss Devasquez just watched with a sexy smile as his belt was
unbuckled, and his pants were unfastened.  He was almost perfectly still as
Shelly slid them down.  She urged him to step out, and he was almost naked
already.  Mindy made a happy sound, and said, "Who gets to take off his
underwear?"

   "This time I get to," Miss Devasquez said.  "I never get to do that.  If
it's all right with you two, I mean?"

   Mindy and Shelly gave each other a look.  "Fine with us."

   Miss Devasquez moved on him.  He backed away slowly.  "No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no." Once his back was to a wall and he had no more room to
retreat, Miss Devasquez was on him.  She pulled down his last bit of cover
so slowly and tauntingly.  She was happy with the result.  "Now that is
nice.  Another nice looking penis for us.  Isn't that a handsome unit this
young man has?" As she stepped aside, Max was horror stricken to see Mindy
ready with a camera.  She clicked away, getting only one real full naked
shot before he had his hands over his goods.

   "Oh my god," Max said.  "Why are you doing this to me?"

   "Because you need to learn," Miss Devasquez said.  "You need to learn to
accept your place as a sexy naked athlete.  You need to learn to accept
that we can strip you naked whenever we choose.  And you need to learn to
show us the proper respect.  I know you've heard Miss Hartick say it to the
other boys.  Covering up like that is completely disrespectful." Even
though she couldn't get the smile off of her face, Miss Devasquez managed
to speak with a stern voice.  "I can't tell you how insulting it is for you
to demonstrate just how much more important you think your privacy than our
female urges.  Now move your hands."

   "But she'll take pictures!"

   "She will.  Move your hands.  We want to see that cock whether you like
it or not."

   Max stuttered incoherently.  He was filled to the brim with
embarrassment and shock.  He almost couldn't believe this was really
happening.  It was happening though.  He was really stark naked in front of
three women.  He was really going to have to bare his penis for their
camera.  He tried to move his hands, but he almost couldn't.  "Who else is
going to see my picture?"

   "Just us," Mindy said happily.  "Unless you don't do what we tell you
from now on."

   "Oh man!  You don't need that!  We have to do what you say anyway."

   "It's just a little extra insurance," Miss Devasquez said.  "Besides,
you're not doing what we say.  You've still got your hands in the way. 
It's adorable to see you protect yourself like that, but we're not going to
let you keep that modesty.  Move your hands."

   "I, I, I," Max breathed in what was almost a sigh of relief once he
moved his hands out of the way.  He felt his exposure, but the anticipation
had been almost worse.  That was what he thought for a moment.  Then the
full reality of his nakedness caught up with him.  All he could feel were
the three stares and the camera taking in every bit of his body.  He threw
his hands back over his dick.  He was told to move them, and he did. 
"You're terrible!  You're just taking advantage of us!"

   "What an ugly thing to say," Shelly said, "and here I've worked so hard
to be taken seriously as a journalist."

   Miss Devasquez crossed her arms accusingly.  "Apologize to Shelly right
now."

   "What?" Max said.  "Me apologize to her?" He could see that she meant
it. "Okay, all right.  I'm sorry, Shelly."

   "Now thank her."

   "Thank her!  For what!"

   "Just do it, Max."

   Max covered up again.  He couldn't help it.  A loud ahem from Shelly
made him move his hands yet again.  He stared up at the ceiling.  "Thank
you, Shelly for looking at my dick."

   The girls busted out laughing.  "Oh that was great!" "Say it again! 
Only this time thank us all for teaching you how to respect women!" "By
looking at your dick!"

   Max blushed furiously all of a sudden.  His embarrassment had been
horrible, but now it was complete and it showed on his face.  It also
showed on his dick as his erection finally began.  As he forced out his
words, his penis rose up little by little.  "Thank you all for teaching me
to respect women by looking at my dick." Max let out a loud groan of
discontent as his penis arrived at a high standing ovation of
embarrassment. He felt anger at his own body.  His own cock was informing
on his embarrassment in the most attention seeking way.  He asked quietly,
"Can I get dressed now?  I think I've learned my lesson."

   Mindy's voice was full of excitement.  "You think we'll let you put that
away now that it's standing up?"

   Max couldn't help it.  He did his best to cover up again.  Miss
Devasquez wasn't having that.  "Young man, that's what got you in trouble
to begin with.  You keep hiding what we want to see.  It looks like you
haven't learned your lesson.  When we strip a boy naked, we expect him to
let us enjoy the show.  Time to write some lines to make sure you don't
forget."

   "What?"

   Miss Devasquez pulled his hands away from his stiffy.  "You're going to
write a sentence on the board twenty times.  Over here." She grasped his
handle and urged him along.  Max felt like he could die from shame as he
was pulled along by his penis to the front of the classroom.  Miss
Devasquez gently ran her fingertips up and down the front of his wonderful
cock while she explained, "I want you to take that marker and write this
down.  Twenty times."

   Max took the marker.  "What am I writing?"

   "Write the words, "I'm a naughty boy and I deserve to be naked.""

   "Oh man."

   "Write it," Miss Devasquez said.

   "And say it!" Mindy added with a giggle.

   Max looked at them and he saw nothing but girlish lust.  He glanced at
Shelly as though she might show a little more mercy.  Of course she just
waved him on.  She only wished she had thought of this.  So Max started
writing as he mumbled the words, "I'm a naughty boy and I deserve to be
naked."

   "Nice butt," Shelly said, as she helped herself to a squeeze.

   "Hey!" Max turned, but he wished he hadn't now he saw that Mindy had her
camera ready to snap pictures of him writing his punishment sentence.  She
told him, "Keep going!" Mindy kept taking pictures of this humiliated naked
boy while he wrote.  He tried to ignore them as they complimented his body
and his butt.  After he wrote the line eight times, Mindy told him, "Turn
around so I get your dick in another picture.  Hold that marker up.  Oh you
look pathetic.  It's your own fault you know."

   "What did you do to get in trouble, Max?" Miss Devasquez said.

   He blushed again.  He almost covered up again but he stopped himself
just in time.  "I wouldn't let the girls see my penis."

   "You will from now on though, won't you?"

   "Yes, Miss Devasquez."

   "You'll even let them touch your penis if they want, right?"

   "I, uh, I don't, do I really have to do that?"

   In answer, Shelly strode right over to have herself a fondle of his
stiff standing sweetstick.  Max groaned at the touch, but he was spared
after just a few moments by a knock at the door.  Shelly hissed, "Get
dressed!  Fast!"

   "Just a moment," Miss Devasquez said.  She urged Max on, but he didn't
need it.  Whoever was out there, he didn't want them coming in until he was
ready.  Enough people had seen him undressed already.  After a fast change
back into his clothes, Miss Devasquez unlocked the door, ready to gripe at
whoever was silly enough to interrupt.  Her irritation changed fast.  This
person didn't need any introduction.  Miss Devasquez recognized her just
from the description.  "You're Miss Austin, from the school board."

   "That's right," she said, walking in with purpose, like she always did.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I need to speak with you.  Was this
important?"

   "Just a detention, but I think we have everything resolved."

   Shelly had Mindy had erased the board real fast, but there was no
disguising Max's dishevelment.  Miss Austin had a slight sneer.  "Shoes
untied, and buttons fastened up the wrong way?  What exactly was going on
in here?"

   Max was almost sweating.  "Can I go now, Miss Devasquez?"

   "That's a good idea," said the woman from the school board.  She told
Shelly and Mindy, "You two can leave as well."

   They weren't quite out of the room when they heard Miss Austin
explaining in her serious voice, "I think it's important that I talk to you
before I talk to Miss Bridle and Miss Hartick."

   Walking away outside, Mindy sighed.  "At least we got some more
pictures. Max's ass is almost as good as Greg's."