Gym Class Troubles - Part 2 By: Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) Copyright January 23, 2000, August 14,2001 by Hooked 6. All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author (Hooked6@hotmail.com). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive in some localities. The author neither advocates nor condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. Gym Class Troubles - Part 2 BY: Hooked6 I sat there enduring the taunting glances from the Volleyball team when I suddenly heard a door slam and the sound of high-heeled shoes walking on the hardwood floors. The sound of the footsteps was so loud that everyone in the gym stopped what they were doing and turned to look. It was my mom. "No street shoes on the court, please," yelled Mrs. Patterson. My mom stopped and made an audible sigh of disgust as she bent down to take off her shoes. She carried them in her hand as she approached. She looked really mad! "I'm Andy's mom," she told the coach. "Where's that juvenile delinquent of mine?" she asked in an angry tone. The girls on the team just snickered a bit. Coach Patterson introduced herself and said, "I don't really know what went on this afternoon. He may have been up to some perverted activity or he may have just gotten caught up in some youthful hi-jinx with some of the other boys. I don't know him well enough to judge. All I know is that I found him naked in the gym just minutes before these girls were to start practice. He was rather 'excited' if you know what I mean. Anyway. No harm done. I want to thank you for coming down to pick him up." My mom didn't even respond to Mrs. Patterson. She just nodded her head in acknowledgement and approached me. She yanked me up from my seat by one arm and pointed her finger in my face. "Just WAIT until I get you home young man! Did you honestly think for one minute that these girls would be interested in ANYTHING you've got?" With that many of the girls began laughing out loud which caused the Coach to compel them to keep silent. My mom then continued her lecture, "Do you realize that your actions cost me several hours pay?" I stood there silently. "Well, DO YOU?!" She said again forcefully. I shook my head and then looked to the ground. I couldn't believe she was treating me like a kid in front of all these girls! She then pointed toward the door and commanded, "Get your sorry ass in the car, you little pervert!" As I walked away I felt her hand slap my butt for emphasis which made the entire team chuckle! I didn't care. I just wanted out of there! I struggled to keep myself covered with Tina's little T- shirt as we drove home. I kept shifting my position and looking down to be sure that there was no way she could see anything. The last thing I wanted was for my own mom to see my privates. Neither of us said a word. When we entered the house my little sister Carrie, who was 11, was watching TV as our neighbor, Mrs. Humphrey was reading a magazine. My mom thanked Mrs. Humphrey for coming over at the last minute to watch Carrie. By missing the bus I really caused a lot of grief. That was my job after school - to watch over my little sister until my mom got home. Of course my mom just HAD to tell our neighbor EVERYTHING that happened. I was so humiliated as she recounted my being discovered naked in the gym trying to spy on or flash the girls! Of course I was doing no such thing and I interrupted her to correct her story. I shouldn't have done that. "I've HAD IT with you, Buster," she yelled. "You're in big trouble. You can explain it all to your father when he gets home." I still wanted to state my case so I tried once more, "But MOM!" I insisted, "It didn't . . ." She pointed her finger at me and said, "Not another word! Just get yourself to your room!" I turned to leave when she said, "Oh, and give me that damn T-shirt your borrowed. I want to wash it when I do clothes this afternoon. I can't have you returning it after you've got it all nasty, can I?" What did she mean by got it all nasty? I was pissed off myself now. I said a rather sarcastic, "Yeah, yeah, whatever," and continued on to my room intending to give it to her after I got dressed. My tone must have really made her angrier. "Hold it right there, buster! You will NOT use that TONE with me, especially not in front of our guest," my mom lectured. "Now I told you to give me that shirt and that's EXACTLY what I want you to do. Do you HEAR ME?!" I was shocked. She wasn't serious! I turned toward her and said, "YOU'RE CARZY! I can't do that in front of everyone! DUH! I'm naked under here, remember!" I was beside myself. I had been humiliated, abused and mocked all afternoon and I was tired of it. My mom put her hands on her hips and squinted her eyes. She got that look that kind of scared me. She meant business. I looked at my little sister and she was intently watching all this to see what was going to happen. So was our neighbor. After standing there for a minute I realized that I was only making things worse for myself. I reached down and grabbed the ends of the shirt with both hands and yanked it off of me. Standing there naked as my sister and neighbor looked on, I quickly tossed the shirt at my mom accidentally hitting her in the face with it. I said, "There! Happy now? OK everyone, have a good look!" I then danced around in exaggerated motions hoping to embarrass my mom and make her realize what a stupid thing she had just made me do. My sister laughed hysterically. She didn't take it that way. She grabbed my arm and pushed me over the couch and started to slap my butt with her bare hand. She was SPANKING me! My little sister giggled as my neighbor watched. The force of her blows increased and soon it was really hurting. I begged for her to stop and said I was sorry over and over. It didn't seem to matter. She continued swatting my behind! Finally as I had tears silently running down my cheeks she told me to get up and get to my room! I never did get to tell my side of the story. I didn't care. Fortunately for me my dad never brought the subject up. Maybe he figured that mom had punished me enough. It was over and I was glad! Then Monday came! At school I cringed every time I saw a girl! I kept wondering whether she had heard about what had happened. Laughter by anyone at anytime caused my legs to get weak. I just assumed that they were laughing at me, whether they were really talking about me or not. After the first few classes went normally without anyone actually saying a word about the incident, I began to calm down. Then I saw Mrs. Patterson in the lunchroom! She smirked at me and said coyly, "Hello, ANDY!" My mind was filled with all sorts of terrible thoughts. A TEACHER had seen me NAKED! A TEACHER!! What was she thinking when she passed me in the lunchroom just now? Was she imagining me naked? Was she thinking about my little penis? I couldn't bear it and lost my appetite. I threw my lunch away and went outside. Gym class was after lunch on Monday's. I decided to go to the gym and dress out early to avoid any confrontation. Coach Thomas started the boys' class by having all us boys' assemble on the track. He told everyone he wanted us to run 8 laps (2 miles) while he took care of a few things in the office. He left Derrick in charge. Derrick of all people! He told Derrick that if we finished our laps before he returned that he was to have us do sit-ups, jumping jacks and other exercises until he came back. We started running. Coach watched for a lap or two and left. No sooner had he disappeared out of sight than Derrick and his buddies caught up with me and pulled me aside. "So Towel boy? Did you squeal on us?" Derrick asked as the others surrounded me. I shook my head no. "Good!" Cause if you had you would be dead meat by now. Did you like your little exposure in the gym?" Again I silently shook my head no and asked them to leave me alone. Derrick finally grabbed my shirt and said, "You had best remember whose in charge here. We are going to leave you with a little reminder so you'll realize that we can do anything to you we want and if you squeal you're dead. OK boys. Pants him!" I started to run but was caught. In an instant my elastic waistband shorts and underwear were yanked clean off of me. I was standing on the grass wearing only my gym shirt which barely concealed me. Derrick tossed my stuff to another boy who ran and threw it over the 10 foot fence that surrounded the field. Laughing, they all continued to run laps as I stood there. I couldn't climb over the fence to get my things! I didn't know what to do. Derrick then had all the boys stop running and announced that we were to line up in the infield for physical exercises. Reluctantly, I joined the group. He had us do some stretching first. I was a chore but I managed to keep myself covered. At least it was just us boys outside. The girls were still inside the gym. Then to my horror, out came the girls with Coach Patterson. She led them to the track as we continued stretching in the infield inside the track oval. She asked the girls to jog 3 laps as she sat on the bleachers a few yards away and did paperwork. At least she wasn't directly in front of us thank goodness. Then Derrick told us to stand up and start doing jumping jacks - you know, those exercises where you jump up and raise your arms over your head as you separate you legs out and then bring your arms back to your sides as you bring your legs back together. Back and forth over and over in a scissor-like motion. As I started my first jumping-jack I realized that every time I jumped up, my shirt rose high enough to expose my penis and balls to anyone who would happen to be looking! The girls were jogging around the track coming closer and closer to where we were. So they would run right past us. I was hoping that we would quit before they got to us. Derrick had other plans. We continued on. The first group of girls ran past intent on jogging and didn't seem to notice me. Then the second group did the same. Maybe I was going to be lucky after all I thought. The last group of girls ran past and then I saw one girl run close to another and whisper something in her ear as they ran. They both looked over in my direction! I had been spotted!! Word must have spread quickly because when they rounded the track for the second time, pretty much EVERY girl looked at me jumping up and down exposing myself briefly with each jump! I was mortified. These girls were all freshmen like me! My social life was over! No one made a fuss though. I guess they didn't want to alert their coach and put a premature end to their fun. After their three laps were done, Mrs. Patterson took the girls over to the softball field far away from us. Derrick had us do sit-ups and other routine things until coach finally came back. He had been gone for most of the class! He told us to take an early shower that we were done for the day! In the shower area Derrick made sure that I immediately stripped and everyone watched as I took my shower. Some of the boys made very insulting comments about my body while others just watched. They either were silently enjoying my humiliation or were too scared to do anything. One thing was certain, however. ALL the boys in my class now knew how undeveloped I was! After school I went back to the gym to give Tina back her T- shirt. She was all giggles as I handed it to her. Finally I could take it no more and a tear rolled down my cheek. Seeing it, her attitude seemed to change all at once and she became very empathetic. She put her arm around me and asked me what was wrong. I explained everything and I mean everything and I named names - especially singling out Derrick. When she heard his name she understood that I had been an innocent victim. "Listen," she said. "I like you and I think I know how we can teach that bully Derrick a lesson." Boy did that brighten my mood! "How?" I asked. She moved in closer and spoke very softly, "Everyone in the whole school knows what a loser Derrick is. My brother is a senior and on the football team. I am pretty sure I can convince him and a few of his football buddies to help us plan a little revenge that will keep Derrick from bothering you ever again. Are you up for it?" I gave her a hug and shook my head "yes" very enthusiastically! This was going to be great!!!