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It was Josh Howard's first day as the School Disciplinary Officer at
Redwood Secondary School and he was understandably nervous. He and five
others had spent the past several months training for the new
experimental SDO position. Each of the newly trained officers had then
been assigned to a specially selected school. Josh had six months to
prove himself. At the end of this time an independent assessment would
be made to see if there had been any improvement in the students'
behaviour and Josh's contract would be extended or terminated, depending
on the outcome of that assessment.
For some time now there had been concerns about the declining standard
of behaviour amongst students in schools. It had reached a stage where
teachers had no real powers of discipline left, and the students knew
it. Some of the students believed they could get away with just about
anything and they frequently put that belief to the test. Something had
to be done before schools descended into a state of complete anarchy. As
a possible remedy to this situation, someone came up with the idea of a
School Disciplinary Officer, an individual who would be fully trained to
administer appropriate punishments. This could be straightforward
physical punishment involving pain, or some form of humiliation, which
had been proved to be a particularly effective punishment for teenage
boys, or it could be a mixture of the two. It was Josh's job to put the
idea to the test. At the moment the scheme only involved boys of age
fifteen and upwards and was being tested in just six schools. Depending
on results, it would be extended to include all boys of secondary school
age and would eventually be applied in every school around the country.
There was already talk of setting up a similar scheme for unruly girls,
for which a female SDO would be employed.
Josh was twenty three years old, in good shape and generally considered
good looking, with short brown hair, brown eyes and an easy smile. He
had graduated from university with a good science degree, but no idea
about what sort of job he wanted. He'd applied for the SDO position more
as a joke than anything else, urged on by a couple of his friends, both
of whom had also applied. A job disciplining teenage boys; what a way to
earn a living! To Josh's amazement he made it through all the interviews
and almost before he knew what was happening he had been accepted for
the position and was starting an intensive training programme.
Now here he was, sitting behind his desk in his own specially equipped
office suite, feeling a little apprehensive and wondering what to
expect. It was the first day of a new term. That morning, all the boys
in the school who were aged fifteen and upwards, or who were due to turn
fifteen in the current school term, had been gathered together in the
school’s assembly hall and introduced to Josh. They had then been given
a brief talk by the Head Teacher on what they could now expect if they
stepped out of line. No real details of the punishments had been given,
only that they would be very uncomfortable and extremely humiliating.
There had been a fair amount of giggling and laughter amongst some of
the boys, who saw this as just another daft idea that would never be
enforced. Though some of the laughter had died down a little when the
Head Teacher had announced, rather dramatically, that for any boy over
fifteen, the SDO's word was now law.
There was a beep from the computer on Josh's desk. He turned on the
screen and brought up the newly arrived message. A boy called Michael
Meadows was on his way for punishment after being verbally abusive to a
teacher. It wasn't a serious crime, but the school now operated a zero
tolerance policy as regards unacceptable behaviour amongst boys in the
selected age group, and any breaking of the rules must be immediately
dealt with in a suitable fashion.
This would be the first real-life test for the system. Each teacher
carried a small handheld device, linked electronically to the school’s
main computer system. If any student misbehaved, the teacher could use
the device to summon two duty prefects, who were equipped with pagers
informing them where they were needed. The prefects would then accompany
the offender, restrained if necessary, to Josh's office. Meanwhile, the
teacher would use the device to send a very brief report to the computer
explaining the offence, and this report would then be immediately
forwarded to the terminal on Josh's desk to tell him that an arrival was
While he was waiting, Josh called up Michael's records. The boy was just
turned sixteen years old. He had a poor attendance record and his
academic record was poor to average. However, he had previously
represented the school in swimming, doing very well. This had been
brought to an abrupt end when, during a competition, he had got himself
into a fight with a boy from another school. It seemed that Michael had
a history of being verbally abusive, even sometimes threatening, towards
teachers, but had not so far crossed the line and resorted to physical
violence. The boy appeared to be a prime candidate was Josh's
Glancing up at the small CCTV screen attached to the wall in the corner,
Josh watched as Michael, accompanied by two prefects, entered the small
anteroom. This was really a sort of "holding area", the only furniture
being eight steel chairs spaced around the wall, bolted to both walls
and floor. Each chair was equipped with padded wrist cuffs which could
be used if a particularly difficult subject had to wait for any length
of time. The whole set-up had been specially designed to intimidate.
Josh pressed a button on his desk intercom. "Fetch him straight in,
boys," he said. He got up and opened the door to let them enter.
Michael walked sullenly into the room and the prefects followed, looking
even more nervous than the boy about to be punished.
"Do we need to stay, or should we go?" one of the older boys asked.
Josh considered for a moment. "I think you'd better stay, for now
anyway," he said, his eyes weighing up the sixteen year old. He had a
feeling that because Michael did not yet have any idea just how much
power the SDO had over him, the boy might attempt to be difficult. In
which case having the prefects standing by could prove useful. Also, the
older boys were sure to spread around the details of what they had seen,
which should hopefully put at least a small element of trepidation into
the minds of possible troublemakers once they knew what they might be in
"You're Michael Meadows?" Josh asked.
"Yeah," the boy nodded. There was a nervous tremor in his voice and it
was immediately obvious that his apparent uncaring, sulky attitude was
an act to cover up the fact that he was scared.
"Look at me, Michael," Josh demanded.
Michael raised his head. Scared he might be, but there was still a trace
of defiance in his eyes. He wasn't especially tall for his age, probably
about 5' 8'' with a slim build. He had centre parted, blonded hair, dark
at the roots, which hung down over his eyes, partially obscuring a pale
face that would have been cute if not for the forced sneer that twisted
the corners of his mouth.
Josh met the boy's stare. "Listen to me carefully," he said, keeping his
voice cool and steady. "While you are here, in this room, it's
completely up to me what happens to you. Since this is your first visit
here, if you follow instructions and do exactly as I say you'll get off
fairly lightly. On the other hand, if you try to make things difficult
then things can and will get much more unpleasant. Before we go any
further I want to show you something." The man turned the screen on his
desk around so that they could all see it and pressed a key to start a
short video clip.
Michael's eyes widened as he took in the image on the screen. It showed
a boy of around eighteen, naked, bent forwards over some sort of table,
his hands restrained in front of him. He screamed aloud as a wooden
paddle cracked down on his already bruised and battered arse cheeks. The
boy's voice could be clearly heard as he tearfully begged his assailant
to stop. As the paddle fell again the clip ended, cutting short another
scream of pain.
"You can't do that to me," said Michael, his face suddenly even paler
"Oh, but I can," said Josh. "At the moment I don't intend your
punishment on this visit to be anything like as harsh as that. But if
you don't follow my instructions you could very well find yourself in
the same position as the boy you've just been watching." From the corner
of his eye Josh watched the two prefects shuffle nervously from one foot
to the other. The video had been as much a revelation for them as it had
been for Michael. "You two can go now," he said, turning his attention
to them. "I'll page you if I need you."
Looking extremely relieved, the two older boys hurried out.
"Right, let’s get down to business." Josh turned back to the sixteen
year old. "Before we go any further, I want you to strip."
"Strip? You mean get undressed?" The teen's face registered complete
shock at the instruction.
"You heard me. Strip. You have exactly one minute. If you aren't
completely naked by then, your punishment level will go up a notch. Your
time starts now." Josh glanced down at his watch.
"Fuck that. There's no way you can make me get undressed. Why should I?"
"I assume you were there this morning when the Head Teacher explained
how things were going to be from now on," said Josh, calmly. "When you
are in my office I can do almost anything to you that I want. If you
won't get undressed voluntarily then I'll get the prefects back in here
and they can help you. Being naked is the basic punishment, which would
have been sufficient for you today. But your use of bad language means
that you've now earned yourself a little extra. If you aren't naked by
the time the minute is up, I'll be adding something else. You have less
than thirty seconds left."
For several seconds, Michael stood, undecided, looking at Josh as if
trying to work out whether the man was bluffing. Josh met the boy's gaze
with a cold, hard stare.
The teen reached a decision. Muttering something under his breath he
began frantically pulling off his clothes. Within seconds he was totally
naked, standing with his hands covering his privates, his eyes fixed
down on the floor and a scowl on his face. Discarded clothing lay
scattered around him.
Michael looked down at his watch. "You cut that close, almost exactly a
minute. It could have been a second or two over, but I'll give you the
benefit of the doubt. Unless, that is, you decide to give me any more
trouble, in which case I'll change my mind and increase your punishment
for taking too long. Pick up your clothes and put them on that table."
He indicated a small table behind the door.
Keeping his eyes downcast, and trying to keep his groin hidden, the boy
retrieved his clothes and placed them where he had been told before
turning back to face Josh.
"That's better," the man said. "Now, I want you to stand up straight
with your feet apart. Put your hands behind your head with your fingers
interlocked and your elbows out. Keep your head up and look directly at
His face reddening, Michael moved into the requested position. The part
that the boy seemed to find the hardest was raising his eyes to meet the
man's, something that he had had no problem with whilst fully dressed.
In fact, now that he was naked he suddenly appeared to have lost much of
the arrogance he'd possessed when he had first entered the room. This
was one of the reasons behind the enforced nudity which formed the basic
first level of punishment; being forced to strip and stand with his
naked body on display was enough to take the fight out of most teenage
boys. Though in truth Josh had been surprised at just how quickly
Michael had capitulated; the man had expected to have to work much
harder to get the boy out of his clothes, and would have placed odds on
having to call the prefects back. It would appear that this particular
teenager was not quite as tough as he would have people believe.
Josh took a moment to have a good look at the nude boy in front of him.
Michael had the typical slim, lightly muscled torso of a swimmer. Given
that underneath the blond colouring he was dark haired, he had very
little body hair. Apart from thin patches in his armpits and a small
bush at the base of his cock, he had only a very light dusting on his
arms and legs.
"Keep your eye's forwards," instructed Josh. Slowly he walked around the
teenager, looking at him from every angle. The boy had a small cute,
arse. As he passed it, Josh gave it a light slap.
"Argh! What are you doing?" Michael jumped and made as if to turn
around. His cry had been one of surprise rather than pain as the slap
had been far too light to hurt.
"Don't move," Josh snapped. "You don't move out of that position until I
tell you to do so. You don't speak unless I ask you a direct question.
Do you understand?"
"Yes," the boy replied, both looking and sounding frightened.
"Good." Josh had completed his circle and was once again facing
Michael's front. "During every punishment you receive from me you will
be naked. The level of punishment you receive will depend on what it is
that you have done, but each time you are sent to see me, things will
get gradually worse for you. The short video clip you saw showed one of
the more extreme punishments; I hope I never have to use it on you, but
I will use it if necessary. Many of the lesser punishments involve
various levels of humiliation, these are limited only by my imagination
and I can assure you that I have a very good imagination.
"As I said earlier, given what you did today, simple nudity would have
been sufficient punishment for a first offence. However, there's also
the small matter of the bad language you used when I ordered you to
strip. This means that further punishment is required." Josh stepped
closer and laid his fingertips on the boy's chest. He ran them lightly
across one of the smooth pecs before taking one of the teen's nipples
between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing lightly, just enough to
be a little uncomfortable.
Michael gave a soft gasp.
"Don't speak," Josh warned. "If you do, your punishment goes up another
notch." He released the boy's nipple and traced his finger's down
Michael's chest and onto his stomach, feeling a muscle twitch beneath
his fingertips. "You don't look like you're enjoying this," he said. "It
must be pretty embarrassing for you having to stand there while I touch
you anywhere I want." He lowered his hand still further until his
fingers brushed against Michael's soft, uncut cock.
The teen took an involuntary step backwards. He made a soft sound in the
back of his throat but managed to stop himself speaking. His eyes
contained a mixture of anger and pleading.
"Stand still!" Josh raised his voice. He took hold of the boy's cock and
used this as a handle to pull him back into his original position. "I
told you not to move. I know you don't like me touching you like this,
but that's too bad. Remember how it feels, because if you are sent to
see me again it will be even worse; possibly much worse." He slowly
began to squeeze and massage the soft organ in his hand. "Are you a
"That's none of your business." The boy's voice trembled as he spoke.
"If I ask you a question, you answer it." Josh gave the cock in his hand
a short tug.
"Argh! Don't please."
Josh ignored the fact that the boy had spoken when he shouldn't have and
repeated his question. "Are you a virgin?"
"Sort of. I dunno."
"What do you mean, you don't know? What sort of things have you done?"
"I've played around a bit with a girl, that's all. I had a feel of her,
she jerked me off. That's all."
"Did she make you shoot?"
"Yeah." The boy's face was flaming red. Though in spite of his intense
embarrassment, his cock was starting to harden under Josh's touch.
"Ever do anything with other boys?"
"No, never!" Michael answered, quickly.
"When was the last time you had a wank?"
Michael briefly screwed his eyes closed, probably wishing that this was
all over and that he was somewhere else. "Th...This morning," he
"Ever done it with someone watching?"
"Well you'd better behave yourself, or that might change," said Josh. "I
see from your file that you have a fourteen year old sister and a
thirteen year old brother. How would you feel if I made you jerk off in
front of them?"
"Please don't make me do that," Michael half sobbed.
"That's up to you. Stay out of trouble and you've nothing to worry
about." Josh released the boy's dick and stood back to admire his
handiwork. Michael's cock was now fully hard and stood pointing up at an
angle from his body. It twitched spasmodically a couple of times. Josh
allowed himself a tight smile. "I think you get the point," he said.
There were tears of helpless humiliation in boy's eyes. It confirmed
Josh's suspicions that the kid wasn't anything like as tough as he tried
to make out.
"Today's visit has been just a small taste of what is in store for you
if you are sent to me again," said Josh, his moving up from the boy's
dick to settle on his face. "I meant what I said about getting your
brother and sister in here to watch your punishment. Think how you would
feel if they could see you now and imagine how much worse it would feel
if you were forced to play with yourself in front of them. And there are
even worse things than that waiting for you." Josh paused and softened
his tone. "After today, you probably think that all I'm concerned about
is punishment. You'd be wrong. What I want most is to help you change
your behaviour and get you off the slippery slope that you're on that
could lead you into serious trouble. I don't believe you're a bad kid
really, not yet anyway. But the longer you continue in the direction you
are going, the harder it will be for you to change. Imagine how much
easier and nicer life would be if you weren't in trouble all the time,
and if you didn't always have teachers on your back. It could be like
that. I'd much rather help you turn yourself around than be punishing
you, but at the end of the day it's up to you.
"I want you to go away and think about what I've said and about what has
happened today. If you decide you want to make that change and you think
you might have trouble doing it on your own, for whatever reason, come
back and see me and we'll have a talk about it. I can either be your
friend or your worst nightmare; you can choose which. Have I made myself
"Yeah," said Michael, softly, with a nod of his head.
"Good." With a last look at the teen's now sagging erection, Josh
crossed to the pile of clothing and tossed the boy's shorts across to
him. "Cover yourself up, we're done for today."
As Michael dressed, Josh quickly typed some notes about the short
session into the boy's file. His gut instinct told him that Michael
could indeed be turned around, but he had a feeling that it would take a
little more work yet; there was still a hint of anger and defiance in
the boy's eyes.
"Remember what I've said, Michael. I hope you'll make the right
decision." Josh held open the door for the boy to leave before returning
to his desk. He was reasonably pleased with himself; his first session
as SDO seemed to have gone pretty well, even if it was a particularly
minor case. He rubbed his hands across the front of his pants where his
erection was straining to break free. Michael was quite a cutie.
continues in "Michael 2"
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