Back to class

John could feel his nub twitch with every step he took in the soft pink panties. Walking down the drafty school hallways to the principal’s office had made his little package shrink up even more into himself, his penis almost concave beneath the fabric.

John entered the office lobby and took a seat in one of the leather chairs. His tight buttcheeks contracting on the cold material. He made a slight yelp and the secretary looked up from her papers, eyeing him up an down over her glasses. From her position, it didn’t look like he had any clothes on. Just a soft hairless naked boy in front of her. The secretary piped up at John, “Young man, are you naked right now?”

John’s face became an even deeper shade of red than before. He answered her in a meek voice, “Ye-Yes ma’am.” And pulled one side of the waistband on his pink panties to show the secretary that he was indeed wearing something. She stifled a laugh and waved at him, “Fine, fine.” Another stifled giggle. She touched a button on the telephone at her desk. “Hello, Principal Strickland? John Doe is here to see you.” There was a pause. “Uh-huh, okay.” She said sprightly. “Ahem, Mr. Doe...”