Nothing to Show for your Lies

"Are you serious!?" She exclaims as she kneels down and grabs his little nub with her two fingers. "You have GOT to be kidding me! This is all you have to show!? Acting like some 'high and mighty' pervert, strutting his stuff, and THIS," she says while giving him a slight tug, "is what you've been flaunting about in my school? Unbelievable!" She sighs.

James always knew he was a bit on the shorter side, but he didn't think he was that small. He just chalked it up to unrealistic expectations from porn. But now hearing the cold hard truth from this woman holding his inch-worm, he realized that there was no room for error in expectation. He really had a hilarious micropeen. And James also realized that the cheerleaders from earlier can now show off his hilarious micropeen in the swimclub calendar!

"Well Mr. Hastings?"

"I'm sorry, what?" James snapped out of his daze.

"You're not even listening to me! The gall!" She shouts, wiggling his tiny penis. Oh God please no, James thought, as the sensation started coursing through his groin. "I asked you a question little man! If someone mugged you, then why didn't you run home to clothe yourself before coming to school instead of exposing... this?" she says as she wiggles it some more. Please stop! Not now!

"Uhh... because I was so close to the school! I needed to get to the lost-and-found quickly to find whatever sort of clothes they had! Honest!" He lied.

"Mmhm. And you felt the need to go to Mr. Smith's class beforehand as well? You do realize his room is on the opposite side of the campus, yes? Are you directionally challenged, Mr. Hastings?" She says with another tug. Nooooooo! James thought, as his one-inch peen started to grow in his principle's hand. She began to notice this new development. "I see. Looks like this is all the proof I needed, you lying little pervert!" She exclaims, with one last stroke. His penis finally grew to a proud two-and-a-half inches for her to bear witness to.

"Please ma'am, I swear, I can explain!" James blathered. "Okay, I didn't get mugged. I'm sorry! Truth is I forgot my clothes. That's the honest truth! I laid out my clothes, took a cold shower this morning, saw I was running late, and bolted out the door forgetting I hadn't even put them on yet! Then I walked to school..." as James tells his principle his story, he starts to realize just how many people have probably seen his tiny penis by now. "... and... walked past my neighbors... and a lot of students... and some cheerleaders who took some selfies with me for uhh... a calendar... and then Mr. Smith found me and... oh God!" James cried out. "And then your receptionist and the school reporter found me too and... I can't believe this..."

"Neither can I, Mr. Hastings." His principle says, now grinning. James can't determine whether she's sounding sympathetic or apathetic to his plight. "In fact, I don't believe you!" Apathetic it is. "So you mean to tell me you just waltzed in here, completely naked, and not one person pointed it out until you met up with Mr. Smith?" She recounted.

"But I swear ma'am! That's the truth! Please, you have to believe me!" James begged.

"No I do not! The only thing I have to do is punish you for violating dress code, and for lying to me, twice now!" She yelled. "If your story is true, then you must hate having your little peepee out on display for all to see. So we might as well make this easier on both of us and just keep you like this for the rest of the day!"

"WHAT!?"

"That's right! I'll let Mr. Smith know that you're on your way, naked as the day you were born, and that that will be your punishment for the day." She says.

"No wait! Please! Anything but this, ma'am!" He begs. But it's too late; she already grabs her phone:

"Mr. Smith? Hi, yea it's me. I have James here, standing in my office. Yep, completely naked, head to toe. He doesn't seem to want to tell me how or why he came to school without clothes, so I figured a just punishment would be to let him roam the halls the rest of the day as he is. Yes, I know it seems a little... unorthodox, but you've seen his... state, yes? He doesn't have... 'much to show for,' mind you." After that comment, James can hear some laughter in the background of the call. Or was that coming from somewhere else? James thought. "I think after today, plenty of his peers will remind him to wear clothes from now on. Yes, he will arrive shortly." She eyes James up and down for a moment. "Emphasis on 'shortly', hehe," She jokes. Again, more laughter from coming from somewhere...

The principle is about to put down the phone when she looks at it for a moment, and freezes, before chuckling to herself. "Oh dear! Apologies Mr. Hastings! Seems like I accidentally called Mr. Smith through the intercom instead of the phone!" She explains. James's heart drops; now the entire school knows his predicament (and heard her quips too)! "Welp! Best be off James!" She gets up and opens the door for him. "Have a good rest of your day, and try not to get yourself 'worked up' again," she says with a wink. James looks down and finds that (thankfully) he's no longer erect. Though this means that he's just barely reaching an inch again.

James steps outside of her office and hears her door slam shut behind him. Before he has time to cover up, the receptionist ahead looks right at him. "Hahaha! Wow! They weren't kidding, little boy! You really don't have anything to show, haha!" She laughs while pinching together her index finger and thumb. Oh God, James thinks to himself as he immediately covers himself. "Better run to it, tiny!"

James starts running, hands firmly on his groin.