Special program for private candidates

Four words that from that moment until today, a month after they were spoken, remain etched in K-T's thoughts. And it couldn't be otherwise because the alliance between the his housewives and the principal has defined what his life will be like in the coming months.

The positive side is that he was not expelled and that the aforementioned program is valid for promotion if completed as per the contract, on which, obviously, K-T had no say. What he didn't expect, considering that the principal had gone out of her way to rid herself of the embarrassment and the problem that her alleged nudist syndrome was causing her, was to discover that the rector is an integral part of her private study program. At this moment, he is ringing the doorbell at the principal's house. He is wearing a t-shirt and a pair of strangely long pants. Crossbody, it carries a small backpack. He sighs a couple of times, then puts on a smile just before the door opens and the principal, dressed in a teacher's outfit with an austere suit and a buttoned-up white blouse, invites him to enter.

-While you get comfortable and open the books, I'll finish preparing the cookies. I promised you I would let you taste them, but only if you prove you have studied.

A normal boy, upon hearing the words "make yourself comfortable," would have taken off his jacket, hung it somewhere, and after sitting down, would have taken out the homework to show from his backpack. K-T, on the other hand, takes off his shirt, unbuttons his pants, and pulls them down. While doing it, he already lowers his underwear, which is a luxury they occasionally grant him. Carefully arrange the clothes and then sit his bare bottom on the chair. He shifts to avoid having his testicles crushed by the edge, and fortunately, his penis follows, resting between his legs. The principal returns and at the moment she sees only his bare torso, but she knows that apart from the shoes he is allowed to keep, he is completely exposed.

-Here they are - placing a tray in front of him.

K-T doesn't even try to reach out. He must earn them. The principal holds a long stick with a wooden tip between her fingers and pokes him on one side, going down to the visible part of his backside.

-Let's see if this time, instead of the lashes, you'll deserve the sweets.

K-T swallows. The special program for private students consists of allowing them to be naked while attending lessons with various teachers, and to encourage or rather nip their shortcomings in the bud, it includes the use of corporal punishment. This addition is due to when the principal, on the day she informed him about the program after having caught him ejaculating on a porn magazine, discovered the nature of the images. K-T was ashamed to admit that his penis had acted on its own upon seeing the girl severely punished in the photos. That's why the principal, with the support of the family and the psychologist who only K-T knows never existed but is an invention of the women in the house to embellish the thread of her compulsive exhibitionist disorder, added the punitive element. K-T has only been attending the lessons of the three teachers as a private student for a month, or rather, to put it like one of them, as a privanudist, but in none of these meetings have the whippings on his backside been lacking. And just imagine, given the principal's perplexed expression, they won't be absent even today. In fact, he is so sure he made red pen mistakes that he only asks.

-How many times this time?

-You didn't do as badly as your other teachers told me. You manage with twelve classics, but let's wait and see how you perform today. Twelve but also a couple of cookies. Are you happy?

He says and with her hand grabs his penis and squeezes it a bit.

-For now, you're not as happy as that time i surprised you at school, but i know you'll be soon.

K-T remains silent and knows that the principal, once an opponent of his nudity concerned about the school's image, has quickly become a fervent supporter of all kinds of humiliation, and K-T is absolutely sure that she doesn't do it because she thinks he likes it; she behaves this way because she has discovered her sadistic streak as a dominatrix over men, whom she now literally loves to hold by the testicles.

K-T and the principal get back to their books, and from that chair that pinches his butt with the wicker weave of the seat, the boy will only get up to put himself in a more uncomfortable and embarrassing position. In this, the principal immediately showed a certain creativity to get what he deserves. He can't do anything about it. Now it is until the end of the year where he will take a special “bare exam” that will serve as admission to the next one; he will be a private nudist student. How will things go from now until then? The answer is another story, this chapter of his life ends here and we close it like in those cartoons where a circle keeps tightening around the protagonist until it makes him disappear. In our case, instead of the face, let's imagine that in that in that space has K-T's butt with the writing.

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