The Truth is Revealed

After relieving himself in a quite pathetic and invigorating performance, John couldn’t feel prouder for murking up the courage to wank his little teenie weenie in front of the entire class of squealing girls. It was undoubtedly the most humiliating experience in his whole life, but he loved every second of it.

Ms. Robertson couldn’t believe her eyes and merely giggled at the little spectacle between John’s chubby legs. She needed a microscope to see it disappearing comfortably atop his tight, little balls, which were also atrociously invisible to where she was sitting.

To see her own student show his entire growth to a measly one-inch erection, release an unimpressive load, now deflating to the less-than-half-inch nublette she teased at the beginning. Except now, it was even smaller, which was unbearably ridiculous. How could that little thing be any smaller?

He really was shaped like a little boy, his incredibly tiny wiggly member and his spankable, bubble butt. She just wanted to spank his little behind for presenting himself more naturally than she ever wanted to see him.

Ms. Robertson held back laughter and glared at him, “I’m very disappointed in you. This was your punishment, and you took pleasure in it.”

John faked a shocked look on his face and shouted with drama, “That’s not true at all. I only did it because you made me. Do you think I liked masturbating my very small, tiny ding-a-ling in front of the whole class?”

John knew exactly the type of reaction he would receive by openly admitting his penis was really small. He acted like he had no idea about the horrifyingly tiny size of his little guy, but now, he wanted to make it clear how confident he was in his baby dick.

The class elicited even more uncontrollable laughter at his exposed shame and high-pitched giggles at his little innie. He looked down and saw it was practically inside him, and only his little, skinny head was present with an unobservable shaft.

Upon seeing how impossibly small it was, he almost couldn’t believe it himself. His face turned bright red like a tomato as he announced, “There’s nothing wrong with having a very small willy. I think I look — dare I say, cute!

The entire class kept laughing even more after John said that. He also stomped his feet, and they eagerly watched as his little button dick bounced around. With all the attention centered around his cute little boy cock, it began to twitch and harden, but no one noticed because his boner was freakishly inadequate and small.

Ms. Robertson couldn’t hold back anymore, “You are right; there is nothing wrong with having an extremely pathetic, skinny, tiny, little, useless, half-inch dicklette. Yes, you are very cute, and any girl will be luck— oh, who I am kidding, you’ve got the smallest penis I’ve ever seen. What are you going to do? Tickle them? Haha! Maybe this really is an all-girls school, after all.”

He stood with unshakable honor, held his hips with glory, while his baby boner stuck straight out and stated, “I am not a girl. I’m clearly a boy.”

Yet again, Ms. Robertson looked down at his little package, all tightly concealed as a baby weenie, “Not where it matters, I’m afraid. Sure, you aren’t a girl. It’s obvious you are proud to show off your insanely tiny wee-wee. It really doesn’t matter how damn tiny your little pecker is. This can’t go unpunished, little John.”