S.P.H.

"What is that?" The scantily clad boy asked.

"It stands for S.M.O.L. P.E.E.N.: Hardball." The authoritative woman explained.

"Wh-WHAT?!" John flushed at the implication, not sure if he wanted it or not.

"Oh! I should explain. I have created a new program! The school board has given me a little money to enhance the educational experience for my students, and it just so happens that you fit the qualifications and criteria needed to be inducted into it! I call it the Scholarly Management Organization of Leadership or SMOL. You will be part of the PEEN division. That's the Program Evaluating Eventual Nuisances. Further, your job title will be that of Hardball. You'll get an official ID as well! Just need to get a photo..."

Without a warning, she took a photo of him, the flash blinding him for several seconds. He heard a machine whirring before he saw her produce the ID, showing the text SMOLL PEEN at the top in big letters, what was entered as his name must have been "Hard Ball", since it showed up as "B, Hard" with the school's logo under it on one side. And then his gaze shifted to the right of the ID, which had the photo. He gulped as he saw a perfect rendering of his tiny boner poking at the gossamer loin cloth, his tiny balls exposed. He just hoped he wouldn't have to show this to too many people.

"Now it's official! See, I want to play hardball with the more rowdy and rambunctious students. YOU are going to be my eyes and ears. My Canary in the Coal Mine, as it were. I will give you certain missions to complete during the week, and you will report back to me on your findings. Almost all of these missions will be orchestrated by me, but will need assistance from your fellow students as well as faculty and staff. To be sure they know who they're dealing with, you must show them your ID, otherwisethey will abort the mission. You will have to perform my tasks to the letter I instruct you. Failure to complete my tasks or to report on them to my satisfaction will make you subject to more...unorthodox punishments which include, but aren't limited to, loss of articles of clothing for extending periods of time, denying you orgasms, performing humiliating tasks at my discretion, being held back a year, and possibly expulsion if needed. Do I make myself clear?" The severe woman glared.

"Y-yes ma'am. I'll behave."

"Now, let's get you that uniform I mentioned..." She led him out of the room.