The assembly hall at St Dunstan's: The teachers are sat at desks ready to see the eager parents with their sullen offspring in tow. Mrs Abbot and her son Christopher are with his form tutor and biology teacher, the stern Miss Holten. Not exactly the brightest student, Christopher stands awkwardly worrying about what his teacher will say. He knows the school prides itself on its exam successes and if he doesn't buck his ideas up he'll be out on his ear. He just wants the whole experience to be over so he can go home and play video games.

"So Mrs Abbot," says Miss Holten wearily, "your son Christopher..."

Christopher looks down at her nervously. He knows he hasn't been doing well this year but so far has managed to hide it from his parents.

"I have to be honest, he's not been performing as well as we would expect here at St Dunstan's."

"His marks have been... disappointing. And I don't feel he's really been applying himself."

She looks up at him sharply and he withers under her gaze. He gets a sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought of what else she might say to his mother.

The maturing lad has increasingly found himself looking at girls in a different way and experiencing strange new feelings. He hopes desperately this behaviour hasn't been noticed by any of his teachers.

"Let's see what his other teachers have to say shall we?"

Mrs Abbot is concerned that her son's lack of ability might be seen as a reflection on her parenting methods. Perhaps she's been too lenient on him?

"Ah yes. Miss Plimm the art teacher has mentioned that he seems very distracted in her class and spends most of his time staring at pictures in the art books."

"Pictures of female nudes," she continues, a hard edge to her voice.

"She's given me some examples of his work." The woman hands over one of Christopher's drawings to his mother.

"As you can see, it is lamentable."

Mrs Abbot accepts the drawing and can see immediately that it is awful. Random squiggles and splodges on the paper that are unidentifiable.

"Oh Christopher," she says, clearly disappointed in her son, "surely you can do better than this?"

"I'm afraid not," interjects Miss Holten, handing her another example.

If anything, it's worse than the first one. "This just isn't what we expect of you young man. You'd better pull your socks up or we'll have to cut your pocket money."

He stands there forlornly, feeling his mother's shame. It's not his fault! He tries his best but all he can think about are the naked breasts of the women in the art books.

"And there are other issues," continues the teacher ominously, "he seems to spend too long in the toilets - his teachers are very concerned."

"Then there is the matter of frequent involuntary erections," she looks at him accusingly and he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

Mrs Abbot is saddened to hear that her beloved son is doing so badly. She knows she spoils him, but perhaps it's time to be a little firmer.

Christopher stands stock still, mortified to hear his teacher reveal his embarrassing erections to his mother. He wishes she would just shut up but it's clear she's not finished yet.

"Hmmm, then there's tissue problem."

"Some of the girls have complained about finding tissue paper containing sticky white fluid littering the bathrooms after Christopher has been in there." She doesn't even try to hide the disgust in her voice.

He shuts his eyes and tries to block out her words but he can't. Damn those sneaky girls telling tales on him!

"Unless we see some distinct signs of improvement in his grades, and a total halt to his inappropriate behaviour, we will have to think carefully about his future here."

"You've let us all down Christopher, me, your father - but most of all yourself. I'm ashamed of you." His mother's words hit hard and he has to fight back tears.

"What can we do Miss Holten? How can we make sure he improves?" She asks pleadingly.

"That's up to you. I suggest you consult Miss Sharp, the PE teacher next. I believe she has some thoughts on his physical flaws she'd like to share with you." With that she dismisses them both.

Mrs Abbot walks over to Miss Sharp at the next table and introduces herself.

Christopher reluctantly follows her, not liking the sound of Miss Holten's last words in particular.

Miss Holten barely has time to think before Lucy bursts into the hall with the next parent to see her.

Christopher looks round. He's noticed Lucy in class - she's very pretty. Almost immediately he feels a stirring in his groin.

"This is Mrs Towne and her son Joel," she introduces the newcomers.

"Good evening! Please take a seat," says Miss Holten brightly. Joel is an exemplary student and a pleasure to teach.

Christopher turns away suddenly. He hates Joel with a passion. Joel is always picking on him and laughing when he gets things wrong in class. He suddenly feels very exposed standing there while his mother witters on to the PE teacher.

Lucy has been given a very important responsibility - to operate the car park and usher the parents into the hall. She takes this job very seriously and is desperate to impress.

"Miss Holten, I just thought you should know, the car park is getting full."

"Yes thank you Lucy, you may go," she turns to Mrs Towne with a smile.

"So you see," continues Miss Sharp, "the problem is that Christopher is not big enough for his age."

Oh the humiliation! Christopher feels wretched with embarrassment at the way the teacher openly criticises him. He hopes Joel can't hear.

"He looks big enough to me!" Says Mrs Abbot defensively. "He must be almost five foot eight."

"I'm not talking about height," explains Miss Sharp, "I mean his overall build. His physique!" She looks him up and down.

"I don't understand?" Christopher's mother can't see what the problem is.

"He's just too skinny. He'd never make the school rugby team. He's not even strong enough to play soccer!"

"But I always make sure he eats his greens," protests Mrs Abbot.

"Look, I'll show you," she says impatiently and with that, Miss Sharp leaps up and grabs hold of Christopher's blazer.

"Mum!" Christopher calls out in alarm, "make her stop!"

"Now come along Christopher," his mother chides him, "you don't want to embarrass me in front of your little friend do you?" She nods towards Joel who looks on with interest.

The two women pull at his clothing whilst the young lad wriggles and tries to resist, pleading with them to stop.

But Mrs Abbot has had enough. Clearly she's let her son get away with too much and it's time to put her foot down. "Stop all this nonsense at once!"

He can see Joel grinning with glee out of the corner of his eye. Of all the people to witness his humiliation, it had to be Joel.

He tries desperately to hold on to his shirt but the two women are determined to get it off him and he realises he's fighting a losing battle.

Seconds later and his upper torso is exposed to the chilly air of the cavernous hall.

Miss Sharp tosses the garment aside while Christopher appeals to his mum to let him put it back on. But his pleas fall on deaf ears.

"As you can clearly see, his muscles haven't really developed as we would expect for a lad of his age." The woman grips his arm and twists it this way and that.

"Now you come to mention it, he does look a little thin," Mrs Abbot concurs. "But I try my best at sports mum. It's not my fault if I'm always the last to be picked for the team."

"He's just not a very impressive specimen," explains Miss Sharp, continuing to study his body.

"He's also very pale. I think he needs more fresh air and outdoor activities," she proclaims.

"Yes, I see what you mean." He feels crushed that his own mother is agreeing with everything the teacher is saying.

"And his pain threshold is unusually low," continues the PE teacher.

To demonstrate she reaches round and twists his nipple hard, the shooting pain making him cry out in shock.

His mother joins in, grabbing his other nipple and yanking it. "Please mum, no more."

"Now Christopher, you just do whatever this nice teacher says. Otherwise there'll be trouble."

Miss Sharp spins him around and bends him over the desk so she can get a look at his back. He feels utterly woebegone as the two women run their hands over his body and squeeze his muscles.

"See how flabby his gluteus maximus is," says the woman, encouraging his mother to have a good feel.

It feels horrible having his body evaluated in such an off-hand manner. And it's made all the worse by the presence of his arch enemy Joel. Why can't they just leave him alone and let him get dressed?

"And it's not just his upper body Mrs Abbot," explains Miss Sharp, "his lower body is just as weak. These trousers will have to come off!"

The words ring in his ears and his stomach turns over. Surely they're not going to take his trousers off? But before he can do anything the teacher pulls his hands aside and makes to grab his fly. Meanwhile his mother grasps the material of his trouser leg ready to pull them down. "NO!" He wails - this can't be happening!

Christopher is mortified when his PE teacher suggests that the cause of his problems is down to him not being big enough for his age. To be talked about in such an offhand manner in front of his mother and arch enemy Joel is thoroughly humiliating. He stands in the cold, drafty hall clutching desperately on to his trousers as his mother and Miss Sharp try to pull them down, wondering what they have in mind for him...

"Please mum, I promise I'll try harder at school," Christopher begs, desperate to stop them from removing his trousers.

"Now come on Christopher, stop being a nuisance. Let's get these trousers off se we can have a proper look," says his mother oblivious to the panic written across his face.

With a firm tug, Miss Sharp and Mrs Abbot wrench the trousers out of his grip and pull them down. Christopher gasps as his tight underpants are exposed.

He looks down helplessly as his mother slides his trousers all the way down so the two women can examine his lower body.

They waste no time in squeezing his leg muscles and feeling him all over. He closes his eyes again, trying to pretend it's not happening and his hands instinctively move to cover his crotch.

Mrs Towne looks over with interest at the scene and wonders what's going on.

"Who is that boy over there?" She asks her son Joel.

"Oh him. That's Christopher Abbot mother. The class idiot." Joel has little time for Christopher and takes every opportunity to taunt him.

Mrs Towne turns her attention back to the two women evaluating the semi-naked young man.

"He's just showing off mother - he does it all the time." But Mrs Towne can't help but wonder why Christopher seems to be getting so much attention.

"No don't be a silly Billy," says Mrs Abbot and slaps her son's hands away.

"How can we check you over if you stand like that?"

Christopher stands awkwardly feeling horribly on display. He doesn't know what to do with his hands and feels uncomfortable as the women continue to touch his exposed flesh.

"You see, the other lads in his class have much bigger thighs. He needs to be outside running around more and not spend so much time indoors," says Miss Sharp. He's distressed to hear his mother murmur in agreement.

Lucy bursts back into the room with an urgent message to deliver, full of her own self-importance.

She halts as she sees what's going on. 'Well, well, well!' She thinks to herself, 'Christopher Abbot in his underpants. I wonder what the idiot has done now?'

She marches over to the PE teacher. "Miss Sharp!" Christopher hangs his head, ashamed that the girl he fancies should see him in his underwear like this.

"Miss Russell the French teacher is stuck in traffic and can't make it." Miss Sharp sighs - as if she didn't have enough to deal with already.

Lucy looks at Christopher again and can't help but snigger. He looks so pathetic, shivering there in his pants while his mum and the PE teacher comment on his physique.

She stops for another look as she heads over to Miss Holten. She can't wait to tell all her friends about it - it'll be round the whole school before the day is out!

"Miss Holten, the car park is completely full. There's a queue of parents waiting outside." The older woman sighs. "OK, I suppose we'll have to hurry things along. Thank you Lucy."

"Keep an eye on my white Range Rover Evoque and make sure it's isn't touched by any of the riffraff." Demands Mrs Towne haughtily.

"Yes Ma'am," says Lucy, eager to please and hurries out.

"I'm terribly sorry, but we're going to have to cut our discussion short. Would you mind waiting at Miss Russell's desk so I can get on?" With a tut, Mrs Towne and Joel move over to the other desk.

Meanwhile the PE teacher is aware that with her colleague indisposed she can't afford to waste any more time on Christopher.

She bends down and grabs his clothes from the untidy heap on the floor. "I've told you what I think, now we'd better move on."

She shoves the clothes at Christopher and he grabs them gratefully, hoping he'll be able to put them on.

But before he can do anything his mother and the teacher push him back in the direction of Miss Holten. "Your biology teacher is next on the list," exclaims his mother and his heart sinks.

He stumbles forward, trying to pull his trousers back up as they head over to Miss Holten. He's already had a tongue-lashing from her and he's not looking forward to another.

Being the unwanted centre of attention with Joel and his mother openly staring at him, he tries surreptitiously to pull his trousers back up.

"Well, here we are again. Back to Christopher and his disgusting behaviour."

"Don't just stand there looking stupid boy! Here - give me those clothes." The fearsome woman jumps up and rips Christopher's clothes from his grip.

He looks forlornly as she puts them out of his reach. He feels all the more exposed for not having them and realises that he'll not be getting dressed any time soon.

Christopher looks at his mother silently pleading for her to intervene, but she totally ignores him and focuses intently on what Miss Holten has to say.

"So, as I mentioned before, there is the problem of Christopher developing unwanted erections in class. It's most disturbing for the female students."

Christopher can hear Joel snickering behind him. "I'm sorry, I don't really understand what you mean," says Mrs Abbot and the teacher looks at her incredulously.

"Unwanted erections Mrs Abbot. Your son is getting erections, in class, and they are unwanted."

"Let me show you," the woman reaches over and grabs Christopher by the wrist, pulling him towards her.

She reaches for the waistband of his underpants and grabs them.

"MUM!" Christopher shrieks in alarm. "Now stop showing me up young man. Do as the nice teacher wants."

He tries desperately to resist as Miss Holten tries to pull his pants down. "You see what we have to deal with," mutters Miss Sharp.

His hands scrabble to keep hold of the last piece of material but the woman is too strong and too determined to have them off him.

Moments later and he's stood covering his privates with his pants down by his ankles. He can't believe this is happening! His form teacher, PE teacher and mother are all there to witness his nudity. Not to mention Joel and his mum!

Miss Holten tries to pull his hands away but he keeps them firmly locked where they are - stubbornly trying to keep his penis and testicles hidden from view.

"Now don't make such a fuss. No one is interested in your willy!" Miss Holten says exasperatedly. Miss Sharp comes over to lend a hand.

She slaps his hands hard but still he won't release them. He'd do anything to keep the assembled audience from seeing his most intimate parts.

"Stop this nonsense at once!" Miss Holten also repeatedly slaps his hands to try and get him to let go.

She's intent on getting her own way regardless of any ideas this naughty young man might have.

Using her strength, Miss Sharp manages to release one of his hands and pulls it away. Christopher can't get out of her grip and starts to realise his resistance is useless against the two women.

He cries out in protest as between them Miss Holten and Miss Sharp reveal his dangling penis and testicles to the room.

At that moment Lucy returns with some news from her car park duties.

"Miss, I've done the best I can. I've closed the car park and told everyone to wait but they're getting restless." Christopher flinches upon hearing her voice. He closes his eyes tightly with shame. Why did she have to come in just as he was stripped totally naked?

Lucy looks around in amazement, realising that her classmate is in the buff with all his bits on display for all to see.

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do right now, I have to deal with this recalcitrant young man first," says Miss Holten as she struggles with the lad.

"What Christopher?" Enquires Lucy, "What's he done? He's always rubbing his penis through his trousers in the back of class."

"Oh he IS is he," she bellows out thunderously. Christopher starts to physically shake at the anger in her voice. Miss Holten has a fearsome reputation for discipline and he quakes at the thought of what she might do now his dirty little secret is out.

Now completely naked and surrounded by women and his classmate Joel, Christopher stands quivering as Lucy denounces him to his form tutor. He just couldn't help himself. Seeing the pretty girls in the class always causes him to get an erection. He thought nobody saw him as he furtively touched himself under the desk. But Lucy has now broadcast his shameful secret to his teachers as well as Joel's mum and his own mother!

"Please Miss, I didn't mean to," he begs pathetically, trying to avoid yet more public humiliation.

"I'm sorry Christopher but you leave me no option," says Miss Holten. His mother pulls his pants right down till they are around his ankles with his trousers.

He looks down feeling utterly wretched, the women either side of him keeping a firm grip on his arm in case he tries to make a run for it.

"Now, let's take a look shall we," Miss Holten makes a grab for his exposed penis.

She takes hold of it in her hand and Christopher whimpers in shame.

Joel looks on and grins at the sight of the dumb fool being groped by his teacher in front of them all. He can't wait to tell all his mates about it - they'll make Christopher's life a living hell!

"I'm sure the problem lies here," opines Miss Holten as she casually strokes the young lad's penis, "we just need to work out what's causing these involuntary erections."

"Then we can take appropriate action. Perhaps looser underpants and regular cold showers, or possibly the nurse could fit some sort of erection prevention device." All the while she is speaking her hand manipulates his privates causing Christopher to start to get aroused.

She squeezes his testicles - feeling them to see how full they are. From the size and weight of them she suspects he's already emptied them at least once today.

Christopher feels Lucy's hand on him and looks around. He's always had the hots for her and her very proximity to him adds to the tension. "I'm not sure," exclaims Miss Holten, "Miss Sharp, Lucy, perhaps you can check him over?"

Needing no encouragement, Lucy and the PE teacher eagerly grab his cock and balls, twisting and tugging them as they examine him carefully.

He looks at his penis poking out between their delicate fingers and takes a deep breath. It would be simply awful if he were to get hard in front of everyone!

Lucy regards his penis with interest. She's often seen him playing with himself, but the actual member itself was always hidden inside his trousers. It looks very strange to her.

Like all young lads it doesn't take much for Christopher to get an erection and he tries desperately to think of something else to stop himself from getting aroused.

"Please mum, make them stop," he pleads - but his mother simply tells him to stop fussing. Joel looks on in surprise at the scene unfolding before him. Fancy that idiot Christopher having his bits and pieces played with by three women!

It feels to Christopher like it's suddenly got very hot and stuffy in the school assembly hall. He can feel the telltale stirring in his groin that precedes one of his "funny turns."

Mrs Towne looks over curiously. That boy certainly seems to be getting a lot of attention from the teachers.

She leans over and in barely-hushed tones asks her son what's going on.

"Christopher is a dirty little pervert who touches himself in class. It's about time something was done about it."

"I'll not have him getting special treatment. I spend just as much on school fees as his parents do and he shouldn't be receiving any extra education," she says angrily.

Joel looks at her nervously. What exactly does she mean by that?

Christopher is trying desperately to avoid shaming himself further but the way Lucy is stroking his penis it's almost like she wants to get him hard!

Her hand glides up and down as though she were deliberately wanking him.

His heart races and he feels the blood surge to his cock.

Lucy can feel it thicken in her grip but continues to jerk it relentlessly.

"Miss," she says, "something strange has happened to Christopher's penis!" Miss Holten takes over so she can feel for herself.

"Hmmm," mutters the teacher, "I see what you mean."

Christopher's member is definitely a lot bigger now. It seems the boy has no control over himself at all.

Here he is, allowing himself to get aroused in front of everyone! Such appalling behaviour from a pupil at this prestigious school.

She continues to tug on his ever-expanding manhood as she considers what measures will be most appropriate to deal with this kind of selfish act.

Christopher is horrified to feel his penis become rock hard in Miss Holten's grip - in front of his mother and everyone else too. But the rhythmic motion of her hand excites him and he cannot stop himself, he feels himself getting close to orgasm.

"As you can see," explains Miss Holten to his mother, "your son gets an erection at the drop of a hat!" He wishes she would leave his penis alone.

"We must find a way to prevent this selfish behaviour before he upsets any more of the girls in his class." But she seems oblivious to the tremendous build up of pressure in Christopher's genitals.

"Mum," he interrupts urgently, "I think I'm going to..."

Before he can say another word his body rocks as he ejaculates and a thick jet of spunk shoots from the end of his penis.

Once it starts there's no stopping it.

He grunts loudly as the sensation takes over his whole body.

More and more of the sticky stuff flies out as his balls empty themselves.

It all happens so quickly that the others don't realise at first what is happening.

Big blobs of the fluid spray everywhere, spattering on the floor at his feet.

The women collectively gasp in shock and revulsion as they realise what Christopher has done.

But he can't contain himself as he continues to spray the floor with his semen. He almost cries with the shame of it.

His mother looks down, appalled to see some of his mess has gone on her shoe. Miss Holten lets go of his penis immediately.

"You disgusting, dirty little boy! How dare you release your filthy seed in front of us all like this!" She shakes the viscous liquid off her hands.

"Oh Christopher," moans his mother, "you've brought shame on the whole family." She covers her face, unable to bring herself to look at him. He can't help but sob at the thought of how he's just humiliated himself.

There is total silence in the room apart from Christopher's snivelling. Everyone is too shocked to speak. He can feel them all staring at him and he feels incredibly guilty.

"I don't expect this kind of behaviour from a St. Dunstan's student," Miss Holten spits out angrily, looking at the mess on the floor.

"He's always doing this sort of thing," says Lucy earnestly, "you should see the state of the toilet floor after Christopher's been in there!"

"Well I'm going to put a stop to your son's abhorrent ways once and for all," snarls Miss Holten.

"Christopher," she commands, "present your hand." She picks up a ruler from the desk. Blinking back the tears, Christopher looks at the hard object in her grasp. He realises he'll have to pay for his actions and gulps - this is going to hurt!

A pool of sticky sperm lies at Christopher's feet - evidence of his uncontrollable sexual urges. Worse still, it's all over Miss Holten's hands and some of it has even gone on his mother's shoes! The dejected lad knows he must be punished for such a heinous act and his heart sinks as he sees his form tutor reach for her ruler. If only he'd been able to rein in his base desires all this could have been avoided.

Christopher holds out his hand as instructed and braces himself. Miss Holten has a fearsome reputation for her beatings and he's not looking forward to being on the receiving end.

Miss Holten has a thick metal ruler she keeps for just such occasions and raises it high above Christopher's palm.

She brings it down against his upturned hand with all her might.

The sharp pain comes as a shock and Christopher cannot stop himself from screaming out loud.

"Hand back in place," orders the teacher and reluctantly he obeys , his whole body shaking.

She strikes him again full on the palm and the pain feels even more intense this time round.

He cries out, his hand throbbing where the metal ruler made contact.

Miss Holten takes his hand and inspects it. It's starting to go red but she judges it'll take several more blows before it's just the right shade that means he'll never forget his punishment.

She whacks the ruler against his hand yet again. For Christopher each strike is more painful than the last.

His discomfort is made all the worse by the crushing knowledge that his humiliation is being witnessed by his arch enemy Joel Towne who will no doubt be telling everyone all about it as soon as possible.

"It's time for the other hand," says Miss Holten, "Miss Sharp, would you mind doing the honours?"

She passes the ruler across to her colleague, happy that the PE teacher is very strong and capable of delivering a good hard beating.

Christopher closes his eyes thinking maybe it won't hurt so much but he can still hear the whistling noise as the metal object flies through the air.

"Aaaargh!" He shouts as his other hand starts to burn with pain. It seems so unfair that he's being punished like this - he can't help himself getting erections. It's all the girls' faults - wearing those tight tops and skimpy skirts!

'Ouch - I bet that hurts,' thinks Joel to himself. But that snivelling little idiot deserves it. He only wishes he were allowed to take photos so he could show his mates.

His mother watches dispassionately. For too long she's tolerated her son's bad behaviour - well no more. She's happy to go along with whatever Miss Holten says in order to ensure he can remain at St Dunstan's.

Lucy hasn't finished stirring and thinks up yet another way to publicly embarrass Christopher. She turns to Miss Holten. "Sorry to interrupt Miss, but..."

"There's a really funny smell in here..."

"I think it's Christopher! He often smells like this in class. I don't think he wipes himself properly after he's been to the toilet."

"Oh deary me," says the teacher wearily, "it seems we have another problem to contend with as well as his perverted behaviour."

"We shall have to teach Christopher the importance of anal hygiene." He looks dumbly at his form tutor wondering exactly what she means, his palms still smarting from the repeated blows.

Miss Holten stands up and Lucy begins clearing one of the desks. Christopher doesn't understand what's going on but is relieved that his chastisement seems to be over.

"On your back Christopher," barks Miss Holten impatiently. Miss Sharp grabs his elbow to hurry him along. He starts to worry again - whatever they have in mind clearly involves him remaining naked.

Before he can protest the two women shove him backwards onto a desk and hoist his legs into the air.

"What's happening?" He asks, unable to comprehend why everyone seems to be staring at his exposed anus. Miss Holten wastes no time in examining his sphincter, pulling his cheeks apart to get a good look.

She leans forward and takes a sniff of the aroma emanating from him.

"Yes, it's as I feared," she explains, "we'll have to check him internally to ensure proper cleanliness." Christopher panics and struggles to get away - but Lucy and Miss Sharp have a firm hold of his legs.

Without warning the teacher sticks one of her fingers into his unprotected backside.

The sensation is like nothing he's ever experienced before. He grits his teach as he feels himself being penetrated against his will.

"It's very important that Christopher learn the importance of keeping his anal cavity clean. If he won't take care of it himself then we must do it for him."

Christopher can feel her finger rummaging around inside his back passage and tries to pull away from it. But the stern woman is very experienced and simply presses harder.

Pain shoots up from the entrance to his anus as she continues to probe deeper and deeper. To Christopher his backside is his most private part. That it should be invaded like this is unbearable.

Joel watches what's going on. He wasn't expecting that to happen! How clever of Lucy to come up with such a cunning way to get Christopher debased.

"Sometimes one finger isn't enough to get the job done," continues Miss Holten.

"On this occasion two fingers will be more effective." So saying she presses a second finger into Christopher's resistant hole.

His agony intensifies as she drives both fingers further into his bottom.

"Ah yes, I can tell by his grunts that we're starting to get somewhere."

Christopher wails at the pain and humiliation of it all. He's horribly aware that every second of his degradation is being witnessed by everyone in the room.

"I think that given his earlier behaviour we're justified in going to three fingers." She plunges a third finger inside him and he feels his sphincter being stretched wide open.

He tries to resist her with all his might but he's unable to stop her from effectively fucking his arse with her fingers.

She rams them deep inside him and he feels like he's being split in two.

"I hope you're paying attention to this young man!" Exclaims Mrs Towne, "I won't have any son of mine being accused of not taking care of his anal hygiene."

Joel looks at his mother in shock, hoping she doesn't mean what he thinks she means.

"If Mrs Abbot has a go then she can learn how to do it herself at home," suggests Lucy helpfully and to Christopher's horror Miss Holten readily agrees. His mother is pleased to be able to make a contribution.

'This can't be happening!' He thinks to himself. But seconds later he can feel another finger brushing against the entrance to his anus.

Somehow the pain seems all the worse because it's his own mother causing it. As her finger slides into his loosened hole he lets out a guttural moan - unable to hold back.

"Oh stop being so silly Christopher," she admonishes and gets to work on his backside with two fingers.

"If you won't take proper care of yourself then I'll have to do it for you. That's what mothers are for."

Without giving him a chance to recover she penetrates him with three fingers as she saw the teacher do before. She's keen to show that she's no longer the overprotective mother who spoils her son.

"Yes! That's it - well done!" Encourages Miss Holten - pleased to see her being so assertive. It's just what Christopher needs - proper discipline to put a stop to his selfish urges.

"Now you know how to do it you'll be able to administer this procedure as often as is required." The thought that this humiliation might be repeated makes Christopher feel sick.

"Once or twice a day should do to begin with." His whole lower half is burning in agony and he simply cannot imagine how he'll cope if this is to be a regular occurrence.

"I'm sure with you taking care of his anal cleanliness and the teachers here punishing any unwanted erections or semen spillages we'll soon have Christopher under control."

Mrs Abbot is getting into her stride now and with her son's anus suitably loosened is able to plunge her fingers in and out with very little effort.

Christopher sees a future of pain and misery for himself but knows there is nothing at all he can do about it.

One thing is for sure, the events of today will be forever etched on his memory.

"Thank you Miss Holten, you've been most helpful. I shall follow your advice to the letter and make sure my son doesn't embarrass me like this again." Mrs Abbot is relieved to have something practical to do to help.

She pulls her fingers out leaving his hole gaping wide open. "It's my pleasure Mrs Abbot. There's nothing that pleases me more than seeing a mother so keen to help in her son's education."

Christopher looks down and realises that his days of being waited on hand and foot are over. But far worse is that very soon the entire school will know how he was anally penetrated by Miss Holten and his own mother!

Joel looks up and notices his mother concentrating intently on the conversation going on between Miss Holten and Christopher's mother. Much as he's enjoying watching the other lad suffer he has a distinctly worrying feeling that it's given his own mother ideas.

Parents' Evening: Mummy's Boy