The Templeton Briefs

The other boys were all now stroking their cocks, as were a few who were still standing in their briefs. It was just too difficult at this point to resist touching oneself.

The girls in the class did occasionally shift their eyes from Alice to some of the boys, typically a boy that had previously attracted their own interest, their titties tingling at the thought of being fondled and caressed by him in particular. A few so much wanted to bring their hands to their breasts, to squeeze, fondle, and caress them as Alice's were being so affectionately caressed by Andy.

And, Alice would have to admit, if she was being honest, that his petting, his fondling, did eventually become, well, frankly, pleasant. She had not before had a boy appear to enjoy her breasts so much. It wasn't that none had seen or felt them before, but she normally felt that guys were rather disappointed by them, quickly shifting their hands to her butt or pussy, finding her breasts to be a disappointment. Andy was clearly different. His touch was indeed unmistakably sincere.

Her nipples stiffened even further, and that did not go unnoticed by Andy. "You really have big nipples, Alice," he whispered, hoping that only she would hear.

"Hush," she whispered back, her face reddening with the embarrassment of her arousal, which was now being felt within her panties, becoming so warm between her clenched thighs.

"You take hold of his penis too, Alice," Miss Harding instructed.

"Really?" Alice again responded with shock.

"Most definitely," Miss Harding replied. "Let's see if you feel that size is really that important."

Alice though was not at this point entirely adverse to the idea. It just felt only natural to be doing something with her hands while a guy was caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples. And, placing her hand on a hard penis was precisely what her hand wanted to do at a moment like this.

"Alice," Andy gasped as the feel of a girl's soft, tentative, feminine fingers making contact with his cock. He couldn't believe anything would feel better than Alice's titties in his hands, but the bar had now been raised. Most assuredly nothing could feel better than Alice's fingers wrapping around his dick. He wished he had been much more assertive with girls years ago. He had clearly been missing quite a bit. He vowed at this moment to change that about himself, although it was pretty easy for a guy to pledge to just about anything when a girl was handling his stiff dick.

Alice was herself surprised at how nice Andy's penis felt in her hand. It was indeed small, but it was very hard, and certainly had all the right parts. She looked down at it, and smiled. It did look pretty happy to have her playing with it. The knob was so shiny red. She squeezed it as Andy flickered one of her nipples.

Paul nervously extracted his cock from his briefs, not an easy task when it's fully erect and one has to keep it on the down low.

Tammie's eyes widened with surprise, delight, and perhaps most importantly, pride. "Oh my goodness," she quietly exclaimed, letting go of her skirt to place the tips of her fingers against her lips. "You really are very big."

"Well..." Paul modestly replied, although the effect of her flattery was rather evident by the big grin on his face, and the further swelling of his dick.

Tammie looked around, checking to see if anybody was noticing. Paul did appear to be quite safe. She returned her eyes to her boyfriend's stiffie and suggested, "Play with it."

"What?"

Tammie blushed, not really wanting to have to make such a request twice. "Play with it," she repeated, this time a bit more assertively.

Paul looked around and then replied, "I'm not going to do that! Not here, not right now."

Tammie gave him her best puppy dog look.

Paul could never resist that look. Plus, well, frankly, his cock really wanted somebody to play with him.

Still, it seemed rather embarrassing to play with oneself in front of one's girlfriend. However, clearly she couldn't reach across the aisle to play with it herself, assuming that she would even want to do that. He reached down for it and took it in his hand. He felt so, so childish and silly, stroking himself in front of Tammie, showing her how he masturbated.

Tammie's pussy was on fire, yet also exuding considerable moisture. Paul looked so sexy playing with himself, stroking it. Was this so terribly wrong? Perhaps it was. But they weren't actually having sex. They weren't even kissing, for goodness sake. She wondered if she might play with herself as well. Paul would probably like to see that. She looked around. It would be considerably more risky for her, for when she faced him she was also facing much of the class. The other students' eyes though were all fixed on what was going on at the front of the room.

The room was eerily quiet, as most every student was stunned by the sight of Andy and Alice fondling one another. It was a rather odd, disconcerting and, of course, spellbinding sight. Many of the girls by now had let their dresses back down, but as some of the boys were openly fondling their cocks through their briefs, a couple of the girls had fingers up their skirts.

Miss Harding suddenly realized that her own attention had been distracted for quite some time. There was still some important disciplining to do. She decided not to instruct Terrie again. She stepped up to her, slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties, and yanked them down, all the way to the floor.

"Miss Harding!" Terrie squealed in protest.

"You step out of these now, missy," she replied. "I will have to confiscate them." The college had collected quite a bit of contraband panties, much of which was on display on the Hall of Shame in the student center. Mr. Peters had suggested that the respective girl's name should appear beneath each one, but the administration felt that might be going too far. And, besides, there was usually a witness to the confiscation, and so word got around. If the gossip was in fact wrong, well, that made it all the more fun, speculating as to whose panties were on display.

"Yes, ma'am," Terrie replied, and gingerly lifted each foot so that her teacher could slip the panties off her ankles and feet.

Miss Harding got back up, slipped the girl's panties into her pocket, and stepped out of the way, so that she was not blocking the view of any of the students. "Now, again, you make sure everyone gets a good look."

"Ooooooooooh," Terrie complained, but did as she was told, turning her bottom first to the left, and then to the right, letting everyone get a real good look at her lovely little white round naked tush.

Miss Harding had to acknowledge, "You do have a very pretty bottom, Terrie."

"Miss Harding," Terrie again complained.

But, even the girls would have to admit it was true. It was just so perfectly round and pale, the skin so smooth, split by a delicious crack, and of most interest to every boy in class, an even more luscious crack beneath the bigger one, tucked safely between Terrie's lily white girlish thighs, but clearly being so terribly naughty in peeking out from its safe little den. There was even a hint of moisture on her delicate feminine slit, strong evidence that despite her protestations a part of Terrie was finding the experience rather exciting.

Nor was Miss Harding finished. There was also still the matter of the boys. "Alright then, Sandy," she instructed Terrie's friend, "Why don't you come up here to join us."

"Me!? What did I do?!" Her heart sank with panic. Would she have to take her clothes off too? She hadn't done anything. Well, actually, she had most definitely encouraged her friend to act up.

"Come now, Sandy, don't diddle dawdle. Time is short. Get your girlish bottom up here."

Sandy glanced at Alice, but she wasn't getting any sympathy from her. Alice was too busy enjoying Andy's fingers on her breasts, and the feel of his dick in her hand.

Miss Harding took Sandy's hand and led her to the blackboard, around and behind the boys. "Okay then, dear. Your panties were well within regulation. I believe you should have the honor of spanking the boys."

A big grin of relief, and delight, swept over Sandy's face. She wasn't going to have to undress. She wasn't going to be spanked. She wasn't even in any trouble at all. On the contrary, she would be doing the spanking! She giggled with excitement. She had never spanked a boy before. This was going to be so much fun!

The boys did not share Sandy's enthusiasm. They had been hoping that Miss Harding would become distracted. She certainly had been so far. Roger in particular felt that he had long since been forgotten, but apparently not.

"Alright then, boys," Miss Harding instructed, "bend over and present your bottoms to Sandy."

With Andy the clear exception, they did as their teacher instructed, feeling so very demeaned, like they were once again little kids, about to be spanked, and this time in front of all of their classmates, naked, with erections. They let go of their cocks and took the position, jutting their bottoms back at Sandy, and the professor. It really couldn't get worse than this.

But, then again, it could.

Miss Harding altered somewhat her stipulation. "In fact, boys, I think it would be best if each of you took hold of your penises and stroked them as Sandy and I administered the spanking. We do want you to enjoy this as much as you can."

Actually, jerking off in front of the class while being spanked would make it considerably less enjoyable, at least psychologically. Not too many guys will volunteer to do something like that.

"And," Miss Harding added, "to make sure you boys take this task seriously, any one of you who fails to bring himself to fruition will receive the enema I had been planning on giving to Alan."

"In fact," Miss Harding further added, as if that wasn't really enough incentive, "the last boy to ejaculate will receive an extra punishment."

No pressure there! All of the boys took firm grips on their cocks and were quickly getting to work, much to the amusement of the girls in the class. Many of them had never seen a boy masturbate before, and now they had five doing it at once!

Guys can come across as so tough and, well, manly, but now they just looked like little dirty horny boys who couldn't help but play with themselves, even when getting a spanking, sliding their fists up and down their boners like computer nerds who could never get a date. Well, maybe that was an unfair association, but they did at least look far from self-confident masculine men.

Miss Harding smiled. She felt they all looked so cute. She enjoyed watching young men jerk off. They just looked so young and needy, so desperate for sexual relief, and now she had five boys doing it all at once, all on display. The fact that they clearly found this exhibition to be demeaning made it all the more amusing.

"Alright, then, Sandy," she instructed, "let's provide these strapping, stroking, young men with some inspiration."

SMACK!

"Yikes!" squealed Alan, thrusting his crotch and cock forward, albeit still keeping a good grip on his dick.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Miss Harding!" Roger complained, getting a couple of sharp smacks on his butt.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Yeow!" Tony complained, as Sandy got a couple of whacks on his butt.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh yes!" Alfred exclaimed, feeling that he did indeed deserve a very, very hard spanking, having so many impure thoughts, and sporting such a big hard erection. He shook and wiggled his bottom, encouraging Miss Harding and Sandy to smack him even harder.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Miss Harding and Sandy moved up and down the row of naked butts, like they were some sort of strange and exotic set of bongo drums that they got to play. It was really good fun, watching the boys' bottoms squirm and dance as they began to turn a shade of pink, adding further to their humiliation. Boys should really never wear pink.

The sight was just as much fun for those watching, as the boys would skip and lurch with every smack, their faces grimacing with the spanking as well as their concentrated, urgent stroking. A boy's face does look kind of funny as he is masturbating. He never seemed to concentrate that hard at anything else he did.

Even Terrie was enjoying herself, distracted by the presence of boys jerking off just inches from her face, momentarily forgetting about the fact that she was displaying her own bottom and cunt to the rest of the class.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"I hope you young men have learned your lesson well," Miss Harding exclaimed as she administered a round of smacks down the aisle.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh yes, Miss Harding." "Definitely!" "I'll be good!" They all yipped out their promises and apologies, but it didn't really deter any further raining down of spanks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Sandy and Miss Harding had to occasionally switch hands, as one would eventually start to sting. The boys only respite was when the two of them were too busy with the other butts, but the ladies did keep a good eye out for any bottom that appeared to be neglected, guided primarily by the extent of reddish tinge.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Not fair!" Squealed Alfred, momentarily getting smacked by both women at the same time.

It was a really very surreal experience, for as they stroked their cocks they became more and more aroused, drawing more deeply into an intensely satisfying sexual heat, yet at the same time being treated in such a childish and denigrating manner.

The only boy being spared this degradation was Andy, who wasn't even paying much attention to it, being lost in the pleasure of fondling Alice's titties, pinching her nips, while his own cock continued to be caressed and stroked by her tender girlish fingers.

Alice was now herself rather intensely aroused. She whispered to Andy, "Suck on them, suck on my nipples."

She didn't really have to suggest twice. Andy quickly brought his lips to one of Alice's so very big, pointy nips, drawing the lengthy stiffness into his mouth, suckling on it like a baby would a teat, the sound of the spanking and the squealing boys ringing in his ears.

Alice used her other hand to playfully pat Andy's bare bottom as he did so. She asked, "Shall mummy spank your little bare baby bottom as you suckle on her tittie?"

It was kind of like her earlier question, about whether he was getting an erection, but this time having a much different tone and intention. Andy didn't reply. Instead, he boldly slipped a hand under her skirt to clasp her cunt through her panties, clutching, squeezing, and massaging her lips and clit with his fingers.

"Andy," Alice gasped, returning the gesture by taking one of his bum cheeks in her hand and squeezing it hard, as she more fervently stroked his dick with the other.

Paul could feel himself getting close to cumming. He was long passed worrying about getting caught. Everyone was clearly busy or intensely focused on the many wondrous sights at the front of the room, but he didn't imagine that he really should ejaculate in class, at least not without Miss Harding's permission. But, could he really ask for permission?

Of course, many of the other boys in the class were having the same thought as they pawed and played with their cocks through their briefs.

Some of the girls were appalled at the chaos within the room, so many boys openly playing with themselves, Alice jerking off another guy while he was clearly diddling her beneath her skirt. A few of the girls though considered joining in, reaching across an aisle for the boy next to her, but they didn't want to risk getting into trouble.

Tammie though decided to chance it, at least partially so, her eyes fixed on her boyfriend's swollen dick, the knob looking so fierce, so hot, like it was about to explode.

She raised her skirt in front of Paul and, while holding it up so that he could see the front of her panties, she brought her other hand to her cunt and began to frantically rub her clit with the tips of her fingers, her hips squirming around and around as she frenetically diddled her clit.

It was too much for Paul. This was a side of Tammie he had never seen, had never imagined seeing. Well, actually, he had imagined such scenes more than once, but then quickly pushed them out of his mind. Such thoughts were not particularly helpful if they were to behave themselves. He could feel himself getting very, very close.

"I'm going to cum," Roger loudly and proudly announced.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Not on the floor!" Miss Harding quickly exclaimed. "Give it to Terrie."

"What?! NO!" Terrie squealed.

But there was little time for argument, as Roger was past the point of no return. He quickly stepped forward to aim his dick at Terrie's well positioned face.

"NO ROGER!" Terrie squealed as a big thick glob of gummy cum splashed against her forehead and quickly slid down between her eyes, and then along the path of least resistance to lodge in the corner of her eye. "That's disgusting," Terrie exclaimed, as another, and then another, and yet another spray and splat splashed against her face, hosing down her reddened cheeks with thick white spunk.

Many of the girls in the room would agree, that it was most definitely indeed repulsive. Some even turned their eyes away, finding it all so very disturbing, even appalling. They felt terrible for Terrie, having to take a load of cum on her face. One doesn't really expect that to happen in college, at least not in class. Just the thought of that happening seemed rather disgusting, and to have it happen in front of your classmates?!

But, others were less sympathetic, finding Terrie to be a bit of a snob. They would certainly be appalled to have it happen to them, but they couldn't help but smile as Terrie's face get all splattered and splashed with thick boy stuff.

Patty was just plain jealous. She had been the one to first jerk Roger off. She really should have been the one to get his cum.

Stacy and Nina were both relieved, albeit not entirely sure how they felt. They were in the front row, and it was nice that Terrie was taking the full force of Roger's emissions, but they did kind of wonder that, well, perhaps, if she hadn't been there...

A few of the other girls were not at all ambivalent and wished they were receiving the gism prize. A couple of them had guys cum on their faces before, but none of them had a whole bunch of guys do it at the same time. It's not the kind of opportunity that pops up every day, and it's precisely the kind of thing a good girl doesn't ask a group of guys to do for her. They were a bit jealous that Terrie was having her cake and eating it too, being able to experience such a naughty thing yet claim no responsibility for it.

When Roger was finished Miss Harding indicated that he could return to his seat, making room for the next guy.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Miss Harding and Sandy continued their spanking of the remaining four boys, trying to urge them on.

Alan appeared to be the next to explode, which was not too surprising as he had been at the front of the room with an erection longer than anyone. He gasped as he felt his orgasm sweep through his body, his brain getting a little light, his legs weak, and then a twitch of his cock as suddenly a long white rope of cum spewed forth from the tip of his dick, momentarily connecting his knob with Terrie's nose, then just as suddenly breaking free to fall across her lips, the rest of it hanging there like a long thick string of fatty, unctuous white syrup.

"Eeeeeeuuuuw," Terrie whined, making sure that she kept her lips tightly closed. She would at least be careful not to get any of it in her mouth.