Hunter has been infested by raging hormones like many other thirteen-year-old males.  His desire to see a real, live, naked girl seems to get greater every day.  Each day in school he sees hundreds of girls in class and in the halls but they are dressed.  The female charms he wishes to see, observe and more are totally inaccessible.© Y Lee Coyote

It was even more frustrating hearing the more advance guys boasting of even having sex which he was not ready for yet.  Then, one day by chance he overheard two guys discussing that there was a way to look into the girls’ locker room.  That sounded perfect.

Just two days later, before he could really check that out, he was treated to an entirely different sort of show.  It was near the end of gym class and an obviously wrathful Ms. Perleberg was dragging two guys by their ears into the gym and over to Coach Beasley.

The whistle was blown and everyone gathered around the Coach who explained that the two had been caught spying on the girls changing in their locker room.  The despicable two were to get six pops each on their bare butts immediately and publically.

The first one had his pants and undies dragged down to his ankles and then he was pulled over the pommel horse.  A couple of guys were directed to hold his wrists.  The Coach picked up his huge fraternity paddle and proceeded with the punishment.

He hit hard and immediately following the CRACK of the pop on the bare rear the target’s other end howled like a coyote does at the full moon.  The target started to turn red immediately.  The Coach let go a second pop with the identical results.  By the fifth pop the miscreant was sobbing and the sixth caused him to bawl like a little kid. The veracity of his boasts about being stoic was now open to question.

His partner in crime immediately replaced him on the pommel horse.  A few minutes later he too was also bawling with a bright red hot butt.

“Thank you Coach Beasley.  I’m sure these two will long remember this paddling.” said Ms. Perleberg as she left.

You can be sure that the fact the Peeping Toms had been well paddled and cried was known throughout the school in just a couple of hours.  Hunter realized that spying there would not be wise as the place would surely be watched before it was closed off.

Hunter was at a loss to come up with a plan until the fates intervened.  He, however, saw it as serendipity for when he past the thrift shop he saw a girl’s uniform for sale.  The one still used in his school.  The price was very low so he could afford it.  It was a perfect fit.  Surely a good omen.

A few days later he changed into it in a remote lavatory.  As he adjusted the bow tie he saw in the mirror that he had goofed.  His boxers showed and that would never do.  He was about to abandon the adventure until he recalled hearing about Scotsmen going commando under their kilts.  He removed his boxers and moved on.

With his long hair and androgynous face he was sure he could spend some time in the girls’ locker room and get to see what he wanted to see.  Unfortunately his penis betrayed him within a few minutes.

He had popped a boner from seeing the girls in their undies.  If he had been wearing a sporran, like kilt wearers do, then he would not have tented the skirt.  Of course, a sporran would have caused his immediate detection.  But with a tent it was clear that he was not a girl.

Hunter was spotted as an interloper within a minute.  He was quickly surrounded by very irate girls.  The skirt was lifted both fore and aft exposing him to all.  Many hands had a feel leaving him feeling violated making him wish that he had worn briefs.  Then the skirt was unbuttoned and yanked away leaving him half naked.

There were several proposals about what to do with him.  Some wanted to strip him and force him into the hall.  Others thought to park him in a locker with an optional gag.  The idea that won out was to spank him.

One of the larger girls sat down and pulled him over her lap with several others assisting.  She spanked rapidly and delivered what he thought were hard hand spanks.  It took awhile but soon he started to hurt.  He imagined that he was turning red which he was but he was thankful that he was not being paddled by the Coach.

Several others insisted on having their turns at spanking.  One had more moxie than most and used a gym sneaker rather than her hand.  It was, obviously, far more effective.  Hunter howled loudly.

That attracted the attention of Ms. Perleberg.  She was outraged and yelled at the sneaker wielder for spanking another girl immediately arriving on the scene.

“Ms. Perleberg, this is NOT a girl!” said the current spanker.  By then Hunter was back on his feet.  “LOOK!  He’s a Peeping  Tom with a penis.”

Ms. Perleberg grabbed Hunter’s ear and painfully dragged him to the boys’ gym.  There she told the Coach that this pathetic male was found in the girls’ locker room and he was wearing this skirt.

“Thank you Ms. Perleberg.  He will get his proper reward immediately.”

Just seconds later he was over the pommel horse with his naked butt fully exposed for the Coach’s paddle.  Partly because he was younger, partly because the girls had already ‘warmed him up’ and partly because he was not spanked at home the paddle was far more effective than it had been on the two peepers previously discussed.

WHACK! and HOWL! was repeated the maximum allowed six times.  Hunter’s butt felt like it had been pulverized as it glowed red hot.

He would find that he could not sit comfortably for a week.  Also, that the pain of his notoriety lasted a lot longer.