School Gym
When I was 12 years old and went to junior high school, I was modest, and scared of the idea of showering in P.E. class. I forged a couple notes, supposedly from my mom, excusing me from class due to a bad cold. I got away with that twice, and the next time I just skipped class. At the end of the day, I slumped down in the chair at my last class of the day when he walked in the room. Sure enough, he was there for me. He brought me down to the locker room and told me to strip and come in his office. It was awful standing in front of him naked. He showed me the 2 forged notes, said he called my mom and that I had to stay after school. My P.E. teacher had been wise to me all along. He pulled out a hard plastic paddle, had me bend over his desk, and gave me a good hard spanking.
Oh I forgot to mention that I attended a couple classes, and skipped showering, which was one of his rules. Wear a jock strap and shower. Well this was paricularly bad since he made work out with the high school football team, and then shower with them. They commented on my red butt. It would have been so much easier if I had just gone along with the program I was pre-puberty, and so embarrased. When I got home, my dad gave me another spanking, although not as bad. Never skipped another one of his classes, or a shower, and since he might give a surprise strap check, which we would get paddled for, I always wore my supporter
Marco