Author's note: This chapter contains a segment devoted to anal exposure humiliation, which I know isn't for all tastes. If this does not appeal to you, simply skip over the section entitled "Rectal Humiliation."
Tommy's Debasement, Chapter 5: Anatomy Lesson
The Reluctant Model
There was no way out for Tommy now. Resigned to his fate, but with an extreme sense of dread, he slowly turned around and faced his fellow students. It was an excruciating moment for the lad, as he felt every eye in the room focusing on his genitals. He listened to the merry laughter from the entertained boys and girls. He had to stand there and take in all the stares from his spellbound audience. Many of the girls had never seen a naked boy before, and those that had certainly hadn’t under such extraordinary circumstances. The boys were enjoying the spectacle for its sheer entertainment value, and they were ever so grateful this was not happening to them.
Sister Ruth was ready to pounce on her prey. “Class, Laura brought up an interesting point a few moments ago when she said.…I believe her words were, ‘I never knew it was so tiny.’ I think that while we have a live model standing naked before us, we can use this golden opportunity to learn a little bit about the male anatomy.” She reached under her desk and produced a twelve-inch high footstool. She placed it at Tommy’s feet. “Please step up here, Tommy, so your classmates can have a good view of you during our demonstration.”
The wretched Tommy stepped up on the stool, dutifully holding his elbows behind his head, while his enthralled classmates looked on wide-eyed. Sister Ruth walked to the blackboard and picked up a pointer from the ledge. She stood next to Tommy and addressed the class while pointing the pointer at her objective. “This is a penis, class. It comes in many different sizes. Laura was right about the size of this penis. It is quite small—much smaller than most penises of boys his age. As you can see, because of its lack of size and weight, it is pointing straight out instead of dangling down. This is unusual for a thirteen-year-old boy, and I’m sure it is a major source of embarrassment for Tommy.”
The girls were giggling and the boys were snickering. Tommy was beside himself in his mortification while enduring the staggering humiliation.
Sister Ruth was enjoying herself immensely. She moved the pointer towards Tommy’s testicles. “This sac is called a scrotum, and inside the scrotum are two testicles. Testicles also come in different sizes, and I must say that these are quite small for someone Tommy’s age. The size of his testicles is proportional to his tiny penis. It would not be a stretch to say that his genitals are comparable in size to those of an eight or nine-year-old boy.” Tommy squirmed anxiously while being subjected to his teacher’s biting remarks and the giggling of his fellow students, but somehow he held his ground. Had he not been naked, he probably would have bolted straight out of the room. “Sometimes the testicles hang down lower than this. As you can see, Tommy’s are quite shriveled up at the moment.”
Sister Ruth noticed a hand had risen in the far corner of the room. It belonged to Danny, a boy with whom Tommy had recently gotten into a schoolyard fight. The two boys did not like each other. “Yes, Danny?” asked Sister Ruth, somewhat annoyed with the interruption.
“Sister,” said Danny, “Tommy’s penis is so tiny, I can’t see it from way back here. Would you mind if I borrowed his seat so I can get a closer look?”
“Certainly, Danny. Tommy won’t be needing his desk for a while, anyway.”
While Tommy winced, Danny sauntered up to the front and sat at Tommy’s desk. He exchanged amused smiles with Cindy, looked Tommy up and down, and grinned wider. “Thank you, Sister,” he said while staring at Tommy's penis. “This is perfect. I see what you mean. You were right. It's quite tiny.”
“Very well,” responded the smiling Sister Ruth.
She wielded the pointer in a circular motion around Tommy’s genitals. “Now, I’m sure you’ve noticed the complete absence of hair in this entire area.” She paused while Tommy grimaced. A couple of snickers could be heard. The teacher had the students’ rapt attention. “In fact, Tommy is as hairless and smooth down here as he was the day he was born.” While the students giggled, she raised the pointer to the area slightly above Tommy’s penis. “When puberty starts you’ll see hair start growing in this region.” She pointed back to his testicles. “Also here. I’m sure most of you boys have already started puberty, but I don’t see any sign at all that Tommy is anywhere close. It appears to me that Tommy is still a few years away from growing any hair on his body at all.”
Tommy, blushing crimson, closed his eyes, as his humiliation was all but unbearable. Sister Ruth continued. “As boys get older, they also start growing hair in this area.” She stroked Tommy’s armpit with the tip of the pointer, and he reacted to the tickling sensation by momentarily lowering his elbow to his side. The impish nun smiled to herself, and stroked his other armpit for her own amusement, achieving the same reaction. “As for Tommy, I would not be a bit surprised if his underarms remained hairless throughout high school.”
She paused, as another idea suddenly hit her. As depraved as it was, she couldn’t stop herself.
Rectal Humiliation
“Tommy, please turn around and face the chalkboard, so we can examine your little poop hole……turn all the way around.…good.…now bend over at the waist……bend, I said.…a little more.…there, like that.…you can rest your hands on your knees….that’s a good boy.…now spread your legs out.…a little more….excellent….now slide your hands down your legs and take hold of your ankles….all the way down.…more…..there we are, now turn your heels outward, with your toes pointing towards each other….come on, you can do it……there you go.…yes, perfect.…now, I’d like you to reach back and put your hands on your buttocks.…don’t lift your head, stay bent over.…that’s it.…now I want you to use your fingers to spread your cheeks.…come on, pry them apart….excellent!.…hold that position….your little buttonhole is really on display for us now. And we have an interesting perspective of your little testicles.”
The teacher aimed the tip of her pointer at Tommy’s fully exposed anus and addressed her incredulous students. “This, class, is called a rectum. As you know, we use our rectums to expel wastes. Take a good look, because you probably will never again have the opportunity for a view of a rectum as openly spread out as you do right now. Because of the absence of hair, one can see the opening quite clearly. Notice the pinkish color tone in the surrounding area,” she said while moving her pointer in a circular motion just outside the orifice. She paused while the students, some agape, scrutinized the miserable Tommy’s bum hole. “You know, the rectum is considered a very.…’private’ area, so I think we can consider ourselves blessed that we have the chance to observe one displayed in such a stark fashion as we have here today.”
After another pause for effect, the malevolent nun continued. “And I think we should share this special moment with Tommy,” she said while walking purposefully to her desk. She opened her top middle drawer and pulled out a blue-framed, circular hand mirror. Taking it by the handle, she briskly strode back over to her subject, and carefully gauged the proper angle to hold the mirror so Tommy could examine his own rectum. “How’s this, Tommy, can you see what the rest of us have been scrutinizing for the last couple of minutes?” There was no response. “Answer me, Tommy, what do you see?”
“A r-rectum,” came the timid reply from below.
“Can you try to be a little more descriptive than that?”
“Uh…it’s a h-hole…I don’t know what to say…” The anguish in his voice was quite evident.
“Does anything stand out, such as the color?”
“It’s…it’s…pinkish, like you said…”
“Yes.…yes, indeed it is,” she said as she pulled the mirror away. “Okay, let’s move on. Tommy, you can stand up and turn around now. And please return your hands behind your head.”
A Review, and Some Degrading Questions
When Tommy stood up and faced the front, his audience was presented with an unusual sight. With the blood having rushed to his head due to his bent-over position, coupled with the incomprehensible humiliation he had just endured, Tommy’s face was the color of a red neon sign. Sister Ruth beamed with pleasure. She held the mirror up to Tommy's face. “My, my, Tommy, you are positively glowing, aren’t you?”
Tommy’s jaw dropped slightly, as even he seemed taken aback by the sight of his profusely blushing face. Sister Ruth smiled freely as she laid the mirror on her desk before continuing with the relentless humiliation of her student. “Okay, class, let’s review.” She pointed her pointer at Tommy’s penis. “What do you call this? Everyone?”
“A penis!” they called out in unison, all too gleefully, at least from Tommy’s perspective.
She pointed a little higher. “Does he have hair or is he hairless?"
“He's hairless!” came the immediate response.
She pointed below his penis. “What is this sac called?”
“A scrotum!” they answered.
“And what are the two little round objects he has inside his scrotum?”
“Testicles!” they shouted even louder.
“Very good, class. You've been paying attention. Now let’s see if Tommy has learned anything today.” Again she pointed at Tommy’s penis.
“Tell the class what this is, Tommy.”
Tommy took a deep breath. “A p-penis,” he said softly.
“We can barely hear, you, Tommy. Yes, it is a penis.…but it’s not just
any penis, is it? It’s
your penis, isn’t it, Tommy?” Tommy nodded sullenly. “Please tell the class whose little penis we’re all staring at, Tommy.”
“M-mine,” he responded, very softly.
“Tommy, you are not being very cooperative, and I’m becoming impatient with you. Surely you must realize by now that when you make things difficult for me I have no choice but to step up your punishment.” Sister Ruth paused while considering her next move. “Okay, we’re going to start over. I’m going to point to one of your body parts, and you’re to tell the class, loudly and clearly, exactly what it is. Only you’re to preface each response with ‘my hairless little.’ In other words, if I point here," she said while pointing to his navel, "you’re to say, ‘My hairless little belly button.’ Do you understand, Tommy?” The embattled lad nodded bleakly. “Good. Oh, and one more thing: If I point to your little penis, you’re to call it a ‘wee-wee.’ ” The beaming nun waited for the laughter behind her to die down. “Okay, here we go. What’s this?”
“My….my hairless little belly button,” he said softly.
“Speak up, please. What’s this?”
“M-my hairless little p-penis…I mean…wee-wee,” he muttered.
“Louder!” she said while wielding her pointer and swatting his backside with three swift strikes.
It took a moment for the pain to register, but when it did, Tommy hopped up and down like a jackrabbit. His penis jiggled up and down as he did so, creating a most amusing spectacle for Sister Ruth and Tommy’s fellow students. “My hairless little wee-wee!” he shouted over the boisterous laughter.
“That’s more like it,” said Sister Ruth with a giggle she was unable to suppress. “This?”
“My hairless little tes…testicles!” Tommy writhed his hips back and forth, as he was still stinging from the three blows.
“Good!” said the grinning, titillated Sister Ruth. “This?”
“My hairless little legs!”
“How about.…this?”
“My hairless little.…underarms!”
“This?” she asked while pointing at his left nipple.
“My hairless little chest!”
She tweaked his nipple back and forth with the pointer. “Can you be more specific for us, Tommy?”
“My little.…my hairless little nipple!”
“Good boy! This?”
“My hairless little wee-wee!” Tommy was on the verge of tears.
“Okay, I think you’ve got the idea, Tommy. This has been a very constructive demonstration. Now I think we should open up the floor to questions from your classmates.” She noticed that Laura immediately raised her hand. “Yes, Laura?”
“I was just wondering,” said Laura. “Are you going to make Tommy stay naked all day?”
Sister Ruth smiled at the question and the hopeful expression on the young coed’s face. “We’ll have to see about that,” laughed the teacher. “Either way, after today’s experience I highly doubt that Tommy will be lifting up your skirt ever again, or anyone else’s for that matter. But let’s try to limit our questions to the male anatomy for the time being. Anyone?” Sally’s hand shot up. She wasn’t about to let the opportunity to further humiliate her brother go by. “Sally, do you have a question?”
“Yes, Sister Mary Ruth, I do. Actually I have two questions, Sister, if you don’t mind indulging me."
“Not at all, Sally. What’s on your mind?”
“Well first of all, I was wondering….will Tommy always have such an itsy-bitsy little wee wee or will it ever grow bigger? And second, why are his testicles and ball sac so shriveled up? I can barely see them.”
Sally’s gaze rose from Tommy’s penis and testicles to his face. The two made brief eye contact. One pair of eyes was dancing with delight. The other pair most certainly was not. Tommy turned his flushing face away from his grinning sister.
“Well, it remains to be seen, Sally, if Tommy will always have such a tiny penis. You would hope it will eventually increase in size, and maybe it will—but I’d venture to say that it is quite possible that Tommy will still have a teensy penis throughout his adulthood.
“Now as far as his shriveled testicles and scrotum are concerned,” continued the nun while again using her pointer on the subject matter at hand, “This can be caused by several factors, such as fear, cold temperatures, or extreme embarrassment. In this case, I’m quite sure it is the latter. As you can see by Tommy’s extraordinarily red face, his embarrassment is quite acute at the moment. Yes, Cindy, what’s on your mind?”
“Sister Ruth, I have a question about the total lack of hair.”
She addressed Tommy, who was now in the throes of wretchedness. “Sorry, Tommy, but I happened to notice that your face turned even redder when Sister Ruth pointed out how bald your little pee-pee is.” Cindy, sitting two feet away from Tommy, pointed at his penis as she spoke. She knew what buttons to push to further Tommy’s torment, and he now seemed to be blushing from his head and down his chest. Not only did he have to stand naked in front of the whole class, but also, the matter-of-fact discussion about what for him were extremely private matters was absolutely excruciating for him.
Sister Ruth relished the moment as Cindy asked her question. “When do you think Tommy can expect to finally start growing some hair on his body?”
“Hmm, that’s hard to say, Cindy.” She paused and looked Tommy up and down. “As I mentioned earlier, it is quite possible that he could remain hairless throughout all of high school. This, of course, would be cause for considerable anxiety and embarrassment. For instance, he’ll have to take his clothes off and shower in front of the other boys after P.E. classes. The other boys will all have larger penises and will have grown hair on their bodies, unlike Tommy. Having a penis the size of a little boy, along with the complete absence of hair will be a constant source of teasing and ridicule.
"And even when he
does start growing hair, it may not be very significant. Some people are just born with genes that don’t produce much bodily hair. This often makes them look little-boyish and somewhat feminine, like Tommy. You saw how pretty he looked in his nightgown. Not many boys would look so lovely in a girl’s nightgown.
"These are all excellent questions. Anyone else?”
Sally had raised her hand again and was waving it eagerly. "Sally, do you have another question?"
"I do, Sister Ruth, but I was wondering if I could ask Tommy directly."
"Of course, Sally. Please," the smiling nun answered while holding out an open palm toward Sally.
Sally stood up and made eye contact with her brother, then grinned mischievously. "Tommy, I was wondering....obviously this whole scene is extremely embarrassing for you. I've never seen your face so red. I can certainly see why. I mean, you're standing there totally naked in front of all of us, and we're all staring at your hairless little wee wee. I'm curious—as we stare at it, which is a larger source of humiliation for you—your little boy wee wee, or the fact that it is completely devoid of hair?"
Sister Ruth nearly choked on her saliva, and was unable to suppress a giggle, which spread to the rest of her students. When the laughter died down, Tommy still hadn't answered the question. "Sally asked you a question, Tommy," prodded the nun.
"I....I don't know," said Tommy as he stared at a spot on the floor in front of him.
"Pick one, so we can move on."
"I guess....I guess the size," he said ashamedly.
"The fact that it's so tiny?"
"Y-yes."
Sister Ruth addressed Sally, who still hadn't completely controlled her giggling fit. "Does that answer your question, Sally?" she asked.
"Yes, Sister, thank you. I thought it might be his tiny penis more so than his hairlessness, although I'll bet he's very embarrassed about both."
"I'm sure you're right, Sally," said the grinning Sister Ruth. "Any other questions?"
Cindy had her hand raised again. The teacher noticed a devious grin on her face, and didn't hesitate to call on her. "Yes, Cindy, did you have another question?"
"Yes, Sister. I would also like to address Tommy directly. It's a rather personal question, if that's okay."
"By all means, Cindy," answered Sister Ruth. "Tommy has already bared his body for us. Maybe now he can bare his soul."
"Thank you. Tommy," said Cindy as she looked at his penis. "Obviously your penis is really tiny when it's like that. But does it get much bigger when you get a stiffy?"
While Tommy winced, there was considerable laughter throughout the room. There was no response from Tommy, so the teacher intervened. "Class, I was planning on including what Cindy is referring to when we discuss human sexuality toward the end of the year. But since Cindy brought it up, I will tell you what many of you already know—that a boy's penis usually enlarges when he becomes sexually aroused. The clinical term is called an erection, but there are many slang terms for it, such as the one Cindy just used. Now Tommy, Cindy asked you a question."
"I....I guess it gets bigger," said Tommy, who looked like he would rather endure a root canal without anesthesia than deal with the line of questioning.
"How much bigger?" asked Cindy, who was clearly enjoying herself.
"I don't....I don't know. A couple of inches?"
"That's it?" persisted Cindy. "So when you get a stiffy it must look really cute. Kind of like a mini sausage."
Again there was considerable laughter. There was no response from Tommy, so Sister Ruth took over. "Are there any other questions?" asked a giggling Sister Ruth. A couple of hands shot up, but Sister Ruth glanced at the clock. “It’s time for recess, class. Maybe we can get to your other questions some other time.”
The room was silent, and for the next few moments all the students—including the beleaguered Tommy—pondered the burning question: Would Tommy get his clothes back before going outside?
