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A Non-standard Deviation

First Published 23/6/13

Part One – The Experiment

Alan Jenkins thought he had been forgiven for upsetting his entire maths class. One afternoon he had absent mindedly addressed their teacher as Miss Frenchie rather than Miss French and, when challenged, compounded his error by informing her that “everyone calls you that.” A naive 15 year old, Alan didn’t know that ‘frenchie’ was a slang term for condom, but Miss French did and she set the whole class two hours extra homework for the weekend as a collective punishment.

Alan thought that this had all blown over by the time the class moved on to statistics. As part of this course the class of thirty was split up into six groups of five who were each instructed to collect data on something they thought was likely to have a ‘normal distribution’. They were then to plot a graph of the data (which should look like a bell curve) and calculate the mean and median values (which ought to be the same or very close) and the standard deviation.

Alan’s group consisted of himself, Tim Dalton, Jack Derry, Belinda Connors and Julie Harris. They decided to survey the class on the number of music singles (on 7” vinyl in those days) they owned in the hope that this would have close to a ‘normal distribution’.

The five of them each went to survey one of the other groups of five as they were all sitting together. After talking to the group he’d been asked to survey Jack returned radiating a rare mixture of nervousness, excitement and amusement. A talkative Irish boy, he couldn’t keep the cause of this to himself for long.

“You won’t believe what Helen Smith and her group want to do!” he announced breathlessly, checking to make sure Miss French was not in earshot. “They want to measure every boy’s prick in the class and make a graph out of that, to teach that dried up old spinster Frenchie a lesson she’ll never forget.”

“I don’t believe it” replied Tim. “Do they really think anyone’ll let them do that? I’m sure those girls would like to look at us all but what’s in it for us?”

“Well, I don’t know” said Jack. “They say they’re going to do it in a way that isn’t too embarrassing and they won’t all be seeing you, just one to measure and one to witness. A lot of people have got it in for Frenchie and I think they might just do it. Can you imagine the look on the old trout’s face when they present the results in class? We’ll just have to wait and see. I reckon I’ll do it if everyone else does.”

There wasn’t much more to be said about it so the group returned to their own assignment.

The next day, Tuesday, during the afternoon break Alan walked into the boys’ toilets where two of the boys in his maths class were washing their hands with their backs to the door and could not possibly have seen him enter. He heard one say to the other in mid-conversation “Yes, it was a bit embarrassing but they tried to make it easy and it’ll be worth it on Monday when they present it. A bell curve of bell-ends you might say. The old bitch’ll have a stroke!”

It seemed the scheme was on, and this was further confirmed when Alan saw Helen and her group mate Pauline leading a group of four more nervous and embarrassed looking male classmates into an empty classroom on Wednesday lunchtime.

The school lunch hour was from 12:30 to 1:30 and Alan had just finished his sandwiches at about 12:45 on Friday when Tim and Jack came over to him.

“We’re the last three that haven’t been measured yet” announced Jack, looking nervous but also a bit exited. “Come on, let’s go! Monday’s going to be priceless!”

“I don’t know” said Alan, “I really don’t think I want to do this.”

“Oh, come on Alan” said Tim impatiently. “It’s no big deal; we’re all made about the same way. I’ll tell you what, me and Jack’ll go first so you can see what happens, then if you really still don’t want to I promise we won’t try to make you. Is that fair?”

Alan reluctantly agreed to this and was led to a room on the top floor of the classroom block.

“Funny, the door’s locked” announced Jack, puzzled, “I’m sure they said room 307.” It was unusual for classroom doors to be locked but not unprecedented. Teachers who had materials they didn’t want to put away between classes sometimes did this.

“That’s 307a” Tim pointed out; “let’s try 307b.”

Room 307 was designed to be one large room that could be made into two small ones with a heavy canvas floor to ceiling folding room divider. Currently it was configured as two small ones with the divider in place. The ‘front’ of 307b could become the ‘back’ of room 307 merely by opening the divider and turning all the desks to face the other way. The boys walked down the corridor the length of room 307 to the door marked 307b and entered.

Helen, Pauline and another of their group, Cindy Truman, were waiting for them. They had placed two tall cupboards next to each other at ninety degrees to the wall between classroom and corridor about five feet from the room divider. Behind this screen they had pushed some desks together to create a makeshift bed. A bit less than the top four feet of anyone lying on this bed would be shielded from view by the cupboards but they would be visible from about the knees down. A chair had been placed at the end of the ‘bed’.

“That’s about the best we can do” announced Helen, “so who’s first?”

“That’s me” said Tim, who was then led over to the ‘bed’.

“We’ve found it’s more comfortable and dignified if you strip completely from the waist down” said Helen. “Sit on that chair and take your shoes and socks off.”

“O.K., whatever you say” replied Tim, complying with her request. He was then directed to go behind the ‘screen’ and take his trousers off, which he did. Helen handed them to Pauline, who was acting as witness and who folded them up and put them on the chair with his shoes. Tim was then asked to lie on the ‘bed’.

“Now if you’re feeling brave I need you to pull your sweater and shirt up out of the way and push your underwear down, then we’ll take it off for you” she said. To Alan’s surprise Tim went along with this and pushed his underpants down below his knees. Alan, Jack and Cindy watched Pauline pull them off his bare legs.

“Hmm, nice” they heard Helen pronounce. “Now, we’ll leave you alone for two minutes to play with it. Try and get it as hard as you can for me.” She pressed the play button on a cassette recorder and started Jane Birken and Serge Gainsbourg’s ‘Je t’aime’. Helen and Pauline came back around the other side of the ‘screen’ and for the next two minutes there was no sound except the music as they watched Tim’s legs move restlessly and get further apart as he got into whatever fantasy he was enjoying.

After the two minutes were up Helen and Pauline went back behind the ‘screen’, with Helen carrying a clipboard, pen and ruler. A minute later Pauline handed Tim’s clothes back to him and shortly after that he came out grinning sheepishly. “Piece of cake!” he announced.

Jack went next and the same procedure was followed except that during his two minutes alone Helen and Pauline were whispering and giggling with Cindy and making gestures with their fingers. As before the same two went back in.

“Oh my God, it’s not even three inches!” cried Helen a moment later. “Cindy, come here, you’ve got to see this!” Cindy rushed to see what the fuss was about.

“....ing get off me you ....ing bitches!” Jack shouted angrily and the girls backed away, laughing. “Give me my ....ing clothes!” he demanded, and was given them. Soon afterwards he came storming out breathing heavily, bright red with rage and embarrassment. Jack’s Irish temper was well and truly lost and he looked near to tears. He pointed to Alan. “Your turn” he said grimly.

“No, I don’t want to” replied Alan, terrified by the prospect of girls laughing at his private parts.

“Oh please” cajoled Helen. “We promise not to laugh at you. It’s not a valid result if we don’t get everyone and you’re the last. You don’t want to be the one to spoil it for everyone.”

If it were possible for Jack to get any angrier this exchange had done it. His hands balled into fists and he seemed to be having a hard time restraining himself.

“....ing right you ....ing don’t!” he exploded. “No ....ing way I just ....ing went through that with these ....ing bitches for .... all! You better not .... it up now if you know what’s ....ing good for you. You can stand a bit of ....ing embarrassment; fourteen other guys did!”

“Calm down Jack,” said Tim, “we said we wouldn’t force him if he didn’t want to do it.”

“Yeah, calm down small piece” sniggered Helen. “Someone has to be on the extreme left of the bell curve!”

“....ing .... OFF, bitch!” shouted Jack, punching a cupboard door, almost incoherent with humiliated rage. He stood still breathing deeply for a few moments to regain his self control. Turning to Tim he said “Who said anything about forcing him? I’m not forcing him. If you think I’m playing with his prick trying to get him hard you must be crazy! He can walk out of here and I won’t lay a hand on him. But he needs to understand that fourteen of us have done this for a reason and they won’t like it if one gutless worm spoils it by chickening out. I won’t do anything but I can’t speak for the others. I’d think carefully if I was you” he added, turning to Alan.

Alan considered this and realised that Jack was right. If he spoiled this epic practical joke on an unpopular teacher by refusing to do what everyone else had found the courage to do the consequences were not likely to be pleasant. Being ostracised was about the best he could hope for. By coming this far and leaving his objection this late he’d really left himself with no choice.

“Oh, hell, alright then” he muttered.

Part Two – The Result

“That’s great, thank you, this is going to be fantastic” said Helen, leading a very nervous Alan over to the chair. He sat in the chair and took his shoes and socks off. Standing up he placed them on the chair seat, moved behind the cupboards and unfastened his trousers. Letting them drop, he stepped out of them and handed them to Pauline, who folded them and put them on the chair. Then he lay down on the ‘bed.’

“Ready then?” asked Helen.

Alan nodded and then, trying to keep his hands from trembling too obviously, pushed his shirt and sweater halfway up his chest. Swallowing hard he pushed his underpants down most of the way to his knees and let go so Pauline could remove them. She placed them on the chair and both girls stood there staring.

“What are you staring at?” he asked.

“I’m a girl, you’re a boy, that’s a stupid question!” replied Helen. “O.K. your two minutes start now” she added, pressing the play button on the cassette and walking back around the ‘screen’ with Pauline.

Despite his nerves, Alan found it very erotic playing with himself a few feet away from two girls who were going to return shortly to see his erection. He thought he had better be careful not to get too excited and spoil things by ejaculating but he suspected it could be a long afternoon before he could get home to his bedroom for some relief.

On the other side of the ‘screen’ the others were whispering to each other under cover of the music.

“He really did it then?” asked Tim rhetorically.

“Yeah, I think Jack terrified him” replied Pauline, flushed, breathless and giggling. “We saw everything. He took his pants off nice as pie and then just lay there and let us look.”

“Well, you’ll see a lot more in a minute won’t you?” said Jack. “Here goes.” With that he got on his hands and knees and crawled over to the chair Alan’s clothes were on, taking care to keep out of Alan’s line of sight and make no noise. He crawled back equally carefully carrying the clothes which he put into Alan’s school bag, then took the bag to the door, opened it very quietly and passed the bag to someone in the corridor outside.

Oblivious to all of this Alan was really beginning to enjoy himself. As his two minutes came to an end his penis felt as if it were made of stone, and he could only stroke it gently and intermittently lest he lose all control. Helen and Pauline came back around the ‘screen’ and he let go of himself and lay back as Helen approached him with her ruler.

“Exactly four inches” she announced loudly. To Alan’s astonishment Pauline blew a long blast on a whistle she was carrying. His astonishment turned to shock, and then a horrified realisation that he had been set up as the room divider was rapidly pulled open revealing the expectant crowd in the other half of the room.

As soon as the divider was open a couple of feet a boy darted through the gap and grabbed Alan’s arms so he couldn’t move. At the same time Tim, Jack and Cindy rushed forward to see the show and Tim grabbed Alan’s feet. Alan lay there pinned down and helpless as the boy who was opening the divider pulled it all the way across.

Apart from those involved in the prank only a couple of boys from the maths class had bothered to come and witness the spectacle; the rest were content to hear the story later, but almost every girl in the class was there, and a lot had brought a friend or sister. Samantha Gibbons had even brought her boyfriend, a bully from the year above named Darren Baker. There must have been close to thirty people sitting, standing or up on the desks to get a good view of this half naked boy showing off his erection.

After a few seconds of lying there in shock Alan recovered his senses and began to struggle against the boys holding him down. “Let me go” he shouted and, to his surprise, they did. He went to the chair to get his clothes, only to find them gone. He looked at Tim and Jack: “Give me my clothes back!” he demanded.

“I haven’t touched your clothes” said Tim truthfully.

“Sorry, I haven’t got them either” said Jack with equal truth, “but I’m sure you’ll get them back if you do as you’re told.”

Alan had pulled his shirt down and it was long enough to cover him fairly well. “You are going to be in so much trouble! Where are my clothes?” he asked, looking at Tim, Jack and Cindy; one of them had to know.

“I told you we haven’t got them so we must be in trouble” replied Tim.

“Why don’t you go and tell teacher?” sneered Jack. “You won’t find one on this floor at lunchtime but if you go downstairs to the staffroom there’s lots of them. You can say ‘please sir, someone stole my pants after I took them off to show these girls how big my dick gets when I play with it.’ I’m sure they’ll understand. Off you go; the door’s open. If you want to stay in here you do as you’re told and you’ll get your stuff back before half past one. What’s it to be?”

Alan hadn’t thought of it quite that way before. Jack’s sarcastic description of what had happened was grossly unfair but also factually accurate and he realised that if the authorities were to learn about his predicament he would likely be in as much trouble as anyone, perhaps more. He had been set up beautifully and there was nothing he could do about it. “I’ll stay” he mumbled reluctantly.

“O.K., turn to face the front and take your sweater and shirt off” instructed Tim.

“What?! No! No way! I can’t do that!” The prospect of stripping naked for this audience was unbearable.

“Ach, let’s just throw him out” said Jack in disgust. “He can go find a teacher to cry to.” The two boys each grabbed one of Alan’s arms and started dragging him towards the door.

“No, stop! All right, all right I’ll do it!” The thought of walking round school half naked and then trying to explain matters to a teacher was even worse than the alternative. He directed a venomous look at Jack: “At least you gave those girls a good laugh” he said nastily.

“Yes, fair’s fair Jack, I think you should show us all what they saw, just for a laugh” said Tim. “You, get stripping” he added, looking at Alan.

Alan faced the room and pulled his sweater over his head. As he did so he could feel his shirt rising and giving the audience a preview. He stood there in his shirt holding the sweater and looking for somewhere to put it down until Cindy held out her hand for it. Then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt from the top down, putting off the moment. Too soon he ran out of buttons and had to open the shirt and pull it off his arms while his female class mates and their friends drank in the sight of his naked body. He threw the shirt to Cindy and then clasped his hands in front of his crotch.

“No,” cautioned Jack, “we’re not having that. Hands by your sides or out ye go.”

Alan moved his hands to his sides and faced the crowd of girls. At least his erection had long since subsided. After a few moments Tim guided him over to stand by the wall where he was still fully visible to everyone but could also see the whole length of the ‘bed.’ Jack, Helen and Pauline walked over to stand near it, in the manner of actors about to start filming a scene.

Jack faced the audience: “Watch this, but imagine a line across the room from these cupboards to the window and imagine what you would see if you were in the other half of the room, back a few feet behind that line” he instructed.

“We’ve found it’s more comfortable and dignified if you strip completely from the waist down” said Helen. “Sit on that chair and take your shoes and socks off.”

“O.K., whatever you say” replied Jack, complying with her request. He was then directed to stand by the ‘bed’ and take his trousers off. He pulled a spare pair of underpants out of his pocket, put them on the ‘bed’ and took his trousers off, revealing the soccer shorts beneath. Helen handed the trousers to Pauline, who folded them up and put them on the chair with his shoes. Jack stepped into the underpants and pulled them halfway up his thighs before lying down on the ‘bed.’

“Now if you’re feeling brave I need you to pull your sweater and shirt up out of the way and push your underwear down, then we’ll take it off for you” said Helen. Jack pushed the underpants down below his knees and Pauline pulled them off his bare legs. Jack lay there grinning, quite modestly dressed in shorts and sweater, while Tim dropped his trousers to reveal that he too was wearing shorts beneath and waved the underwear Alan had seen Pauline take off him.

Throughout this performance Alan stood there naked, hands by his sides, in full view of the audience who kept glancing his way contemptuously in between watching this demonstration of exactly how he had been tricked. With a cold, sick feeling he realised he was the only boy who had done this for real. No wonder those girls had stared the way they did.

“Jack wants to be an actor when he leaves school and he’s done some amateur stuff already” said Tim, addressing Alan as he fastened his trousers. “He’s pretty good at it don’t you think? He almost had me thinking he was losing it, and I knew it was fake. Oh, remember Jason and Billy in the toilets? Fake; they knew you were there. And John and the others going into room 12 on Wednesday? Staged; just for you to see.

“Go to the teachers if you want to. There’s only one boy who got his cock out for the girls and that’s you and you did it by choice. We tricked you but we never forced or threatened you. You could have walked out any time and you can leave now if you want to.

“You know why you’re here don’t you? We all got two hours extra work because you shot your mouth off to Frenchie that day. Two hours times twenty nine people; that’s fifty eight hours of our time you wasted you stupid little jerk! We thought the punishment ought to fit the crime. Can you think of what a stupid little jerk-off can do to make it up to these girls for wasting their time like that?”

Alan paled even more as he realised what Tim was not very subtly implying. “Y... You... You’re not serious are you?” he stammered. “I can’t do that in here.”

“Well, it’s your choice. There’s a lot of kids between here and the staffroom and you’ll have to tell your Mum and Dad why you got suspended but it’s your choice. Did anyone see where his shirt went?”

It seemed that nobody knew. Every time Alan tried to make the best of a bad choice he found himself facing a worse one. His choice now was to either perform for this crowd and hopefully (please, God!) get his clothes back with no further trouble or walk through the school stark naked and then attempt to explain the situation to a teacher. Or, of course, he could remain in this room and wait to be discovered by the next class and their teacher. No choice at all really. He moved his hand towards his groin.

“Wait a minute” said Tim as he turned a chair sideways and put it in front of the row of desks. “Are you right or left handed?”

“Right handed, why?”

Tim gestured with his hand; “Climb up on top of those desks” he instructed, “and face sideways so the girls are on your left. Then turn about thirty degrees to your left. That’s it, perfect. Now go ahead and fire one out.”

Alan grasped his penis in his hand and started to play with it, deliberately looking at Helen as he did so. He was determined to be staring at her when he came, in the hope of embarrassing the bitch as much as possible. As he became aroused he found that he didn’t need to fantasise about Helen or anyone else. The rapt expressions on the faces of the girls watching him pleasure himself were intensely exciting. It was to be many years before Alan discovered the CFNM fetish, but he experienced the thrill of it that afternoon.

Darren Baker watched this with a wolfish grin on his face. It reminded him very much of the punishment he had meted out to Martin Walsh a couple of weeks before (see Martin’s Story), but even better because of the larger audience. Darren was confident that if they’d tried that with him he’d have put his fist so far down that smug little Irish git’s throat that he’d be able to grab him by the balls and turn him inside out. He had no sympathy or compassion for anyone too weak to do the same, nor the imagination to understand why they didn’t.

It seemed that if you could just force or trick the right sort of wimp out of his underwear he would do anything you want, no matter how degrading. He filed this insight away for future reference. To a bully, degrading wimps was much more fun than just pushing them around. This could be a great new hobby he would pursue whenever an opportunity presented itself. Perhaps he could get two wimps and force them to... he’d think about it later; look too excited now and it could be misunderstood in a very nasty way.

After a few minutes Alan’s face contorted with ecstasy as he shot three or four jets of ejaculate out in front of him and then stood there gasping and trembling.

“Let’s give him a round of applause” suggested Jack and the wide-eyed girls who had watched his performance were happy to do so. Meanwhile Tim passed Alan a paper towel to clean himself.

Alan climbed down from the desk feeling weak and shaky. After his orgasm the sexual excitement was gone, leaving only the overwhelming embarrassment of remembering what he had done and knowing that it would undoubtedly be the talk of the school.

“You happy now?” he asked sarcastically. “Is that it? Are we finished?”

“Almost,” replied Tim, still in a state of shock that this prank had worked out exactly as Jack had predicted it would, “but you can’t leave that mess on the floor” he added, pointing to where Alan’s semen had splattered. “There’s some more paper towels on the teacher’s desk; go and get some to clean it up with and keep your hands by your sides.”

This task involved walking through the assembled company both ways and they had a tendency to get in Alan’s way in order to get a good close look at him but he managed in a couple of minutes, then had to get on his hands and knees to clean the floor.

“Good, now put the used towels in the bin by the teacher’s desk” instructed Tim, necessitating a repeat walk through the crowd. While this happened Alan’s school bag with his clothes in was surreptitiously passed down to Tim from the girl who had taken it from Jack before taking her place in the room. Tim got Alan’s shirt and sweater back from Cindy and put them in the bag on a desk in the middle of 307b. Simultaneously the others put the rest of the furniture back in the proper places. Everyone stood on the 307a side of the divider.

When Alan got back from putting the towels in the bin Tim pointed: “There’s your bag” he said.

As Alan went towards it Tim nodded to the boy who had opened the room divider and he rapidly pulled it back across, once more making the room into two. Alan was left alone in room 307b with his clothes and his bag. It was 1:25.

The End

Lots of lessons learned in this classroom.