And my nightmare. No way to hide them in a t-shirt no matter what bra I wore. Add that I was only 4’9” with a tiny waist and a huge caboose and my...body was the ultimate dream for adolescent boys. The second week of class, our teacher had a talk with me about “showing off my body”. She ignored my protests that I was just following the school rules for appropriate gym attire and told me starting the next day I was expected to wear a sweatshirt and to be prepare to wear one no matter how hot it. I started pumping my hips, loving the feel of her upper thighs against my organ. Whoosh, crack, scream again. I tried to focus on my cock and its exciting position, but the searing pain sure interfered. Again and again she lashed me. As the ordeal continued, I sobbed continually, punctuated by a shriek after each cane strike. Dorothea’s voice came in my ear. “Take a moment to recover and stand up, boy,” she whispered. I lay on her, reflexively twitching my hips. After a moment, I recovered. I watched closely as Joanne slurped away at Debbie’s clit, and when I felt her start to shudder and shake, I began short stroking her mouth. We came at the same time, and as Joanne watched the two of us, she rubbed her own clit and came with us. We were all totally spent and fell into a heap of naked bodies trying to catch our breath.We must have fallen asleep, because we awoke to the doorbell downstairs, and scrambled to find clothes to throw on. I went to the window but couldn’t see who was. Riley giggles and exits the stall. As I stand up and pull up my moto pants, I notice the large puddle on the floor. LOL—I guess he got off too. We walk out together, noticing the two still in the showers. Pretty damm long showers, I observe. They were more of the straighter dudes in the camp, not into the 'dude on dude' stuff. I give them a snarl as we walk past, and just mumbled “mind ur fuckin buisiness” After a couple of minutes of walking back to the camp, I turn to my right, and then left,.