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Demale Society Training Manual #45

Ronnie was a typical high school junior when we picked on him to be one of our first boys to train. We picked him because it was well known that he was always lurking around the stairways at school so he could peek up the girls' skirts as they went up the stairs. After reading in the Demale manuals about possible boys to target, we knew he'd be an easy target to begin with.

We started by hiking our school uniform skirts up almost to our panty crotches and then went looking for him. As expected, we found him lurking at the base of the main stairwell. Janice casually walked up the stairs along the rail on the side he was standing. I stayed back and watched. It was after lunch and there weren't many other kids around. So once Jan had climbed up a few stairs, Ronnie was stooping down pretending to tie his shoe but then twisting and turning his head upward to get a good look under her skirt. By this time I was standing directly behind Ronnie, and Jan pretended to drop a piece of paper. She bent forward to pick it up exposing a wide swath of the back of her lace-edged pink panties. I could hear Ronnie gasp at the full exposure, panting for breath and shaking. In his stooped over position, he was grabbing his crotch and massaging himself! Yuk! What a pig! At that moment, just as planned, Jan looked back at Ronnie from her bent-over position on the stairs. She looked him right in the eyes. Ronnie wobbled; I touched my hand to his shoulder and he fell backwards in shock. From where he ended up sprawled on the floor he was looking up at me. I moved even closer to him so he could get a look up my skirt as I stared down at him and told him in a commanding voice to meet us after school at Prescott Park or we would report him for what he had done.

It was a cool afternoon, so there weren't many people in the park. Soon after Jan and I arrived and sat on one of the benches, we could see Ronnie approaching with his head down and dragging his feet. He looked crestfallen. He stood back from us about ten feet away. Jan and I had our uniform skirts pulled up, and as I said, "Ronnie, look at us!" We parted our legs slightly.

He looked up and his mouth dropped open. He quickly held his books with both hands in front of his crotch. "Put, you hands at your sides, right now, pervert!" Jan said. And with a strong intake of breath and a groan, he did. Of course, he had a bump forming in his trousers. "Down on your knees," I said sternly. "These are my good pants and..." he begged. "Down. Now!" He went down on his knees. "Look up! Look up at our panties, pervert!" He kept his head angled down but did look at us. He was gently sobbing. "I'm ... I'm sorry, please, don't report me." "Quiet, doggie boy! You know what you did was very wrong and you need help. You're a miserable disgrace of a boy and we're going to help you. We're going to give you our panties, and we want you to take them home and make love to them. It's obvious that you like panties more than the girls who wear them, so when you get home make love to our panties, shoot you boy juice into them and keep doing it until you don't have any juice left in your balls. Then put them in plastic baggies and bring them to school tomorrow. We'll meet you by the stairway before lunch. Be there with the panties full of your slime or we go to the principal's office and report you." We both stood up and our short skirts were now inches from his face. We then reached under our short skirts, peeled down our panties and handed them to him. The kid was crying, but accepted our panties with trembling hands. He started to shove them into his jacket pocket. "No! Don't put them in your pocket. Hold them in your hands, out in the open where anyone who passes you can see what you are holding. Now, leave. And remember when, where and how you are to meet us tomorrow, or you will be in big trouble." He got up on wobbly feet, stared to walk and then ran on his way, the two pairs of panties flagging in his hands.