Brent hesitantly pushed open the door to the community center, his face flushed with embarrassment. He had no idea what his mother had signed him up for, but he had a feeling he wasn't going to like it.
"Ah, there you are!" A confident voice called out from the front of the room. Brent followed the sound and found himself face to face with Claire, a woman in her 40s with a no-nonsense attitude. "You must be Brent. I'm Claire, your instructor for today's class."
Brent raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Class? What class?"
Claire chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll figure it out soon enough. For now, why don't you have a seat over there?" She gestured to a chair in the front of the room.
Brent did as he was told, still feeling completely lost. He glanced around the room and noticed that it was set up like a classroom, with rows of chairs facing the front. But instead of textbooks and pencils, there were spanking implements and bars of soap.
His eyes widened in shock as the realization dawned on him. This was some kind of class on...discipline techniques? And he was the model?
"Oh, don't look so worried," Claire said, noticing his distress. "It's not as bad as it seems. You'll be demonstrating proper spanking and mouthsoaping techniques for the mothers in attendance. It's all in good fun."
Brent tried to protest, but Claire cut him off with a playful insult. "Now, now, don't be a baby. You need to learn to take direction like a man. Besides, I'm sure you'll be a hit with the ladies."
Brent rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but be a little flattered. He was a good-looking guy, and he knew it. He just wasn't sure he was comfortable with being the center of attention in this way.
As the mothers began to arrive, Brent felt his embarrassment grow. They all stared and giggled at him, making him feel like a piece of meat on display. He squirmed in his seat, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Claire called the class to order and began the lesson. She demonstrated on Brent how to properly position a man for a spanking, and the mothers followed along, taking turns practicing on him. Brent tried to take it in stride, making sarcastic comments to himself under his breath.
"Open wide and think of England," Claire told him as she demonstrated mouthsoaping. Brent tried to protest, but Claire shushed him and told him to "stop being such a baby."
He was relieved when the class took a break, and he was able to step outside for some fresh air. He called his mother to yell at her, but she just laughed and told him to "toughen up, buttercup."
During the break, Brent met one of the mothers, a strong and controlling woman named Susan. She was in her late 40s, with a confident air that Brent found attractive. They struck up a conversation, and Brent found himself enjoying her company.
The class resumed, and Brent was again subjected to spankings and mouthsoaping. He tried to focus on his attraction to Susan, which helped him get through it.
After the class, Brent was gathering his things when Susan approached him. She complimented him on his bravery and told him that she would like to see him again. Brent was pleasantly surprised and agreed.
As Brent left the community center, he reflected on the humiliating experience and realized that it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He looked forward to seeing Susan again.
When he arrived home, he told his mother about the class and his encounter with Susan. Amy was amused and told him that she was proud of him for taking one for the team.
Brent went to bed, thinking about Susan and looking forward to their next meeting. The end of chapter one.
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