The Balloon Test - Sex Stories

The Balloon Test

... anything now.

And it didn't look like it would be six inches. Nothing like it in fact.

Well, you'd think that would be punishment enough for a show off knicker peeking wanker, to be made to stand stark naked in front of the class. Red faced, trembling with embarrassment, everything on view, a group of girls laughing at him, you'd think it would be punishment enough. But he'd lied about his willy, and he'd just have to be made to pay for that.

"That doesn't look six inches to me," I said.

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After she burst the balloon I just stood there, so embarrassed I couldn't move. I had nothing on. Nothing at all, and all the girls were laughing. And there was nothing I could do about it. I'd done everything voluntarily. I'd taken all my clothes off myself. How could I have been so stupid, I'd been taken for a sucker. I'd been a show-off, and now I was showing everything off. And worse was to come.

"That's not six inches," said Tracey.

She was pointing at my penis. All the girls were looking at it. They were all looking at my penis.

"Yes it is..." I stammered, hastily clapping my hands over it, "it's just that it's not... It's not..."

"Not what?"

"You know..."

"No I don't....

"Yes you do..."

"Oh, you mean it's not up!"

"Well... Er.. Yes... Can I get dressed please, I've done everything now?"

"I don't think so. You've claimed your willy is six inches when it's up. You know the rules of the test. You have to prove it now."

"I ...

... what!"

"You know perfectly well. You know all the rules of the test, you said so yourself. If you make a specific claim you have to prove it."

"But..." why oh why had I claimed to know all about this test. I knew nothing about it. I couldn't contradict her, I was going to have to agree. Then I thought of a way out.

"Of course," I said, cringing with my hands over my penis, stammering with embarrassment, "but unfortunately, nobody has a tape measure."

I should have just said no. By making that silly excuse I'd effectively agreed if someone could produce a tape measure. And of course somebody did.

"Excellent," said Tracey, "now all we have to do is... Oh my gosh! Well done. You can get it up to order!"

And she was right. With all this looking at my penis, and talking about measuring, and the embarrassment, and everything, as I took my hands away from my penis it slowly rose to full height."

"Gosh!" said Tracey, "that's the sort of man I like! I tell him to get it up, and my word is his command!"

I don't think my face could have been any redder.

"Now where's that tape measure?"

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When I got back to the room... I mean I'd got my car parked and I'd dashed back... And when I got back to the room...

He was standing in front of the girls stark naked. The remnants of a burst balloon lay on the floor. Tracey had a tape measure in her hand and she was measuring.... Well I don't like to say, but it was bolt upright.

"Tracey! What on earth ...