Class Punishment by a Hot Teacher

Class Punishment by a Hot Teacher

By indigokiss

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This was my senior year of high school, and I had just turned 18. I was sitting in the class, bored to death. Little did I know my life would irreversibly change that very day.

Our teacher was a stunning woman in her early 30s. She wore a loose black skirt that fell just above her knees, paired with nylon stockings, red high heels, and a white blouse with a deep V-neckline that hinted at her ample cleavage. Her legs were the perfect embodiment of feminine power – strong yet elegant, capable yet graceful. There was something inherently dominant about their shape, a natural authority that came from their very form. Her red bra was visible through the thin fabric of her shirt.

As I sat there, my eyes were mesmerized by her cleavage. She was grading some tests and gave us an assignment to complete in 10 minutes. Seeing this as an opportunity, I decided to take advantage of the situation. If I started touching myself now, no one would notice.

I watched her breasts bouncing slightly as she marked the paper and it reminded me of the times I’d seen her jogging near the school; I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I slipped my hand below the desk and began to stroke myself slowly.

“OK, class, so did anyone finish the assignment… Oh… What are you doing under that desk, Jerry?” she asked with disgust on her face.

Suddenly, the entire class fell silent, their eyes fixed on me. My face burned with embarrassment.

”Did you hear me? What are you doing under that desk?” she repeated, her tone shifting from curiosity to disgust as she strode toward me. “Stand up. Now,” she said, standing in front of my desk with arms crossed, looking down on me with an expression on her face suggesting she wouldn’t tolerate any further disobedience.

My legs were trembling as I began to stand.

“I knew it! You little pervert!” she hissed, her eyes locked onto the bulge in my pants. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice that you are touching your little pee-pee while staring at my breasts? I was expecting you to be a fucking pervert since I saw you in the park staring at me. But masturbating in a class is on another fucking level. I need to think about your punishment.” I could hear passion in her voice.

“I… I… It’s not what you think,” I stammered, my face flushing deeper. My legs shook violently, like I was about to fall from embarrassment. “You must have misunderstood!”

Her lips curled into a smirk. “Is this really all you have to say?”

Before I could respond, her hand shot out, gripping my testicles with surprising force. Pain shot through me, and my eyes widened in shock.

“Now go to the front of the class,” she said as her grip let go.

My legs were trembling, and the only thing keeping me from falling was the desk in front of me. My mind was consumed with the throbbing ache in my groin.

“I said go to the front of the class,” she repeated, her voice sharp, leaving no room for defiance.

I could barely move, my legs trembling as I stumbled forward. The rhythmic sound of her heels clicking against the floor echoed in my ears as she returned to her desk.

“Pants off,” she commanded me as I stood before the class.

I hesitated for a second, but her dominant stare left no room for refusal. My fingers trembled as they found the zipper of my jeans. I started pulling them down, not understanding what made me follow her commands. Fear, I thought, but there was something else, something that awakened in me that day. I actually enjoyed being dominated. The uncertainty of what came next sent electric pulses through my body, making my hands move almost independently of my will.

She could make me do anything.

“Oh… You actually are small down there… Even smaller than I expected. To be honest, I’ve never seen a more pathetic excuse of manhood.”

She laughs. The class giggles. I heard girls laughing as my dick started twitching on those words.

“Owww… Your little pee-pee is enjoying it when I mention its inadequate size,” my teacher said. “Spread your legs, boy.”

My body immediately obeyed her order. I didn’t know what she was about to do, but I felt anxiety as my subconscious mind already knew what was about to happen next…

“Let’s see if it also likes this,” she whispered into my ear as her knee was crushing my testicles with brutal force.

I immediately fell to the floor. I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that on my way there, my face briefly pressed against her chest. I lay there naked, on the floor, crying, as the entire class watched. I thought she actually popped my balls.

“Let’s see how your balls are doing,” she forcefully spread my legs, so my junk was for everyone to see once again. “They’re fine.”

She slapped them hard for emphasis.

“You will count down from ten,” she said, her voice sweet yet playful, “and after each number, I’m going to slap you. For every second of hesitation, the force doubles. Understood? I mean, the game started already. Better start counting now if you don’t want to get castrated from just this one slap.”

10… SLAP

I squirmed. The pain was unbearable. I thought she actually crushed them this time.”

They’re fine,” I heard her sweet voice. “Better continue, though…”

9… SLAP

I was breathing heavily.

8… SLAP

Tears streamed down my face.

7… SLAP

6… SLAP

I rushed through the numbers, desperate to end the torment.

5… SLAP

“We are halfway through.” Her sweet voice entered my ears.

4… SLAP

My entire body was shaking.

3… SLAP

I don’t know how I managed to speak at this point.

2… SLAP

“Just one more left.” I heard her innocent voice.

1… PUNCH

I was lying there in pain for a few minutes, completely humiliated, holding my balls.

“Let’s use this incident as a lesson for all the girls on how to handle disrespectful boys. And boys, this is the power women have over you. This might happen to you if you arouse their anger.”

I heard her voice through the pain. I could hear heels clicking as she walked around the class.

“In fact, many girls withhold the power they have over men because they are afraid they might damage their testicles. However, as you can see, testicles can withstand quite a lot of damage before they break… Unlike the man attached to them…”

The girls in class are giggling and laughing. The boys are nervous.

“I believe men were born to be slaves of women,” she declared, her voice taking on a lecturing tone. “Physically stronger than us, making them perfect for doing all the hard labor for us. Yet they possess a fatal weakness, an easily accessible vulnerability that gives us ultimate control. It allows us to enforce obedience… and provides endless amusement as they crumble before us, reduced to tears by a single well-placed kick. Now I’ll demonstrate the fundamental power imbalance encoded in human biology itself. Stand up, boy.”

I didn’t want to be caught off guard again, but I also feared her anger. Besides, I just could not resist the dominance in her voice.

“Are your balls better now?”

The sweetness in her mocking voice almost could relieve my pain. Almost…

“Anyway… Spread your legs for me again, boy.”

My body obeyed her, even though my legs were shaking as if I was about to fall again.

“Good boy.”

Her praising words send a shiver of submission through me. I wanted more, even though I knew how humiliating this was.

“Th… Thank… Thank you, mistress,” I cried to the amusement of my teacher.

“So let’s begin our little demonstration,” she said as she lifted her skirt to the excitement of all the boys sitting there.

The sight of her red panties made my dick and balls happy even through the pain. Which in turn made me even more vulnerable and submissive.

“Now try grabbing between my legs.”

Without hesitation, I reached forward, my fingers pressing against her through the thin fabric. The moment I made contact, the earlier pain in my groin faded into insignificance. She was already wet, her arousal evident beneath my trembling fingers.

“Squeeze as hard as you can,” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin. “Don’t be shy. Show us all your strength. Even though it is a bit painful,” she murmured. “I am still standing. Which can’t be said about you…”

I didn’t realize when she grabbed my balls, but now I was on my knees in front of her, making sounds I didn’t know I could. In that moment of utter submission, I truly realized the absolute power women held over me.

“Please, let me go…” I begged through my tears. “I will do anything for you. I will be a good boy now. I won’t ever disrespect you – or any woman – again.”

She released me. “See, girls? This is how you handle perverted men, or just any man who disobeys you in any way. Don’t worry about their balls. They are not as easy to pop. Besides, even if they do, it is not a significant loss… At least not for you, shrimp dick.”

The girls giggled at the terror of all the boys.

“So I want every girl to practice ballbusting now,” she announced.

I froze…

My eyes widened in terror as I didn’t even start recovering.

“Calm down,” my teacher continued with a cruel smile, “it won’t be just your balls. Boys, I did not give any of you permission to stare at my panties as when I lifted my skirt,” I heard her strict voice.

A collective shudder passed through the boys. We understood exactly what that meant. All the boys felt the terror as they realized this also applies to them and their balls.

Desks and chairs were moved to the corner of the room to make space for the activities, the boys reluctantly doing so. The girls with excited grins on their faces.

Now I want you all to partner up, I want as many boy - girl pairings as we can manage

The girls hungrily sized up their targets.

That night, I lay in my bed. The aching in my balls served as a constant reminder of the ballbusting I received from my teacher and some female classmates. Each throb brought back memories of my teacher’s dominance and the undeniable power women held over me. The best way to ensure submission is to keep them in chastity and allow only edging. Eventually, they will beg you for more kicks just to be allowed to cum.”

My teacher’s final lesson echoed in my mind.

The End.

* * *

My teacher became the dean.

A year ago, my former high school teacher, Mrs. Olivia Flynn, was appointed dean of the college. She immediately began to implement her new rules.

Word spread quickly: everyone knew I was the dean's personal boy toy.

My balls and I were at the mercy of every woman here. Everyone could tell how desperate and horny I was from the chastity cage Mrs. Flynn made me wear.

"Hi, bitch boy!" Monica approached with a group of nervous freshmen girls who were learning the rules of the college. She was one of my classmates back at high school. Thanks to her natural unapologetic dominance she quickly become Mrs. Flynn's favorite. Even though she loved being harsh with me, she exactly knew which strings to pull to get my devotion.

"Hello, Mistress!" I replied. Every male student must now address every woman as "mistress" or "goddess," even fellow students. "What do you wish...?" Her hand slipped beneath my shorts; she grabbed my testicles and made me breathless from her crushing squeeze.

"Take your pants off and get on your knees, slut," she commanded, and I dropped instantly.

"Now lick my pussy, bitch-boy." She ordered, pulling her panties down and lifting her skirt.

I was met with the view of her pussy. The scent of her slit mixed with her sweat perfume entered my nose as my face leaned closer. A shiver of arousal rippled through my body as I felt her warmth with my tongue. I began to lick and kiss her pussy gently, focused solely on bringing her pleasure. I felt like a perfect, obedient slut, helplessly grinding my locked cock against her feet.

She stomped on my blue balls with her feet. The nylon stretched over her skin. She was wearing a pair of black stockings that made me want to worship every curve of her legs.

"Keep licking, loser," she said, squeezing harder with her feet. I felt the weight of her other leg on my shoulder and felt her thigh pressed against my cheek, her dominant blue eyes flashing down at me as I was looking up to meet her gaze. I was reminded of my place as the new girls watched the scene with a combination of shock and excitement. They were observing and learning about the rules of this place. This was Olivia's plan - to empower the girls to take control and learn to dominate men and to teach boys their natural place.

I kept licking; the salty tang of her wetness was hitting my tongue. I loved her smell, especially after such a long denial. The shivers of arousal I was getting from worshiping her pussy made my chastity cage feel much tighter. The motion of my tongue was circular, now quickened. I could hear the faint, involuntary gasp that escaped her lips, her eyes foggy now - filled with pleasure. She bit her lower lip.

"Aww... Uhhh... Awww..." she growled, the sound low and throaty. She pressed her foot harder onto my swollen balls, getting closer and closer to her climax. She was breathing harder, her entire body overwhelmed with pleasure. The pain in my balls grew unbearably sharp.

"Uh... Aw... Uhh... Yaa... Ahh... Awwwwww..." She finally reached climax, her toes squeezing my balls with a crushing force. Tears escaped both of our eyes - for opposite reasons, though. Still on my knees, I tried to massage my aching balls lightly.

"You've been a good boy," she whispeared, her voice filled with satisfaction, sending shivers down my spine, a little praise for my submission, her eyes soft and still foggy, a short moment of vulnaribility she decided to share with me. She took a deep breath, her eyes dominant and focused again.

"This is Gerry; he is designated to be free-use. You can do whatever you want to him except make him cum, as he is wearing a small pink chastity cage, perfect for his small pee-pee. " Giggles

"You can, of course, kick any boy's balls whenever you feel like it, but this one's reserved for some extra fun. Also, don't worry about whether you pop his balls; it's not as easy; besides, they're basically worthless." She smiled mischievously.

"So... Could I try something..." One of the girls asked, blushing as she lowered her gaze.

"Yes, of course, Kim," Monica replied with a warm and encouraging smile.

"Could you... like, stand, spread your legs, and close your eyes?. I'd always wanted to check something." Kim asked me politely, her voice trembling with nervous excitement. I could tell she was shy, but the smile tugging at her lips made her look endearing.

Kim's black mullet fell to her shoulders, framing a dark oversized tee tucked into short black jeans, with a stark red belt fastened around her waist. Black nylon stockings ran up to her thighs, ending in chunky boots. Her eyes were lined with dark eyeliner, but she didn't wear any other makeup.

"Yes, of course he can." Monica said, her eyes narrowing in a commanding stare. I followed Kim's order despite pulsing pain between my legs. My body was automatically responding to the wishes of any woman at university at this point in my training.

I closed my eyes.

KICK

I felt overwhelming pain exploding in my groin as I dropped to the floor, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Kim's eyes widened, panic flashing across her face. "I... I'm sorry," she cried, her voice trembling between embarrassment and excitement. "I didn't mean to hurt you so much. I had no idea that balls are this sensitive..." There was pity underneath the guilt in her voice, yet she couldn't conceal a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes sparked with fire, a thrill of dominance flickering within them. It was clear that something had awakened in her.

"Owww... You're so cute, Kim," I heard Monica's soft and kind voice, "but there is no need to worry about this loser's balls," her voice mocking and harsh now as she referred to my testicles, her hand raising. "As I said, they're practically useless."

She delivered a sharp slap on my swollen balls to emphasize her point, then her fingers began to gently fold my testicles, her soft touch rewarding me for my obedience.

"May I try?" Kim asked with curiosity in her voice.

"Yeah, of course..." I replied, Monica's grip tightened, reminding me who's in charge, "mistress," I gasped.

Kim's hands explored my balls, her fingers gently fondling and playing with them.

"Is this enjoyable?" She asked politely. I nodded. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with a noticeable arousal. She started squeezing lightly.

"How about this?" she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "Yeah, it's nice..." My eyes widened in shock as she increased the strength of her grip significantly, her fingers digging deep into my balls. "I think you forgot a word," she whispered, her voice low and teasing. I saw a spark of dominance in her now whimsical eyes. "I'm sorry, Mistress," I gasped. She let go, leaving me breathless and aching.

"Good boy." A shiver of submission went through my body as a playful giggle escaped her lips.

"Ehm... I think we should continue our little tour, shall we?" I heard Monica's voice.

Kim cheeks flushed red as she realized we were being watched by a group of girls, some with giggles, others with arousal, and a few with blank expressions.

"Ye... Yes, we can continue," Kim said, her eyes downcast in embarrassment. She returned to her shy and innocent shell.

"You did a great job," Monica added, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You can play with him later if you'd like. If you have any questions about domination, feel free to ask," she said with a warm smile. She seemed to be happy that Kim had embraced her dominant side. In that moment I felt deeply connected with Monica; we both shared the same goal: to empower girls like Kim to confidently take charge.

"I have one last fun idea, though," Monica said, her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Let's put him naked in a locker in the ladies' changing room." Gulp.

A Lesson in Subtraction

 A Lesson in Subtraction, by Burst

**castration**

Math was never my best subject. Even the simple stuff in elementary school gave me trouble so by 9th grade Algebra I was pretty much lost. Concentrating was hard, made even more difficult by my teacher, Mrs. Klein. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. 5'7", 120 lbs, long black hair, well tanned skin, toned body, and always wore silky blouses, short skirts, and high heels. She was absolutely...

"Are you paying attention?"

"What?"

"I asked you which numbers in this set are prime."

"Umm... 2, 4, 6..."

"Could you stay a few minutes after class?"

When the bell rang, I approached Mrs. Klein at her desk. She got right to the point.

"I've noticed you've been having difficulty in class lately. You've failed the last three tests, which puts you in danger of failing for the semester."

"I know, but it's just so hard. I don't understand..."

"It's ok," said Mrs. Klein. "I want to help. Perhaps some after school tutoring?"

"Okay."

"Wonderful. Be at my home at 4:00 this afternoon. 431 Burdeshaw St." Her home? Wow.

That afternoon, I flew over there, arriving at 3:40. I rang the bell several times, before Mrs. Klein finally answered. She was wet, wearing only a silky white robe that barely reached the top of her knees.

"You're early," she said.

"I'm sorry. Just eager to learn, I guess."

"That's ok," she said. "Come on in." I walked in and sat down on the couch.

"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked. "A Coke?"

"Sure."

Mrs. Klein walked into the kitchen, returning moments later with Coke in hand. She held it out for me to take, but before I could grab it, the glass slipped from her hand, landing in my lap and splattering Coke everywhere.

"OH!" she exclaimed. "I am so sorry!" Mrs. Klein ran to the kitchen, grabbed some paper towels, and began wiping at my crotch with them, causing an instant and full erection.

"Your pants and shirt are soaked," she said. "I'm so sorry. I'll wash them for you. Let me have them."

"Just... take them off?" I asked nervously.

"I'll find something for you to put on," she said. "But yes, go ahead and get them off." I slowly took off my shirt and then my pants. Her eyes instantly locked on my crotch, making me blush, but also causing my hard-on to throb even more.

"Your underwear are soaked," she said. "I'd better wash them too. Take them off in the bathroom, while I find something for you to put on." I went to the bathroom and slipped off my underwear. A minute later, Mrs. Klein came to the door. I opened it a crack, and she tossed in a light blue very-worn barely knee-length bathrobe.

"Sorry, that's all I have," she said. "There haven't been any men's clothes in this house since my husband left last year... and I think you might be a little too masculine for one of my skirts. Hee, hee." I walked out and nervously handed her my wet underwear. She took them to the laundry room as I returned to the living room and sat down on the couch. Almost immediately, the robe fell open and my penis was exposed. I quickly put it back in and retied the belt. Seconds later, Mrs. Klein returned and sat down next to me on the couch.

"Well, let's get started," she said. "We can go over some basics first, then work some problems. Just read along with me for now." Mrs. Klein placed the Algebra book in her lap and opened it. As she read aloud, I stared at the pages... for a couple of seconds, then my eyes wandered down her beautiful tan legs. They were so firm and tone, I knew she must work out...

"So do you understand all that?"

"I'm... not sure."

"That's ok," she said. "Maybe reading it isn't the best way for you to learn. But I'll find something that motivates you. Let's set the book aside for a second." Mrs. Klein slid the book off her lap to the side, which caused her robe to fall open, exposing her bush. I couldn't help but to stare in awe and suddenly, my erection burst forth from my robe. Mrs. Klein gasped and covered herself, as I looked away, my face a burning red.

"I see what motivates you now," she said.

"I'm... so sorry," I said, almost hysterically. "I... I..."

"It's ok," she said. "Maybe we can use this... as long as it remains our little secret. Promise?"

"Yes ma'am," I said. Mrs. Klein slipped her hand into my robe and began fondling my penis and testicles.

"Like that?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," I said, blushing again.

"Well, you'll get more," she said, removing her hand. "When you learn Algebra. Now let's get started." Mrs. Klein showed me how to work a few more problems, then asked me to work one on my own.

"That's correct," she said, as I finished my problem. Mrs. Klein lowered her head, and wrapped her lips around my penis, sucking it for just a few seconds before coming back up.

"Now let's work another," she said. I did the next problem.

"I'm sorry," she said. "That's not it." Mrs. Klein reached into my robe again, grabbed my balls, and began squeezing.

"AAAGGGHH!"

"That's what you get when you miss one," she said, releasing my nuts. "I think it's quite a motivator. Let's try another." I worked another problem, and once again I was wrong. This time, she slapped my sack, causing me to double over in pain.

"You'd better start picking this up faster," she said. "That is, if you ever want to have children." I worked another problem. This time, I was correct. She pulled open her robe, exposing her breasts, and allowed me to suck them for a moment.

This is how it went for the next couple of weeks. Every afternoon, I'd come over and we'd work problems for about an hour. When I was wrong, she kicked, slapped, squeezed, and otherwise tortured my genitals. But when I was right, I was given handjobs, blowjobs, and allowed to pleasure her in many ways, although never with intercourse.

Finally, test time came. I did my work with confidence then took the paper to her desk.

"Come over after school," she whispered softly. "And I'll grade it."

That afternoon, I went to Mrs. Klein's house. As was the routine now, I went in, removed my clothes, put on my robe, and joined her in the living room. She was sitting on the couch, wearing only her robe and holding my paper. Next to her was a device I'd never seen before. Some kind of large vice-grips.

"Time for the moment of truth," she said. "Take off your robe." I slipped off the robe and walked over to Mrs. Klein. She guided me to the vice grips, and slipped my testicles inside.

"What are you doing?!" I asked.

"As you know, if you miss 20 questions on this test, you fail," she said. "So I've calibrated these vice grips mathematically, so on the 20th turn, the pressure will be enough to rupture your testicles."

"WHAT?!" I screamed. "NO!"

"Don't think you'll pass?" she asked. "If you're not confident, I'll release you... but then, you won't get your reward if you pass."

"Reward?" I asked.

"Oh yes," she said, seductively. "Hot sweaty sex, pure and simple. Your throbbing cock thrusting in and out of my wet hot pussy... till you fill me with your sweet young cum. Would you like that?"

"Yes ma'am," I said, now fully erect, despite my balls being in the vice.

"Good," she said. "Let's begin." Mrs. Klein began grading my paper. The first problem I missed was #7. As she marked it in red, she gave the wheel on the vice grips a turn, causing an increase in pressure to my balls. It didn't really hurt... yet. By the tenth twist, I was standing there in agony.

"You're not doing as well as I thought," she sighed. "You know who you remind me of?"

"Who?" I asked, whimpering.

"Oops... missed two more," she said. She gave the wheel two more twists.

"AGGGHH!" I groaned.

"As I was saying, you remind me of my ex-husband." She gave the wheel another twist.

"He was always a dense one..." She twisted it again.

"He never listened to me. No matter how many times I explained something, he just didn't get it." Mrs. Klein twisted the wheel two more times.

"Nope, he never cared what I had to say. To him, I was just a hot body..." Mrs. Klein twisted the wheel for the 17th time.

"He didn't care that I had an IQ of nearly 180, or that I had a master's degree... oh no. All he cared about was sex!"

"Mrs. Klein," I groaned. "Please... UUUGHH! Stop!"

"That's the only way I could communicate with him," she said, twisting the wheel again. "I wanted to castrate him, just to see if it made him any smarter." She turned the wheel for the 19th time, and I squealed in agony. My balls were practically flat, and I could tell they were ready to pop.

"It'll be interesting to see if you make better grades after I bust your fucking nuts" she growled. "I... hmmm... seems you only missed 19."

"Thank God," I groaned.

"Oh wait," she said with a sadistic smile. "You forgot to show your work on #39. That's means you lose another two... and I'm not just talking about points!" Mrs. Klein had an evil gleeful look on her face as she gave the wheel a final twist.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as my testicles popped.

Mrs. Klein released me from the grips and I fell to the floor, where I lay writhing in agony. She laughed triumphantly and began kicking at what was left of my manhood.

Kate - The English Teacher

 Kate - The English Teacher, by Unknown

"Give me your book, there's a good boy"

Her voice was almost a purr. Kate took the writing book from his trembling finger. Looking down she could hardly be bothered to read the words he had written, her mind was already on the course of events to follow. She flipped the page back and forth, checking what she already knew, that he had only managed to write one and a half pages. Her distractions and been completely successful, keeping him from any semblance of concentrated effort. Kate looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "It seems that you have wasted the whole morning Rick. I can see no evidence of any proper effort and you have not even started question three. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Rick dropped his eyes and his face colored up an even deeper red. "I... I.. d' don't know, miss. I know them I j' just couldn't do them in time "Rick’s    voice trailed off into silence. He bent his head and began to shuffle his feet. Kate spoke sharply to him. "Stand straight and look at me when I am talking to you. Do you mean to tell me that you have no excuse for this work"? Rick quickly raised his head, looking shocked at the sharp rebuke of his English Teacher. It was the first time he had heard her use that tone of voice. "I' I'm sorry miss "Rick could hardly speak. His legs were trembling as he watched her sit back in her chair. Her eyes never left his as she deliberately folded her hands across her lap.

"Look at me and listen carefully Rick. I have great faith in your ability to do good work. This morning you have chosen not to and I don't know why. You yourself have admitted that you have no excuse, is that correct? "Rick was trembling visibly as he began to answer. "I'm sorry miss, I promise I won't do it again" Kate leaned forward and looked deep into his eyes. "I am afraid Rick that your behaviour will have to be corrected. I intend you to become a well-educated young man whether you like it or not. I am very sorry but I am going to have to punish you "Kate leaned back and slowly opened the center draw. She took out the long rattan cane and placed it on the desktop. Inwardly she was delighted by the shocked expression, which appeared on the boy's face as the cane came into his view.

"B. but m' mmiss"

Rick stammered as tears began to form in his eyes. Kate quickly interrupted him.

"I'm sorry young man, but it's for your own good. Go over to your desk and undress, quickly now, I don't want to waste the rest of the day" Rick was unable to move; the words shocked him. He could hardly believe this beautiful young woman was going to humiliate him. He began to tremble from head to foot, hardly able to put one foot in front of the other as he stumbled back to his desk. He turned to her, his voice pleading.

"But.. miss" Kate found it difficult to keep the thrill of excitement out of her voice as she spoke sternly to her young charge. "If you delay any more Rick I will double your punishment"

She watched with satisfaction as his trembling fingers started to undo the buttons of his jacket." Come along Rick everything off... quickly now "Kate stood up taking several ribbons of soft leather from the draw and placing them on top of the desk. She closed the draw and moved to side of her desk. She watched intently as the boy undressed. He had taken off his jacket and shirt and laid them on the seat of his chair. He was naked above the waist but seemed reluctant to unbutton his trousers.

"Take your shoes and socks off before your trousers... quickly now, I have warned you"

Kate’s voice was stern. Her words seemed to have the desired effect as Rick bent over and removed his shoes and socks." Come along... drop your trousers “Tears were rolling down his cheeks as Rick undid the buttons of his trousers and pushed them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and placed them on top of his clothes on the desk. Kate felt an involuntary shiver run through her body as she watched the young boy stand up in just his underpants. “Right young man come and stand in front of me" Kate pulled up the chair and sat on it, slowly removing her left shoe from her foot, and waited for Rick to stand in front of her. He was clutching the waistband of his underpants as if they might fall. His whole body trembled with fear, his face flushed a deep red as he stood before her. “Drop your pants Rick and stand with your legs apart in front of me “ Rick’s humiliation was complete as he stood in front of his beautiful young teacher. He looked up to her face as if to plead with her once more. Kate lifted her left foot and gently stroked and nudged the boy’s pecker, "Be a brave boy Rick I have to do this for your own good". Kate’s toe rose upon the head of his penis, she slided her index toe over the head and flattened the entire length of his penis on his belly with her high arched sole.

Her voice was soft, almost tender as she ran her toe fingers gently down the side of his penis, along the length and up on his pubic section.  "Take your hands away and place them by your sides. Stand up straight and look at me" Kate looked down at his genitals as he reluctantly tried to uncover himself. She raised the tip of his penis with her toe thumb examining it.”I want you to look at me Rick" Kate’s voice was now gentle and soothing. saying that and realizing that Rick’s penis was fully tensed as she removed her foot from her penis. Kate got up and walked up to her desk. "I am going to give you six strokes with a cane on your bare bottom and I want you to take it like a man. No nonsense, otherwise I will increase it to twelve. Because you are new to punishment I am going to secure you. So bend over the desk" She opened the drawer and took out the cane and ribbons. Rick shivered. Kate turned him around to face her desk; placing the flat of her palm against his tummy she bent him over until his chest was pressed flat against the top of the desk. Bending on one knee behind him she boldly stoked her fingers up the inside of his thighs, making him spread his legs.

"Please miss." Rick stammered.

"It's no good pleading Rick, my mind is made up. Now get those legs apart"

Quickly Kate took the ribbons and tied them around his ankles, fastening the ends of the soft leather to the legs of the desk. She then moved to the other side of her desk and took his wrists, pulled his arms forward and deftly bound the wrists together. She attached the other end of the soft leather to the handle of the center draw.

Kate heard the boy mumble an affirmative reply as she moved back around the desk to stand behind his naked body. Although she had not bound him tightly she was well aware that he would not be able to move his bottom more than a few inches.. She stood back admiring her handiwork. Rick’s chest was pressed flat against the inlaid leather top with his head turned to one side and his legs spread widely apart. Kate relaxed as she examined the naked boy stretched before her. She noted his firm buttocks as she bent forward to look between his outstretched legs. His penis hung down below his testicles, which she noticed were tightly encased in the scrotum as if he were cold. She moved forward and placed a hand on each buttock gently pulling them apart. She heard the boy gasp as she ran her forefinger down the crease of the buttocks and over the sensitive sphincter. “Right my boy, get that bottom up, come along up on your toes. “She watched as he obediently straightened his legs and pushed his bottom upwards. Kate felt a quiver of excitement run through her body. She was aware that the boy could not raise his bottom any higher, but could not resist the prospect of increasing his embarrassment.

"Come along you can do better than that". Gently she cupped his scrotum and carefully squeezed his testicles, pulling the scrotum backwards towards her. She thrilled once more as he gasped with shock at the intimate way she handled him. Keeping hold of his testicles she delicately encircled his penis with the finger and thumb of her other hand and pushed the foreskin upwards, uncovering the sensitive glans." Come along get it up further, there's a good boy" Rick could do nothing but mumble. She noted that his face, which was turned to the side, was covered in one deep blush. Letting go of him she stood back and once more took up her position. Taking the cane she lowered it so that the tip rested on the center of his buttocks. Rick quaked visibly as the cold rattan touched his flesh. Delicately she stroked the cane up and down over the cheeks of his bottom. She felt the smooth cotton of her blouse rub against her nipples, which were already hard with desire. “Come along Rick keep it up “With these words she abruptly raised the cane and brought it down hard across the very center of his bottom. The effect was electric, his shoulders heaved as he strained to straighten up and his mouthed opened wide in a grimace of anguish."Arrrggghhh.. arggghhh" Rick groaned as the pain of the stroke seared through his body. Through the deluge of pure anguish he heard her voice softly whisper. “That was number one “His shoulders quivered as he felt her tap the under-part of his buttocks. “Get your bottom up, I shall not tell you again" Her voice was now firmer and huskier. “Come along now “Rick strained to push his bottom upwards at the same time trying to clench his buttocks together as if somehow to protect the sensitive flesh. "Don't you dare clench your buttocks" With all the will power he could muster, Rick forced himself to relax his buttocks. No sooner had the flesh relaxed a second stroke bit into his tender flesh. He tried to rear up but could not move his hands. His whole body seemed helplessly pinioned to the desk. He cried out loudly, his throat almost constricted with the effects of the pain.

"Arrggghhh.. arrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh."" That was number two “Kate’s voice was soft, almost a murmer. Without warning Rick heard the swish of the cane as once more it sliced though the air. He could not believe the intensity of the pain as the bony rattan cane bit deep into his flesh."Arrggghhh.. arrggghhhhhh.. arrgggggggghhhhh" Kate squeezed her legs together as she felt a thrill run through her body. She pressed her hand between her legs and breathing deeply waited for the feeling to subside. She watched as Rick thrashed his bottom from side to side. Three bright red weals delineated his quivering buttocks." Get that bottom up Rick "She said firmly as she raised the cane once more. “That was number three and you have three more to come" For the fourth stroke she sliced the cane down across the top of his buttocks. 'Thwack'. She delighted in the satisfying sound of the cane as it bit once more into his soft flesh. She watched delightedly as he threw his head back and screamed."Arrgggggggghhh hhhhhhhhh arrrgggg gggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh"" That was number four “Her words were barely audible as without respite she raised the cane again and brought it down hard. Rick was beside himself with pain as once more, the bony rattan cane bit into his bottom. This time Kate had aimed carefully for the tender under-part of his buttocks. Her aim had been true and she watched his body quiver uncontrollably as he tried to rid himself of the pain

"Arrrgghrgggggghhhhh.... Arrrggggggghhhh oooooohhhhhh" Rick screamed, his flesh felt as if it was on fire. His body was quivering uncontrollably his mouth wide open as he fought for breath." That was number five, you have one more to come. Kate was not sure that she had managed to keep the excitement out of her voice as mercilessly she raised her arm for the sixth and final stroke. She aimed for the center of his bottom and brought the cane down hard, watching as if in slow motion the wicked rattan cane strike his flesh. His flesh seemed to envelop the bamboo as it bit deep into his buttocks. The effect of the last stroke was beyond anything Rick could have imagined. His whole body stiffened for an instance as if had been electrocuted. He tossed his head back and screamed. "Argggghhhh arrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... arrrggggggggggggggghhhhh." Tears streamed down his cheeks as he tried to escape his bindings. His whole body was writhing in agony. "Arrrggggghhhhhh..arrggggggghhhhhh...ooooohhhhhhhh. Please misss.. misss n'nnoo more." He shook uncontrollably as the pain coursed through his body.

 

"Pleeeeeeese misssss" He was near to fainting as he tried to form his words.

"Pleeeaaase... miss, no more" Kate smiled with satisfaction as she laid down the cane. She leaned over his quivering naked body and gently stroked her hand over his shoulders.

"There my boy, it's all over now. Try and relax... there's a good boy. Softly her fingers trailed over his back and down over his upturned bottom.

 

"There, there now, it's all over now, just relax" She pulled up the chair near him lifted her leg and deftly rubbed his scrotum with her foot delicately running it over Rick’s penis. She spread her toes and clenched his rim between her toes, pushing the foreskin back over the glans and squeezing the timid flesh between her toe fingers. Pulling the foreskin down again she began to move her foot up and down in a milking motion. She heard Rick gasp as she cleverly manipulated his penis with her foot. She slowly increased the tempo of her ministrations as she felt his penis begin to stiffen. Rick gasped as she tightened her toe grip on his penis and pushed the foreskin back as far as it would go. She punctuated the stroking of his penis by gently squeezing and nudging his testicles in a similar rhythm with her other foot. Rick’s emotions were in turmoil his breathing heavy and labored. He felt totally trapped and humiliated as she cleverly aroused him. She worked diligently, ignoring the moans and groans of the naked boy. Abruptly she let go his testicles and slided her toe up between the crease of his buttocks. Locating the sphincter, she pushed her toe thumb in, teasing the delicate membranes around the opening. With great care she inserted her toe into the orifice, insidiously probing until she felt the sphincter dilate. Without warning she pushed her toe firmly up into his bottom at the same time pushing the foreskin of his penis back with her toe grip, fully exposing the glans. She ignored the boy's gasps as she quickly located Rick’s prostate gland. With her toe rubbing inside him she stoked the prostate with her toe fingers, feeling his penis throb between her toe grip. Rick’s whole body was trembling, his body wracked with emotion as his English Tutor who looked like Kate Winslet of Titanic fame, expertly brought him to new heights of sexual sensation. Feeling his penis throb uncontrollable between her toes, Kate quickly shoved her toe deeper into his bottom, increasing the tempo of her foot strokes. She squeezed his penis between her toes as hard as she could. She smiled with satisfaction as the boy moaned uncontrollably. A jet of semen erupted from the tip of his penis onto the carpet below. Kate moved her foot up and down the shaft of his penis with increased speed. Rick shook with emotion as she relentlessly milked him of every last drop of semen. He felt drained as her foot slowed and her grip relaxed. Kate extracted her toe from his bottom and rubbed her toe on his scrotum for a while . She squeezed her toes between her toes firmly watching the last drops of milky white semen escape from the tip of his penis.

"There.. there, just you relax, while I fetch the maids to attend to you" chuckled Kate.