The School Mistress - Part I

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The School Mistress – Part I – another erotic bedtime story by Catherine

All characters in this story are fictitious and the naughty schoolboy is, of course, over the age of 18. Perhaps if he’d paid more attention to his school work and less attention to his school mistress, he may not have been kept behind…

Some people – older, sophisticated people – might wonder how a school mistress in a boys’ boarding school could afford such sharp Italian suits, such fine hand-made shoes, but the boys in her charge could only watch, entranced. Those same people (cynics, shall we call them?) might wonder what exactly it is she teaches? Perhaps it’s English literature – she does read excerpts from books – literature she calls it. “Smut” those cynics might call it.

On this particular day the boys were not thinking of these things at all. Half of them were barely aware she was even reading to them. They merely drank her in with their eyes, inhaled her fragrance and absorbed her essence through their very pores. It was the last lesson of the day and the warm spring sunshine and the mesmerizing tone of her voice made all the boys feel sleepy. Well, sleepy except for one particular part of their bodies. That part was very much awake! The School Mistress would always wear her hair tightly coiled around her head. The boys would wonder how it would look loose and tumbled around her shoulders. It was the subject of many a masturbatory fantasy as they lay in the dormitory at night. In fact, it would only take one of the boys to mention the School Mistress for all the cocks to stand to attention as the boys lay in their narrow little beds. So it was that some of the daydreaming boys were a little startled when the Mistress asked for a volunteer. One boy in particular was so startled that he quickly took his hand away from his hard little cock (where it had been “resting”) and raised it above his head without even knowing what he was volunteering for. “Congratulations – you’re now the Pickup Monitor” he heard the Mistress say as she smiled at him. “Pickup Monitor? What’s that?” The other boys laughed as the new Monitor’s face turned beet red. “Well,” said the Mistress “If you’d been listening instead of daydreaming, you would know. You must watch me very closely and every time I drop something on the floor you must get down and pick up up for me – think you can manage that?” The boy was fairly certain he could manage the first part, and the second would surely follow. The new Pickup Monitor didn’t have long to wait to begin his duties. The School Mistress dropped a pencil on the floor as she sat on the edge of her desk, reading aloud, and the boy immediately fell to his knees to pick it up. Of course in that position, he couldn’t help but notice her beautiful feet and ankles in their high-heeled stilettos. From there his eyes naturally travelled upward just as, coincidentally, the Mistress crossed her lovely legs. The sight made his already hard cock grow perceptibly and his face reddened. His face and his cock remained in the same state for the rest of the lesson. When the lesson ended, all he wanted to do was to leave and take care of the situation in his pants. However, the School Mistress had other ideas and made him stay after the other boys had left. The other boys whispered to each other – jealous that he’d been singled out and envied him being alone with the Mistress. “Now then you grubby little boy – I saw you looking up my legs when you were picking up that pencil. I hope you’re not going to take advantage of your new position? I hope you’re not going to make a habit of such behaviour? In any case, you must be punished.” “Yes Miss” said the boy, wondering what the punishment might be. The Mistress had a habit of leaving a long, slim cane lying on her desk as she read to the boys. This cane was the stuff of legend. Every boy knew someone, who knew someone who’d been caned by the Mistress and many tales were told about these canings, but no one seemed to have had any first-hand (or should that be bottom?) experience. “I was going to cane you – but that might be a little harsh for a first offence. I’ve decided that instead you will wear these…” With that the Mistress pulled out a pair of very pink and very frilly panties from her desk drawer. “The next time you come to class you will wear these under your uniform – they will remind you of how you must conduct yourself.” The boy swallowed hard. This was bad. This was humiliating. Still, it could have been much worse – no one need know. He was about to turn away when the Mistress spoke again. “Not so fast, young man. I want to see you put them on – just to make sure you don’t disobey me.” “What?” said the boy “You mean you want me to drop my pants and put these on here?” “That’s exactly what I mean!” said the Mistress with a wicked gleam in her eye. The boy’s face reddened even more as he reluctantly dropped his pants. Now the Mistress would see his secret (or not-so-secret) hard-on. As if in response to this thought, his traitorous little cock became even harder at the thought of being seen by the Mistress. The boy hung his head in shame as he struggled to get the frilly panties over his unruly penis as the Mistress coolly watched his every move. He stood there for a moment as she gazed openly at his cock, bulging from the tight panties. “That will do for now” she said “You are dismissed.” The boy quickly pulled on his pants and scampered from the room, breathing a sigh of relief.

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