The School Mistress – Part II

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The School Mistress – Part II – 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…

The next day the boy was in class as usual, but wearing the panties under his school uniform. He was finding the experience quite enjoyable. He’d had a most satisfying dream the previous night. In this dream the Mistress had been wearing the panties before removing them and passing them to him. The panties were still warm and the boy had pressed them to his face before putting them on himself. Yes. A MOST satisfying dream… He woke from his reverie at the sound of something falling to the floor. The boy was immediately on his knees but found his eyes drawn to the sight of the Mistress’s shoe, dangling negligently from her toes. His nose was close enough to detect the aroma of the Mistress’s highly-arched foot, mingled with the scent of her silk stocking and leather shoe. He inhaled deeply and felt pleasure seep through his body – right to his hard little cock! He fumbled around on the floor for the dropped pencil without taking his eyes from the Mistress’s foot, unless it was to look as far as he could up her skirt. The way her legs were crossed, if he tried really hard, he could just see the edge of her stocking-top. A sharp tap from the tip of the School Mistress’s cane brought him back to reality and he was able to retrieve the pencil and return to his seat. It was far from a comfortable seat, however. The boy’s cock was so hard, so insistent, that he was unable to resist the temptation to touch himself. This, of course, only made the situation worse! As did the sight of the Mistress pacing back and forth, cane in hand, as she read aloud from a slightly risque French novel. She tapped the cane lightly against her leg as she walked and the boy was, once again, lost in erotic reverie.

At the end of the lesson the boy was told to stay behind. He trembled as he stood before the Mistress. “Well? Did you follow my instructions?” “Yes, Miss, I did.” said the boy. “Then drop your pants and let me see!” The boy did as he was told – again feeling the shame of having his little hard penis so exposed but also excited by the sensation of wearing the pink panties. “That’s very good,” said the Mistress “but I’m afraid you will have to be punished again for your behaviour today. I saw what you were doing – I saw you touching yourself – and that behaviour is simply unacceptable in my classroom!” Now the boy was young and inexperienced, but not stupid, and it occurred to him that if the School Mistress really didn’t want boys to become aroused, then perhaps HER behaviour (not to mention dress) should be modified. Of course, he didn’t express this thought. As I say, he wasn’t stupid! He hung his head and stayed silent. Thinking that perhaps he’d be forced to wear the panties for another day which was hardly a punishment at all. However, the Mistress was having other thoughts. “Now then, because you’ve still not learned your lesson, I’m afraid your punishment will have to be more severe. Bend forward across my desk!” The boy was horrified! Surely she wasn’t going to cane him? Not for having an erection that she’d caused! Apparently she was. The boy quivered as he did as he was told. Tears of shame and humiliation welled in his eyes – not to mention fear as he heard the Mistress flexing her cane – swishing it through the air. “Are you ready?” the Mistress asked him. Now the boy was far from ready, but could hardly say so and anyway the Mistress seemed not to expect an answer because she struck him hard across his pantied buttocks. The pain startled a yelp from the boy and a strange heat surged through his body. He whimpered at the second stroke, but by the third stroke he was aware that the heat was having a profound effect on his penis. Precum seeped from the tip and wet the front of the panties. He found himself grinding his cock against the hard edge of the desk, wishing it were something softer. This time he merely groaned. “That will do” said the Mistress – her voice soft now, throaty – as if something were caught there – as if her breathing were restricted in some way. The boy stayed where he was, panting, with wet face and wet panties and waited to see what would happen next…

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