The School Mistress - Part VI

THE SCHOOL MISTRESS – PART VI – 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…

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The naughty schoolboy stood there in only his shirt, his hard penis jutting out. The School Mistress’s hand was gripping his hair, forcing his head back cruelly. She had just told him, “Today’s lesson in control has only just begun…” and the boy trembled to think what that might mean. His cock was still sore and throbbing in a mixture of lust and pain from the application of the School Mistress’s ruler. His “punishment panties” lay on the floor where he’d dropped them at her command. Pointing at them now the School Mistress told him to pick them up and pass them to her. As he did so, he felt a sense of relief. Well, if he only had to wear the panties again, that was really no punishment for him. Not any more.

However, the Mistress had other ideas. To his horror, she took the panties from him and began to tie them over his mouth, tightening them and gagging him. The pink fabric which had seemed so pretty and delicate was now cutting into his flesh and making his eyes water. The School Mistress saw this and gave a sort of laugh. Yes, a SORT of laugh. Not the sort that makes you think of bright, sparkling sunshine and flowers. More the sort that makes you think of small stuffy rooms, the warm, dark velvet of night, of promises and secrets. “If the gag makes your eyes water, then I can’t wait to see what effect the next part of your lesson will have. Anyway, no one will hear you now.” The School Mistress glanced down and was secretly pleased to see that the boy’s penis was still hard and upright – like a puppy begging for attention – but the boy was not to see her pleasure. “Bend over my desk, filthy boy, the lesson’s about to begin.” The boy did as he was told. Really he had no choice. By now he was unable to do anything but follow the School Mistress down whatever path she led him. No matter where that path might end. He bent over the desk again and braced himself for another caning. Every nerve in his body felt alive and tingling but instead of the sound of his Mistress’s cane, he heard the silky whisper of clothing. What could she be doing? Surely not undressing? Suddenly he felt her press against him, felt the silk stockings, her warm smooth thighs against his. Felt the heat from that place he’d dreamt of so often, the slight tickle of hair and something else – something he couldn’t identify. Something hard and smooth. The School Mistress backed away a little, leaving him panting, almost weeping with anticipation and longing, even though at this point he was barely aware of what he longed for. He cried out through the gag as he felt the touch of his Mistress’s finger tracing the contours of his smooth young bottom, still burning from the caning he’d received. The finger slid between the cheeks, finding the tight, puckered opening, and probed gently but firmly. The boy was shocked and thrilled to the core. What was this? He’d heard of such things between some of the older boys in the school but the idea that a woman might do this had never occurred to him. She slid her finger out, leaving him dizzy and confused. Was that it then? It was not. He felt the School Mistress lean forward, over him. Felt her hard nipples pressing through her silk shirt, through his shirt and into his back. Felt her warm breath against his ear, betraying her excitement. Somehow, this frightened him more than anything. He felt her parting his buttocks with the fingers of one hand and that hard, smooth something pressing against his little virgin arsehole. He screamed through the gag as the thing pressed harder. Surely it would split him in two? The pain was excruciating and yet, and yet… Deep inside him a dark blossom of pleasure began to open. He stopped struggling and, without even realising he’d done so, gave up his soul to the School Mistress. His hard, throbbing cock dripped with precum and he no longer felt the need to restrain himself. Waves of bliss began to wash over him. The Mistress’s voice broke into his head “Well then, that’s enough for today!” and the probing thing was withdrawn and he felt her stand upright and move away. The boy groaned and sobbed through his gag. The tears ran down his red face and he turned to his Mistress – love and loathing showing clearly in his eyes. All the hate, all the love, all the frustrated desire. He saw the thing she had used on him. It looked like a large penis made of plastic or rubber and she was putting it away into a bag. Without even glancing at him she started to walk away saying, “And that, my boy, is control…”

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