The School Mistress - Part VII

The School Mistress – Part VII – an 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 had been left – once again – frustrated and shaking. On trembling legs he managed to dress himself and get back to the dormitory he shared with the other boys before throwing himself on his bed and bursting into tears of frustration and disappointment. His hard cock felt as if it would never subside but he knew there was no time to take care of it now. It was difficult enough to find any private time for masturbation and he didn’t want any of the other boys to come in and catch him stroking. He couldn’t help giving himself a little squeeze, however, and caught his breath as his penis throbbed in response.

Little did he know that he had already been observed. Through the crack of the half-open door, the School Mistress had seen his outburst – and the squeezing of his cock. A small smile appeared on her face before it resumed its habitual ice-cool expression. The sight of the boy’s tears had moved her in a way that might have surprised him if he’d known about it. The School Mistress tucked away the memory of those tears in the back of her mind, to be taken out and savoured at night in her cool, white bed. Her mind held many such memories of boys tortured and tormented and one of her greatest pleasures was to relive them as she lay naked and alone touching and stroking herself with an abandon that would have shocked the boys in her charge. She tiptoed quietly away, thinking all the time of what the boy’s next suffering might be.

The next morning, despite a night haunted by dreams starring his cruel Mistress – dreams of a quite filthy nature – the boy was confident that he was going to keep a low profile and not allow himself to be caught up in the School Mistress’s game again. He DID decide that he should wear the “punishment panties” under his school uniform – but only because he didn’t want to give the Mistress any reason to punish him again. She might just decide to do a spot check! Yes – that was the only reason. It had nothing at all to do with the way the silky fabric felt against his penis and balls. The boy managed to keep his head for most of the lesson that day. Managed not to be TOO distracted by the sight of the School Mistress walking up and down the classroom as she read to the boys. Not TOO distracted by the sight of her silken legs and feet in their fine stockings and high-heeled shoes. Although, when he closed his eyes to avoid looking at her, the slight susurration of her stocking tops as she walked past him almost undid his resolve – as did the sound of her cane as she tapped it absently against her calf. The lesson continued and the boy felt that he might just make it to the end unscathed and even allowed himself an occasional glance at the Schoolmistress’s trim figure as she walked about the room. Unfortunately, a piercing glance in his direction was enough to cause his cock to betray him once again. He felt it stiffen inside the silky panties as her eyes transfixed him. “Oh yes” she said to him “I almost forgot – I wanted to congratulate you on your essay this week. I think you should come out to the front of the class and read it aloud to all of us!” The boy felt himself blush but thought that he could handle this. After what he’d been through the past few days, reading in front of the class was nothing! Now if only he could get his cock to recede a bit. He made his way slowly to the front of the class and stood there facing the other boys – confident that his semi-erect cock was not discernible. The School Mistress, of course, had other ideas. “Oh no, boy – not there – I want you to stand up here on this chair”. The boy had little choice but to do as she indicated, but as soon as he was on the chair the School Mistress laughed in that soft, dangerous way she had. “Oh dear – what’s this? Do you have something in your pocket?” Now this was an awkward question – how best to answer it? Because he had nothing in his pants except for his hard cock and his frilly panties – so what should he say? As it happened, his throat was suddenly so dry that he could say nothing at all, but his face blushed a bright shade of red. A sort of smacked-bottom shade of red one might say. A ripple of laughter travelled around the room and the boy flushed even more. “Well, since you won’t answer, I think we’d better see for ourselves – drop your pants.” The boy felt his chest tighten. He couldn’t drop his pants – couldn’t let the other boys see what he wore underneath. “You’d better drop your pants if you don’t want another lesson in discipline…” the School Mistress told him. Reluctantly, with his head hanging in shame, the boy dropped his pants to a rising tide of laughter and derision from his classmates and finally stood there will the frilly pink panties clearly displayed and his cock – that ever-traitorous member, betraying his true feelings about such humiliation! “Well”, said the School Mistress – a wicked grin lighting up her face “What are we to do about this? Perhaps you need a lesson of a different sort. Yes – I’m thinking a demonstration for the rest of the class…” The poor schoolboy’s heart sank, even as his penis rose, and he wondered (not for the first time) just what she meant by THAT?

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