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 naughty schoolboy stood there in front of the entire class – his trousers around his knees – in just his school shirt and tie and the “punishment panties”. Of course, truth to tell, the “punishment panties” had ceased to be any kind of punishment some time ago. This, however, was a whole new, fresh hell. The heat in his blushing face was matched only by the heat in his cock. How could this be? The more the other boys sniggered and whispered, the redder his face became and the more painfully stiff his cock became! He felt his body overwhelmed by a wave of humiliation. He hung his head and watched his cock pushing (quite cheerfully it seemed to him) against the fabric of the silky pink panties. Bad enough that the other boys had seen the panties – but his erection! The boy began to feel faint with embarrassment when he heard the School Mistress addressing the class, “Now keep the noise down boys – I know he looks funny to you – standing there in that condition – but he’s about to demonstrate the correct procedure for dealing with an erect penis. Aren’t you, boy?” What? The boy’s mind whirled – she couldn’t possibly be serious, could she? Surely this was some kind of joke? He looked at her face and while he was able to detect a trace of amusement – there was certainly nothing to indicate any kind of joke. He swallowed. Hard. “Now then,” the School Mistress continued, “Perhaps you’d like to begin by explaining why you’re wearing those girl’s panties under your school uniform?” The boy struggled to answer, “Please miss, you told me to wear them.” “I told you to wear those panties today – is that what you’re saying?” “Well, no Miss, you didn’t tell me to wear them today…” “No – I thought not. So you’re wearing them just because you felt like it?” The boy found that he had nothing else to say on the matter and stood silent. “Cat got your tongue?” the School Mistress demanded. “Well then, you’d better proceed”. Proceed? Proceed with what? Surely she didn’t expect him to stand there and wank in front of his classmates. Apparently she did. Suddenly the classroom was quite silent. Not a boy spoke but all eyes were on the naughty schoolboy and his insistent cock.

The boy gave his cock a sort of experimental squeeze and was dismayed to feel it’s instant response. A sigh rippled around the room and the boy was slightly emboldened. He slid his hand inside the panties and gave his cock a firmer squeeze and began to stroke it with a slow, teasing rhythm. Best to just get it over with quickly perhaps. In another second he’d almost forgotten about his audience. All except for one member. The School Mistress had moved closer to him and her eyes were focussed on his hard, throbbing cock. His stroking quickened and his breathing matched it. He began to pant and moan and an echoing moan could be heard from the other boys. By now every cock in the room was hard. The School Mistress’s intent gaze was almost enough to push the boy over the edge and into orgasm. His mind filled with images of her. Unspeakable, filthy images. There was an overwhelming impression of panting, clutching, sweating bodies. Of hair, lips, tongues… The boy cried out in his agony and ecstasy and as he was about to plunge into the oblivion of his orgasm, the School Mistress said sharply “Very well – that’s enough now!” Enough? Enough! It wasn’t enough for the naughty schoolboy! “But Miss!!” cried the boy, “Never mind – I’ve decided I don’t want any mess in the classroom. We’ll continue this another time. I think that perhaps I should give you another punishment”, she said with a sinister swish of her cane. The boy could have wept from frustration; could have struck the School Mistress in disappointment. But wait, she’d said “another time” – what did she mean by that? Hmmmm – I wonder…?

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As we walk up the front steps together, I lean over and say directly into your ear, “I let you come to this party with me as a special treat, little one, and I expect you to be a good boy. You’ll be the only male among a lot of beautiful women, and I don’t want you gawking at them or being a nuisance, so you behave!” I give your bottom a sharp little smack with my hand for emphasis. Inside, the living room and dining room are filled with elegantly dressed ladies and I see your eyes light up. As I make my way around to greet my lady friends, I notice that you are looking about and always trying to position yourself so that you can watch one of the ladies cross or uncross her legs or lean forward to pick up her glass, hoping no doubt for a glimpse of her cleavage or her stockings or even (as I’m sure you’re desperately hoping) her panties.

I grab your upper arm and yank you closer and say sternly, “I told you to behave yourself, and here you are leering at my girfriends. If you don’t stop that, I’ll have to put you over my knee and spank you right here in front of everyone. With your pants DOWN! Now go get us some punch.”

You blush hotly with embarrassment since I made no attempt to lower my voice and the ladies around us all heard me scold you. As you head for the refreshment table, my friend Gloria (with her gorgeous figure and perhaps the lowest-cut neckline in the room) smiles wickedly and walks to the other side of the punchbowl from you. She leans forward slowly and lets her hand linger on one of the glasses, giving you a long look directly down into her cleavage, showing you her lovely breasts cupped in a pretty lacy bra. As you drink in the sight, she raises her eyes and catches you looking, but she holds the position just a bit longer and smiles again, looking first at you and then over at me.

I walk over to you and grab your ear with one hand and one of the dining room chairs with the other, and I drag you and the chair out to the middle of the room, scolding you all the way. “I told you not to gawk at my girlfriends, and you disobeyed, and now you’re going to get a good, sound spanking!” I sit down in the chair and unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants as you meekly protest. By the time I have pulled down your pants, everyone in the room is watching with amusement. They see you standing there in front of me with your pants around your ankles showing off the pretty pink panties that I make you wear under all your clothing.

“Isn’t that adorable?” Gloria remarks as she sees me grasp your panties and whisk them down as well, and then turn you over my knee. I begin to spank you hard, and your face burns with shame as well as your bare bottom. It seems to go on forever, but then Gloria reaches into her handbag and produces a large pink wooden hairbrush and asks if I wouldn’t like to use that. I thank her and take the hairbrush, and then I continue to spank and spank and spank. I can’t tell if you are crying more from embarrassment or from the sting in your backside.

When I think your bottom is the proper shade of red, I march you to the corner and tell you to stand there with your pants down while I go back to conversing with my friends. You can hear them talking and laughing behind you, but you know you’re not allowed to turn around. Now they all know you’re a naughty little pantyboy and they can all see your soundly-spanked bottom. And you are fully aware that I will give you another spanking when we get home. But that’s another story…

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You begin to shed your clothes the moment you walk through the door. I smile when I see the panties you wore all day. You’ve worn them since I handed them to you still warm from my body. And yet still you say you are not mine.

I stand in the middle of the floor waiting for you. You drop to your knees, naked except for the panties, and begin to crawl across the floor on hands and knees towards me. You bend and kiss my booted feet. As you do so you feel my other foot on the back of your neck and pure lust flushes your body. You think of me every moment of the day and night. Even in your dreams I’m there. While you’re making all those big important decisions in your office, I’m there in your head. The sound of my name pulses constantly through your veins. You count the minutes until you can spend time with me. Any kind of time. Yet still you say you are not mine.

I move my foot and allow you to sit up. My strap-on looms large in your face. I hold it out so that you may kiss, suck, engulf the hard rubber. Your own cock responds as you feel the dildo hit the back of your throat. Your eyes are closed but you hear the sound of my cane slicing the air and your heart begins to pound so hard that I can feel it from where I stand. Can you endure another caning? You still wear the scars from the last time. Even as you ask yourself this, you know that you will suffer any pain for me. Still, you say you are not mine.

I slide the dildo from your mouth and you begin to shake with anticipation. The sweat beads and runs down your body. Your breathing becomes hard and shallow. I grab you fiercely by the hair and hold your head steady. You moan softly. You feel me close to your face, my warm breath on your cheek, and you brace yourself against the coming pain. But the pain does not come – yet. Instead you feel something warm, soft, wet and sweet against your lips. My tongue slides between them and fills your mouth. Your penis throbs and pulses. Your soul dissolves and floats away. You are undone.

Do you still say you are not mine?

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