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 lay, panting, over the knees of the School Mistress. His body shuddered in aftershocks from the force of his orgasm and he kept his eyes closed – delaying his return to reality as long as he could. His afterglow didn’t last long! The School Mistress stood up abruptly, tumbling the boy to the floor where he lay helplessly – legs still weak and trembling from his uncontrolled spurting; bottom still sore and red from his spanking. “Just look at the disgusting mess you’ve made you filthy boy!” The School Mistress shouts at him. “I really think there must be something wrong with you – stand up so I can look at you!” The boy struggles to his feet, pulling up his pyjama pants as he does so, and stands sheepishly in front of the Mistress. He flinches as her arm shoots out, but she only places her hand on his forehead. “Yes,” she says “Your forehead is quite hot, your face is flushed and you seem to be constantly in some state of arousal.” The boy is speechless with indignation. Of course he’s in a constant state of arousal – how can he be any other way around her?! For once, he wisely decides to say nothing and hangs his head in a manner he feels sure will go SOME way towards placating the angry School Mistress – fighting the urge to mutter obscenities under his breath. “Yesss…” she says again “I really think you should pay a visit to the new School Nurse – let her examine you and see what she thinks”. The School Mistress ignores for the moment the sticky mess on her smooth thighs and sits down to write a note which she thrusts into the boy’s hand. “Here take this to the Nurse and I’ll call her to tell her you’re on your way – so no detours!” The boy is in such a state of confusion that he merely takes the note, nods and plods off on quivering legs towards the Nurse’s office.

The sight that greets him as he opens the office door is a little disconcerting – perhaps he should have knocked first. His first view of the new School Nurse is of her ample bottom! She’s reaching across a desk, the navy blue dress hiked up, showing opaque black stockings and an expanse of smooth white thigh and the lower edge of round buttocks. The boy coughs nervously and the School Nurse straightens up and turns around. “Ah there you are!” she says “I’ve been expecting you – strip!” The schoolboy takes in the the sight of the nurse in her rather right uniform – breasts straining behind a white starched apron, pale blonde hair scraped back under a white cap starched quite as savagely as the apron, and realises he has no choice but to comply. He stands there, pale and shivering as the Nurse looks him over – from every angle! Only his insolent cock shows no sign of embarrassment and betrays his appreciation of the Nurse’s womanly curves. As he waits for the next stage of the examination, he hears the door open behind him and the unmistakable click of the School Mistress’s high heels. He feels the remaining blood in his face drain – and we know exactly where it goes, don’t we? He groans inwardly, but whether in dread or in anticipation or a combination of the two, even HE doesn’t know. “Oh good!” says the School Mistress with undisguised glee – you haven’t started yet – I wouldn’t want to miss anything! Please carry on as if I weren’t here.” “Oh yes” says the Nurse “You haven’t missed anything at all – I was just about to take his temperature – now then boy, bend over!” The naughty schoolboy hears the snapping on of rubber gloves behind him and, as he takes a deep, but rather shaky breath, the sound of the School Mistress saying “Ooooh – that’s a big one! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a thermometer THAT big before!” “Yes” says the Nurse “It’s a rather special one I had custom-made for just these cases – it will probe his prostate at the same time – I DO think that’s so important, don’t you?” The school boy closed his eyes tightly as he heard the School Mistress chuckle evilly. He, of course, knew exactly what that meant…

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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

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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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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…

If you’d rather listen than read, just click here…

The naughty schoolboy stood in the corner, trying to hide his face and his hard, throbbing cock. The other boys had left the classroom and he was alone again with the School Mistress. He was acutely aware of her presence in the room, her movements, her fragrance the sound of her high heels on the hard floor. He knew that at any moment his state of arousal would be exposed again. He still wore the pink, frilly “punishment” panties although the wearing of them could hardly be considered punishment since the effect was so pleasurable. He was a little worried though about what the School Mistress would say when she saw that his cock was so hard again after his recent caning. His bottom was still red and sore, the sting of the humiliation before his classmates was still fresh in his mind and yet, perhaps in defiance, his cock was swollen and throbbing again. Perhaps the School Mistress would leave him standing there, giving him time to compose himself? Perhaps not. He heard the click of her heels approaching him, felt her body close to his. She came to stand behind him, so close that the tips of her breasts touched his back. He could feel the heat from her body, her warm, fragrant breath on the back of his neck. He shivered convulsively. She didn’t speak – just stood there overwhelming him with her presence. She stepped back a pace and with the tip of her cane, lightly traced the line of his body from the back of his head to the crack of his red arse cheeks. The schoolboy shivered again. His cock was still hard but now any sense of defiance was gone. Instead it seemed to be pleading for attention, greedy for more pleasure. The voice of the School Mistress cut through the silence, “I see the problem has arisen again”, she whispered in his ear, her lips so close that the words formed a kiss against his earlobe. “Yes, Miss” the boy replied. What else could he say? There was no hiding the state of his penis through the fine fabric of the panties. He fought to control his breathing and his thoughts. He wanted, he wanted… what DID he want? He wanted some kind of fulfilment, some kind of satisfaction, but it seemed that the more attention his cock received, the more it wanted. The School Mistress was having similar thoughts. “It would seem that more drastic measures may have to be taken!” she said sharply. “Come with me over to my desk”. The boy followed the School Mistress across the room, transfixed by the sight of her bottom through the closely-fitting skirt, the shape of her thighs clearly visible. “Now then, boy, I think it’s time you learned some control. Take off the panties”. The boy did as he was told and stood before the School Mistress feeling a mixture of fear, embarrassment and pride at the size of his erection and speculation about what punishment might await him now. “It’s getting a little warm in here, don’t you think?” asked the School Mistress. The boy could only swallow hard in response. Whether the heat in his body was as a result of the temperature of the room or the close proximity of this woman was beyond his ability to decide. The School Mistress slowly unbuttoned the jacket of her suit and slipped it off. She was wearing a white silk shirt so thin that her hard nipples showed clearly through the fabric. She perched on the edge of the desk, legs crossed, one shoe dangling negligently from her toes, and studied the boy, taking in the hardness of his penis, the redness of his face and the sly glances he was giving her, in spite of his predicament.

“Yes, more drastic measures, I think” she said as she reached forward and, without warning, took the boy’s hard penis in one hand. The boy gasped with surprise and pleasure. He closed his eyes and groaned as the School Mistress held his hard, hot cock in her cool hand. This was the first time any woman had touched his cock and the feeling was almost too much for him to bear. The feeling was so exquisite that he cared nothing for what might be to come and had only enough presence of mind to control the urge to release into her hand. He opened his eyes at the sound of the School Mistress fumbling for something in her desk drawer. She held a long wooden ruler in the hand not holding his cock. “Now then, you stubborn boy, six strokes I think, and then we’ll see” and she brought the ruler down hard across his cock as she held it in her palm. The pain, coming so suddenly after the exquisite pleasure, was a shock to the boy but his cock remained hard and throbbed against the woman’s hand. At each stroke he whimpered and groaned but as the pain grew, so did the desire, leaving him craving release. His head was filled with the image of himself pushing the School Mistress back onto the desk and throwing himself on top of her. She read some of this in his eyes and, standing up, grabbed the hair on the back of his head forcing it back, bringing her face close to his. Looking directly into his eyes she said, “I know what you’re thinking, boy, but you won’t win this battle. Today’s lesson in control has only just begun…”

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“You filthy, disgusting, loathsome boy! Just look at the mess you’ve made on my desk!” The boy looked, of course. How could he not? He looked at the sticky mess on the edge of the desk and wondered if all women were like this. He’d been teased, caned and aroused to the point of orgasm at the hands of the School Mistress and now she berated him for having ejaculated against the edge of her desk! Still, young and inexperienced as he was, he knew that he’d never meet another woman like this one. He still trembled and panted from the force of his orgasm and waited to see what would happen next. The School Mistress’s own breathing was returning to normal. The “ice queen” mask was back in place. No one must ever know the intense pleasure she derived from punishing the boys in her charge.

“Get something to clean that up with!” the Mistress told the boy. “Yes, Miss, but may I get dressed?” he replied. “Well,” said the Mistress, “You may pull up your panties but leave off your pants.” Now as much as the boy had enjoyed wearing the so-called “punishment panties”, he didn’t want the other boys knowing about them, so he tried to clean up his mess quickly. He was on his knees, cleaning the edge of the desk, wearing only the flimsy panties and his school shirt, tie and blazer, when he heard the sound he was dreading – the sound of the other boys coming back to class. He made a small whimpering sound and paused in his work. “Why have you stopped? Carry on, you’re not finished yet!” the Mistress snapped at him and prodded him sharply with her beautiful italian leather, stiletto-heeled shoe. The pointed toe caught him just behind the balls and caused the boy to flinch and yelp in surprise and pain. Behind him he heard the boys beginning to troop into the classroom. They fell silent as they saw him kneeling there – his red bottom showing clearly through the sheer fabric of the panties and the cheeks of his face a matching red. The boys took their seats and, now that they’d recovered from the surprise, began to snigger and jeer at the boy – laughing and pointing at his poor, sore bottom. The School Mistress allowed this to continue for a few minutes, noting the increasing redness of the boy’s face, and then quelled his heckling classmates with a hard look and the merest tap of her cane against her leg. “You may finish now, boy” she told him. The boy stood up, which caused another gale of laughter when the other boys saw the front of his panties and his sticky little cock – still semi-erect and showing through the soft, silky material. He made as if to leave the room but the School Mistress stopped him. “Oh no – your punishment isn’t over yet. You must stand in the corner for the rest of the lesson, so that everyone may see you.” Miserably the boy obeyed, thankful that at least his face couldn’t be seen but acutely conscious of his red arse cheeks – exposed and glowing through the frilly, girly panties! For the rest of the lesson he stood there and endured the stares of his classmates. The humiliation and shame made his eyes prickle with tears. Only the thought of even more humiliation kept the tears from falling. As time went on, however, he became aware of another sensation. Every time the School Mistress walked past him, every time he smelled her perfume, heard the click of her high heels, the casual swish of her cane, his penis responded. Responded to the sounds, the fragrance and to the memory of that caning and its climax. By the time the class ended and the other boys had left the room, his cock was as hard and throbbing as it had ever been. What would happen when the Mistress saw it? He’d been wondering what would happen with the other boys when he returned to the dormitory they all shared, but now at this moment, all he could think about was his throbbing cock. His throbbing cock and the School Mistress…

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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…

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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