At eighteen I was the oldest boy in my boarding school. I suppose I was expected to set an example to the other boys which is why all the teachers were disappointed when I was found to be blind drunk one weekend. There were only two weeks to go until I left school for good; my exams were over and I hadn't a care in the world.
However Mr. Bevan, my house master, did not see it that way. Legal age or not the school would not tolerate any consumption of alcohol. When I had sobered up he demanded to see me, in full uniform, in his study. Despite his stern manner Mr. Bevan, a bachelor in his early forties, had featured in my fantasies many a time. Although he had always come across as rather asexual I decided to see if I could get a response from him.
I dressed in the tightest pair of flannel trousers I could fit into. They rode right up into the crack of my sports toned arse. In front my balls flopped down each side of the fly seam as it tore into my flesh. I borrowed a shirt from a junior boy. It threatened to tear across the shoulders and gaped open between buttons, exposing a chest that already had a light dusting of blond hair. With my tie and cap on skew I thought I looked the part. I had to stop looking at myself in the mirror as I was beginning to turn myself on.
The look in his eyes told me all I needed to know. Mr. Bevan was not asexual. He was simply a very professional man doing his job to the best of his ability. And I was testing him to the very limit. His guard dropped for a moment and I could see hunger and yearning written all over his face.
'It is a very naughty thing you have done, Mr. Blue.' he said.
'Yes sir.' I replied. I wasn't sure if he was talking about my drinking or dressing like a male slut.
'You have two choices.' he continued. 'As you think you're man enough to drink you can take your punishment like a man and take six strokes of the cane. Or we can tell your parents about this and let them deal with it.'
I knew that my parents would not be too bothered. However, the thought of being caned appealed to me. Not once in my long school career had I been naughty enough to warrant it. It would be something to look back on and laugh at.
'I'll take the six strokes, sir.' I said.
He sat down on a straight backed chair.
'Right, drop your trousers and lie down across my lap.' he said.
I took my time about dropping trou. I saw him sneak a look at my fresh, young cock as I lay down in his lap. He brought the cane down with a thwack. It hurt more than I thought it would and I clenched my buttocks.
'Oh Mr. Blue, I am sorry.' I heard Mr. Bevan say. 'That was harder than I meant it to be.'
He rubbed his hand across my butt cheeks.
'How does it feel?' he asked.
'It feels better when you rub it, sir.' I said.
'I've got some chamomile lotion. That should make it feel better. Would you just get up for a minute?'
My hard cock slapped against my belly as I stood up. His eyes grew as large as saucers but then, ever the professional, he turned away and shuffled off to get the chamomile lotion.
'Now, let's see, where were we?' he said when he returned. I had been fisting my cock in his absence and a long streak of precum dripped from the eye now.
'You were going to rub my bum sir.' I said.
'No need to put it like that Blue.' he replied tersely, pretending not to notice my hard on, but flustered all the same. 'Now come and lie down again.'
He applied some lotion to my butt cheeks and began to rub it in. The sting of his cane had long gone. I concentrated on the wonderful feelings his hand gave me. My hungry cock poked into his thigh.
At length I heard Mr. Bevan sigh. 'It's much too beautiful to cane. We'll have to find some other way of punishing you Blue.'
I sat up in his lap and cupped my hand around the hard on that strained the cloth of his slacks.
'If you're going to spare the rod sir, then perhaps you could punish me by poking this big thing into my arsehole.' I said.
'I, er I could .I could get into trouble for that.' he panted.
'I would be too humiliated to tell anyone about it sir,' I replied.
Suddenly he realized that I was firmly on his side in this game of seduction. His career was safe. I was an adult, if only just, and free to decide what I wanted to do with my body. His eyes lit up at the possibility of pleasure.
'Are you absolutely sure about this?' he checked, one last time.
Continued in Part 2 www.danielbluetales.blogspot.com
However Mr. Bevan, my house master, did not see it that way. Legal age or not the school would not tolerate any consumption of alcohol. When I had sobered up he demanded to see me, in full uniform, in his study. Despite his stern manner Mr. Bevan, a bachelor in his early forties, had featured in my fantasies many a time. Although he had always come across as rather asexual I decided to see if I could get a response from him.
I dressed in the tightest pair of flannel trousers I could fit into. They rode right up into the crack of my sports toned arse. In front my balls flopped down each side of the fly seam as it tore into my flesh. I borrowed a shirt from a junior boy. It threatened to tear across the shoulders and gaped open between buttons, exposing a chest that already had a light dusting of blond hair. With my tie and cap on skew I thought I looked the part. I had to stop looking at myself in the mirror as I was beginning to turn myself on.
The look in his eyes told me all I needed to know. Mr. Bevan was not asexual. He was simply a very professional man doing his job to the best of his ability. And I was testing him to the very limit. His guard dropped for a moment and I could see hunger and yearning written all over his face.
'It is a very naughty thing you have done, Mr. Blue.' he said.
'Yes sir.' I replied. I wasn't sure if he was talking about my drinking or dressing like a male slut.
'You have two choices.' he continued. 'As you think you're man enough to drink you can take your punishment like a man and take six strokes of the cane. Or we can tell your parents about this and let them deal with it.'
I knew that my parents would not be too bothered. However, the thought of being caned appealed to me. Not once in my long school career had I been naughty enough to warrant it. It would be something to look back on and laugh at.
'I'll take the six strokes, sir.' I said.
He sat down on a straight backed chair.
'Right, drop your trousers and lie down across my lap.' he said.
I took my time about dropping trou. I saw him sneak a look at my fresh, young cock as I lay down in his lap. He brought the cane down with a thwack. It hurt more than I thought it would and I clenched my buttocks.
'Oh Mr. Blue, I am sorry.' I heard Mr. Bevan say. 'That was harder than I meant it to be.'
He rubbed his hand across my butt cheeks.
'How does it feel?' he asked.
'It feels better when you rub it, sir.' I said.
'I've got some chamomile lotion. That should make it feel better. Would you just get up for a minute?'
My hard cock slapped against my belly as I stood up. His eyes grew as large as saucers but then, ever the professional, he turned away and shuffled off to get the chamomile lotion.
'Now, let's see, where were we?' he said when he returned. I had been fisting my cock in his absence and a long streak of precum dripped from the eye now.
'You were going to rub my bum sir.' I said.
'No need to put it like that Blue.' he replied tersely, pretending not to notice my hard on, but flustered all the same. 'Now come and lie down again.'
He applied some lotion to my butt cheeks and began to rub it in. The sting of his cane had long gone. I concentrated on the wonderful feelings his hand gave me. My hungry cock poked into his thigh.
At length I heard Mr. Bevan sigh. 'It's much too beautiful to cane. We'll have to find some other way of punishing you Blue.'
I sat up in his lap and cupped my hand around the hard on that strained the cloth of his slacks.
'If you're going to spare the rod sir, then perhaps you could punish me by poking this big thing into my arsehole.' I said.
'I, er I could .I could get into trouble for that.' he panted.
'I would be too humiliated to tell anyone about it sir,' I replied.
Suddenly he realized that I was firmly on his side in this game of seduction. His career was safe. I was an adult, if only just, and free to decide what I wanted to do with my body. His eyes lit up at the possibility of pleasure.
'Are you absolutely sure about this?' he checked, one last time.
Continued in Part 2 www.danielbluetales.blogspot.com