Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2010 09:01:12 +0000
From: Ben Mc <ben6920@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: My Science Teacher

My story begins when I'm fourteen years old and I'm in my third year at a
Catholic grammar school for boys. This tale is on the whole based on what
actually happened to me...

It was science class and we'd had plenty of theory lessons, now it was late
in spring term and it was time for a few practicals with some lab
experiments.  For some reason I was on the last desk at the back of the
class. We were performing an experiment with some chemicals in a test tube,
I forget what it was. My teacher was doing his rounds checking what we were
up to.

My science teacher Mr Jenkins was probably in his mid fifties, a genial man
with a friendly manner however it was known that he had quite a temper. He
was very tall and had a thinning hairline but still loads of grey wiry
hair. I had also heard the previous year that he was quite "hands on" with
the boys in his classes, in fact it was even suggested that he liked to
touch boys. So all in all I was very wary of him in or out of class.

I was a very well brought up young man and I was determined to steer clear
of any trouble at school. I was a slip of lad, shorter and slimmer than
average, in many ways I was a late developer. The only thing I was really
proud of about myself was my shock of lovely blond hair which to be honest
was a bit too long, as on more than one occasion I had been mistaken for a
girl.

Anyway back to my tale, it was in this particular lab class that, as I
stretched across the lab desk to reach for some equipment, I felt him
gently touch my backside. He was behind right me. It was the faintest of
touches but I definitely felt it. I instantly froze and didn't move an
inch. After a moment or two he moved away. But after class had finished I
didn't really think too much about what happened, I thought there was
nothing in it.

But the following week he touched me again this time in a different way. I
was standing with a couple of classmates chattering about someone else's
work and he came up right behind me which I wasn't expecting. Suddenly I
felt his hot breath on the back of my neck and his presence as he brushed
gently into the back of me, pushing against my behind. Again I immediately
froze. My heart beat faster for a moment. He spoke softly to us all,
mentioning that we should be heading back to our desks.

Again immediately after class and then walking home later that day, I
thought to myself that I shouldn't read anything into it, just a
coincidence perhaps. If anything, I took it as a sign that he might like me
and that wouldn't be a bad thing thing, would it ?  Certainly nothing to
worry about surely.

It was half term holidays the next week so I spent the week at home doing
what all fourteen year olds do, messing about and watching
television. However at night in my bed I was doing that other thing that
all fourteen year olds do, I was exploring myself and I also started to
have initially strange dreamy thoughts about Mr Jenkins and what it was
that he might like about me. I imagined his hand slipping under my trouser
belt groping me inside my underpants. The thought excited me. I had similar
thoughts about other older men that I knew.

The following week back at school, Mr Jenkins was off sick and I felt
disappointed. However a week quickly passed and on the Monday I briefly saw
Mr Jenkins on the other side of playground so I knew he was well again. As
the science lesson approached a couple of days later, a small knot of
excitement grew in my stomach. I wondered if he might try to touch me
again. I wasn't disappointed. Halfway through the lesson he came up behind
me again, putting both hands on my shoulders. Then he complimented me on my
work and he stroked the back of my neck and hair with his fingers. A surge
of electricity went through my body, it was wonderful. "Thank you, sir" I
said.

Later as I was walking home I again thought about Mr Jenkins. He was not an
attractive man by any means, but as far as I was concerned he was kind and
made me feel good about myself. He stayed in my thoughts for a while. I got
off at my regular bus stop having removed my school jacket and tie and
walked back home. We lived on the outskirts of town and I still had another
20 minutes walk.

A day or two later back at school one break time I was told by my form
master that I had to see Mr Jenkins in his study at lunchtime. I thought to
myself what it could be about. I was about to see the 'other side' of Mr
Jenkins. His study was in a remote corner of the school grounds high up on
the third or fourth floor of an old building.

I knocked on the door, "Come in" he said firmly and added "I am
disappointed with you young man". He wasn't smiling, but looking me up and
down very intently, so much so that I had to look down at the
floor. "Yesterday I saw you walking along out of school in your school
uniform but you were not wearing your jacket or tie. You realise you have
broken the school rules." I nervously gulped and didn't respond. He then
said "Now this matter can be dealt with by your form master or dealt with
by me, what is it to be".

By this time I was incredibly nervous, I could barely speak and blurted out
the easiest thing to say "by you sir" it was first thing I could think
of. I was still looking at the floor. "Right. You are going to be
slippered. You can have the slipper, or I have this small cricket bat" I
looked up to see an ancient looking cricket bat in the corner of his study
"or my bare hand. Well young man ?". I thought very quickly and said very
meekly and quietly "your hand please sir" my thinking was that this method
was going to hurt least. "Very well" he said "come over here to my desk".

I shuffled over to his desk to where he was sitting. He stood up and
cleared the middle of his desk of some paperwork, then he manhandled me to
between his chair and desk, facing the desk. He was now right behind me and
once again I could feel his breath on my neck as he towered over me. "As
you have chosen a spanking, you'll have to drop your trousers". I gulped
and remained silent. I hesitated. "I haven't got all day boy, get on with
it". Without ceremony I quickly unhooked my trousers and underpants and
they fell easily to around my ankles. "Take them off boy" and as quick as I
could, I took my shoes off, then my trousers and pants. In my haste I had
forgotten my socks.

"Now bend over the desk" he said. I bent over and lay on his desk. My baggy
shirt was still covering my backside, but he pulled it up so that now my
cheeks were fully exposed to his harsh glare. I heard a squeak as he sat
down in his chair close behind me. I'm sure I could hear him rubbing his
large hands together. At least a minute passed with me bent over his desk
and him sitting close behind me. I could barely breathe.

Suddenly his phone rang, he quickly barked at me "Stay where you are". In
picking up the phone he leaned over me and pressed up against my bare
bottom and then proceeded to have a conversation with someone. All the time
he was pushing into my cheeks.

I remained in that position for sometime, I far too nervous to think about
anything other than what punishment was coming my way. He had said I was to
be spanked. I hoped he wasn't going to wallop me too hard.

But after probably only half a minute or so, he put the phone down, and
then sat down behind me again. Then after a moment, with one of his feet,
he gently nudged my right foot wider and then did the same with my left,
until my feet were barely touching the floor. At this point I shut my eyes
in embarrassment, as now he had a full view of everything between my legs,
my small cock and balls dangling and of course my little brown button hole
between my cheeks.

Sometime passed before he said or did anything. I heard him sighing and
making very quiet comfort noises, hmms and haas. Then his chair creaked
again as he moved forward. I could feel his breath on my backside. He
delicately touched each of my buttocks, I think he might have kissed
them. And then he placed his hands, one on each cheek, his large hands
easily holding my small plump but firm cheeks.

Suddenly there were footsteps on the staircase outside and then a knock on
the door. "Sir you are needed in the staff common room" someone said
urgently. "I'll be along in a moment" Mr Jenkins shouted angrily. "Right ho
sir". It must have been a prefect.

I tensed up again. He kept his hands in place for a few more seconds before
giving my cheeks a couple of hearty slaps. He stood up behind me lingering
for a moment. "Right young man, get yourself dressed".

The feeling of relief was immense as I realised my ordeal was over. But as
I was dressing I could see Mr Jenkins watching me. I put my shoes and
jacket on and made for the door. The door was bolted, I hadn't even noticed
him locking it. "Just where do you think you're going ?" he said
firmly. "Sorry sir" I said meekly. Mr Jenkins continued "I haven't finished
with you yet. Come back to my study on Thursday lunchtime and don't you
dare be late".

I managed to splutter "Yes sir". Then he walked over to unbolt the door, as
he did so I tried to get out of his way, but he pushed me right against the
wall, my head was in his chest. He paused. I could feel something hard
sticking into my tummy. He opened the door and let me out.

Now I was shaking like a leaf as I walked down the stairs and into the
light of the smaller playground. I had 20 minutes left of lunchtime to
compose myself before afternoon lessons. My ordeal was far from over, it
was to begin again in a couple of day's time.

That night I didn't sleep, but I did have a very hard erection as I thought
about what had happened. I was scared but excited at the same time. It was
the same the next night.

Then the day arrived, it was lunchtime and once again I climbed the stairs
to Mr Jenkins' study. As I approached the door, it opened and Mr Jenkins
was there. "Good boy" he said. "I do like punctuality". I passed through
the doorway and he promptly shut and this time I noticed he bolted the
door. Instantly I thought I knew what might be in store for me.

"Right. As before over the desk, you know the drill." he said firmly but
more softly than on my last visit. "Oh and take your shirt off as well, be
a good chap". I complied quickly and I was now naked apart from my long
grey socks. I even spread my legs before he could ask me. I didn't want to
give him any excuse to be angry with me. I was hoping that the spanking
would be quick and pain free as possible.

He sat down behind me once again. Again I closed my eyes in embarrassment
knowing the view of me he now had. "Thompson (my surname) you are a good
man and I'm satisfied that we won't see a repeat of your behaviour. So your
spanking will be swift. Are you ready ?" he asked.  "Yes sir" I squeaked in
anticipation.

He stood up right behind me, I turned my face around and saw his sleeves
were rolled up. He had taken his jacket off and it looked like he was
loosening his trouser belt. I turned and looked ahead at the wall, where
there were bookshelves and photos and diplomas mounted in frames.

All of a sudden he slapped my bum cheeks with real ferocity. I managed to
keep quiet but it really hurt me. Again and again he slapped. After about
the sixth time he stopped. He was breathing very heavily. After a moment he
said "Now I am going to rub some ointment in to stop any swelling". I
didn't say anything and I didn't move.

I heard the now familiar squeak of the chair as he sat down again still
breathing heavily. He moved the chair closer. I could feel his breath on my
sore bottom. He squeezed something from a bottle onto each cheek in turn
and into his hands. Then he started to rub the ointment in. As before he
had one hand on each cheek and he gently massaged my bottom. It was painful
at first but after a while I started to enjoy feeling his hands on me.

His hands carried on massaging, squeezing and caressing my buttocks. While
he did this, his thumbs occasionally ran over and pressed gently against my
little button hole. Then he asked me to stand up. When I did I fell into
his lap, my legs were all stiff my being in the same position for so
long. But I gathered myself and stood up quickly. He again placed one hand
on each check. His right hand then grabbed and pushed my right cheek up and
then dropped it. "Marvellous" he said as my firm plump cheek bounced back
into position. He did the same with left cheek and repeated this a few
times. I was definitely enjoying this attention.

I suddenly realised I now had an erection. I quickly put my hands forward
to cover my predicament. He noticed what I had done immediately. "Turn
round" he said firmly. I did but still covered myself. He gently grabbed my
wrists and pushed my arms to my sides. Now he was staring at my erect cock
and balls. Being a late developer I had very little hair down there and
what there was, was blonde.

He was only a couple of feet away. He moved his hand up and expertly pulled
my foreskin back to reveal the pink head of my small cock which was
moist. Mr Jenkins noticed a small drop which he duly licked off with his
tongue.  I shuddered with amazement. All of a sudden he took my cock in his
mouth and gently sucked it while holding the base with one hand and
cradling my balls with the other hand. I leaned back slightly and my hands
grabbed the table, I was dizzy with excitement. It felt so good.

He turned me round again, this time putting a cushion under my hips so now
my bottom was higher in the air than before and he made me arch my back so
that my bottom pointed up in a provocative fashion. I turned around to see
he was taking off his trousers but I couldn't see anything else. He put
more ointment on my bottom and rubbed it in, once again paying attention to
my little button hole. Now his finger was pushing inside me. It was hurting
me a little, but I bore it in silence. Then he put two fingers in me, all
the time using more ointment. It hurt a little more but he seemed to know
what he was doing.

I looked forward once again towards the bookshelf, wondering where this was
leading to. All of a sudden I found out. I yelped in pain as something very
large was being forced into my little button hole. Oh how it hurt me, but
Mr Jenkins kept pushing. I drew my arms underneath me and gritted my teeth
trying not to show my pain. After a short while Mr Jenkins stopped pushing
and the pain subsided.

He had both his hands firmly holding onto my waist and his loins were
pressing against my cheeks. I realised then that his erect cock was inside
me. This old man was penetrating my young virgin bottom. My little button
hole was being stretched and was very tightly wrapped around his intruding
cock. Even though I was in pain there was a small part of me that was
enjoying the moment. Then he lifted me up a little and removed the
cushion. He grabbed one of my hands and pushed it under and between my legs
to hold his balls. He did the same with my other hand. Both my hands were
now holding onto his balls. They felt big and heavy and hung low.

He moved his hands from my waist to my shoulders which he now grabbed quite
forcefully. He started to pull me towards him. It was painful at first but
I got used to it. With each movement he would bump into my cheeks and
sometimes there was a slapping noise with only made Mr Jenkins mutter
"Hmm". For a moment I lost hold of his balls and they started to swing and
bash into my balls. It felt nice. I moved one of my hands from his balls to
the shaft of his cock. "Aaah" he muttered. I felt along his cock to where
it was jammed inside me. His cock felt very large between my cheeks.

Eventually he quickened the pace and his breathing became heavier and
heavier, he started muttered oaths and calling me a little slut. Finally he
was gasping and he came, with very short movements, slapping into my cheeks
and holding himself hard against me. I felt his warm cum filling me up. He
stayed there holding me in that position for a minute or two.

Finally he pulled himself slowly out of me. I could feel his fluids running
down the insides of my thighs, but before I could clean myself, he pushed
me down onto my knees in front of him. "Now its your turn" he said. "Sir ?"
I said. He put his hands on either side of my head and guided me to his now
semi erect cock. I realised what he wanted, it was my turn to suck him.

The smell was strong, but I moved towards him. He pulled the foreskin right
back to reveal a large purplish-grey head. Seeing how big he was, I
realised why it had hurt me so much when he forced his way into me. There
were several drops of his sperm hanging from the end. His cock touched my
lips, I opened my mouth to let him in. I licked his cock with my tongue, it
didn't really taste of anything. It wasn't unpleasant.

"Hold my balls" he said. I moved one hand to cradle his balls and the other
to the base of his cock like he'd showed me. "Good boy" he said. I shut my
eyes and sucked him for quite a while. When he pushed the back of my head
towards him I almost gagged as his cock touched the back of my throat. I
couldn't quite get my hand round his cock, and his balls were too big, I
needed both hands to hold them properly.

Eventually lunchtime was over. Mr Jenkins wiped me down and gave me some
extra wipes to put in my pants. And I needed them, as all afternoon I was
wet and sore.

The next week I was summoned to see Father O'Brien the school chaplain...