Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2006 04:54:14 -0500
From: Onizuka Echi <gto420@gmail.com>
Subject: The Noodly Armed Choir Boy

The following is a story involving an older man, and a young boy...and the
punishment the boy is very much due.

This was more of an exercise in writing for me, so I'm sorry if it doesn't
get you off.  Any comments, or suggestions can be sent to GTO420@gmail.com

Please don't copy my stuff, print it, or call it your own.

None of the people, or events are true...Queen of the Night is real, and is
an aria in a splendid Opera, the Magic Flute by W.A. Mozart.  It features
some delightfully high soprano coloratura.

Perfect pitch is the ability to identify any given pitch, without the aid
of a musical instrument.

The title is a reference to a Simpson's episode, and describes only the
theme of the story, not the condition of a boy's arm.

I'm not really sure how old the choirmaster is, he's probably in his late
50's.

If the idea of a boy being spanked by a man is disturbing to you, stop
reading now.

If the idea of a man spanking a boy turns you on, pull down your pants and
undies and get the tissues out.

...

THE NOODLY ARMED CHOIR BOY

I sat on the right side of my desk waiting for the boy to come to me.  I
couldn't believe it.  Only the first day on the job, and I already had a
spanking to hand out.  Adiran seemed like a good kid, but was a class
clown.  I suspected the only reason he was enrolled in the college's boy's
choir was on his mother's orders, something I had only dealt with in
America.  Here in England, enrolling in a boy's choir meant you not only
had talent, but the will to sing.  Adrian had amused himself and most of
the choir by singing an octave lower than all the other boys during
rehearsal.  I told him to knock it off, but against his better judgments,
he continued the annoyance.  The rehearsal wasn't the most important as it
was the first one, but I just had to test my new authority.  I told him to
meet me after his classes were through.

Five minutes late, I heard a knock at my office door.

"Come in."  I said, craning my head to the left to look at the door.

The door opened, and in walked Adrian.  He looked to be a little taller
that 5'5", and couldn't be more than 110 pounds.  His un-kept strawberry
blonde hair hung around his face, making him seem thinner than he actually
was.  He was wearing the standard school uniform, black shoes, black socks,
gray pinstripe trousers, white dress shirt, and blue blazer.  His blue and
red striped tie was loosened around his neck, and his top button undone.
He had a hesitant look, as if he didn't know what to expect from his new
choirmaster.  Away from his giggling friends, he was no longer the
confident jokester wanting to disturb my rehearsal.

"Have a seat."  I said, gesturing to the chair set in front of my desk.

Slowly, Adrian walked over and sat down in the chair.

"So, what did you think of my rehearsal today?" I asked, with a friendly
tone.

Seemingly at ease with my attitude, he smiled.

"Different from the last choirmaster's, that's for sure."

God I loved that accent.  He sounded like Harry Potter.  They all sounded
like Harry Potter!

"Were you ever sent to his office?"  I questioned, intensifying my stare.

"No sir."  He responded, looking me right in the eye.

I stood up and walked to the front of my desk and sat down.  Adrian never
took his eyes off of me.  I could feel his gaze as I adjusted my own tie.

"Why did you feel the need to disturb my rehearsal today with such awful
singing?"  I asked, bluntly.

"I'm sorry sir, but my voice is changing.  Maybe it's time I join the mixed
choir?"  Adrian asked, an obvious attempt at avoiding punishment.

His voice was indeed changing, and after all of my years teaching
youngsters to sing, I could tell when a boy was no longer fit to sing
soprano.

"How old are you?"  I asked the boy.

"I just turned thirteen, sir."

"Thirteen.  And you think you are mature enough to sing in the mixed choir?
With men and women?"  I asked.

"Well, um...yes sir?"

Apparently, Adrian was not as keen on leaving his friends so soon.

"Adrian," I said, taking off my glasses and loosening my tie.  "I don't
know how your previous choirmaster handled auditions for the mixed choir,
but surely the manner in which you auditioned for me this afternoon was not
appropriate."  I was careful to emphasize the word audition.

"No sir.  But my voice is chang..."

"I will decide when your voice changes, thank you."  I interjected.  "I
know the range of a boy's voice during times of change.  I know your voice
is still capable of a very high, and beautiful range if I may say."

Adrian blushed at these words, and gave me a smile.

"So, from now on, please refrain from going to a dog's octave when you sing
for my choir."  I said, giving him a wink.

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir." Adrian said, getting up to leave.

I let him get all the way to the door, before speaking up.

"Come here, please."  I said, putting my glasses back on, loosening my tie
further.

"Is there something else, professor?"  Adrian said, walking back to me.
His confidence had returned.

"Take down your pants, please.  I need to make sure you've gotten my
message."

"Um...erm...what did you say sir?"

"I told you to take down your pants.  Children do get spanked in England as
well, don't they?"

"Sir...I think I'm a bit too old to be spanked." Adrian giggled.

I gave him the "eye", something I reserve for when I'm deadly serious.
Adrian looked scared, all of a sudden.

"Sir, please.  I won't disturb another rehearsal, I promise."  He sounded
genuinely scared.

"I will not have an argument about this.  Five whacks, that's all.  Take
down your pants now."  I firmly stated.

"Please sir, I promise..." he whimpered.

"Ten whacks."  I interrupted.

"But.." Tears started to form in his eyes.

"Enough! Twenty whacks!"  Not wanting more, Adrian stopped talking.

I pulled the whiny boy close to me by his arm, and started to unbuckle his
belt.  I felt his whole body start to tremble in my hands, and I started
undoing the button on his pants.  Slowly, I unzipped him and let his pants
fall to his ankles.  As I reached for his briefs, Adrian started to push my
hands away.  "Do not fight back.  I trust you want to sit for dinner
tonight.  Take this like the young man you are, and you'll be better off."
I said, calmly.

Teary eyes closed, Adrian turned a dark shade of red and put his hands at
his sides.

I reached for the waistband of his briefs, and pulled them down to his
ankles as well.  Exposed to me was a fully ridged four-inch cock.  The boy
was hairless, but his balls in their wrinkly little sack showed the signs
of puberty.  They were tight up against his body at the moment, probably
due to nerves.

"Don't be ashamed, Adrian.  Arousal every second of the day is common, for
a boy your age."  I said.

"Come on, over my lap now."  I pulled him up by his armpits and he laid
down on my lap.

At this point, I was in ecstasy.  The boy's hard penis poked into the side
of my right leg, and I thought I could feel a warm wetness as well.  I put
my left arm securely on his back, preventing him from getting up.  Taking
up the back of his shirt, I gently laid my hand on his soft, warm
milky-white butt.  I pinched each cheek, and felt Adrian tense under my
grip.  I didn't dare going any further with him just yet, so I rubbed each
cheek once more.

"Brace yourself, Adrian.  Twenty Whacks.  Be a big boy, now, and stop
crying."  My hand was positioned in a pre-swing motion over his backside,
and Adrian stopped his whimpering.  I felt his penis against my leg throb,
and his body tense.

WHACK! Came the first blow.  Adrian let out a yelp of pain.  WHACK! Came
the second. WHACK!  Not surprisingly, Adrian started to squirm under my
grip.  WHACK!  He started to cry again.  WHACK! The fifth blow had Adrian
wriggling like mad under my arm to get as far away from my hand as
possible.  His hard penis continued to rub back and forth against my pants,
and I could feel his slippery pre-cum seeping through.  I paused after the
fifth whack, and let Adrian calm down a bit.

Once his hiccoughing and sobbing went down, I had an idea.

"Adrian, do you know what Perfect Pitch is?"  I asked quietly.

"Yes sir."  He sobbed.

I put my right hand on his rear, feeling the heat coming from his now
pinkish flesh.

"It's a talent only few people poses, and I just happen to have it.  I
think I'll use it to see just how high your changing voice can go."  I felt
Adrian shiver at these words, and I started rubbing his butt again.

"We'll start at a high A."  I hummed the tone for him, and he hummed it
back to me, as best he could.

"Good.  Now, on `Ahh'."  I said.

"Ahhhhh." Adrian weakly sang.

WHACK! My right hand had resumed its job, swinging firmly back onto his
rear.  The crying came back, even more than before.  WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK!  Adrian was back to his futile struggling.  I rested my hand again
on his rear; it was almost hot to the touch.

"Ten down, ten to go.  Let's hear a high C this time."  I stated.

On his own, using relative pitch, he squeaked out a minor 3rd.

"Very good.  You see, Adrian?  Your voice may be changing, but there is
still a wealth of decent tone in your high register."  I said very frankly.
Taking him by surprise, I landed the next five smacks with the most force
yet.  Yelping each time, I called out the notes he screamed.  My last
stroke was the hardest delivered yet, and he landed on his highest note of
the session.

"D sharp!" I exclaimed.  "See, boy?  I knew you had it in you.  Lets
investigate even further now!"

By this point, pre-cum had oozed all over my right upper leg, and I could
smell the wonderful smell of boyhood.  Adrian crying like a baby now,
burying his eyes in my left leg.  He had given up struggling against me,
and seemed resigned to take the final five blows.

"Now, I want to hear the highest note you've got.  Lets make sure we get it
all out, okay?"

Adrian just sobbed.

WHACK!

Adrian let out a high pitched wail.

"Still a D sharp.  Higher!"

WHACK!

"That was almost an E, we're getting closer."  I knew each whack put him
closer to orgasm, and I was surprised that it didn't happen sooner.

WHACK!

"An E! I knew you had it...but I think there's more!"

WHACK!

"F! My God boy, Mozart would be proud."

WHACK!

"And again! I knew you had it in you."  I said cheerfully.  The last whack
had sent his body into a pulsating orgasm, and I felt his penis throb as he
came several times against my leg.

Adrian lay across my lap, his sobs shaking his body.

"There now.  It's all over." I said in a sweet tone.  I loosened my grip on
his back, and with my right hand, started to rub his back.  As he calmed
down, I pulled him up, and let him sit on my lap.  His pants and underwear
remained gathered at his legs, and his penis was red from all of the
stimulation.  I grabbed some tissue, and wiped off his glistening penis as
well as my now ruined pants.

Still softly crying, Adrian suddenly stood up, and hugged me.

"I'm sorry I ever misbehaved in your rehearsal, professor.  I promise to
never to it again." He sobbed to me into my ear.

"Good boy." I said, breaking the hug.  I reached down, and helped him pull
up his pants and underwear.  Adrian started to tuck in his shirt, and got
dressed.

"Can I stay in your choir?" He hesitantly asked, wiping his tears with
another tissue.

"After your vocal display just now, you're the new Queen of the Night!" I
said with a smile.  Adrian blushed and returned the smile.

"Am I finished, sir?"

"You may go." I said, waiving him off.

"Seeya tomorrow!" Adrian said, backing up towards the door, not wanting to
ever expose his butt to me again.

Enjoying the moment, I started to pack my things.