Date: Mon, 26 Apr 2004 16:03:41 +0000
From: Shy Boy <snbist@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Science Teacher Part 2

When I stepped inside the house, Mr Higgins (that's my science teacher's
name) seemed a little nervous, and certainly looked a bit strange dressed
in his Scout Master's uniform (because he had left the scouts before I
started, so I hadn't seen him like this before), but he was nonetheless
pleasant enough.

"OK Jenkins, this is your punishment for opening up my secret ... er
...personal drawer at school". "You are going to help me finish the project
that I was working on at scouts, which was prematurely halted by that
bloody busy body, Mrs Jones".

I didn't like to interrupt, but couldn't help myself from asking "What
project is that Sir?"

"It's about self control ... and especially about ... er ... well, just
self control".

He fidgeted a bit, and said "Jenkins, come and stand next to me, hands on
head"

I walked over towards where he just sat down, an ordinary wooden chair next
to a table in his lounge -- which was a bit dark as the curtains were still
closed even though it was the daytime. He sat upright, his slightly hairy
legs neatly together, and picked up a folder.

"Closer" he ordered. I took a pace forward and ended up facing him with my
bare knees nearly touching his.

"OK, Its my belief that boys of your age, in the early stages of
discovering the joys of fluid production, are ideal candidates to learn how
to control your reactions, and to be conditioned to respond to stimuli from
your masters ... er teachers and the like".

I didn't know what he meant, but just stood still, trying not to
wobble. Unfortunately, my scout's shirt was too small and had pulled out of
my trousers when I put my hands on my head, and I noticed Mr Higgins
studying the small exposed gap of bared skin on my tummy.

"So, I'm going to start off with a simple test". His attention returned to
the folder, which was opened to a page headed Test Script One (I'm good at
reading upside down!).

"Just look straight ahead Jenkins, at the top of the curtain rail" he
ordered, obviously spotting me looking down at his notes. So I did.

"Now listen carefully to this story, and don't move"

He then read out, in a captivating story tellers voice, an extraordinary
tale about a ticket inspector and a schoolboy on a train. The boy was
attending a posh London school and travelled back home to York every Friday
evening. The inspector would wait until after Darlington, when the last of
the businessmen got off, before asking to see the boy's season ticket,
because by then he was alone in the compartment and they could have a
chat. The inspector asked about school, the rules, the smart uniform, and
especially about punishments and caning. One Friday near the end of term,
the inspector came in and locked the door behind him with a special key,
and then asked to see the boy's ticket as usual. But to the boy's great
surprise and horror, his ticket had expired during the week, so wasn't
valid anymore. The inspector said that gave him the right to give the boy a
strapping for riding on the train illegally. So he sat down on the bench
seat opposite, and told the boy to stand up in front of him, hands on head,
and not to move or make a noise. The man then slowly undid the boy's
shorts, lowered them to the floor, and then slid his white underwear down
to his knees. He then took the leather strap off his ticket punch machine
and fastened it tightly around the boy's stiffening willy (which wasn't
what the boy thought a strapping meant) which made it became more
incredibly hard then ever before. The man then jostled the boy's lassoed
erection closer to his face by a series of short firm pulls on the
strap. After just a few tugs it started to leak, so the man put his warm
lips over the end and licked his tongue down the slit and around the
circumcised knob, and almost immediately the boy had an orgasm and spurted
into the mans mouth.

Anyway, that's all I can remember, but really the story was much longer and
had exciting little sections which made me feel quite excited, and by the
end my own willy was very stiff and I felt like I wished in my mind that I
was the boy in the story. But when Mr Higgins suddenly stopped reading, I
instantly focussed back to reality, and realised how embarrassing it was to
be stood in front of my science teacher in my scouts uniform with a massive
pole showing in my shorts!

Mr Higgins closed the folder, looked at my predicament, and then opened a
drawer under the table and took out an old battered black leather strap
with British Railways clearly embossed on it. As I watched, he made a loop
in the strap through the buckle, exactly as the inspector would have done
in the story. My heart started to pound, and my erection strained, as I
anticipated he would do the same thing to me.

"Well boy, do you like the look of this strap?"

I hesitated, and whispered "yes sir".

"Does your ... (and he nodded towards my tent) ... like the look of this
strap boy?" he said, as he fitted the loop around his thump and tugged a
couple of times, mocking the actions on the train.

I swallowed. My stiffy ached.

"Yes it does" I whispered. "please sir"

He reached out, making for the buckle on my belt. My rock hard member
twitched in expectation of relief. Then he put his hands down.

"Well, just remember ... when you see this strap, you know what it's
for". And then he put it away again.


"So Jenkins, it looks like that part worked" he said with a smile.


"So lets move on to the next stage". "Go to the bathroom, remove your
underwear, put your shorts back on, and bring your undies back to me". "Do
it quickly, and don't play with yourself".

It was a tremendous relief to release my trapped prick, which was hot and
wet with precum, so I gave it a good firm grip and a couple of yanks, just
before I heard him shout "Hurry up Jenkins".

When I returned, with the cool air now circulating freely in my shorts, I
was even more aroused than before, and I gave Mr Higgins my soiled
underwear. He turned them about until he found the wet patch at the front
and pushed them up to his nose, drawing a big deep intake of breath through
the material, before smiling and putting them away in the drawer.

"Now, about your geography homework Jenkins"

"Pardon, sir?" I said, not realising he was interested in that, but then
suddenly remembering I had a huge amount to do by Monday, and I hadn't even
started it yet, and I hadn't even been to the library yet to get the books
out, and I had to go out with my parents tomorrow, so there was really only
today to do it, and the library shuts at 12, and it was already 10:30, and
before I knew it, my stiffy had gone, my arousal was zero, and I was only
thinking about geography homework!

Mr Higgins then opened the drawer, got out the strap, looked me in the
eyes, and made the loop. My attention was captured, my heart starting
pounding again, and my willy responded with a rush of excitement.

"Let me read you Test Script Two" he said, putting the strap back away
"hands on head again, and stand close by"

The story continued with the inspector telling the boy (after his
strapping) that he could spend his train money at the sweet shop rather
than buy another ticket, because he could travel free again the following
week provided he did not wear anything under his school shorts.

So the next week, just after Darlington, the ticket inspector locked
himself in with the boy, and asks him if he remembered the deal. The boy
said he did, but the inspector had to check, so he slid his hand up inside
the boy's shorts and felt around. He gently squeezed the boys small naked
balls, dragged his fingertips through his sparse pubic hairs, and gave his
warm little penis a gentle tweak between his thumb and
forefinger. Satisfied, he withdrew his hand, and then opened up his jacket
to reveal a small whippy cane hidden inside. He told the boy that
travelling without a ticket was a crime, and that he was going to get
spanked for it. He made him kneel on the seat, curled up, with his bum
sticking up in the air, his head buried in the back of the cushion. The
inspector then reached around and undid the boy's belt and zip, and lowered
his shorts to his knees, revealing a naked taunt bum aiming bstraight up,
with a dangling pair of tight balls, and a stiff circumcised prick pointing
in the other direction. The cane was very light so the "six of the best"
hardly hurt at all -- although six pale red stripes had appeared on the
otherwise unblemished cheeks, and these were ceremoniously rubbed better by
the inspector. He then told the boy to separate his knees, and to keep
perfectly still whilst the cane "went for a walk". He teased it down his
crack and through his pulsating bud, between his sensitive balls, and
slowly forwards, dragging the tip of the cane along the underside of his
shaft until it found the oozing slit of his knob. The boy's thigh muscles
tensed up as the cane reached that most sensitive part just behind his
glans. This and other "walks" continued, with the inspector being so gentle
that at times the boy could only feel the cane when his erection strained
out to find it. With obvious skill, and after just a few minutes, the boy
was pumping precum and was repeatedly brought to the brink of a climax just
by occasional touches of the stick. Unseen, the inspector put his nose
against the boy's hole, and lightly licked the approach. Then, with
perfectly timed execution, the cane found the precum soaked sensitive spot
at the same time as the inspector introduced the tip of his tongue, and the
boy exploded all over the seat. Giant pulses of white goo streaked out over
the dark fabric, with spasms of delight rippling through his strained bare
legs, as his arse madly gripped the inspectors intruding tongue.

Again this is just the main parts of the tale that I can remember, and
again I was lost in the thoughts of the story, staring at the curtain rail,
while Mr Higgins read it exquisitely, and again my own straining prick was
yearning to feel the same sensations as I was being told about.

Mr Higgins opened the drawer, and took out the cane, and remembering that I
too had nothing on under my shorts, I urged that he would give me something
similar to the story.

"Would you like to be spanked Jenkins?"

"Yes please, sir, very much so" I said with confidence.

"Would you like this cane to go for a little walk, Jenkins?".

"Yes please, do it, sir!"

"Because you haven't got any underwear on, have you Jenkins?"

"No sir, yes sir, please sir" I begged.

"And I can see you've got a wet patch on the front of your shorts Jenkins"

I looked down, and saw he was right. The tent in my shorts had started to
leak, a dark wet circle about an inch across, and glistening in the middle
as my excitement had soaked right through.

"Keep completely still boy" he said.

He pointed the tip of the cane towards my wet patch.

"Shut your eyes boy" he ordered. I did, and imagined I was on that train.

I waited, held my breath, braced myself, and then it touched. Right where I
was hoping, on the very tip my knob, right where the precum was coming
through my trousers. It was so gentle, and like magic. Just a single touch
and then away. I throbbed, panted, and expelled another dose of clear
stickiness. I waited, maybe half a minute, then it came back again! Pure
delight, and the most eagerly welcomed experience of my life. It was too
much, I was over the top in anticipation, and started spewing cum in my
shorts.

Mr Higgins said I was the best boy yet, just two contacts with the cane and
I'd shot my lot. In fact I think I produced the most goo of all time
... some had penetrated through the front of my wet patch, some was
trickling down my legs, and the inside of my shorts felt drenched. Luckily,
he had a spare pair of scout shorts the same size (he seemed to have
several to choose from), and offered to make me a permanent swap for my
messed up ones, which I obviously did. He put mine carefully on the table,
with the wet side up, and said he would deal with them later.

"OK Jenkins, you had better run along and do your homework" he said

"But this week was just the introduction. Next week, same time, we are
going to move on to the next stage using my special things".

I smiled, and made my way out.

As I left, I noticed him pick up my wet shorts ...


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