JAMIE

BY TOMMY

Part 5

The front door bell sounded at exactly 4 o'clock, just as Jamie
was attempting a particularly difficult exercise in his Maths
book. Miss Turner looked up from her book and sighed. "Okay
Jamie, I'll go and answer that. Stand up please!"

At the door, she turned. "You may put these black shorts on now
Jamie and come down stairs. Be quick!"

A minute later he ran down to the hall where his teacher was
welcoming her guests. She turned and smiled. "Jamie, this is Miss
Stenton, a very good friend of mine and her daughters, Christine
and Elizabeth. Shake hands Jamie!"

He took the lady's hand timidly, then shook hands with the two
girls. Marjorie Stenton was a tall lady about the same age as
Miss Turner, slim with angular features and dark piercing eyes.
Christine was about two years older than he was, and her sister
Elizabeth, a nine year old cheeky looking redhead with freckles.
He saw her look at his shorts and blushed.

"But Mummy, you said that he'd have a bare bottom!" she said in a
disappointed tone. Her mother looked at her friend, her eyebrows
raised. Miss Turner laughed. "Yes Marjorie, I know what I said,
but I thought, er, in the event.." She nodded at the two girls.
"I thought it prudent to keep his shorts on for the afternoon."
Unlike her young daughter, Marjorie managed to conceal her
disappointment quite well.

Miss Turner wondered if she'd done the right thing. Having
studied together they were well aware they shared the same
interests. Widowed very early, Marjorie had inherited enough
money to give up teaching, and had devoted her time to the upkeep
of rather large house and two daughters. Her love of teaching
having been stronger than first realised, she'd since started
giving private lessons at home. Miss Turner sighed. They really
must have a long chat about certain things…

Ushering her guests into the living room, she started to pour the
tea, while Jamie dutifully handed round a large plate of
sandwiches and glasses of juice for the girls. He sat next to his
teacher and started to eat, occasionally looking at the two girls
opposite. Why did they stare like that? Elizabeth took a large
bite of her roll and then glanced at Jamie. She giggled, crumbs
flying out of her mouth.

"Oh really Elizabeth, do behave yourself!" said her mother
crossly. She smiled at Jamie, her eyes falling on the little
bulge in his shorts. She had rather been looking forward to…

Such was Jamie's interest in the antics of the young girl, he was
not immediately aware that the ladies were talking about him. It
was the smirk on Christine's face which alerted him to what was
happening.

"Well Joyce, all I'm saying is that we've had plenty of boys over
for private lessons as you know, so really, the girls are quite
used to them. I must say I'm surprised that you changed your
mind. Should you really interrupt his punishment just because of
the girls?"

"Oh, this isn't exactly a proper punishment" replied Miss Turner,
putting her cup down. "I haven't decided the correct course of
action to take yet. I want to discuss it with John tomorrow when
he comes for lunch. You remember John Slack don't you? He's the
new headmaster."

Marjorie blushed and nodded. "Oh yes, I remember John very well."
She saw Jamie staring at her, his eyes open wide in astonishment.
Mr Slack? Coming here? Such was his confusion, he was only dimly
aware of the continuing conversation. He felt a tap on his arm.

"I said stand up, Jamie!" He obeyed automatically, his mouth
suddenly very dry. Miss Turner smiled. "Miss Stenton has
convinced me that there's no reason to make an exception, so I
think we can continue your punishment."

He felt her start to slide his shorts down and grabbed her
wrists, his eyes full of tears. "N..no..please miss..please!" She
slapped his hands away angrily. "If you do that once more young
man, I'll have to cane you. Now put your hands by your sides!"

His world seemed to spin round him. The feel of cool air told him
that his shorts were down and he stepped obediently out of them.
Through his tears of embarrassment, he saw the two girls staring
at him, though not at his face. At that moment, four pairs of
eyes were focused on only one thing!

Miss Turner gave a light slap on his bare bottom and coughed.
"Okay Jamie, don't be shy. There's no need for tears. Another
sandwich Marjorie? Hand the plate round please Jamie."

The tension was broken and Jamie walked round with the large
porcelain plate, his face growing redder as he saw the girls
examining him.

Miss Stenton sighed and sat back in her chair. She glanced at her
friend and Joyce chuckled. It was clear what she was thinking.
She'd known Marjorie since teacher training college. Why not…?

"You know Marjorie, since Jamie will be here the whole summer,
perhaps he could come over to you for some lessons. Or are you
going away?"

Miss Stenton blushed. Her friend hadn't changed one bit.
"Er..well..yes, I think that's an excellent idea"" she stammered.
Her heart raced as she considered the endless possibilities. She
really had to visit more often!

"He's a fast learner" said Miss Turner watching Jamie as he took
the heavy plate back to the low table. He bent down and for a
second there was silence as they admired his large pert buttocks.

She coughed. "As I was saying, he's a fast learner, but requires
strict discipline – just like most boys." She smiled. "We've
already covered a lot of Maths and English from last year's
syllabus and even done some biology. Jamie's learnt quite a lot
about puberty, haven't you?" Her question made Jamie blush an
even deeper red.

Miss Stenton clapped her hands in mock admiration. "Oh, how
clever Jamie" she said. She glanced at Joyce and sighed. Her
friend was so lucky. Well, from now on, she was going to enjoy
herself!

"Yes, isn't he!" continued Miss Turner. Jamie, go and stand in
front of Miss Stenton," She paused while the young boy walked
over to her friend, his hands at his sides. He swallowed. Just
so..so embarrassing!

"Now tell Miss Stenton all the changes that happen to a boy's
body during puberty, Jamie" she ordered. Jamie looked at her in
dismay. Behind him, Christine bit her lip to stop herself
laughing, while her younger sister just stared at his bottom.

"Come on Jamie" whispered Miss Turner sternly. "I do hope you
haven't forgotten already. I'm sure our guests wouldn't like it
if I had to spank your bottom in front of them!"

From the looks on their faces, it was clear that they'd like that
very much indeed. Nevertheless, it provided the little push he
needed to start.

"Er..er..the voice breaks miss" he whispered nervously. "Speak up
please Jamie" his teacher commanded. Jamie shuffled his feet.
"The arms and legs grow faster miss, er..and hair grows."
"Where?" asked Miss Stenton, beginning to enjoy herself. She
gazed at the boy's small penis. How big had Joyce said it got?

"Er..on the face, under the arms, and er..around the privates
miss."

"Yes, and what else?"

Jamie's heart thumped. He sighed. There was no use in pretending
he didn't know.

"Er..the penis gets bigger and testicles start making sperm miss.
Er..and boys have wet dreams miss."

There was silence.

"And have you started puberty yet Jamie?" asked Miss Stenton,
glancing at her friend. Joyce winked at her.

"A little bit miss" replied Jamie, his heart slowing down. He was
trapped, he knew it. So they could see everything, so what? Must
be better than being spanked in front of the girls!

"Have you started growing hair yet? Let's see." Gently, she ran
her finger over his chin. "No sign of a beard yet is there?" she
joked. She chuckled. How many twelve year old boys had beards
anyway!

She lifted his arm. "No, nothing there either."

Jamie didn't for one second believe that the lady would…..

"I don't see any here either." It took a second for Jamie to
realise that she actually had his balls in her hand. He gasped,
and she tightened her grip. Briefly she glanced at her friend.
After all, she didn't want to push her luck. Miss Turner smiled
and nodded slowly.

Jamie swallowed and then blinked in astonishment as the two girls
came and stood behind their mother's chair to watch. She
pretended to ignore them. Her hand teased the back of Jamie's
testicles. She jiggled his soft penis with her thumb and examined
it closely.

Miss Stenton sighed. It would be such fun to play a little
longer, but she'd already gone quite far enough for today. Maybe
when he came over, she'd have more time to…

Releasing his balls, she sat back and took her tea, indicating
that her little test was at an end.

Miss Turner looked at the two girls and then at Jamie. "Jamie,
why don't you take the girls upstairs and show them the
schoolroom. I'm sure they'd love to see how hard you've been
working." She coughed to get the girls' attention. Poor Jamie
must be so embarrassed! They couldn't seem to tear their eyes
from his privates.

"Show the girls what you can do in the gym. In fact I think you
need a bit of exercise after all those sandwiches!" She paused.
"Oh and Jamie!" The boy turned. "You'll do whatever Christine
tells you, do you understand?" Jamie glanced at the girl in
question. "Yes miss" he replied quietly.

The girls followed Jamie up the stairs, their eyes riveted on the
cheeky pair of buttocks wobbling in front of them. Elizabeth
nudged her sister and giggled. "Stop it Lizzie!" Christine
grinned. It wasn't the first time she'd seen a boy's bare bottom,
but certainly never this close. The private lessons her mother
gave at home were always conducted in private, but the door was
often left slightly ajar. Last year, being drawn by the sound of
loud slapping and cries of pain from the room, Christine had
peeped round the door just in time to see her mother administer
the last two slaps with a slipper before taking the boy from
across her lap and standing him up. She'd watched in amazement as
he'd clasped his bright red bottom, sobbing as her mother
lectured him about something.

Since then, she'd heard numerous spankings and even a few
canings, but always from outside the study. Recently they'd
started having boys stay for whole weekends, and she'd heard her
mother in the bathroom with them, the door locked. Christine
looked at Jamie's cute backside and made a mental note to speak
to her mother about this. After all, she was almost fifteen now.
She could surely help a bit more?

Jamie led them both to the study, too embarrassed to actually
speak. The girls looked round. Christine went to the tall
cupboard and looked inside. "Gosh Lizzie, look at these!" she
said, her eyes widening at the sight of the canes. Her sister
giggled and looked at Jamie. "I bet they make his bum hot!" she
laughed.

"Tell me Jamie, which one does Miss Turner use to punish you
with?" Christine faced the boy, hoping that she had sounded
authoritative. She had to let him know who was in charge. Jamie
blushed. For a second he debated whether to just respond with a
well known expletive. After all, she was only a few years older
than him. It wasn't fair! "Er…that one." He replied quietly,
pointing to the cane at the end.

Christine took it out and bent it in her hands. "Hmmm, much
lighter than the one we use at home." She smiled. "When mother
teaches the boys who visit, she keeps it on her desk so they can
see it- just in case. You should hear them squeal when she uses
it!" Her little sister looked at her in astonishment. She had no
idea her sister knew all this. Well, from now on, she was going
to be part of the fun!

"How does Miss Turner cane you Jamie?" continued Christine,
examining the crooked handle. "Over a chair or touching toes?"
Jamie swallowed. "Er, touching my toes."

He half guessed what was coming next. "Show me please!" The girls
stepped back and watched as the boy bent over. He started to
straighten. "No, stay bending over please!" He heard her sister
giggle and felt the cane tapping his bottom.

"P..please, you won't…" Christine laughed. "No of course not. I
just want to see how it feels." She tapped the cane against his
bum a bit harder. "Mother wants me to start helping her with the
boys so I have to learn how to use a cane properly." She ran the
tip of the cane down between his buttocks, grinning at the little
gasp it elicited. "Okay, stand up please!" She placed the cane
back in the cupboard.

"Right, go and show Lizzie the gym and get a bit of exercise."
She nodded at a pile of his work on the desk. "I want to see what
you've been learning." Jamie walked out with the little girl,
thankful to have escaped from Christine's strange game. Sitting
down at the boy's desk, Christine started to read through the
sheets of paper, her face growing redder at some of the more
graphic descriptions. She picked up one sheet and read it twice.
What?? A familiar tingling from between her legs started to grow
in intensity and she slipped her hand down under her skirt. Oh
yes. She really had to start helping mother with the boys!

"Higher, higher!" Lizzie watched as Jamie jumped up and down on
the exercise mat. It had been her idea and Jamie saw no reason to
refuse. Lizzie was enjoying herself. It was fun making the boy do
things and she loved the feeling of power. After all, he had to
do what she said, didn't he? She giggled at the sight of the
boy's private parts jiggling about. Why did boys have such funny
things between their legs. They looked so silly! She knew a
little bit about them from what her sister had told her. Hadn't
she said something about a boy's willy going hard sometimes. What
about those little balls? Did they go hard as well? She heard the
faint noise of a door closing downstairs. Oh yes, Miss Turner had
said she'd show mother round the garden. They were all alone and…
Why not?

She grinned cheekily. "Jamie come here please!" The boy obeyed,
wondering what new exercise she'd thought up this time. The truth
was he rather enjoyed showing off, even if the eight year old's
eyes did always return to a certain part of his body. He blushed
but not as much as before. After all, it was only a willy!

"Legs wide apart!" Jamie did as she said. What on earth was she…
Her little hand touched his penis and he jumped, pulling away
from her. "Jamie, stand still!" she ordered, her high pitched
voice echoing round the room. She stamped her foot in
exasperation as the boy backed off, his hands held over his
crotch. Then she grinned, her eyes narrowing.

"Jamie, if you don't stand still and let me look at your things,
I'm going to tell Miss Turner that you swore at me." Her
imagination was unleashed. She pinched her arm. "Oww, you see
what you did!" Jamie stared at the horrible little girl and
shivered. "B..but I never! I never…" He was trapped. "You pushed
me over and pinched me!" she continued, her eyes filling with
tears. "Then you said the F-word. I heard you!" She gazed in
delight as the boy shrugged and uncovered himself. Her acting had
been refined over the last few years. Aware of her talent, she'd
used it to her advantage many times at school.

Jamie stood in front of the girl and opened his legs. Just please
let her get it over with! Please let her… Owww! The girl's small
hands squeezed his balls and he jumped. "Oh sorry" she said, a
note of genuine concern in her voice. "They're really delicate
aren't they!"

Lizzie was in ecstasy. The summer heat and Jamie's own exertions
had made his scrotum dangle loosely between his legs and she
could see and feel his two testicles. They felt like two
hard-boiled eggs in a bag. She watched fascinated as his scrotum
contracted slightly. To add to Jamie's indignity, she started
flicking his penis playfully. "Why doesn't it stick up?" she
asked, holding the end between her fingers. As if answering her,
Jamie's soft little manhood started to lengthen. The effect of
the girl's teasing fingers overcame any embarrassment he felt. He
closed his eyes. Please not that!

He heard a noise and opened them again. Christine was standing
behind her sister, a wicked grin on her face. Lizzie appeared
completely unperturbed by the arrival of her older sister. "Look,
his willy's getting longer!" she exclaimed excitedly. Christine
knelt down and shook her head. "Oh Lizzie!" she chuckled, well
aware of Jamie's predicament. What a good idea it had been to
eavesdrop for a few minutes before coming in the room!

"Well, well Jamie. I see you're quite enjoying being examined by
Lizzie!" Jamie moved his hands down. "Oh no you don't!" She
slapped his hand away. "You stand there and don't move. Besides"
She nudged her sister. "I heard you say the F-word as well. I
wonder what Miss Turner would do!" Jamie looked down as both
girls began to prod and poke his privates. He had no doubt what
his teacher would do, and most likely in front of her guests!

Christine whispered something to her sister and they both
laughed. "I read all about your homework project" she said,
slowly pulling his foreskin back. "You have to measure it when
it's hard, don't you? Well let's see how long it can get."
Lizzie held his balls. "They keep changing" she exclaimed in
amazement. "They're always moving! Boys are really so strange!"
Jamie didn't dare look, but he felt his penis start to rise and
groaned. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't…

"Oh, I also know why you're being punished Jamie!" Christine's
words cut into him like a knife and he opened his eyes to see her
smirking, her fingers teasing the back of his scrotum. "Oh yes, I
heard Miss Turner chatting to mother outside the study window. "I
know exactly why you're being punished, you dirty boy!" She
nudged her little sister. "He was lying on the bed looking at
dirty magazines and playing with himself!"

Lizzie giggled. She knew what dirty magazines were. "What does
playing with himself mean?" she asked, puzzled. Christine raised
her eyebrows and looked at Jamie. "Show us what you were doing
please Jamie." She saw the look on his face. "Now Jamie, or I'll
go and fetch Miss Turner!"

Jamie moved his hand down and held himself. Lizzie reluctantly
let go of his willy. It had been so nice playing with it! The
girls watched as he started rubbing his rock hard penis. He
closed his eyes. This was terrible, yet, at the same time, so
very, very nice. Time seemed to slow down. The tingly feeling
returned, faint at first, but growing slowly in intensity. He
rubbed a little faster, oblivious to all around him.

Lizzie's sharp hearing picked up the sound of soft footsteps from
below and she nudged Christine. The two girls slipped silently
out of the room and back into the schoolroom, leaving Jamie alone
in the gym. Christine closed the door and quickly sat at the
table with her sister, pretending to look at some books.

Jamie's eyes were shut, his right hand a blur as he rubbed
himself. The tingling was overwhelming. Could he? Would they
tell? It was so good! So very good! His young manhood seemed to
swell. He heard a cough and opened his eyes.

Miss Stenton and Miss Turner stood there, their mouths open wide
in astonishment. As the world seemed to swirl around Jamie, he
didn't notice the twinkle in his teacher's eyes or the way in
which Miss Stenton licked her lips. Though having never heard the
old maxim, he wished at that moment that a hole would appear into
which he could somehow disappear.

The tingling disappeared to be replaced with a dull throbbing;
his rapidly shrinking penis and tight scrotum complaining
strongly at being deprived of release once again.

The next ten minutes were a blur. Marched into the schoolroom and
made to stand facing the wall, hands on his head, he was dimly
aware of their conversation. It was clear however that he was to
spend quite some time at Miss Stenton's house over the next
month. Christine's disappointment at not witnessing a severe
caning at close quarters was tempered when she heard Miss
Turner's suggestion. "I really think that Christine would like to
help you a lot more you know." Her mother nodded and smiled at
her daughter knowingly. Christine blushed, aware of the delicious
feeling emanating from between her legs. Oh yes, she would
certainly help her mother take Jamie in hand!

Miss Turner's decision not to immediately punish the boy was soon
explained. "I already mentioned that John Slack, his headmaster
is coming over for lunch tomorrow and I think I would like to
have his opinion on the matter." She paused and smiled at her
friend. "However, whatever the outcome may be, I do hope you will
deal with him as you see fit when he visits you. May I suggest
that, for a start, it may be beneficial to keep him in the same
state of dress as he has been this afternoon. That may go some
way in impressing upon him the gravity of his situation.

Miss Stenton nodded, trying hard to hide her excitement. The boy
was entering puberty and her friend was suggesting to keep his
private parts in full view. She was already counting the days to
when Jamie would be in her clutches. As for his state of dress?
She smiled. Oh no. He would soon learn true humility. Not quite
as soft as her daughters believed, she possessed an inner streak
of cruelty that competed quite easily with that of her two
daughters. Dear me! She looked at the boy's pert buttocks and her
hand twitched. Yes! Just you wait my lad!

Due to the lateness of the hour, Miss Stenton and her daughters
thanked their host profusely and departed. Lizzie was almost in
tears, though carefully hidden from her mother. "I did so want to
see his bottom caned!" she whispered to her sister as they walked
to the car. Christine hugged her. "Didn't you listen?" she
whispered back, excitedly. "He's coming to our house next
Tuesday." She grinned. "Mother's forgotten that she has to go to
London on Wednesday. We'll have him all to ourselves…the whole
day!!" She hesitated. "She also said that I could be in charge of
his schooling when she's not there." Her little sister walked to
the car, her eyes wide with all the endless possibilities that
lay ahead. Hmmm, poor little Jamie! She chuckled. There was a lot
of unfinished business!

Waving goodbye to her friend and shutting the large oak door,
Miss Turner went back upstairs. "Well Jamie. What do you have to
say for yourself?"

The tears broke like an unblocked fountain and Jamie threw
himself into her arms. Miss Turner was no fool. She knew full
well what must have happened. She grinned. Jamie attempted to
explain, his high pitched voice babbling away until Miss Turner
motioned for him to stop. Yes, of course she knew the truth. She
bit her lip. Only she wasn't going to admit it to a young boy. Oh
no!

"Okay, okay Jamie, calm down", she whispered, hugging the
distraught boy and patting his bare bottom. She thought quickly.
She guessed that the lad had been tricked by the girls, and part
of her revelled in the thought, but she also knew that she had to
maintain the upper hand.

"Oh Jamie, Jamie, I know it's difficult for boys to control
themselves.! She glanced down at his limp penis. "Especially when
they're starting puberty." She held him tight as his tears fell
upon her . She spoke softly to him. "Listen Jamie, perhaps it
wasn't all your fault." She felt his tears drop on her neck.
"It's been a long day, so I want you to go downstairs and eat
your dinner. It's on the kitchen table. Then come straight back
and get in the bath, okay?"

Jamie looked at her, adoration in his eyes. "Thank you miss" he
whispered.

Miss Turner ran the bath, trying hard not to laugh out loud.
Boys! Like little machines! So easy to control. She thought hard.
Yes, now was the time. Oh yes, definitely!

Bathtime for Jamie was not a lot different from the previous
bathtimes, though, to be honest, Miss Turner did seem a little
more gentle than usual. Standing up in the bath, Jamie waited for
his teacher to soap him all over, her hands, as usual, taking
their time to thoroughly soap his private little places.
Her soft fingers prodded and poked between his thighs, seeking
out those areas she knew were the most erogenous parts, carefully
teasing him without him knowing he was being teased.

"You know Jamie, perhaps we should have a little chat" she said,
pulling a large towel around him. "Come on, out of the bath
please."

Jamie was tired. He leant against Miss Turner, ready to agree to
whatever she might suggest.. Led into his bedroom, he yawned and
allowed her to dry him all over, standing meekly in front of her,
not even flinching as she ran the towel over his privates.

She glanced at the mirror. Yes, the cine camera was running. She
could hear the faint humming noise as the reels turned.

Placing the towel on the floor, she patted his bottom. "Oh Jamie,
whatever are we to do with you?" The boy looked at the ground. A
mixture of emotions ran through him. Fear of what Mr Slack might
say – or do, tomorrow. Embarrassment at what had occurred
earlier. Nervousness and resignation at his visits to Miss
Stenton next week and… ? He felt his teacher gently cup his
little balls in her hand.

Miss Turner smiled. "You know Jamie, I've been thinking very
carefully about your behaviour recently." Her fingers nudged his
soft drooping manhood. "I had a long talk with Miss Stenton about
this.

"Jamie, puberty is a difficult time for a young boy. I think you
found that out for yourself today." Jamie couldn't swear he
understood what she was saying, but she spoke with such
conviction that he merely nodded.

"Without guidance, a boy can make so many mistakes, get into all
sorts of trouble." Her grip on his little balls had tightened and
her finger caressed the sides of his scrotum.

"Today I punished you for masturbating." She smiled at his red
face. "Yet this evening, you were doing it again, I…no..hush!"
She placed a finger on his lips as he tried to explain about the
girls.

"Yes, I know Jamie, but the fact is, at puberty, your testicles
and your prostate are starting to produce a lot of fluid. You
have erections more frequently than before. A boy's natural
instinct is to rub his penis." She turned her head so he couldn't
see her smile. "The problems start when boys become obsessed with
this. You saw yourself today all the trouble it can get you
into." Jamie nodded. He remembered the look that the girls had
given him as they were leaving. He wasn't looking forward to his
visit next week!

She had him in her favourite position now, standing between her
legs, facing the large mirror on the wall. Her left hand explored
his firm young buttocks while her other hand caressed his balls.
Slowly, his little manhood began to rise and she smiled.

"I'll be honest with you Jamie." Her fingers crept slowly towards
his tight little anus. "After my conversation with Miss Stenton,
I realised that we have been approaching this problem in the
wrong way. We decided that what was unacceptable was not so much
your youthful urges – after all, this is to be expected during
puberty- but the way in which you dealt with them."

Her finger found his bum-hole and probed it gently.

"It was Miss Stenton actually, who made convinced me that the
problem we have here is that these episodes are not controlled."
She slid his foreskin past his glans and grinned. His penis was
lengthening faster.

"Therefore, we decided that, rather than attempting to stop any
masturbation outright, we should allow it to proceed, albeit
under close supervision." Jamie looked at her, puzzled.

Miss Turner sighed. "In other words, Jamie, from now on, I will
be in charge of deciding when and how to milk you. Yes, that's
right Jamie. We call the process 'milking'. I hope in this way,
we will see no more of these ridiculous scenes today."

The delicious things she was doing to his privates clouded his
mind, but he thought he understood…if correct…that she was going
to….

"I know that you will enjoy those few seconds when you orgasm,
however, this is not being done for your gratification. These
sessions will be treated in exactly the same way as your
schoolwork! I expect you to co-operate and work just as hard as
you do for your more academic subjects. In other words, it will
become part of your syllabus and will be documented in the same
way as your other work on puberty you've been doing.

Part of Jamie understood but rather more urgent matters were at
hand. The tingling was starting again. But would she notice and…
His teacher laughed. "Put your hands on your head please Jamie. I
want them out of the way."

Jamie's penis had swollen to its full erect state and Miss Turner
gazed at it in wonder. Unusual for a boy to be so well endowed
this early in puberty, she thought. No doubt she'd notice a few
pubic hairs springing up during the summer. At the moment
however, his privates were as smooth as those of a five year old!

"Okay Jamie, you may ejaculate when you want" she whispered.
Massaging his prostate with her left hand, she now used her right
hand to bring him to the point of no return. Having always
disliked the frantic rubbing that young boys generally used when
masturbating, she preferred a much slower pace. More frustrating
for the boy at first, they soon adapted and she believed it not
only deepened the resulting orgasm, but also allowed her a
greater degree of control, as well as reminding the boy of who
exactly was in charge.

Chuckling silently, she delivered the 'coup de grace'. With her
thumb and forefinger slowly rubbing the boy's rock hard penis,
she used her little finger to tease the back of his scrotum.

The effect was immediate. Jamie's body shook. She felt his
buttocks clench tightly around her finger and his legs trembled.
"M…miss…I…..I….Oh miss!" His high pitched voice echoed round the
room. A large drop of semen suddenly hit the mirror. Miss Turner
poked his prostate harder, anxious to milk the boy completely.
Another drop appeared at the tip of his willy and trickled over
her wrist.

"Good boy Jamie" she said, encouragingly. "Let it all come out!"
Another drop appeared, but as Jamie's penis started to soften,
she knew he was spent. Still, she thought.. Not bad for such a
young boy!

Seeing him start to move, she tapped his bottom. "No Jamie, you
don't move until I give you permission. Don't forget what I said.
I'm treating these milking sessions as part of your schoolwork
now, and any inattentiveness will be punished!

The boy was exhausted and meekly stood still as she cleaned him.
As she wiped the drop of semen off the mirror, she swiftly
pressed the hidden switch to stop the camera. Now that was going
to be a most interesting film!

"Okay Jamie, you may put on your pyjamas and visit the bathroom"
she said at last. At least that would give her chance to take the
film downstairs, she thought.

"From now on, these sessions will be during the daytime." She
paused. There were other things she had planned for him before
bedtime. "The time between your bath and bedtime will be used for
extra homework and for any disciplinary matters."

Returning only ten minutes later, she found the boy fast asleep.
He looked so angelic, so innocent. Oh well, he needed his sleep.
Tomorrow was going to be a very busy day.