Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2010 09:01:12 +0000 From: Ben Mc 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...