Date: Mon, 03 Jan 2011 11:44:24 +0000
From: stuart slater <slaters@rock.com>
Subject: The End of 'No Touch' For Schools - Part Four

The End of "No Touch" For Schools
Part Four
By Stuart Slater (slaters@rock.com)

Andy looked truly mortified as he inserted his fingers into the waistband
of his cotton briefs and pushed them down to his ankles. He kept his chin
on his chest, blushing as he locked his eyes on the floor. As he
straightened up naked, he moved instinctively to protect his private parts
by putting his hands over them.

I wasn't going to be denied the satisfaction of seeing what he looked like
in the nude. He was cute being so red faced and bashful but the time for
modesty had long gone.

"Hands at your sides."

He very reluctantly parted his hands and finally stood with nothing to
cover up his crotch.

I continued pulling at my ramrod adult tool while inspecting that pale,
limp penis and the hairless pouch of his wrinkled little nut sack. It
shocked me how like a baby's it looked. I reached out and cupped my finger
tips around what passed for his balls, lifting his tightly clutched scrotum
to feel the warm underside that led directly to his slot.

Rather than delving for his ringpiece, I lifted his velvet soft dick so
that I could see the tip of it, where the foreskin tapered to a bunched
ending. With two fingertips I gently slid back the covering and it easily
released the tender bullet of the light pink bulb inside.

Here I was touching an 11 year old's sexual organs. But, really, what the
fuck good were they to me? It's true I could see the beauty of their
perfect formation and freedom from pubes, but the only sexual thrill I felt
was in having the most secret part of one of my pupils' body exposed and
resting in my hand. Beyond that Smith naked but locked up with
embarrassment did nothing for me. He wasn't going to get an erection and
even if he could have done, I wouldn't have cared as much about his as I
did about my own.

Finishing the treasure trail I'd followed to his genitals turned out to be
no reward for me at all. I released his penis, letting if drop back against
the purse of his half-formed testicles and I got to my feet.

I felt irritated that having him just as naked as I was hadn't turned out
to be as erotic as I'd hoped. What had I been leading up to, if not this?

I grabbed Smith's wrist and pulled him across the classroom from the
child's chair he'd sat in when I'd fed him my cock, back to where I'd first
touched him, at my desk.

I sat down, the warm leather on my bare ass, and I pulled Smith roughly
towards me. It hadn't been exactly what the government intended when they
restored a teacher's power to make contact with their kids but I was going
to fuck this boy. However, before that I was going to use the end of "no
touch" for exactly the purpose it had been introduced, the ability to
assert authority through physical punishment.

Without any fuss or explanation I manoeuvred my nude little student so his
body half-fell over the hairy solidity of my upper thighs.

His feet were on the ground but he was sufficiently far over my knee that
his hands could almost reach the floor over the other side. My erection was
nicely sandwiched between my own stomach and the dimpled curve of his
peachy little butt, now upturned so the twin spheres of his perfect
asscheeks were slightly split and roundly tensed as I looked down.

This was more like it. The smallest flex of my groin squeezed my hard dick
upwards against the heavenly soft curve of the side of his buttock so I
could stimulate myself against him while still having two hands free. I
pushed his head down to lift his cheeky little buns up higher.  I smoothed
the full flatness of my other palm to travel down his lower back over the
twin hemispheres of his arousingly rounded rear. Fuck, his tight, hot
buttocks were way better than anything I'd seen in porn; if his cock had
disappointed me his backside didn't.

And once I'd felt up every inch of those twin muscles I steadied myself to
open up the fruitful crevice in-between. I explored the cleavage of the
smooth little hillocks, pressing into his crack until my finger tip located
the small clenched knot that formed the entrance to Smith's pussy. I pushed
my fingertip against the tender fissure and it didn't give at all. If I
planned to penetrate him I'd have to invest some real effort into opening
up this cunt.

And that annoyed me too.

I removed my finger from Andy's asshole and let his plump buns press back
together. They now formed the target for the open hand I lifted to head
height before swinging it hard back down upon them.

The slap cut the air of my classroom, the unmistakable sound of a hand
impacting on the flesh of a soft, undefended butt. Smith gasped and jolted,
his hipbone pressing hard against my cock as he moved. Recoiling from the
shock of the pain he tried to steady himself where his hands and feet
reached the floor.

I put an arm around him, pulling him harder onto my lap while I lifted my
hand again for another swipe. Even though his rearend soft and chubby my
palm stung when it cracked down and this time Smith did more than grunt,
sobbing out a proper "ow".

I was punishing him for putting me to such hard work sexually. It was a
failing he couldn't help but that didn't stop me hoping that the dark red
handprints forming on his hindquarters would at least serve as some
reminder of who was in command.

Four or five more times I brought my hand down on Andy's previously
undisciplined ass. I gave up spanking him not because I'd reached a
particular number of smacks, or because I thought he could take no more but
because I'd had enough both of wrangling him into position and of the heat
of his glowing baby-shaped cans against my hand.

I'd selected him, stripped him and spanked him. I owned him. It was time to
fuck him.

I pushed him off my knee and watched as he recovered his posture. He wasn't
worried about covering up his little dickie now, standing cowed and tearful
as he experimented with reaching back to try tending to the pain burning
away on his behind. He was preoccupied with what was surely his first ever
corporal punishment, not attending to me as I sat in my chair wanking over
him.

Relief for me was not far off. The snug little ring Smith kept hidden
between those hot curves of schoolboy derriere was going to open to my cock
and let me feel every inch of pleasure his body had to give.

I stood up and immediately became aware of how much more attentive to my
movements inflicting pain on Smith had made him. No longer concerned by
being naked in front of me, he looked tensely towards me to see what was
coming next.

"Get up on that desk on your hands and knees."

Gingerly, with his ass evidently still smarting, he pulled himself onto the
nearest desk, his head down and his bottom facing me. I got closer to him,
stroking my hand from the back of his neck, over his shoulder blades and
along his spine until the warm padded skin began curving out to the part of
him I truly had a horn for, his succulent little butt.

As I groped his ass I could feel the heat from where my handprints still
showed. I liked the thought of how his comely little tail end must be
throbbing now. Having him arranged on hands and knees atop a desk brought
his backside up to a perfect height for close inspection. I rubbed lightly
up and down my fully primed prick as I leaned closer; not to see those
smarting curves but to put my face at the secret fissure I planned to
penetrate.

I only had to ease his cheeks slightly apart to allow my mouth access to
his sex hole. Pushing my nose against his crack I opened my lips and dabbed
the tip of my tongue about the junior porthole of his anus. I teased him
with sensations I knew he'd never felt before, tasting his most forbidden
flavour as I probed and slobbered at his ring.

Harder and harder I pressed my face into his cleft and more and more
greedily I licked and kissed at that clenched target. The size of him made
it easy to nuzzle from his sphincter down to his mini ball bag and back
again. And as I made his crack jucier and jucier I came closer and closer
to having him slippery enough to begin thinking about guiding my dick to
the heaven I was sure awaited it inside him.

Eventually I had no choice but to abandon my facetime with Smith's back
end. The rhythm of my hand had primed my rod to the point of no return, I
was either going to take the final step or cum while eating him out –
not the climax I had planned.

I straightened up and had a final tug as I looked at him, knowing the
hindquarters that had first drawn me to this boy were about to be mine. I
reached for his arm and helped him clamber off the desk then led him back
over towards my chair.