Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2004 15:48:57 +0000 From: Shy Boy Subject: Part 1 - The Science Teacher The Science Teacher snbist@hotmail.com So, it was a Saturday morning, and there I was about to press the doorbell of my science teacher's house, dressed in my Boy Scouts uniform, ready to receive a detention like no other. You might want to know why. First you need to know that I went to an all boys grammar school, many years ago when things were much different to today. Also, I had to wear my brothers hand-me-down school uniform, which was too small for me. It comprised long grey socks, shiny black shoes, charcoal shorts (lined, and ironed with sharp creases), white shirt, red tie, grey jumper, grey blazer, red cap. My shirts wouldn't stay tucked in (which was a disciplinary offence), and the trousers were so tight on my bum, and so short, that I must have looked very appealing to the several teachers who appreciated boys with lots of smooth bare thighs on show, and who also liked to get them alone for a while. The science teacher I mentioned had a fondness for shy boys, and picked on just a special few (his "good boys"), to assist with clearing up at the end of the day, putting all the lab stuff away etc. He also ran several after school clubs (swimming, camping, photography etc.) and used to be a scoutmaster until he quit for some reason. Most times he just liked to touch, such as steadying my legs while I was standing on the ladder putting away the high up stuff, but sometimes I heard the door being locked ... which meant something else. He would invent some offence or other and then decided I needed to be punished. He unlocked a special drawer that contained his personal stuff, and would get out something like a wooden ruler, a leather strap, or the like. He would have me take up a pose, such as sitting on the edge of the prep table, feet together, knees apart, lean back on my elbows .. then slap my bare legs, inside thighs etc. Not hard, just lots of gentle stings. The ruler, or his hand, would usually travel up inside my shorts to have a "little look". On other occasions he would go further. Maybe nudge my penis a few times until I started an erection, which was declared as another offence ("you naughty boy!"). That meant shorts down, and over his lap for a good long hand spanking. If the hardness remained after that (which it always did), or there was a wet spot on my white underwear (which there usually was), he said I hadn't learnt my lesson, so now it was pants down! There was a degree of ritual here, because I had to put my hands on my head (which raised the bottom of my small shirt to about my belly button) whilst he gently lowered the waist band, making sure that my erection was bent down as far as possible until just the circumcised glans were caught in the strained elastic. Then it was back over his lap and a bit of a wriggling to get comfortable - my erection popping free and going down between his thighs, his tenting in his trousers, pushed against my hip. His breathing got heavier now, and the smacks were just token gestures to get his hands on my bare bum and to get my stiffy rubbing up and down between his now tightly closed thighs. This was fairly pleasant. Most 13 year olds would try to avoid being spanked by their teachers, but as it didn't actually hurt much, and normally ended with a better orgasm than I got from my regular wanking, I didn't mind. The first time I came down his trousers was very embarrassing, but now it was just the normal climax. However, he sometimes surprised me. Once, when he knew I was just on the edge, he quickly grabbed a small glass jar and held it over the end -- capturing my cum for later, or maybe just to save the stains on his clothes! Another time, he had spanked me a bit too hard and I went soft -- so he gently rubbed some cold cream on my wounds, then worked it down my crack, which brought me back up at extra strength leading to the most vibrant spurts I can remember. Anyway, one day, while I was alone in the lab putting things away, I noticed his bunch of keys was laying on a desk -- so I decided to satisfy a curiosity -- what was inside his private drawer? Very nervously, I took the keys, found the correct one (a complicated high security job) and turned it in the lock. As I opened the drawer, my nose immediately received a musky smell, I was surprised to see just how big it was, and what a huge array of stuff it contained. There were all the expected rulers and belts in one compartment, a set of tubes, nozzles, and clips in another, a load of black straps and silver buckles, plastic penises with batteries in, jars of cream and other stuff, and then at the back a section that had a lid on. When I took the lid off, the smell got stronger, and there were several pairs of screwed up boys underwear, and a photo album with a clasp on. As I undid the clasp, and saw what appeared to be loads of black and white pictures of ... the door opened, and in he came! I froze in fear, and he went ballistic. He shouted and ranted and yelled -- he threatened me with every punishment imaginable ... expulsion, prison, public flogging, and certain death. I humbly whispered "sorry sir" and started putting back all the things where I found them ... He paced around, he looked outside, he locked the door. He had calmed down, but was still a bit agitated: "OK, Jenkins (that's my name, by the way), I've had an idea ... " "Rather than go through all the official route of getting you expelled from school, I'm going to give you a Saturday detention" I couldn't believe this, the most serious crime I've ever committed at school, and all I'm getting is a Saturday detention ... you got that for dropping litter! He continued: "But, you're still in the Scouts, aren't you Jenkins?" "Yes Sir" (although I can't see the relevance) "Right, so the detentions at my house, 10am sharp, and be in your Scouts stuff" "Yes Sir, but why Sir?" "Lets just say, Unfinished Business" ----- I rang the bell, and heard footsteps. He slid back a security chain, and through the opaque glass I saw he was in Scouts uniform too ... the door opened, I swallowed, and stepped inside. snbist@hotmail.com