Date: Sat, 31 Aug 2002 00:42:42 +0100 (BST) From: Chris Mark Subject: Teaching the Schoolboy a Lesson Ok, well, Nifty is a users group.. and since I've been reading here for a few years, I feel its only fair that I should contribute. Go easy on me though, I'm a Nifty virgin, and as such, would appreciate any feedback and suggestions. Anyway, have a read, let me know what you think, and I'll put up a part two if it's wanted. Just so you know, the people in the story are real, the events are a mix of fantasy and reality, and based on your feedback, future stories will be the same. Send feedback to: chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk flames will be ignored, so save your matches. Copyright chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk Teaching the Schoolboy a Lessons Well, this was something that I never expected. I never thought I had any kinks, perversions or fetishes. I thought my sex life was always going to be Vanilla. All that changed a few months ago when I met Chris. I met him online, we got on really well, and though we lived a hundred miles apart, I knew that one day I wanted to meet him. He was an amazing guy, cute, loveable, sweet... the ideal boy next door. (For those that want stats: 6ft, Brown Eyes, Brown Hair, about 140lbs) I was falling for him big time, but never thought that anything would come of it. After months of daily talking online, he finally agreed to come visit me. As the day of his visit approached, I became more and more nervous, I'd long ago dismissed the idea of us being anything more than friends, but even still, I was anxious about meeting the guy that I'd fantasised over for so long. His train arrived on time, and I stood waiting, he greeted me with a smile that sent a shiver through my body, he was gorgeous. While travelling back to my house, the conversation was sketchy and slightly awkward, I wasn't sure what to say to him, and found myself staring at him instead of the road. I'm sure I caught him looking at me too sometimes, but he quickly turned around and looked out of the window. We arrived at my place, and I quickly gave Chris a tour, I was still incredibly nervous about him being here, but guessed he was probably feeling quite similar. I had to talk to him, but I had no idea what to say, I managed to mumble: 'So, erm, do you want a drink or something?' 'Sure' he said, 'Can I have a glass of iced water?' 'No problem Chris, I'll just be a minute' I stumbled off into the kitchen, using the time alone to compose myself. There were a million thoughts running through my head, this guy was driving me crazy! I took the ice from the freezer, and cracked a few cubes into a glass. My hand slipped, and the glass fell to the floor, sending glass and ice everywhere. I stooped down to pick it up, cutting myself in the process. 'Shit.' Was about the most polite word I could say at that moment, and Chris came in to see what was wrong, 'Are you ok?' he asked, with genuine concern in his voice. 'Yeah, I'll be fine, it's just me being stupid, I cut myself' Chris helped me pick up the remainder of the glass, and then took my hand to examine the cut. I wasn't quite ready for physical contact, and recoiled at his touch. 'It's ok,' he said, 'I just think we should get a plaster for that,' I told him that the plasters were upstairs, in my room, and he said he'd go and get one. I sat back down on the couch, waiting for Chris to return, he seemed to be taking a rather long time, so I thought I'd best go and check on him. I made my way upstairs, and pushed open the door to my room. The site that greeted me is one image that will stay with me forever, Chris was sat on my bed, flicking through a porn mag, completely unaware of my presence. I was lost for words, I didn't know whether to be excited at the possibilities, or shocked that he'd found my magazines. Chris looked up, and on seeing me blushed, and stood up quickly, as if to pretend he wasn't really looking. This was the worst thing he could of done, as it just made the bulge in his trousers more prominent. He stuttered an apology, 'I..I.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look, please don't be mad at me, Sir.' This came as a surprise to me, Sir? Sir? No one except from the people at the Supermarket called me Sir. Looking at Chris, still trying to hide protect his modesty, put me in mind of a schoolboy being caught smoking by a teacher, and him calling me Sir added to that. The thing was, I had no idea what I should do, I'd never really thought of myself as dominant, never really thought about the possibilities of a situation like this, but, well, here I was. As I've said.. I really found this guy attractive, and the thought of getting him into a compromising position such as this was more than I could of hoped for, so here was my chance, here was my moment, carpe diem -- time to teach the schoolboy a lesson. I walked around the side of the bed, to stand beside him, and tried to get myself into character, looking him in the eyes, I said, 'What do you think you're doing boy? Do you think it's acceptable behaviour to go through someone's things?' he opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted him, 'Shh, did I tell you that you could speak? I will tell you when you can answer me, until then, keep quiet. I can see I'm going to have to teach you some manners, and to respect other people.' I was shocked that I had managed to say that, it wasn't me, it can't have been, I'm a nice, simple guy, I can't think like that. But I had, and I did, and I liked it. I looked at Chris again, he seemed shaken, but, judging from the bulge that remained in his trousers, he was enjoying this as much as I was. Time to take things one stage further. 'Now boy, I don't think that I will tell your parents, I'm sure that we can come to an arrangement to keep this between us, don't you agree?' again, he began to speak, 'I th..' but I cut him off mid sentence, 'I told you already, you may speak when I tell you to speak, that's twice I've had to tell you, maybe I should gag you to stop you speaking?' I wasn't prepared for this, I don't have any kinky rubber wear, or props or accessories, so I had to improvise. I went over to my tie rack in my wardrobe, and selected a few old ties, and, noticing my old school tie, I took that down too. I passed him the school tie, and told him to put it on, he did so, and I took a silk tie and folded it up, and put it in his mouth. 'There, now, maybe you won't speak, and you'll actually listen and learn, do you understand me?' Chris moved to take the tie from his mouth, I grabbed him by the wrist and said, 'What are you doing? You really don't seem to be able to do as your told, maybe I'll have to restrain you further.' I took another tie, and fastened it to one of his hands, pulling both his arms behind his back, I secured his hands together, and pushed him back onto the bed. Moving to stand over him, I looked down at him, he had a gleam in his eye and a lump in his trousers. I stared at it, and then said, 'Well, since you're not really going to be able to move, maybe I should teach you a real lesson.' Reaching down, I began to unfasten his trousers, pulling them down to his ankles. He was wearing very tight, white, underpants, and they barely hid his excitement. I pulled his socks and shoes off, and then removed his trousers. Spinning him round onto the bed, I took two more ties, and spread and fastened each leg to the footboard of my bed. I moved up onto the bed, and sat astride him, looking down at his chest rising and falling as his heart beat heavily. He seemed to be struggling to free his wrists, so I thought I'd better make sure he was ok, removing the tie from his mouth, I asked if he was ok, giving him permission to answer me this time, 'Yes Sir, I'm ok, I just don't want to get the rest of my uniform creased, would you mind taking my shirt off for me?' Well, who was I to argue? Chris seemed to be getting into this roleplay as much as I was, even to the extent of assuming a pseudo uniform! I undid the tie from his wrists, and slipped his shirt off, revealing his perfectly defined chest and stomach. I took the opportunity to tie each hand to the headboard, leaving him spread on my bed completely helpless. I took the tie that I'd used to gag him, and fastened it around his head as a blindfold. There he lay, the object of my desires and dreams, deprived of movement and his vision, completely in my control and at my mercy. Now, I thought, What do I do next?? Ok, over to you, any ideas on where this should go next? Please bear in mind that this is only a mild authority story.. so nothing too extreme or scary huh guys? Please send ideas/comments to chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk Thanks in advance!