Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 10:48:04 -0800
From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: Walker School House (authoritarian, historical, rural)

The year was 1876, the west was settling up more and more people were
heading west. The wagon trains came on a daily basis. Newton county was
beginning to expand a little bit at a little. Most the land was used for
cattle. Two biggest ranches were owned by William Grimes and Thomas
Windsor. You could say they owned the the town of Walker also.

The sheriff was put into office by Mr. Grimes and the store was owned by
Mr. Windsor. The old Walker school use to be on the end of town but it
burned down in 1875 as result of a lantern fire. They built a new one about
a half mile further down the road. It was in a field next to the river.

Raymond Chandler was hired as the head master and school teacher of the
Walker school. Mr. Chandler was 38 years old and came from Iowa on a wagon
train. He took the job in the summer of 1876. Most the kids were no problem
for Mr. Chandler except for Jason and Pike. Sometimes they just wanted to
play around.

Jason Grimes and Pike Windsor. The two 14 year old sons of William and
Thomas. The boys had been friends since they could walk. They had been were
given anything they wanted and that made for spoiled brats. Because their
fathers were so powerful in the community, they felt above everyone
else. Including Mr. Chandler.

On three occasions, Mr. Chandler had kept the boys after school as
punishment for disruptive behavior. The boys were not very fond of the
treatment. After all they were too old for that kind of treatment. Jason
told his father.  "Son," he said. "You have to deal with adversity. Take
the situation by the reigns and conquer it."  Pike received about the same
information from his father.

The two boys compared notes one day and came up with a plan. The next time
they stayed after school, they would be ready. It was Wednesday, Jason and
Pike caused another disturbance.  "Pike! Jason! You are out of order
again. Take your seats!" Mr. Chandler slapped the yard stick down hard on
his desk. "You two will stay after school today for your behavior!"


That afternoon Mr. Chandler released all the rest of the children to go
home. All except Jason and Pike. "You two will sit there and contemplate
your actions. If you don't know what contemplate means. It means think
about it."  After about a half hour, Jason and Pike got up and approached
Mr. Chandler's desk.  "Nobody told you to move. Get back in your seats!"

Jason was the first to speak. "I don't think so, Mr. Chandler."
Mr. Chandler stood up quickly. "What do you mean? I don't think so?"
Mr. Chandler came around the desk, as he did Jason tripped him and he fell
to the floor. Pike was on him like he was roping a calf. He quickly tied
his hands behind his back.  "What do you mean by this? Untie me
immediately! Do you hear me?"

"Yeah, we hear you Mr. Chandler." Pike stuck a handkerchief in his mouth
and tied it for a gag. Jason gave him a quick kick to the gut as he lay on
the floor.  "This time you keep your mouth shut!" Jason snapped.  Pike gave
his a good kick with his boot also. "We need to get a few things straight
around here." Pike added.

The boys yanked him up off the floor and stood him on his feet. Jason was
the same hight as Mr. Chandler, Pike was a little taller.  Pike grabbed
Mr. Chandler by the arms. "This time we'll do the teach'n and you'll do the
listen'n" He punched Mr. Chandler in the gut with his fist. Mr. Chandler
bent over as he came back up, Jason slapped him across the face.  "Do you
understand us?" Jason shouted.

Mr. Chandler nodded his head yes.  Pike sat down in Mr. Chandlers chair and
put his feet up on the desk. "Now, we need to get out lesson across to
you. So you'll understand it!"  Pike reached over, unfastened Mr. Chandlers
pants and pulled them down to the floor.

"Step outta those pants!" Pike ordered. Pike raised his suit coat up. "Hey!
Look at that little cock of his."  Jason ans Piked laughed and pointed at
him. Pike quickly pushed Mr. Chandler over the desk. Jason tied his ankles
to the legs on the desk so they were held apart. Pike tossed a rope over
the beam. He tied one end to Mr. Chandlers arms then pulled the rope
forcing Mr. Chandler's arms upward. He tied the other the other end to the
desk

Pike strolled around behind Mr. Chandler. "The way we see it. You need a
good ass whippin!"  Jason picked up the yard stick Mr. Chandler kept by his
desk. He landed the first whack straight across his bare ass. SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK!  Mr. Chandlers legs were shaking, his ass was turning
red. Jason handed the yard stick to Pike.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Mr. Chandlers as was not a bright
red. His body was shaking a little. Pike handed the yard stick back to
Jason who whacked him three more times. Jason looked down at Mr. Chandler's
face. He saw tears running down his cheeks. Jason gave out with a loud
laugh.  "Damn! I think we made him cry!"

Pike grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up. "Yeah! You're right."
they both laughed. "I kind of like stay'n after school." Pike said as he
sat down in Mr. Chandler's chair and stared between his legs. "Look over
here," he said to Jason. "Looks like his little cock got all hard."  Pike
reached between his legs and pulled his cock backwards.

"Ass whippin make your little cock hard?" Pike asked Mr. Chandler.  "That's
good," Jason interrupted. "Your cock gonna be hard most the day then."
Jason grabbed the yard stick again but this time he swung it up between
Mr. Chandler's legs. Catching him straight on the cock and balls.

His body heaved and bucked and shook several times. He was yelling through
the gag but all his sounds were muffled. Jason grabbed Mr. Chandler by the
hair and yanked his head back. "How'd that feel? Did you like that?"
Mr. Chandler shook his rapidly back and forth for no.  Pike walked around
in front of Mr. Chandler with the yard stick in his hand.

"You to think about the way you are. Your legs open and you balls dangling
down there. The next time I might use my boot instead of the yard stick."
Mr. Chandlers chin was just a bit over the edge of the desk. Pike untied
the gag from his mouth. "I bet you're real good at suck'n cock! Ain't ya?"
Jason jumped in. "Before you answer. Remember them balls of yours"

Mr. Chandler quickly nodded his head yes.  "Good!" Pike stepped up, took
his big uncut cock out of his pants and shoved it Mr. Chandler's mouth.
"That's good. You suck on it a long time. Keep your tongue moving over my
head."  Jason walked around behind the desk. He smiled at Mr. Chandler's
red ass. He picked up some pencils from off the desk. One at a time, he
slid them up Mr. Chandler's ass until he had six in there.

Jason smiled again as he looked between Mr. Chandler's legs and saw his
cock dripping a few drops of fluid. Suddenly, Pike gave out with a roar.
"OH YEAH! Suck it harder! Yeah!"  Jason saw the sperm dripping from
Mr. Chandler's mouth. He knew it was his turn.

Pike was amused by Mr. Chandler's cock swinging back and forth so he
grabbed it in his fist and played with it some. Suddenly, his hand felt all
wet. He looked down and Mr. Chandler had ejaculated in his hand.  "Damn!"
"What's wrong?" Jason asked, tucking his cock back into his pants.
"Chandler just shot his load all over my hand."

He grabbed Mr. Chandler's pants off the floor and wiped his hands clean.
"let's take the rest of his clothes off. Giv'me your pocket knife."  Jason
handed Pike the pocket knife and he cut the remaining clothes off
Mr. Chandler. "You not such a tough man all tied up and naked. Are ya?"  He
slapped Mr. Chandler across the face. "ARE, YA?"  Mr. Chandler shook his
head no.

They untied Mr. Chandler from the desk and removed the gag. They retied his
arms behind his back. They made him kneel on the floor by the desk.
"Before we leave. We need to go over a few manners." Pike stuck his boot on
Mr. Chandler's cock. "You call us by our right names. Mr. Grimes and
Mr. Windsor." He nudged Mr. Chandler in the balls. "You hear?"

"Yes," Mr. Chandler replied.  Jason slapped him across the face again. "I
wanna hear you say you got a little cock!"  There was a short pause. "I
have a little cock."

"What time is it, Pike?"  Pike looked at his pocket watch. "About five."
Jason grabbed Mr. Chandler by the hair and yanked his head back "We gotta
git home. But you remember when you come to school tomorrow. You make us
mad again. We'll use this yard stick on you balls! Not just once. All day!"

The kids at had a feeling something was different because Mr. Chandler was
not his usual self. He spoke different and walked different. Jason and Pike
walked into the room.  "Good morning Mr. Grimes. Good morning Mr. Windsor."
The other students stared at him. They never heard him ever say that.

Pike and Jason never said a word they just went to their desks and sat
down. The other students thought it was strange when Mr. Chandler never
said anything to Jason or Pike when they laughed out loud or turned to talk
to one another. Class was dismissed at 2:30 and the students rushed out the
doors heading for home. Mr. Chandler sat at his desk going over papers.

Suddenly he noticed Jason and Pike were standing
there. "Mr. Grimes. Mr. Windsor. Can I help you?"  Jason smiled at
him. "You sure can. We need our cocks sucked!"  "Please, boys. Listen, this
is not....."  Pike walked over to the desk and picked up the yard
stick. "Do we need to teach your ball a lesson?"  "NO! No, please. No."

Jason walked up to him. "I was gonna let you suck my cock like you
were. Now, I want you to do it naked!"  "Please, boys. Please."  "I said
NAKED!"  Pike slammed the yard stick down on the desk. "Strip them clothes
off, teacher!"

Mr. Chandler removed his clothes and stood in front of the boy completely
naked. Pike took a length of rope from his pocket and tied Mr. Chandler's
hands behind his back.  "Get on your knees!" Jason pulled his hard cock out
and slapped Mr. Chandler in the face with it. "Open your mouth! Suck my
cock!"

Jason had hold of Mr. Chandler's head, forcing him in and out over his
cock. He groaned, then moaned, making a deposit of sperm into
Mr,. Chandler's mouth. Pike stepped up, shoving his hard cock into
Mr. Chandler's mouth. "You better do a good job, teacher! Else I'll whip
you little cock!"

Pike put his dripping cock back in has pants. "You did alright, teacher."
"You should have no problem with them ropes." Pike and Jason walked out the
door. "See ya tomorrow."  Mr. Chandler managed to free his hands, dress
himself and lock the school house for the night.

Jason and Pike paid a visit to Mr. Chandler twice a week. They always told
their fathers they had to stay after school. They realized after they raped
him one day that he became more submissive. This time Pike undressed
Mr. Chandler. Tearing his clothes off and throwing them on the floor.  "Get
your ass over that desk!"

Mr. Chandler was securely tied to the desk, Pike used the yard stick on his
ass. Satisfied it was red enough, he smeared some bag balm in his ass. He
aimed his hard cock and deep into his ass. Jason was stroking his cock as
he watched. When it was his turn, he came after six strokes.

The next day when the boys stayed after school, Mr. Chandler stripped his
clothes off immediately. He didn't want to have them ripped from him
again. Jason and Pike laughed at him.  "You learn quick, teacher."  They
made Mr. Chandler stand naked by the chalk board with an eraser in his
mouth. They would write on the board and make him erase it. If he didn't
erase it completely, they would smack his ass with the yard stick.

They made him stand in the corner and play with his cock. He couldn't come
out of the corner until he ejaculated. For Mr. Chandler that was not very
long. The two boys had complete control over Mr. Chandler and he knew it.
One afternoon after school, the boys tossed a rope over the beam and
hoisted Mr. Chandler's arms high above his head. His feet were just
touching the ground.

Pike was slapping his nipples with the yard stick and Mr. Chandler was
yelping through the gag with every strike. His chest was all red around his
nipples. His cock was standing straight up in front of him. That was when
Tommy Peterson walked in. Tommy was 12, he lived a mile or so down the road
on a farm. He stood there just staring at Mr. Chandler hanging there naked.

"Come in, Tommy," Pike said waving his hand. "Something you need to ask
Mr. Chandler?"  Tommy walked over to the desk and shook his head no. His
eyes were still staring at Mr. Chandler and his hard cock.  "It's ok,
Tommy," Pike said. "You can touch his his little pecker. Even slap it
around if you like."

"Yeah," Jason laughed. "You can slap his little balls too."  They both
laughed.  Curiosity got the best of Tommy. He reached over and touched
Mr. Chandler's hard cock. It was uncircumcised, Tommy peeled the skin back
to have a look at the swollen head. It was wet all over the tip.

Jason tapped Tommy on the shoulder. "You wanna get good grades all the rest
of the year?"  Tommy nodded his head, "yeah, sure."  "All you have to do is
pull on Mr. Chandlers cock until it squirts all his juice out."  "I did
that lots of time in the barn," Tommy replied.

"That's what Mr. Chandler really likes."  Tommy grabbed Mr. Chandler's cock
and began yanking it up and down. Pike picked up the yard stick and gave
him several whacks across the ass.  "Hurry up! Shoot your jism!"
Mr. Chandler's dangling body began to shake and buck. Tommy yanked harder
and harder. Suddenly a stream of semen shot into the air and splashed on
the floor.  Tommy yanked another stream and another and another from
Mr. Chandler's cock.

The boys were laughing at how the orgasm had made him shake and quiver.
Jason gave Tommy Mr. Chandlers shirt to wipe his hands off.  "You wanna
have some more fun?" Jason asked Tommy.  "Yeah, sure!"  "Take those pencils
on the desk and shove them up his ass. One at a time."

Tommy grabbed the pencils and walked around behind Mr. Chandler. He poked
the pencil in the crack of Mr. Chandler's ass. Suddenly his body jolted.
"I think you found the hole, Tommy."  Tommy shoved the first one almost all
the way. Then the next and the next. Mr. Chandler's ass shook each time as
pencil was inserted.

Pike smiled at Tommy. "You like to have fun with Mr. Chandler."  "Sure do!"
Pike grabbed Mr. Chandler's balls with his fist and yanked him closer.
"You gonna give Tommy good grade for the rest of school. Ain't ya?"
Mr. Chandler quickly nodded his head yes.  Pike released the balls. "See,
Tommy. All taken care of."

The next time Jason and Pike took Mr. Chandler down to the river bank. They
stripped him and tied him between tow trees. They invited Tommy, Nate, and
Billy. Both Tommy and Nate were 13, Billy was 12. Pike had his yard stick
gently tapping Mr. Chandler across the balls.  "Please, Pike. Not hard on
my balls." Mr. Chandler pleaded.  "You stand there and keep your mouth
shut!"

"You know, This is the last year of school fer me and Jason."  Jason spoke
up. "Yeah. We need some one to take over for us when we leave."  "We was
think'in you boys should be the ones."  "Take over what?" Nate asked.
"Take over keep'in Mr. Chandler in line."  "He likes to think he's somebody
with that little cock of his."

The boys all laughed. Pike rapped Mr. Chandler one time across the balls. H
gave out with a sharp yelp. "Please. Pike. Not on the balls!"  They all
laughed. "Now me and Pike are gonna go have us a smoke. We're gonna leave
you boys with Mr. Chandler fer a spell."

"Yeah, Pike spoke up. "You boys need to teach Mr. Chandler to give you the
respect you deserve. You might have to help him along a bit with this yard
stick."  Pike handed the yard stick to Tommy. "You boys could practice
jerk'in him off some."

Pike and Jason went back up on the hill to roll themselves a smoke. The
took a puff and they could hear Mr. Chandler yelping occasionally. They
could faintly hear him pleading also.  "Please! Boys!, NO! Please. Don't do
that. Please. I'll do anything you want! Please, BOYS! Please. Not on the
BALLS! NO. NO."

"I think we left him in good hands. Don't you, Pike?"  "Yep. I do,"

"Please, BOYS! Not my ASS! Please, NO! Please, boys!"

They both laughed, making their down the hill and on their way to home.

END