Date: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 14:13:50 +0000 (UTC) From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net Subject: Danny - A Dirty, Bad Boy Please keep Nifty available with a contribution. Danny - A Dirty, Bad Boy He was doing it again. I knew he would. "Danny! What are you doing?" The boy reluctantly stopped fingering the stiff spike in his nylon warm ups. "N-n-nothing." "I will see you after school young man. Three o'clock sharp." ----- "Come in and close the door." The boy's cheeks puffed with petulance. He had been caught. Again. "Danny, this is the third time in two weeks. How many times do we have to go through this? You've been warned repeatedly and yet you still continue to masturbate in class." He cast his eyes down, watching his left foot twist the tip of his shoe on the gray linoleum. "Look at me when I speak to you young man. You've been warned repeatedly and yet you still continue with your filthy habit. Did you think I wouldn't notice you playing with yourself in the middle of class? Answer me, young man." "No." "Well, you will continue to be punished until you learn your lesson, you do understand that?" "Y-yes." His look changed from petulance to an anxious realization that the spanking was imminent. "Go get my yardstick." I watched the slightly chubby boy cross the classroom. I could see the outline of his somewhat outgrown, too small jockey shorts through the smooth polyester. The youngster returned with the rigid, unbendable wood. I took it in hand. "Pants and underwear down, young man. Grab the back of the chair." Danny dropped both to his ankles without much ado; he had done this half a dozen times now. As expected, his undergarment was soiled from front to back. "Danny, when is the last time you changed your underpants?" "I dunno, Mr. Robinson, a couple of days ago I guess." "A couple of days ago? They are filthy. Are you wiping yourself?" "Yeah." "It certainly doesn't look like it. Spread your cheeks." The boy reached back and parted his cleft. The boy's anus peeked from the center of a brown smear. "It doesn't look like you've wiped at all." "I did Mr. Robinson, I swear." "I don't think that's the truth young man. Anyway, it's time for your whipping. Start playing with your penis." Danny began his self abuse. I took aim. Smack! "Uhhnn!" The boy missed a stroke; not that it mattered, he was half-hard already. Smack! "Ow!" "It's supposed to hurt, Danny. It's the only way you're going to learn." I measured the pace of my ministration. Smack. Smack. Smack. Danny was, of course, stiffly erect. He masturbated determinedly. I gave a particularly resolute blow. "Ihhnnggh!" Halted by the stinging sensation, Danny writhed, giving a cry of pain that dissolved into something else - the guttural affirmation of the unslakable pleasure of boyhood. I chastised. "Don't you dare stop! You're going to learn not to handle your penis in my class. Is that understood?" "Yes, Mr. Robinson." Danny resumed fingering his painfully stiff boyhood. It was arrow straight with excitement. Smack. Smack. "Ihhnnnn!" "You keep jerking that cock." "Y-yes, yes, Mr. Robinson." Smack. Smack. "Uhh!" Smack. Smack. "Uhhh!" "Your bottom ought to be smarting by now, young man. It's getting nice and red." Smack. Smack. "Oww! Ow!" "Does it hurt?" "Y-y-yes, Mr. Robinson. It hurts!" I didn't doubt the boy's declaration. "Good. Maybe now you'll stop your filthy habit. What do you think your parents would say if they saw you now? Playing with your penis. Your scrotum all tight. Do you think they'd approve?" "N-no, no, Mr. Robinson." "That's right, Danny. They wouldn't. They would be disgusted by your actions." The boy's contrition brought a temporary cessation to his manipulations. That wouldn't do. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" "No, Mr. Robinson." Smack. Smack. "Innnhh ... Innnhhh ..." It wouldn't be long now. "What do you think your classmates would say if they saw you bent over, masturbating your penis? Do you think they would think you were cool?" "Innnhh ... Uhh ... N-nn-nn ..." "Well?" Smack. "Uhh ... Mister Rob ... Uhhh ... I'm ... I'm ..." Smack! The room echoed with a desperate, high pitched cry. "I'm gonna come!" He did, squealing like an animal. "Inngghh! Inngghh! Inngghh!" "Disgusting! What would people say if they could see what I see? Your dirty brown hole winking, making a mess on the floor. You're a dirty bad boy, Danny." ----- I marked the calendar on my desk. You would think eventually the boy would learn his lesson, but it seemed Danny would need more and more frequent reminders of what was and was not proper classroom behavior. Well, someone has to teach the hard lessons of life. Copyright 2014. All Rights Reserved.