Date: Wed, 25 Sep 2019 16:12:19 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: PECKERWOOD PREP SCHOOL part 8 Here's the next part of my tale, i hope you enjoy it! Usual reminder/warning: This entirely fictional account describes sexual activity between an adult and a minor. If reading it is offensive, or if legal restrictions are relevant to you, then proceed no further. PECKERWOOD PREP SCHOOL 15. HARRISON I had quite forgotten about the two boys I'd asked to report to me, so I was quite surprised to find Thomas and Harrison outside my study after breakfast. "Ah, there you are," I said, "You had better come in." The to twelve-year-olds stepped into the room. I sat behind my desk and looked at them as the stood before me. "Now then, you know why you're here don't you?" I began. "Yes, sir," they replied in unison. "So, can you explain yourselves? What were you doing in the library yesterday when I caught you?" "It's my fault, sir," Harrison answered. "Go on." "It was my idea to bunk off from watching the rugby match with Thomas, sir." "Thank you for your honesty, Harrison, but does that explain the mischief you were both up to?" "That was my idea as well, sir," Harrison continued. "Is that true, Thomas?" I asked, looking at the chubby lad standing there. "Yes, sir," Thomas answered, "He made me do it." "I see," I said, putting on my most serious voice, "Well, in that case perhaps I ought not to punish both of you." Thomas looked relieved. "I think that's fair, sir," said Harrison, "It was all my fault so I should accept the punishment." "That's very noble of you, Harrison." There was no time to deal with this now, I thought, as in a few minutes the boys would all be off to chapel for morning prayers. "Very well," I continued, "You're both dismissed. Harrison, you're to report back to me during prep this evening. Now vanish, the pair of you, while I decide Harrison's fate!" "Thank you, sir," they both said politely as they left my study. ... They were both in my lesson later in the day along with all of my favourite boys, Miles and Nicholas, of course, and my lovely Dominic. It was Dominic who now had his hand raised. "Sir, sir!" he was beckoning. "Yes, Dominic?" "Was it Crazy Horse?" The class had been studying Native American Indians and today I was teaching them about the Battle of the Little Bighorn. "Correct. Well done," I said, "And who was the general?" More hands shot up and I pointed to Miles. "Custard, sir." This caused hoots of laughter and I had to calm the boys down before we could continue the lesson. I showed the class a picture of a warrior on his horse. "Why does he have a little apron on, sir?" asked one of the boys. "It's not really an apron," I explained. "As you can see, he's wearing some leather breeches but he also has what is known as a loincloth around his middle." "What for?" "Well, sometimes he wouldn't wear the trousers but just the little loincloth." "Why?" asked Nicholas. I could tell he was trying to embarrass me. "It's obvious," Miles interrupted, "If he didn't have the loincloth thing he would be all in the nude!" "And then everyone would see his weapon!" laughed another boy. "That will do, boys," I said, "Settle down now." Once I had restored order I was able to make a suggestion of my own. "As you all know," I began, "Next week is the last week of term and we'll be having our school Christmas party. And we all know what that means, don't we!" Several boys chorused their response, "Fancy dress, sir!" Peckerwood's Christmas party was always an important event, at least for the boys. It was a special tea with sandwiches, cakes, jelly and ice-cream. The dining hall was festively decorated and there were crackers and treats for all. Besides all that, it had become a tradition that the boys would come attired in fancy dress, each year group selecting a particular theme. "Quite so, boys," I said. "I believe that the third formers are going to be dressed as pirates and the second formers will be wizards and warlocks, so I think you fourth form boys would look splendid dressed as Native Americans. What do you think?" My idea met with an enthusiastic response. "It's break-time now, so you're all dismissed," I instructed, "But I want you to come up with some ideas for suitable costumes and we'll discuss it tomorrow." ... Harrison arrived at my study promptly that afternoon. "You asked to see me, sir," he said as I opened the door following his knocking. "Yes, Harrison, please come in." He stood before me as I sat behind my desk and my interrogation began. "Perhaps you can begin by explaining what you and Thomas were doing in the library when I caught you." "We were talking about stuff, sir," he began. "Stuff? What sort of stuff?" "Naughty stuff, sir." "I see, and what 'naughty stuff' was so important that you weren't watching the rugby match when you should have been?" "Tossing off, sir," he said sheepishly. "Tossing off? Do you mean masturbation. Harrison?" "Yes, sir." "And how do you know about masturbation?" "My brother showed me in the holidays, sir." I knew that Harrison had a brother who had been at Peckerwood a couple of years previously and was now, presumably, 14 or 15 years old. "Did he now?" I resumed. "Yes, sir, and I was telling Thomas about it when you caught us." "Telling? Don't you mean showing?" "Well, err, yes, I suppose I was showing him, sir." I pondered for a moment before continuing with my verdict. "I think we'll draw a veil over what the pair of you were up to," I said. "Thank you, sir," said Harrison with relief. "But I will have to punish you for missing the rugby match. I think 100 lines will be sufficient." There was another pause before Harrison spoke timidly. "Sir, is there another punishment I can do instead? 100 lines will take forever!" "What do you mean?" "Well, sir, Mr Smyth used special punishments sometimes, maybe I could do one of those?" I knew that Harrison had been in Mr Smyth's dorms as a younger boarder and I knew only too well what my teaching colleague was capable of but I needed clarification. "Sometimes when we did something wrong he would make us do naughty things as a punishment, sir." "Now you're talking about naughty things again," I admonished, "Tell me exactly what you mean?" "We would have to suck his willy, sir!" "Really!" "Yes, sir, and sometimes we would have to suck on it until he spunked up and one time he even made me swallow it, sir!" the boy garbled. "I see, I see," I said, "And what makes you think I would consider that as a good punishment for you." "I thought you might like it just like Mr Smyth," he explained, "And because I know that Dominic comes to see you at peculiar times, sir, and I reckon it isn't for extra tuition!" This took me aback for sure. If Harrison had worked out that I was inviting boys into my rooms for nefarious activities I wondered how many other boys knew. Was this boy trying to blackmail me somehow? I need not have worried as what he said next put my mind at ease. "I don't mind, sir, really I don't. Several masters here like doing naughty things (that phrase again!) with the boys. It's fine with me, sir, as long as no-one is hurt or anything." "I see," was all I could manage to say. "As a matter of fact it can be fun, sir, and it has to be better than doing 100 lines!" "I don't think that's a very good idea, Harrison." "Go on, sir, I know you like it," he grinned, "And Mr Smyth used to say I was one of the best at it!" And he was! With my mind made up, I was soon standing before him with my erection thrust through my flies and he wasted no time in wrapping his lips around my length. If having your cock up inside a boy's tight bum was perfection then having it inside a boy's eager mouth was not far behind and Harrison seemed a natural. Mr Smyth had taught him well, it seemed, although I later learned that most of his technique had been acquired from regular activities with his older brother that went back some years. He didn't just suck on it, moving his lips back and forth, but delighted in a variety of licks and even gentle nibbles. One moment his tongue would be flicking across the slit, the next it would be exploring the sensitive rim of my glans. Then he would trail his wet tongue up the underside of my shaft making it throb before devouring it as far as he could without gagging upon its size. All the while, he used his hands to squeeze it and slowly masturbate me. He even grabbed my balls at one point, tugging them downwards with his young hand. He knew I was close to ejaculating and briefly stopped to look up at me. "You can squirt your spunk in my mouth, sir," he said, rather out of breath, "I don't mind." Seconds later I was firing my hot semen into his mouth and he was swallowing each gobbet as fast as I was pumping it out. ... We agreed that this made a fitting substitute for his punishment. But after he left I was rather annoyed at myself. I had done little more than use him, I thought with more than a pang of guilt. It was true that he had seemed happy to oblige me thus but I had given him nothing in return. I liked to pleasure my boys, giving them as much titillation as I received and hopefully bringing them to orgasm. I owed Harrison that, at least, and decided, there and then, that next time he would be in for a treat. There will be more to come so please be patient. Thanks to those who have emailed. 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