Life at Ferndale

Life at Ferndale 3

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Part 3

Johnathan looked up at the girls through tear filled eyes. A deep feeling of utter shame suddenly engulfed him as he lay, nakedly and openly exposed to their gaze. He could hardly believe that he was at the mercy of the three prettiest girls in the whole school; girls that he would never have had the nerve or bravado to even talk to in the previous normality of his school life. They seemed so superior and aloof, way beyond and above him, that he blushed at the sheer humiliation of his position. He had quaked in fear as Miss Patricia had calmly announced that he was to be made to ejaculate twice more. He shivered as they began to caress his body. Their hands were everywhere, smoothing over his flesh. He shivered as they began to gently arouse him, stroking his chest and his face before moving their soft touches over his torso and down to his pubis. He knew that his penis had softened as Patricia casually swept it from side to side as she withdrew her fingers from deep inside his bottom. Suddenly she held the tip of the glans, stretching the flesh upwards as she slid his foreskin back down the plump shaft.

“Now Johnathan, you may find this a little intense, but you have been a naughty boy, so we are going to milk all that bravado out of your little peenie. Naughty boys have to be dealt with properly, so Sweetheart there will be no respite for you until we have emptied you of all your naughtiness.”

Johnathan watched in trepidation as she dipped her hand into the jar of lubricant. Her fingers were glistening as they disappeared below his hips. He shivered as he felt her gently touch his sphincter. Her fingers felt firm and insistent as she probed the tender opening to his bottom. Deftly, Patricia slipped her fingers through his sphincter, allowing him no relief as she smoothly but firmly pushed until she had located his prostate gland. He tried to cry out, but his exclamation was cut short as Miss Susan fastened her lips to his and thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth. She smothered his responses to the rapid plundering of his feelings.

Johnathan was lost to their ministrations as his testicles were squeezed firmly. Patricia slid his foreskin resolutely down the shaft of his penis. She allowed no time for him to assimilate to the sensations as she rapidly manipulated the soft flesh of his penis. Up and down, her hand flew over the plump and exposed tissue of his penis, feeling the member harden as she cajoled and excited his nerve endings. “Come along Johnathan, there will be no shirking. I fully intend for you to give of your best.”

The girls exploited his shivering body, knowingly prodding and stimulating his flesh until he was shivering and shaking uncontrollably. He was lost to their urging, unable to resist their clever and intuitive manipulation of his erogenous zones. Miss Susan had robbed him of his breath for a whole minute before she released his lips to his gasps and gulps for air.

The boy was beyond himself, a mere chattel to be prodded and probed at their will. Patricia smiled to herself as his penis hardened and throbbed. She increased the speed of her hands, delighted at the feeling of his sphincter squeezing her fingers as he began to ejaculate helplessly. His body suddenly became stiff and rigid, his muscles taut except for a fine shiver as semen spurted from the tip of his urethra.

The torturous climax was ignored by the girls as they continued unabated, nonchalantly allowing him no respite as they stimulated him right the way through his ejaculation. Disallowing even a moments relief from his surfeit of torment. On and on it progressed as inevitably one climax melded into the next, his ejaculation seemingly incessant and prolonged beyond endurance. His penis and prostate pulsed through another orgasm and yet there was no emission. Patricia was delighted as she watched his penis and felt his prostate pulsing wildly through a dry ejaculation.

“Good boy, Johnathan, I am very pleased with you. It’s all over now Sweetheart.”

Her words seemed distant as the boy slipped away from her; a blackness descending upon him, releasing him from the anguish and agonising stimulation of his tormentors. It was several minutes later before he was able to hear Patricia’s comforting voice and feel the girls’ soft and gentle caresses upon his body.

“Poor baby boy! Was it all too much for you Johnathan. Never mind, naughty little boys have to have their little peenie’s milked if we are to turn them into good little boys.”

Johnathan was hardly conscious as warm washcloths cleaned his trembling body and gentle kisses caressed his lips.

It was an hour later as Johnathan was bathed and gently dried with warm fluffy towels. They laid him upon the bottom sheet of his bed as Delphine appeared holding a pillowcase, which she had folded into a triangle. She also carried with her a large tin of talcum powder. The girls held his legs up towards his chest as Delphine slipped the pillowcase under his bottom. She then sprinkled the talcum powder liberally over his bottom. They laid his legs back down as Delphine handed the powder to Patricia. Patricia was delighted with Delphine’s ingenuity as she covered his penis and testicles with the fine powder. She gently smoothed the pure white particles all over his pubis before pulling the makeshift diaper up between his legs. She smiled at Delphine as the enterprising girl handed her a large safety pin. Patricia was delighted with the boy’s profuse blushes as she pinned the corners of the diaper together. The girls covered him up after admiring his blushing face and diaper clad body.

“There we are my baby boy, get a good night’s sleep. We have a very busy day tomorrow, Sweetie.”

Johnathan slept a deep sleep unaware that the girls had left the room. They congregated in Patricia’s new private accommodation, admiring the thoughtfulness of the headmistress’s generous furnishments and provisions. Delphine looked at the two twelve-year-old girls. “I hope that I have not impinged upon your management of the boy. I have enjoyed watching your handling of him, which I think is excellent. You have certainly brought him down to size. Please tell me what you think of my contribution.”

Patricia smiled broadly at the beautiful sixth former. “I am delighted with your help. I couldn’t think of another girl in the whole school that could have embarrassed and humiliated him more. Any time that you fancy coming to help, we would love to have you. You must realise that you are the girl that most of the boys fantasise about. I can imagine that you figure in most of their erotic thoughts as they rub their little penises under the bed clothes at night.”

Delphine chuckled at Patricia’s observation and then looked earnestly at both Patricia and Susan. “I think you know that I sometimes supervise the study periods. Miss Goodman asks me occasionally when there are no staff available. I just sit at the teacher’s desk and do my own work while keeping an eye on the pupils to see that they are actually studying. As you will know, some of the boys have study partners, usually a girl that is more conscientious in her work ethic than the boy.” Patricia was well aware of all this, but still listened intently as Delphine continued. “John Hinton is one of the boys with a female study partner. She is thirteen, but very bright for her age. Her name is Gillian Rendell. I don’t know if you know her, she wears glasses and dresses very modestly when she is dressed in her own clothes, which is allowed for study periods.” Again, Patricia knew this but also knew that Delphine was coming to an important point. She had seen the rather studious girl around and knew that she was a bright and intelligent girl and also very pretty beneath her modest appearance.

Delphine continued. “Surprisingly, I observed that Johnathan respects and admires her. He displays none of his bravado or rudeness when he is with her and is quite meek in her presence. I’ve noticed that she is able to explain much of the text that he has difficulty with, in a way that he understands, his grades are now near the top of the class. So here is the crux of what I am going to suggest. Perhaps you could find a way to give Johnathan a bare bottom spanking while he is in her presence. What do you think, I know the boy would cringe at the very thought of such an embarrassment.”

“Delphine, that is a superb suggestion, I just know that he would be so intimidated. I wonder whether Gillian takes the same Human Biology class as Johnathan. I am going to suggest to Miss Goodman that he is chosen to be the live model for one of those classes. I am sure that his predictable response of a flat refusal will earn him a through bare-bottom spanking in front of the whole class. It would not be the first time that Miss Symonds has stripped a boy and taken him over her knee. Her punishments are very thorough, she always uses her ebony hairbrush to the boys and they are always in tears by the time she has finished.”

Susan giggled infectiously and laughed out loud as they all joined in. “The poor boy, he will almost die of the shame of it.”

Patricia looked at Delphine. “I am sure I can engineer that with a little help from Miss Goodman.”

Patricia made sure that the boy’s time was well managed over the weekend. His milking schedules were adhered to, and his studying was intensive with the personal tuition of Patricia. She discovered that the boy was bright but lazy. Any thoughts he had of taking it easy were quickly dispelled as Patricia started to mould him to her liking. She made sure that by Sunday night he had read and absorbed each subject so that by his bedtime he was one lesson in front of the rest of his class.

Patricia had decided to diaper him each night and was delighted with her subjugation of him. She did not spare his blushes as she instructed Susan to talk to him as if he was a child rather than a fifteen-year-old boy. She knew that Monday would be a shock to the boy’s system and looked forward to the event with relish. She had speedily organised his whole timetable to the grateful thanks of Miss Symonds and the amusement of the headmistress who had shook her head in mirth as Patricia unveiled her plans for the boy.

Johnathan did not realise how involved he would be in the new class labelled ‘Human Biology’ as he looked at his revised timetable which was pinned to his door. Patricia and Susan had bathed him earlier than usual, scrubbing and shaving his body until he was squeaky-clean. His school uniform was newly pressed, and his shirt was crisp and gleaming white as Patricia finished dressing him. “It says, Johnathan, that Human Biology is in classroom three. I will escort you to the class and then leave you there. I can tell you that your teacher will be Miss Symonds. I know that she is an expert at punishing late comers, so you will need to be on time.”

Patricia looked at her watch before continuing. “Right, that leaves us five minutes to walk to class. Now hold the handrail as you go down the stairs like a good little boy and then hold my hand once we reach the corridor.” She knew that he had heard her instructions by his blushing cheeks. She made sure that he held her hand as they walked, he was conscious of girls passing the other way, some sniggering at him holding hands with a twelve-year-old girl. Others were openly laughing at his short tight trousers and blushing cheeks. Patricia squeezed his hand in a supportive gesture as she came to a stop outside classroom number three. “Now Johnathan, be a good boy and do whatever Miss Symonds tells you. I happen to know that she is very strict and punishes students on their bare bottoms so be obedient and do not talk unless she asks you a question.” Patricia kissed him quickly on the cheek and knocked on the door for him. She did not wait to see his reception as she walked a few yards back as the door was opened for Johnathan and he was beckoned inside.

As soon as he was out of sight, she opened the door situated to her side and entered Miss Symonds office situated in the next room to the classroom. She walked towards the teacher’s desk and sat down, staring at the young teacher’s bank of monitors. She was surprised at the clarity of the pictures on the four monitors. Patricia did not intend to miss one moment of the boy’s embarrassment and had arranged to view the boy’s progress before she slipped into the classroom and took her seat to watch from a spare desk.

Johnathan blushed as he saw the smart young woman smiling at him. She was tall and slender, more like a fashion model, he thought, than a teacher. She was wearing an A-line pleated skirt which revealed her athletic thighs almost to her thong. Her blouse displayed the contour of her firm breasts, the outline of her nipples was clearly visible against the navy-blue silk. Johnathan was immediately intimidated by her beauty and averted his eyes, looking down to his feet as he blushed.

There was a dozen or so girls in the classroom with a wide gamut of ages. Miss Symonds addressed them as she moved away to her desk. “Alright girls, settle down and go to your desks, Hinton… go and find a desk and sit down please. Johnathan looked up as he turned towards the classroom, to his delight he saw that Gillian Rendell was in the class, he looked across at her as she beckoned him to take the seat next to her. He quickly seated himself feeling her thigh next to his bare leg. She could tell that he was relieved to find a friendly face, forgetting for a moment that she had not seen him in his short trousers before. She did not comment but smiled at him quickly as he sat close to her.

Miss stood up behind her desk and surveyed the silent pupils seated before her. “Right class, listen to what I have to say. As you know our previous models have all been elderly. They volunteered for the sake of the school and the little bit of pocket that money they earned for their session. Our Headmistress, Miss Goodman, has decided that from now on our models will come from our own pupils. That will be boys for the girls’ classes and girls for the boys’ classes. As this will be entirely new, and, as yet, we have not asked for volunteers, our models will come from pupils who have fallen foul of the school rules.”

She paused and then continued. Her beautiful face betrayed none of the pleasure she was feeling. On first seeing John, she had been beguiled by his good looks and athletic physique. Her anticipation was kept in obeyance as she continued.

“The most serious of all of our school rules, is physical violence towards another pupil. To accelerate the miscreant’s rehabilitation, he or she will be required to provide community service to the benefit of our illustrious school. So today we have with us John Hinton, who has violated our most serious school rule and has already had his bare bottom severely paddled by Miss Goodman. Further to his corporal punishment he has been put under constant supervision to monitor and guide his rehabilitation. As a further incentive towards better behaviour, he will be required to provide a public service that will greatly enhance today’s lesson. So, Johnathan Hinton will become our model for this human biology class.”

Johnathan dared not look at Miss Gillian. Every word that Miss Symonds had spoken was like another whiplash of pure shame and humiliation. He knew that all of the girls had looked at him as Miss Symonds had informed them of his bullying bravado and cruelty to another boy. There seemed to be not one ounce of sympathy towards him. He felt thoroughly chastised with a deep feeling of guilt and helplessness. Had he not felt so discredited and mortified at her words he might have looked towards Miss Gillian, but all of the girls’ disapproving expressions seemed to condemn him to the fires of hell. His stomach churned and his body trembled with such an acute sense of pure remorse, that he hung his head in shame.

Although Ruth Symonds noticed Johnathan’s blushing face and trembling lips, she did not look at him directly until she had finished speaking. Now, she turned towards him and addressed him her expression suddenly acquired an authoritarian and serious mien.

“Hinton stand up and come to the front of the class please.”

Johnathan did not know what to do other than to obey. He had yet to contemplate what was in store for him, but the teacher’s expression willed him to quickly slide out of his seat and move forward between the row of desks. Miss Symonds description of his bullying and public portrayal of his punishment had turned his face purple with humiliation. Now every girl knew that Miss Goodman had paddled his bare bottom. He was trembling violently as he made his way to the front of the classroom.

John was aware of the absolute silence that pervaded the room. He stopped in front of the four steps that accessed the teacher’s podium. “Come up the steps and stand in front of my desk. Kneel down and remove your shoes and pretty little ankle socks and place them on my desk; then take off your jacket and give it to me.”

John’s blushes grew deeper and even more vivid as he began to obey her instruction. He knew that he was trembling even more violently as he tried to untie his laces. Eventually he managed to remove his shoes and then his ankle socks. With trembling hands, he placed them on the young teacher’s desk and began to remove his school blazer, which he held out towards his teacher. He looked at her, blushing as she caught his eye. “So far, so good, Johnathan, but you were rather slow in obeying my order. Any tardiness on your behalf will earn you a severe paddling in front of the whole class.”

In the room behind the podium, Patricia turned up the audio of the flat screen monitors so that she might catch every word of Johnathan’s strict new teacher. She was delighted with Johnathan being so acquiescent to Miss Symonds. She settled back in her comfy chair as she watched and listened to the events unfolding.

In the classroom, Johnathan waited for his next instruction, determined not to invite punishment from the beautiful young teacher. She looked him in the eye. “Hands by your sides and face the class. I am going to undress you. I must warn you that any resistance will immediately incur punishment.”

She stood behind him, her lithe and fit body pressing against him. Johnathan could feel her breasts pressing firmly against his back. She slipped her arms around him, trapping his arms against his sides. She began to undo his tie. She pulled it from around his neck and left him for a moment as she placed it on her desk.

Her dexterity made short work of the buttons of his shirt. She slid it from his shoulders and pulled it upwards from his trousers. Johnathan was aware of the keen interest from the female pupils as she bared his chest to their view. Again, she left him for a few moments as she opened his shirt out and laid it on her desk so that it would not crease.

Ruth had to make a concerted effort to avoid displaying her excitement. She noticed that her pupils had made no such effort as she saw that they were all leaning forward on their desks with anticipation of the boy’s unveiling. She gently let her breasts move over his bare back as she placed her hands against his nipples before sliding gently down his body to the waistband of his short trousers.

She felt the boy suddenly shiver as she unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops. Casually she placed it over his shoulder as she undid the waist button and then the front buttons of his trousers, opening the fly wide. She realised that his trousers were too tightly tailored to allow them to descend without help. She left him with his rather girly underpants exposed as she took his belt and laid it on her desk. When she returned, she realised that the boy was shivering in shame. She dipped gracefully and pulled the short trousers down to his ankles.

“Lift your feet and step out of your trousers. Come along hurry up.” Johnathan was so humiliated by the faint titters that he heard in the room, as the girls were amused by his thin school pants, he felt so ridiculous and stupefied that he could not move. The girls, he realised, would be all wearing the same style of garment, and they had recognised them immediately as being exactly the same as their own.

“It will be a paddling for you, Hinton. Now obey me promptly and step out of them before I take you over my knees.” Johnathan suddenly came to his senses and stepped out of the short school trousers, blushing profusely as he realised that he was naked apart from the thin white garment that had prompted the derision of the young girls who were all watching him avidly.

She took the trousers to her desk and as she turned, she saw that Johnathan had placed his hands over the front of his underwear. She smiled to herself, another infraction that she would use to her advantage. She could see that all of her pupils were awaiting the final unveiling. She stood for a moment examining his body. He was without a doubt a perfect specimen. Long thighs above long lower legs. A slim waist above slim hips and a perfect torso, not overly muscled but trim and athletic. His neat facial features she had already ascertained as being perfect in every aspect, and she suddenly realised that he was the most beautiful boy that she had ever set eyes upon.

She did not waste time pondering his genitals. She merely carried on with her agenda. “Hands back by your sides Johnathan unless you want even more punishment than what you have already accrued.”

She stood behind him once more and immediately pulled his hands back down by his sides. “Stay where you are!” She returned to her desk and took a silk scarf from her drawer. Moving behind him, she spoke to him firmly. “Place your hands behind your back.” Surprisingly the boy obeyed her immediately. “That’s better, now I am going to help you.” She wrapped the scarf around his wrist and tied a loose knot. “I have not tied you tightly, just enough to remind you - should you try to cover yourself again.”

Ruth Symonds dipped down again and placed her hands at either side of his thighs. She slipped her fingers under the elastic encompassing each thigh and quickly whisked the garment down to his ankles. She realised that the boy had flexed his arms and suddenly felt the light constraint of the scarf. He had immediately given up especially when he realised that his pants were already around his ankles.

The gasps from the girls were in total unison as they caught sight of his plump penis and bulging scrotum. “Good boy, now just relax while the girls get the room ready for my lesson. Johnathan quickly stepped out of the flimsy garment. He did not try to escape the silk scarf or bring his hands to the front to hide his plump penis and testes.

One of the younger girls exclaimed. “Ooh Miss, he hasn’t got any hair yet.” Ruth smiled at the comment. “He did have hair, but as part of his rehabilitation, he has all his pubic hair shaved off. In future young miss, you will put your hand up if you want to speak to me.” The girl uttered a meek… “yes Miss” as she dropped her head.

Miss Symonds instructed the girls in a firm voice. “Do not attempt to move the desks unless there are two of you.” She paused as she watched two of the girls wheeling an examination couch out of the stockroom, placing it in the centre of the room they plugged it into a floor socket. The chromium couch was of a complex design, electronically and hydraulicly operated. The stirrups were of the latest design with two deep half loops for each leg. It was able to support both thigh and calf and ensured that there was no room for movement of the legs once laid deep into the half loops.

Johnathan was acutely aware of the girls staring at his body as they moved their desks to stand against the walls, leaving the floor space clear apart from the couch.

As soon as they had cleared the desks, Miss Symonds addressed them. “Come to the front and stand in a semi-circle so that every one can see.” The girls looked up at the naked boy, their eyeline level with his pubis. Miss Symonds smiled at the blushing boy as she moved to his side. She slipped the silk scarf from his wrists. “Put your hands upon your head Johnathan and stand with your legs apart.” She watched the boy blush to a deeper hue of red as he obeyed her instruction.

“Now girls, I am going to point out the most obvious differences between male and female, you will be able to study the anatomical names from your textbooks, so I will keep my description short. Johnathan is just fifteen years old and has a superb physique and facial features. His proportions are perfect, he is not overly muscled but lithe and athletic. Now notice the narrow hips, the male innominate bones are much narrower than that of a female, his pectoralis major and latissimus dorsi are well developed but not like that of a body builder or weightlifter. That holds true of the deltoid muscles too. His torso reveals good abdominal muscle. His thighs are longer than most males as are his lower legs. Now we will move on to subject of this Lesson. The erogenous zones of the male body.”

She placed her hand gently on the back of his neck. “The back of the neck responds to gentle stroking as do the nipples.” She moved her hand to stroke both nipples, watching him shiver with sensation. “The male nipples are sensitive, like a female nipple, a fact which is often ignored. Now the whole of the male pubis is very sensitive, but we will deal with the penis and testicles as being the most obvious. You will already observe the swelling of his penis after I stroked his neck and his nipples. The scrotum, which holds his testicles has many nerve endings.”

Johnathan was now blushing profusely. She had aroused him quickly and expertly. His bottom lip was trembling. Several times he had wanted to cover himself with his hands. But her warning of a thorough paddling had scared him. To his shame he realised that she had total mastery over his body. Reluctantly he pressed his hands more firmly upon his head. He could feel her breasts press against his body as she reached down. Her nipples felt firm against his timid flesh. He suddenly realised that Miss Symonds could not have been wearing a bra.

She cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand as she continued. “The testes within the scrotal sac are extremely delicate. Trauma to the testes can cause immense pain so they must be handled delicately. You will notice that the penis has already become erect. This is the outward visible sign of arousal in the male. Now to the penis itself.”

Miss Symonds delicately placed two fingers on either side of the shaft making Johnathan shiver in shame. “Johnathan has a perfectly proportioned penis, he has been expertly circumcised, so that the prepuce or foreskin covers the glans, but still reveals the urethral opening.” She nonchalantly retracted his foreskin with her other hand, making the boy shiver with sensation of it. “You can now see the coronal rim and the frenulum. This delicate tissue is very sensitive as is the rim of the glans penis. So, girls, bear in mind the delicacy of the testicles and penis when you perform your personal examination of the male erogenous zones. The penis is just as sensitive as the clitoris is in a female. I want your examinations to be clinical rather than sensual. Just remember, you are not to make him ejaculate, he is sexually naïve so you must be very careful. I repeat, do not make him ejaculate or Johnathan will not be the only student in this class with a bare bottom.” She looked down at the eager young girls aware that the boy was hyperventilating at the thought of the being examined by the pretty girls.

Miss Symonds went to her desk and withdrew a light wooden paddle. Johnathan saw that the paddle had holes all along the sides and the centre. He shivered at the sight of it.

“Although you are free to examine the boy, I do not want you to make him so aroused as to risk an ejaculation. I am aware that you have examined older males before, but a young male is far, far more responsive. Anyone ignoring my directive will be over my knees for a severe paddling.”

Johnathan was shivering as he realised that every girl in the room would be intimately examining him, would he be able to withstand their touch and not ejaculate.

“Right girls, starting from your left, I want two girls at a time to come up the steps and perform your examination. I want you to be thorough but conscious of this boy’s extreme sensitivity to your touch. I do not want you to touch his buttocks as we will be covering this further on in the lesson. Now before you come up, I am going to give Johnathan one stroke of the paddle to remind him not to succumb to an ejaculation.”

Miss Symonds faced the boy. “I am sorry Johnathan, but I want you to realise Just how painful my paddle can be. Keep your hands upon your head and stay as you are.” She stood to his side and touched his bottom with the paddle. Swiftly she raised the hard wood instrument of chastisement to her right aiming for the centre of bottom. Her aim was devastatingly accurate as she twisted her body to provide extra momentum. The sound of the single stroke echoed around the room as his buttocks suddenly flattened at the impact of the paddle. The sting seemed to engulf his body as the pain spread through his tender bottom. Tears filled his eyes and he gasped with the shock of it. “Oh Miss… oh, can I rub my bottom, oh please it hurts so much.”

“I’m sorry Johnathan, I want you to feel it while you are being examined. Now make sure that your hands are firmly upon your head.”

Johnathan stood shivering with the pain in his buttocks as the first two girls mounted the steps and stood in front of him. He recognised both of the girls who were from his own fourth form and guessed that they were firm friends as he had never seen either of them on her own. One of the girls had beautiful and lustrous dark hair which shone under the lights of the classroom the other girl was blonde, her hair was brushed to a shine and was tied back severely. The one on his left he thought was called Vicki, but he could not be sure. The smirks on their pretty faces caused him to blush to a deep red, his blushes exacerbated his embarrassment as they placed their hands upon his chest and scored their fingernails over his nipples until they hardened prominently.

His stomach muscles quaked visibly as they stroked downwards. “Oh, Johnathan you are shivering, why is that… we are not going to hurt you.” Johnathan mumbled but did not speak such was his embarrassment. He could not believe how shameful it was to stand naked, his legs wide apart and his hands firmly on his head as their delicate hands descended to his penis and testicles. He was helpless to stifle his gasp of humiliation as one of the girls cupped her palm gently under his scrotum, while the other grasped his erect penis. The blonde girl seemed cognisant of the male body as she slipped one hand between his legs and stroked along his perineum, smoothing her palm back towards her and lifted his scrotum. The girl holding his penis with both of her hands, looked into his eyes triumphantly as she spoke to him.

“Now Johnathan, we are going to retract your foreskin so that we can see what’s hidden underneath it. I can tell from the throbbing of your penis that you are aroused. I don’t want any little accidents while we examine you so behave yourself and relax, otherwise you will be getting some more strokes from Miss Symonds’ wicked paddle.”

They almost burst into giggles as the dark-haired girl nonchalantly skinned his foreskin down the shaft of his penis until it was stretched tight. She could feel his penis throb violently at the intense sensation. She scored her fingernail around the rim of the corona, delighted as she saw and felt his body start to quiver constantly. The girls looked at him as they held him captive. His face had turned to a deeper shade of red as they changed hands with each other.

The blonde girl stretched his foreskin down the shaft to reposition it after it had been released by her friend. “I can feel your pulse throbbing in your penis, Johnathan. I am just going to stroke over the head to see how sensitive it is, so stay still for me.”

Johnathan blushed again as she probed the tip of his urethra. His blushes increased as she encircled the head and stroked her fingers delicately around the coronal rim of the glans.

The young boy almost jumped out of his skin at the arousing sensation. He thrust his hips backwards in a vain attempt to escape her touch, only to receive a lighter slap from the paddle that Miss Symonds held in her hand. Her voice was crisp as she spoke to him. “That was only a tap Johnathan, the next time you try and evade your examination will incur a very hard stroke.”

He shivered helplessly as the girls continued their ‘hands on’ examination of his genitalia. Seemingly, they ignored his gyrations as they continued to examine his genitals. He was relieved as Miss Symonds instructed the girls. “Right, that will do, go down and let the next two girls come up.” He heard giggles from the crowd of girls as the two young girls left him with his penis bobbing up and down seemingly of its own volition.

The humiliation continued as each pair of girls examined him intimately. He realised that their enquiring looks as they looked into his face, was even more embarrassing than their handling of his genitals. He knew that his face must be betraying the effects of each touch or caress far more plainly than the hardness or the throbbing of his penis.

His humiliation continued as each pair of girls examined him under the watchful eye of Miss Symonds. He helplessly and reluctantly allowed their hands to explore without protest. The stinging in the cheeks of his bottom from Miss Symonds’ paddle was a constant reminder of his vulnerability should he dare to move his hands or change his position.

He shyly looked at the girls standing on the floor of the classroom to realise that there was only one girl left waiting to examine him. To his horror and shame, he watched as Miss Gillian Rendell stood by the steps as the last pair of girls were instructed to finish their exploration of his body. Johnathan could not help shivering his humiliation paramount as Miss Gillian ascended the steps and stood before him. She held her notebook in her hand, the only girl in the class that had made notes. Miss Symonds smiled as she held out her hand for Gillian’s notebook so that she was able to have her hands free for her examination of the trembling boy.

Johnathan’s embarrassment was paramount as Gillian raised her hands and smoothed them over his chest. Johnathan shivered and shook as she aroused his nipples. Gently, she raised one hand to his cheek and stroked the burning skin. She thought that the boy must be near to fainting, he had endured forty minutes of careful torment from the girls and now, she was sure, her own examination would be the most humiliating for him yet.

When she was satisfied that his nipples were as hard as they could be, she moved to his waist. Her gentle caresses made his stomach muscles quiver as she carefully examined his navel. She thought his body was exquisite as she slipped her hands around his waist and then down to his hips. Her touches made his body shiver again as her fingers trailed down to his pubis. She carefully avoided his erection as she directed her attention to his plump testes. She thought that they had swelled from the fullness of his epididymis. She cupped the bulging sac of the scrotum and lifted his heavy testicles. She delighted in his blushing face as she held his testes softly in the palm of her left hand.

Johnathan could not help a shudder as she looked at him through her rather studious glasses. Her voice was soft as she spoke to him. “I am going to examine your penis, Johnathan so keep still for me.” While still holding his scrotum, she retracted his prepuce, slipping the skin back until it was tight. She gently let go of his testes as she placed her right hand upon the glans penis and ran her fingers around the coronal rim.

She thrilled as she felt him shudder at the intimate contact and the stimulation from her actions. He had begun to tremble all over as she continued to stroke behind the coronal rim of his penis. Boldly, she scored her nails around the exposed flesh. She knew he could not escape her hands as his penis began to throb violently. She spoke to Miss Symonds as she held the boy firmly by the shaft of his penis.

“I think, Miss Symonds, that the boy is very near to an ejaculation. May I have my notebook as I would like to record my observations.” Miss Symonds could not help smiling at the young girl and her academic approach to examining a naked boy for the first time.

Johnathan was thoroughly humiliated by having to stand still while the girl that he admired and respected, physically examined his naked body. He was so humiliated that he did not hear what Miss Symonds was saying to her. Suddenly he blushed as she confirmed her request. “Yes, Gillian, I think you would be the ideal girl to procure his first emission of semen this morning.”

Gillian felt a surge of excitement run through her slender frame as she listened to her instruction.

Miss Symonds smiled at the look of surprise upon Johnathan’s face. She could see that he had started to tremble again as he absorbed the news. She continued with her instruction. “Stand to his side, so that the girl’s can see. I will hold him and add a little pressure to his sphincter, While, you have both hands free to stimulate as you see fit.”

Gillian had an idea of how the boy thought of her and spoke softly to him, her mouth close to his ear. “You are lovely boy Johnathan and you have already shown me respect when we are studying together. So will you show me the same respect while I make you ejaculate, I will be very gentle sweetie. I think I’ll just arouse you a little by playing with your nipples before I take your penis into my hand. Would you like that sweetheart?”

“Oh, Miss Gillian, I am so embarrassed Miss, but I promise I’ll try to stay still for you.”

Johnathan was blushing mightily, but also enthralled by her voice, especially when she had called him sweetheart. He felt the movement of Miss Symonds as she stepped forward to stand with her body pressing against his back. She slipped one arm around his waist and placed her hand upon his tummy. At the same time, she slipped her other hand between his buttocks. He shivered as she wriggled her fingers until they were placed against his sphincter. Such was his consternation that he did not notice that Patricia had entered the room and was now standing amongst the girls as they stared avidly at what was happening on the podium. She was thrilled that Miss Symonds had recognised the affinity between Johnathan and the studious young girl.

Johnathan shivered as Miss Gillian began to play with his nipples. Her gentle touch was arousing him and at the same time endearing herself to him. His gasps suddenly grew more anguished as the young girl cupped his testicles with one hand and his penis with the other. She seemed to know exactly where to touch him to elicit the most sensation. Suddenly she skinned his foreskin back tightly and let go of his testes. She flattened her other hand and began to rotate it over the urethral tip of his penis. He tried to jerk his hips backwards only to be stopped by a firm prod of his sphincter from Miss Symonds slender fingers.

To his surprise and abject embarrassment, Gillian took her hands away from him and smacked his left buttock ten times. Her hand was stinging as she finished, so she was sure that the boy had really felt it. “Really Johnathan, just when I thought you were being so obedient. I am sorry I had to smack you, but I have been instructed to make you ejaculate. Now are you going to be a good little boy while I attend to your penis? Come along answer me.” Johnathan could not believe that she had spanked him. His face had turned to a vivid purple, and he was trembling with shame.

Oh, Miss Gillian, I am so sorry; I feel so ashamed of myself, I promise I won’t do it again… erm… I will be good I promise.”

Gillian’s voice was soft and gentle as she whispered to him. “Oh sweetheart, was that a little too intense for you, I’m sorry but it must be done. Try and bear it as it is necessary to ensure that I have a proper ejaculation from you. Now we’ll start again, so stay absolutely still.”

Johnathan could not help gasping as she retracted his foreskin as far as it would go and held it tight. She flattened her palm again and proceeded to rotate it over the tip of the glans. She realised that it must have taken a herculean effort for the boy to keep his hips in place under the onslaught of her busy fingers.

“That’s much better sweetheart, it won’t be long now, so just hang on.”

She continued until she recognised that the boy could stand no more stimulation. She wrapped her hand around the exposed flesh and began to masturbate him with sensual strokes occasionally letting her fingernails score over his frenulum. “Tell me when you feel that you are going to ejaculate, Johnathan.”

His ragged answer delighted her. “Now Miss, he almost shouted as she felt the flesh throb violently. “Oh Miss Gillian… it’s coming. I’m sorry Miss… it’s coming now.” He gasped and groaned as a rope of semen left the tip of his and flew over lip of the podium and towards the watching girls who immediately parted, narrowly missing being a target for the airborne elongated globule of semen. Gillian realised that Miss Symonds had let go of his waist and had started to hand-spank his buttocks while diligently prodding his sphincter. His ejaculation seemed particularly intense as he saw Gillian glance into his face.
She saw that his mouth was gaping open, and his chest was heaving as spurt after spurt ejected wildly from the tip of his penis.

Eventually he was spent, trembling all over as both Gillian and Miss Symonds took their hands from his penis and sphincter. Gillian’s voice was soft and caring as began to caress the back of his neck as she leaned towards him. “You have been a very good boy, Johnathan, I am very pleased with you. She looked at the trail of semen which extended from his feet to beyond where all the girls were standing.

Miss Symonds voice was kindly as she addressed Gillian. “I am very pleased with you Gillian your stimulation was very inventive and obviously very effective. What prompted you to do that with the palm of your hand?” Gillian smiled at her praise. “Oh, I read about it somewhere and thought I would try it.” Miss Symonds made a mental note to ask her where exactly she had read about it. This studious young girl is full of surprises, she thought as she went to her desk and retrieved a packet of wet wipes from her drawer.

“Would you be so kind as to clean his penis for me Gillian, so that we can get to the next part of our lesson.” She turned to the girls who had been spellbound while they watched Gillian milking the boy. All the girls had made a mental note of Gillian’s technique and her surprising dexterity and inventiveness. “Right girls, we are going to get Johnathan on to the couch, so off you go, young man.”

Johnathan was pleased to move as soon as Miss Gillian had finished wiping his penis. She had wiped it so thoroughly that he could hardly bear her touch. He was blushing a deep red as she looked him in the eye. “Well done sweetheart, now put your hands down by your sides and go and let the girls position you on the couch.” She patted his bottom as he moved past her and down the steps, willing himself to keep his hands at his sides.

Miss Symonds addresses two of the younger girls. “Natalie and Vicki, get a floor cloth and clean this semen up. She watched as they dashed to the stockroom, neither of them wanting to miss a second of the boy’s examination.

Johnathan was quaking with humiliation as the girls stood at either side of him, holding his arms firmly as they led him to the examination couch. After asking him to lie down on the bed, they each took one of his legs, and lifted them carefully, placing them into the deep loops of the stirrups.

The girls gathered around the bed and waited for their teacher. Miss Symonds arrived and picked up the wired controller. She casually raised the stirrups and elevated his legs high and wide. The boy groaned in trepidation, wondering what was to come. He looked down at himself, acutely aware that he was not only spread wide, but that his bottom was raised above the bed. He could tell that his bottom cheeks were widely parted as he felt the cooler air of the room against his sphincter. Miss Symonds addressed the girls. “Move around the couch so that everyone has a view of his physique.

Johnathan groaned with sheer embarrassment as the girls moved around, each taking a turn to view between his pale buttocks. He saw to his mortification that many of them would look at his bottom hole and then wait to catch his eye before moving their head closer to his widely spread buttocks.

Moving to stand nearer the podium, Ruth Symonds had taken Patricia by the arm out of the earshot of the girls. Soon they were deep in conversation as Miss Symonds outlined her thoughts. As they walked back to the examination couch, Patricia took Gillian aside and whispered to her. The girl looked shocked at first and then smiled as Patricia continued. After one or two questions from her, Gillian agreed. She could not believe her good luck or the praise that had been passed on from Miss Symonds.

Johnathan laid under a cloud of shame as the girls rotated their position several times until Miss Symonds arrived back at the foot of the examination couch. “Right girls, pay attention to what I have to say. We are going to examine the main erogenous zone of the male body. It is a very sensitive gland that is situated at the forward part of the rectum. It is about two and a half inches inside the anal canal. It protrudes from the wall of the canal and is about the size of a walnut. Stimulating this glans can goad a male into ejaculation. It is called the prostate gland, and it is very, very sensitive. It provides the muscle required for semen to be ejected from the penis. Will one of you girls wheel the trolly from the stockroom, I won’t start until you return, so you will not miss anything. The girls waited until the trolly was quickly wheeled into place at the side of Miss Symonds. She took a pair of surgical gloves and donned them expertly. She placed a jar of lubricant on the bed beneath his widely spread legs and unscrewed the top.

“Now Johnathan, I want you to relax your entire body. My penetration of your bottom will quite painless so just let yourself go until you feel languid and at rest. Johnathan, of course, did nothing of the sort. His body was taut, and he was frantically anticipating the feeling of having his bottom penetrated by Miss Symonds.

She smiled to herself as she coated his sphincter with a generous globule of lubricant and then recoated her fingers. The boy was quivering, his slender frame was at fever pitch as she swiftly inserted two fingers into his bottom and quickly rotated her hand so that her palm was facing upwards.

Her preamble had heightened the boy’s responsiveness, and she took full advantage of his nervousness. Without warning she rubbed both fingers over the gland and watched his penis throb with his sexual arousal. “Right girls, please observe his penis as I stimulate the gland but provide no other stimulus.” The girls watched with excitement as his penis quickly engorged and within minutes arose, standing upright from his pubis and throbbing violently.

“The secret is to stroke the prostate gently but firmly. Younger boys cannot withstand this sort of stimulus. Now girls, glove-up and come around to the foot of the bed one at a time. Plenty of lubricant and be gentle. Have a feel around, you will immediately identify it as soon as you feel it. If you are unsure, then the odds are that you have not found it. Think of it this way, you are looking for the other end of the penis. Listen carefully I want you to use two fingers only!”

Miss Symonds watched as the first girl approached the boy’s bottom with her lubricated glove, she seemed a little unsure as she probed his sphincter and then suddenly the boy grunted, and then his penis jerked violently. “There you are that’s the way. It is quite easy when you know what you are looking for. Now, just two gentle strokes and then I want you to come out, otherwise you will spoil it for the rest of the girls. The object is to locate it and then feel it so that you can recognise it again. Right next girl please.”

Miss Symonds looked at the boy’s face to see utter humiliation written all over it. He could not believe that all thirteen girls would penetrate his bottom. But knew that it would happen. Although the thought of it chilled him to the bone. He knew that his face was bright red as the girls seemed to be watching his facial expression rather than his penis to see whether his prostate had been located.

He shivered in shame as the blonde-haired girl took her turn. Her voice was mischievous and teasing as she entered his bottom. “Now let me see Johnathan, it’s not there… let me try here, no wrong again. Wait a minute… here it is, were you hiding it from me? Now two strokes… are you ready, here’s the first one. Oh my, your penis jumped… I wonder if it will jump again when I give you your second stroke.”

Johnathan felt so foolish as his penis responded to the firm pressure of her finger as it slid across the surface of his prostate. It seemed as if he was deliberately making his penis throb under her direction, where in fact, nothing could have been further from the truth. “Was that nice Johnathan? She caught his eye as she withdrew her fingers. Poor baby, your face is as red as a fire engine.”

After that every girl used the same teasing voice, humiliating him so profusely that he was blushing and shivering in shame. If he thought that he could distance himself from their taunting voices he was mistaken. He blushed as he saw Miss Gillian hold her gloved hand upwards as she lubricated her fingers.

She spoke to him gently as she placed her fingers at the quivering entrance to his bottom. She did not enter him straight away but instead, she smoothed the lubricant up and down over his sphincter, seeing him shiver as she took her time. “Right sweetheart, just relax for me. I will be very gentle with your tender little bottom.”

Suddenly she slipped her fingers expertly through his sphincter, watching his face grimace as she rotated them so that her palm was facing upwards. “What squidgy little bottom you have Johnathan. Now I am going to stroke your little button to see if your super stiff penis will dance for me, are you ready.”

Johnathan looked at her, seeing her tongue protruding from her lips, just like she did when she was helping him with his homework. Her young breasts were pressed fully against her thin school shirt as she looked into his eyes. She could see from his anguished face that he was almost pleading with her as she deliberately prodded the fat, smooth surface of his prostate. To his horror his penis throbbed wildly as if her were ejaculating.

“Oh… Miss Gillian it is so sensitive, I can’t bear it.”

“Shall I do my second stroke now… ready or not here it comes”. She began to flutter her fingers before touching his prostate. The sensation was electric as Johnathan gasped out loud. She goaded his prostate with her fast-moving fingers and smiled as his penis responded with a mighty jerk. The girls all drew in breath as they watched his penis jerking uncontrollably. “My, my, Johnathan, your plump penis is really dancing for me, my, you are a clever boy.”

She withdrew her fingers from his bottom, unable to hide her feeling of reluctance as she discarded her gloves. She thought he was so beautiful as he lay there, gasping for air at the way she had excited his feelings. Her sweet voice held a myriad of complex feelings for him, which he was quite unable to comprehend. He sighed as the next girl stood between his legs.

Patricia had watched Gillian’s performance with a growing admiration for her. She knew one thing for sure. That was that the girl had already experienced penetrating a boy. She was certainly no wilting violet.

Miss Symonds had also come to the same conclusion and was keen to learn where her knowledge and experience had come from, even if she had to drag the information out from the girl.

She watched the next girls fumbling efforts at both her words to the boy and her abject clumsiness as she eventually managed to find his prostate gland. The final girl was far better and acquitted her task efficiently and dexterously, leaving the boy gasping for breath as she finally withdrew her fingers.

Again, Miss Symonds addressed the class. “You have all managed to find the prostate gland and have witnessed the boy’s inability to control his penis while you are stimulating his prostate. I am now going to demonstrate how the combined stimulation of penis and prostate can produce an ejaculation. Unfortunately, boys need time to recover between ejaculations, this period of time is called the refractory period and will vary from minutes to hours, depending on the boy’s libido. As Johnathan’s first ejaculation was most prodigious, I would like one of you girls to catch his semen in one of the containers from the trolley. I shall penetrate him and goad his prostate gland. At the same time, I will manipulate his penis until he is forced to ejaculate. We will then measure the issue and see if it is diminished. A second ejaculation is normally half to three quarters of the first, but it will be interesting to note whether the added stimulus to his prostate will compensate for that. Of course, it will only give us an idea as we are unable to measure his first emission.”

The girls watched her eagerly as she lubricated her fingers. “Now relax your bottom Johnathan, I want no complaints. The girls have all had their little fingers inside of you so promise me you will behave like a good little boy.”

She coated his sphincter once more before she leaned forward and began to tease his sphincter. “Relax Johnathan, I have warned you before, so you can expect a smack bottom when I have finished making you ejaculate.”

Johnathan could not help himself from trying to squeeze his buttocks together, although it was a hopeless quest as his legs were so widely and effectively spread. He looked at his beautiful young teacher.” I’m very sorry miss, I try to relax but it doesn’t seem to work.” She smiled at him. “Alright Johnathan, I won’t use the paddle, it will be a firm hand spanking for you. Now, for goodness’ sake relax your bottom, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She already knew that relaxed or not she would easily be able to slip her fingers up through his sphincter. She goaded his opening and cleverly inserted the first two fingers of her left hand, leaving the right hand free for stimulation to his penis.

She turned her hand and let her fingers trail over his sensitive gland. Hearing him gasp she placed her hand upon his penis and withdrew his foreskin. “Girls, you may touch him gently, you should all know the erogenous zones by now.”

One girl who was standing above his head looking down at him, she extended her arms and placed her hands upon his nipples. Girls at either side of his thighs began to stroke him gently while another placed her hand upon his tummy. One of the girls at his side held up a glass beaker and gave Miss Symonds a questioning look. Ruth nodded immediately, pleased that the girl had listened to her.

“Now this won’t take long so be ready with your beaker, Vicki” She began to stimulate his prostate. The girls could see the movement of the muscles in her forearm as she cleverly bestowed prods and strokes of her fingers against the very heart of his erogenous system.

She scored her fingernails over the frenulum and the rim of the glans, knowing that he could not help responding to her touch.

His breathing deepened as she went to work. Her skill soon had the boy throwing his head from side to side in an anguished response to her touch. It was barely a minute later that Miss Symonds felt his prostate pulse violently. She speeded up both hands and beckoned to the girl holding the glass beaker.

She wondered whether the girl would realise quite how to hold the glass phial. She continued her onslaught, smiling as the first jets of semen thudded against the glass. His prostate was pulsing wildly as she continued unabated. The boy’s emission was prodigious, and it seemed to be no time at all, before his entire body seemed to collapse on the bed.

Ruth Symonds did not stop, until she was sure that he had given his all. She brought the last drop to the tip of his penis by milking the erect flesh from the base of the shaft up to the very top. Vicki scooped up the final globule and immediately held the glass upright for all the girls to see. It was a surprise to all the girls to see such a large amount of semen. Having it all contained in one glass was a revelation to them. Ruth thought that it was slightly less than his first orgasm, but it was certainly more than any of the textbooks termed as ‘an average emission’.

They left him to rest for a good ten minutes as the girls began to take notes, knowing that Miss Symonds would want to see them. Two of the girls released Johnathan from his stirrups and helped him to get down from the couch. He was made to stand next to it.

The girls looked around to see that their teacher was occupied before the two pretty girls looked him up and down. The tallest of the two pupils cupped his testes in both hands and held him firmly, while the other girl slipped her hand between his buttocks and began to probe his sphincter.
“Keep still, Johnathan we are just going to have a quick feel of your body. They played with him until his penis was fully erect. “I think that will do. You have been a good boy now come with us.” She kissed him quickly on the cheek. He was led to the front of podium, His erect penis waving around as it stood straight out from his pubis. They told to stand with his hands upon his head while they wheeled the examination couch back to the stockroom and replaced their desks in neat rows.

Miss Symonds had collected her favourite punishment chair from the side wall and set it down on the floor in front of the desks so that every girl would be able to observe.

“You may all take your seats girls, you have forty minutes left before lunch, so use it wisely to continue your notes.” She walked towards Johnathan and took his arm. She noticed that his penis was still engorged although it was no longer erect. Patricia was looking forward to the surprise on Johnathan’s face when Miss Symonds would outline his punishment to the girls.
She led him to stand by the side of the single chair and turned to the girls, who were now seated at their desks. She noticed that Gillian was writing furiously in her notebook, determined to record everything of today’s lesson.

“Listen up girls. You have all heard me warn Johnathan of an impending punishment. I have reduced his punishment from a paddling to a hand spanking.” All the girls glanced at the naked boy standing timidly beside the chair before turning back to Miss Symonds. “I have been with impressed with his progress from hooligan to the obedient boy you see before you. Johnathan still has a good way to go before he meets the standards of this school, but as you have all witnessed today, he is definitely on his way along the right road. Now to his punishment, I have decided to have one of you girls give him a thorough hand spanking. Before you all volunteer I have already chosen a girl that has already helped in his studies, and, by spanking his bare bottom she will be helping to hone him into the kind of boy that this school may be proud of.”

She hesitated, deliberately prolonging the moment when she would announce the chosen girl. She raised her voice. “Would Gillian Rendell come to the front of the room please.” Gillian did not seem surprised as she had already agreed to spanking the boy as Patricia had stressed the importance of using someone whom he looked up to. However, the rest of the girls were flabbergasted at her choice. The studious and quiet Gillian may have handled the boy competently enough to make him reluctantly ejaculate, but the physical ability to spank him to the standards of Miss Symonds seemed doubtful.

Gillian walked to the front of the class and sat down on the chair. She turned her head to look at Johnathan’s trembling body and blushing face. She could see that he was almost near to tears with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Johnathan, but this has to be done, the sooner it’s over the better.”

Gillian pulled her skirt up, folding it over and over from the hem until her legs were bare right up to her panties. Johnathan could not help looking at her long thighs, realising for the first time that her modest dress had hidden a beautiful young girl.

Her thighs were a lovely shape, the skin was soft and smooth with a light tan. He blushed as she caught him looking at her in admiration. She reached to her right and gently cupped his penis and testicles in her hand, causing him to shiver in shame as she spoke gently to him.

“Come along, bend over my knees and I will position you. Now reach for the floor as I tip you over.” Johnathan bent over until he lost his balance and suddenly found himself laid over her thighs. His hands were touching the floor as she reached beneath him and positioned his penis and scrotum, so that they hung down between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together and put her left arm over his waist. To Johnathan’s dismay she stroked her right sensuously over the smooth flesh of his bottom. Casually she slipped her fingers between his buttocks and pulled the flesh apart. He gasped at the indignity of his positioning as she adjusted him so that his bottom was raised higher. “There we are sweetheart you are all nice and ready for your spanking.”

Johnathan looked at the wooden floor, his face burning with shame as her hand stroked over his bottom and then up and down each thigh, causing him to shiver. He could not believe how intimately she had nonchalantly handled his genitals, as if it was of no consequence. His shame was paramount as he laid naked over her knees. He was aware of the firmness of her thighs against his penis, which she squeezed tightly together holding him tight against her body.

She raised her right hand and began to spank him. Johnathan could not believe how hard her spanks were. He grunted and groaned at the severity of her hand and wondered if he would be able to bear it, his bottom felt as if it was on fire by the time he had received a dozen hard spanks to his bottom cheeks. Stoically he tried not to cry out as the spanking continued. Gillian worked all over his bottom before she concentrated the next dozen spanks upon his sit spot. Johnathan tried to withstand the spanking, but it was to no avail as she continued unabated. Gillian felt a thrill run through her body as he suddenly burst into tears. At the same time, she felt his penis begin to swell between her thighs.

On and on, the hard spanks rained down incessantly upon his tender bottom. Gillian ensured that there would be no let-up in the severity of each spank. Again, she felt that same thrill of excitement as the boy started to cry out in pain. Her voice was steady and clear as she spoke to him.

“Poor baby, is it hurting you, never mind it has to be done, so I am afraid you will have to bear it.” She started from the top of his buttocks again and spanked him thoroughly down to his thighs. She continued the direction of her spanks onto his legs, spanking each thigh individually until they were as bright red as his bottom. She continued, choosing the places that she spanked by the colour of his flesh until every inch of his bottom and thighs was a uniform colour of bright red.

To her surprise she felt his penis begin to throb dramatically as he cried out. “Oh, please Miss, no more I can’t stand it… please stop.” Johnathan’s words were accompanied by deep sobs of pain and despair. She felt him try and raise his hips, realising that his penis was throbbing constantly. Gillian immediately went up on her toes so that she could increase the stimulation of her thighs against his throbbing penis. She began rubbing each thigh up and down alternately. Suddenly she saw his buttocks squeeze together and knew that he was close to ejaculating. She increased the momentum, rubbing her thighs together, goading the flesh of his penis firmly. At the same time, she concentrated her spanks to the centre of his bottom making sure that they were sharp and forceful.

Suddenly Johnathan wailed as he ejaculated forcefully. “Oh, please Miss I am so sorry, I can’t help it… oh please Miss.” Gillian diligently spanked him through his orgasm feeling the wetness spurting over her inner thighs. She did not let up her spanking or the goading of his penis until the boy suddenly became limp. She looked across to Miss Symonds who nodded to her. Gillian gave Johnathan one last hard spank and then stopped his chastisement.

Her voice was soft and caring as she whispered to him. “Poor baby, it was all too much for you wasn’t it. Never mind it’s all over now so just relax while I stroke your little bottom.” She began to stroke him as he sobbed and heaved for breath. “Well little Johnathan did you just ejaculate all over my thighs, that was very naughty wasn’t it. Never mind I am not going to spank you for it just now. I’ll save it for another time.” Johnathan blushed profusely at her words. Her hand felt so gentle upon his bottom that he began to cry again.

Patricia had been standing next to Miss Symonds who had positioned herself so that she would not block the view of the girls. She moved over to the trolly and took a pack of wetted wipes, taking them to Gillian. Gillian smiled at her as she took one from the packet and leaning back, she began to mop up the worst of the mess from between her thighs. She realised that most of it would probably be on the floor.

“Are you ready to stand up now sweetheart, you have made an awful mess between my legs.” Johnathan got off her knees very carefully and stood at her side. Gillian nonchalantly took another tissue and pulled his penis towards her. She cleaned the tip and behind the glans, before finishing cleaning her thighs, thankful that she had folded her skirt out of the way of his sticky semen. “Right young man you may return to your desk.” He blushed again as she caught his eye.

Patricia realised that Gillian had hidden talents in her handling of the boy. She wondered where she had honed her skills until she remembered their last visiting day. Miss Goodman always made family visits a festive occasion and the garden party she had organised was huge success. Gillian’s mother had visited with her older brother. A good-looking boy she remembered and wondered if perhaps he had been a recipient of Gillian’s spanking prowess, perhaps he had also been milked too. Patricia didn’t ponder any longer she was absolutely sure that that was the case.

One thing she was definitely sure of was that she would add Gillian to her little coterie of girls that would add further spice for her and Susan, and abject embarrassment for the boy. Patricia sought out Gillian as the girls began to pack up their book and writing materials. She took her by the arm. “Gillian I was just wondering where you obtained your skills, until I remembered that you have and older brother around Johnathan’s age. Would I be correct in thinking that you are in full control of him at home.”

Gillian smiled with a rueful expression. “My mother is a lecturer at the college. She is so busy that she asked me to take care of Andrew who was becoming a bit wayward. He is at boarding school, so our homecomings cross over conveniently. I have been looking after his discipline as well as his naughty little habits. I don’t allow him to masturbate but attend to him every day of the vacation. I can say that he is becoming very obedient and knows the consequences if I catch him out doing something naughty. He is now quite malleable, and I manage him very easily.”

It was a few minutes later that Patricia got Johnathan up from his desk and dressed him. She stood back admiring him, before turning him around to observe the florid marks on the backs of his thighs. She could easily recognise the clear imprints of Gillian’s hand upon his reddened flesh. She was impressed with the severe spanking that Gillian had given him.

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