Ms. Woodrow

Ms. Woodrow 1

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Cam Versus Mrs. Woodrow - Part I

“Cam, my office now” Ms. Woodrow yelled. The words echoing. Every student was frozen at their desk. Eyes wide. All eyes were on Cam, the new student. Ms. Woodrow’s stood at the front of the classroom, arm outstretched, pointing to the classroom door with one finger pointing to the hallway. Her glasses poised at the bottom of her nose so she could look down at the classroom through the glasses. Her eyebrows puckered, not blinking. Her presence in the classroom was great. She had a stern voice. The kind of voice that could cut through all other voices in the hall. During school assembly you could her her voice across the auditorium.

Cam hunched down in his seat a bit. It was his first week at this school, how on earth could she be this mad at him? Cam was 17. His family just moved from the city to the rural boonies. School was different, a lot different in the city and Cam had difficulty adjusting to the new way of life. Thank God he was almost out of high school, only 1 year left.

“I’m waiting young man” A reminder from the front of the classroom to get your butt out the door or face dire consequences. Cam’s cheeks glowing red was evident against his ghostly white skin. This 17 year old boy from the city was definitely out of his element. The clothes he wore, the hair style, the general way of life all differed from his classmates. Cam’s fancy wavy tapper cut blond hair and fancy black dress pants, pink button down shirt and dress shoes stood out in a school filled with poor students whose parents worked on the farm or the local factory. Eyes followed him as he let the classroom.

Cam Followed Ms. Woodrow down the hallway, hands in pocket and head down. Ms. Woodrow was like a giant leading her prey to be slaughtered. She was a big lady and to a high school student appeared like a giant. Cam wasn’t a small kid; at 6 feet tall, he was taller then the average boy his age. He was a slender kid, having some muscle tone, but not too much. Ms. Woodrow pushed the door to her office open with force. Cam was unable to tell if she did that for effect or because she lacked a certain grace with a body that size. He thought the latter.

She directed him to a chair, and once he was seated, preceded to stand over Cam. She was in her late 40’s and probably lived a miserable life outside of school. She was unmarried and seemed to enjoy making her students suffer; ‘her life sucked so she made sure everyone else life sucked too’. Cam missed his old school. The teacher at his old school were all beautiful, smart, loved life and loved teaching. Not here. Here they were all miserable.

“You seem to have a hard time listening Cam”

“How?” he questioned. “I’ve done everything you have asked me too.

“I don’t know what kind of scum school you went to boy, but at this school we demand respect. When I tell you to do something, you do it. And with a smile on your face you reply ‘yes mam’” is that understood?”

Cam didn’t respond. He rolled his eyes a bit albeit unintentionally .

She leaned forward, grabbing his earlobe by her fingernails, yanking down and putting her mouth right next to his ear.

“You better never roll your eyes at me again boy” She said.

It was in this moment that Cam actually felt the pit of his stomach erupt with emotion. A teacher had never touched him before, or threatened him. Then again this was the country. Things were different here. Her fingernails dug deeper. Instinctively he tried to swiper her hand away. She let go. With one swift movement, she slapped his face - not hard enough to see stars, but hard enough. She grabbed the color of his shirt and pulled him to his feet.

“Boy. Today is going to be the worst day of your life. Don’t you ever hit a teacher. Do you understand?” She said. Waving her finger in front of his eyes. She was now right up in his face. Granted she had to bend over a bit to do that. Even though Cam was 6 feet tall, she stood a few inches taller.

Cam rubbing his left cheek where she had struck him stood in shock. Not even his parents had struck him before. He was frozen, not knowing how to react. ‘slap’ She slapped the other side of his face. She followed by grabbing his ear again.

“Now lets try this again boy.” This time, she dug her nails in deep to his ear. Cam resisted the urge to swat her hand this time.

“Give me your hand!” she order. Cam, confused raised his both hands.

‘slap’ another slap on the face, followed by the ear pinch.

“Don’t be stupid boy, I didn’t ask for both, I asked for one.

“You didn’t say which one” he responded. A tear dropping down his eye. Cam couldn’t even remember the last time he cried.

She pulled his other ear. A slight drop of blood dripped from the first ear. He raised his left hand, offering it as a sacrifice. Ms. Woodrow grabbed it and bent his thumb back. Cam winced in pain. She applied pressure pushing Cam to his knees. After a few seconds of pain, she let go. She wanted to soak up the Cam’s Agony. Cam still on his knees looked up. She grabbed his hair and forced his head back to look even higher. Cam couldn’t believe a middle aged fat lady could control him like this. It should be impossible. A very fit 17 year old boy versus a 50 year old woman.

Cam’s tear dried, and blood stopped dripping from his ear but his stomach now rumbled. His throat had dried and all 4 limbs shook. She continued pulling his hair back. She slapped his face again, this time causing a few stars. She let go of his hair. His left hand was rubbing his face, trying to take the sting out, he other hand tried to keep balance. She walked to her desk, opening the wooden draw and pulled out ‘ole reliable’. It was her favorite paddle in her collection. A darker color then the other paddles, this one was all wooden. A handle extending into an oval shape. Seven holes all equal distance apart covered the surface. She brought it out and twirled it on her desk.

“Stand up” she ordered.

Cam found his balance and stood. His eyes doubled in size when he saw the toy she brought out. No way was this happening. Weren’t spanking outlawed from schools he thought to himself. The looked each other in the eyes; a battle of titans.

“Strip” She ordered.

“No!” he responded without thinking.

She grinned. Waiting this response. “Strip now”

This time Cam thought. “Why?” He asked. - Wrong answer.

“Because I told you to boy. Remember what we talked about. You need to listen to what I tell you to do, then do it, and respond with young man.” She walked around her desk and back to Cam. He didn’t know what to do.

“You have to the count of three” She said. Cam ’s head racing at a mile a minute. He ran through every possible option over and over again.

“One….Two…”

Cam in a panic did the only option he could think of. He began unbuttoning his shirt. Cam looked down in defeat. Ms. Woodrow sported a devilish grin watching the boy undress in front of him. She was in luck today. It wasn’t often she got to see a boy as good looking as Cam undress every day. Cam hesitated to make eye contact while unbuttoning his shirt. She noticed this and wanted to see the sense of defeat in the blue eyes.

“Look at me while you undress” She ordered.

He looked up. Defeated - he uttered “Yes Mam.”

“Good boy” She responded.

Cam’s button down shirt dropped to the grown, followed by his V-neck. His shoes and socks followed. Cam took a deep breath, still looking at Mr. Woodrow, and began to unfasten his belt. She broke eye contact to look at his torso. He was no body builder but did have some decent formed pecs and abs. So stopped him after he removed his belt. Ms. Woodrow pulled up her chair and sat down.

“Put your hands behind your head. I will take over”

Cam felt helpless as his hands went up behind his head. His abs were at her eye-level in her seat. She reached for the button of his pants. She could see the waistband of his striped boxer shorts come into view. Her eyes lit up like a child on Christmas. She loving ever moment. She slowly unzipped his pants, taking her time and dragging out the stripping. She then yanked them down. They fell to his ankles. She reached for the waistband of his boxers. Cam stepped back from her reach.

“Why do my boxers need to come off?” He asked.

“Because you need to learn respect and obedience. Now come back her.”

Cam hesitated.

“Cam, get your ass here now, or its going to be even worse.” Cam seriously considered bolting for the door and running home - yes, even in just his boxers. He didn’t want to be here. He just wanted to be home, under the protection of his parents. He looked at the door, and looked back at her. He did it. He’d decided to run. He ran as hard as he could to the door of the office. He turned the knob. Locked. He tried again. Still locked. He looked back at her.

“Cam. Your not the first boy Ive had in this office. I have learned to to anticipate such moves. However, you just made this a whole lot worse for you.” She got up from her chair and slowly walked over to Cam. She was like a troll moving towards him. Her oval shaped body wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to maneuver. She carried the paddle with her as she closed in on Cam. He knew he couldn’t escape.

“Boy… You just made this ten times worse for yourself by trying to run.”

Another Slap across his face. She then used the paddle against his boxer-cover butt. He jumped forward and then to his knees in pain. ‘Whack’ - the paddle against his butt again, this time harder. Still on his knees Cam reached back to his butt. She used the paddle again, this time crushing Cam’s fingers. He let out a gulp. He brought both hands out in front of him, holding them up to his face. All ten fingers felt a numbing pain. ‘whack’ another stroke across his butt. This time he didn’t reach back. She gave Cam a few moments to recover. Pain sensors were on overload. His face, his fingers and his butt all screaming for attention.

She grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet. His eyes a watery red. He still held out his hands infant of his face as they grew even more numb just like how your fingers feel when they get frostbite. She then bent over, reached for his boxers once more and tugged them down. Cam put up no resistance this time. She had Cam step out of them, gathered his clothes from the floor and put them in her draw, locking her desk and strolled back to Cam. She walked behind him, grabbed his arms and yanked them behind his back. She used the rope she gathered from her desk, and tied his hands behind his back. She whispered in his ear. “This will keep you from trying to escape.” She fastened her knot even more, almost cutting off the circulation. She then turned Cam around. She looked him in the eyes. His sniffed his nose. His eyes were no longer watering, but were still slight red. For the first time, she could sense Cam’s defeat and humiliation.

She scanned his body. She ran her pointer finger from his neck down his body. She lightly pressed against his skin, running it down his chest and to his naval and lower. She didn’t break eye contact, even when her finger went south. Ms. Woodrow had her fair share of stubborn students and to her credit she was able to reform all of their bad behavior. Cam would be no different. She gazed down. Stopping her gaze just above his genital region.

“You don’t have pubic hair yet?” She asked

“I do. I just shave it” He responded.

“You shave it? Why?”

He felt awkward responded. “You know. For… Girls… They like it manscaped”

“You disgusting boy” She said as she took the paddle to his rear.

“So you lost your virginity?” She asked. enjoying how awkward this was making Cam feel.

“yes” he responded. Afraid she would hit him again for the response.

“Lucky girls” she said as she moved her gaze down to his penis. Cam’s penis hung down approximately 4.5 inches flaccid against a lovely set of balls. “Very lucky indeed. You are a well hung boy” She said using her point finger to tease it. He tried to back away her her finger, but her other hand kept him in place. She was in complete control and she was going to make it more embarrassing for him.

“I want you to helicopter your dick.” she said.

“No way.” he replied followed by two whacks this the paddle on his butt. He gasped.

“I wasn’t asking you.” Her voice grew louder. She wanted to humiliate him as much as possible, because she wanted him to know she was in control more then anything.

Cam reluctantly began to thrust his pelvic muscles in a circular motion. His dick flew around a few times in a circular pattern around and around. He felt humiliated that his teacher was making him do this. She smiled, enjoyed the view. She whacked him with the paddle again to watch his penis fly forward and back.

She turned Cam around, this time to stare at his bubble butt. She kicked his legs apart about two feet apart. She then pushed Cam forward bit and over her desk. His balls dangling between his legs. She put the paddle on the desk as well and the used one hand to grab his testicle between his legs. She used her other hand - one finger- and stuck it up his ass. She tightened her grip on his balls until she felt his wince. Then let go. She then reached past his dangling berries to his now stiff penis. She grabbed it and begin to tease it moving her hand up and down his organ. She then removed the hand from his ass, grabbed the paddle and started paddling the boy. Her other hand still gripped on his penis.

She eased her stroke on the paddle. Just enough to get the bubble butt red, but not enough for any reverse injury. She continued with the paddle every 10-15 seconds. She was surprised by the boys stamina as her other hand still teased. She watched the clock, and was surprised that 10 minutes in, he hadn’t ejaculated. Most boys his age would of 3 minutes into the punishment. She let go of the penis, stood him up and turned him around. She looked at his hard penis for the first time and guessed it was around 7 and a half inches long. She was impressed. She looked back at him.

“Your going to blue balls me if you don’t continue” he said.

She grabbed his penis again, began teasing him again for another 30 seconds before stopping. She looked him in the eye.

“Boy I’m not doing this to give you pleasure. I see we have a lot of work to do with you. Don’t worry Cam, when I am done with you, you will have a whole new attitude.”

To be continued.

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