Story by: Luke Preston
It was my first day back at school and I was in my final year. I had been looking forward to it until I realised who my housemaster was to be. I looked down at the piece of paper with a feeling of dread and apprehension. I rubbed my eyes trying to blink away the name but it didn’t do any good, the name stared straight back at me in bold letters, Mr Levridge.
Mr Levridge was and had always been the most feared and infamous teacher in the history of the school. His name alone sent chills through everyone. I had managed, so far, never to have had him as a teacher, now not only was he my housemaster but, looking down the page in my hand I saw he was also going to be my history and games teacher.
I looked at my watch and realised I had to run and run fast as I was going to be late for my first lesson of the year, history.
I made it just in time. As I sat down at my desk a big burly man with black hair, moustache and bushy beard walked in with an imposing presence of authority. ‘For those of you who don’t know me my name’s Mr Levridge,’ he said standing in front of his desk. ‘I will be your history teacher for the year and….’ He stopped in mid sentence as a boy came running into the room ‘I’m sorry I’m late sir, my alarm didn’t go of this morning,’ he stammered in the doorway, looking flustered.
‘Come here boy,’ Mr Levridge ordered menacingly.
As soon as the boy stood next to him Mr Levridge grabbed him by the sideburns and twisted the hair upwards making the boy’s body follow his hand until he was standing on tiptoes and wincing with the pain. Staring directly into the boy’s face he spat, ‘one thing I can not tolerate is tardiness boy. I will make sure you, and everyone else in this room will never be late again. Now, stand right were you are!’
He let the boy go and strode over to his cupboard that stood next to the blackboard behind his desk. He opened the doors and moved aside making sure everyone saw the row of canes and belts on the insides of both doors. He picked one out and, as he turned to the class, made it whoosh in the air.
‘I don’t know what other teachers have let you get away with, but in my class you will learn about obedience and respect.’ Turning to the red-faced boy he ordered, ‘now bend over and touch your toes boy.’
The boy did as he was told; he bent over in front of us giving us a clear view of his rounded backside. Mr Levridge stood next to him and lifted the boys blazer right up over his back and barked, ‘spread those legs wider boy, I want your trousers tight as possible around your backside so you can feel the cane properly when I strike you with it.’
Mr Levridge tapped the poor boy’s backside with his cane gently a couple of times and then said, ‘grip your ankles and don’t move until I tell you. If you do then I will give you double and get somebody to hold you in place.’
With that he pulled his right arm right up and backward, took a firm hold of his cane and bought it crashing down on the boys upturned backside.
Whoosh it went as it flew through the air, crack! The sound went echoing around the classroom followed by the boy’s cry of agony. ‘Silence!’ Levridge shouted to the boy, ‘you will take it like a man. I don’t want to hear a sound except for this cane splintering your backside.’ Again he lifted his arm and bought it down hard again landing the stroke right next to where the first one had hit. Whoosh it went and landed with a heavier crack than the first one.
The room was thick with tension and everyone stared as the cane kept on coming down on the boy’s backside. It was as if everyone, including myself, was holding our breath until the punishment had finished. After the fifth whoosh and crack I was feeling a bit tingly and realised I was sporting a hard erection in my trousers under the desk. Not only that, I also realised I was getting excited by the scene being played out in front of my eyes.
Another whoosh and another crack were administered to the boy’s now very sore backside. I quickly glanced around the room at everyone and noticed a few people sitting on their hands covering their own backsides for protection. ‘One more boy and then you can get up,’ said Mr Levridge. This time he pulled his arm even further back and put all his strength into the stroke. Whoosh! It went as it sped down, and it landed with a mighty ‘crack!’ The boy bolted upright like lightning as soon as the last one had landed. He turned to Mr Levridge shook his hand and with a bright red face, said ‘thank you sir,’ and quietly walked to his seat.
The rest of the lesson continued in a cloud of silence with everyone listening intently to everything Mr Levridge was saying, too scared they would miss something. Occasionally he would ask someone a question and if they got it wrong he would pull them over their desk and spank them with his hand; not hurting them but hard enough to let them know he was in charge.
As soon as the lesson finished a few of us headed straight for the toilets as we knew the boy would want to inspect his damaged backside. I entered just as he had pulled his trousers and underpants down to his knees giving us all a good view of his naked backside.
‘Wow,’ and ‘blimey,’ could be heard all around in the stark room as we all jostled closer to get a better look. Even some other boys, not from our class, came to get a good look. Mr Levridge’s canings were legendary throughout the school. We all stared at the six angry red welts running along his arse cheeks. That was the image that later, when I got home and into bed, made me have my first ever wank. As I closed my eyes all I could see was the boy bent over getting his caning and his red backside afterwards. My cock was rock hard as I rapped my fingers around it and started to pull my foreskin up and down. In my mind, as I jerked myself off, the boy had turned into me and as the last strike of the cane fell on to my backside I spurted hot cum all over my stomach. I soon fell asleep and dreamed of Mr Levridge all night, making me wake up once with my cock twitching and ejaculating, for the second time, into my pyjamas.
The next couple of days went without any sort of incident but every time I saw Mr Levridge around the school my heart jumped with excitement, and yet I was nervous of him at the same time.
One day, in one of his lessons, I had to go and stand next to him whilst he sat down at his desk checking over my homework. He rapped his big hairy arm around the back of my waist and pulled me closer to him making my legs touch his. He kept his arm there as he carried on reading my work occasionally uttering ‘good, good’ and ‘not bad.’ As he read more his arm slipped from my waist and his hand started to slowly stroke my bottom. I stood there feeling the heat rush to my face as I got an instant erection and hoped nobody could see it. I could feel the warmth from his hand through my school trousers as he continued caressing it. All of a sudden he looked up at me and said, ‘so who was it Johnston? Who got an arrow through his eye at the battle of Hastings?’
Feeling hot and flustered I muttered, ‘William the first sir.’
‘No you stupid boy! Did I spend the whole of the last lesson speaking to a brick wall?’
I didn’t have time to answer as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me over his lap. All of a sudden the world had turned upside down as I found myself looking at the floor. My feet had left the ground and my backside was sticking up in the air with my erection digging into his groin. Once again he rapped his left arm around the back of my waist and pulled me into him with a firm grip, making sure I couldn’t escape. I lay there scared and excited at what was going to happen to my backside as once more he began to stroke and fondle it whilst giving me a lecture about listening properly to him in the classroom. I felt his heavy hand rise in the air and waited for it to come crashing down. Then I realised that his cock was also hard and sticking into mine. I had no more time to think though, as his hand planted itself firmly on the middle of my waiting arse with a load smack. It stung slightly and made my cock dig even harder into his. He spanked me for a couple of minutes making sure he didn’t miss any part of my backside at all. Smack, smack, smack on both cheeks then in the middle, at the top and then the very bottom where the crease is, at the top of my legs. Every time his hand came down it made our cocks rub together. Even though my arse was getting quite sore I was really turned on and found myself actually wanting more. After a while he stopped but kept me lying over his lap whilst he rubbed my arse up and down making our hard cocks grind into each other. I could feel the sap in my balls begin to build up and started to get worried. ‘No not here, not now!’ I thought to myself. ‘What would Mr Levridge think or say if I came whilst lying there?’ All of a sudden I felt his cock twitch under mine and he resumed his spanking with vigour. ‘Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.’ Water filled my eyes as his hand rained down in a frenzy. ‘Smack, smack, smack.’ My arse was feeling red raw when, all of a sudden in between the spanking sounds ringing in my ears, I heard a grunt escape from his throat and felt his cock pulsating under mine. He slapped my arse one last time sending me over the edge. I had started to cum when he quickly pushed me off of his lap, stood up and said, ‘class dismissed.’ He hurried out of the room, leaving me standing there confused and still ejaculating into my underpants. I caught hold of the desk as the room spun round and looked down at my crutch and watched as my spunk leaked through my trousers leaving a big wet patch for all to see. I put my trembling hands over it and looked up to see if anyone had noticed but saw that they were all tumbling out of the room heading for there next class not taking any notice of me at all. I got my head together and followed them, keeping my school bag in front of my trousers making sure no one could see the damp stain.
As I walked I could feel the cum dribbling down my legs and the hotness of my newly spanked arse. My head was deep in thought about what had just transpired. I stayed in a haze for the remainder of the day and even when I got home.
I’d never really thought about sex before but the feeling of Mr Levridge’s hard cock rubbing into mine as he spanked me had awoken my sexual desires. I’d really enjoyed the feeling and knew I wanted more, much much more.
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