The sound of a sit down mower on the school playing fields could be heard in the distance, drifting through the open crittle windows, creating a hypnotic sub conscious state of mind to the listener. Its hummingbird sound accompanied the smell of freshly cut grass , warmed in the hot summer sun, and delivered by a gentle soft breeze trickling through the metal lined gap. Pencils ,scratching on crumpled school books , like beetles scurrying for shelter were intermittently silenced by the odd sharp scrape of a metal chair on the wooden floorboard and the squeal of chalk against the blackboard . The Headmistress wrote three questions on a large blackboard and continued to recite from a book as she did dramatic staccato dots with the chalk after each question
“………..As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.”
The Headmistress’s voice was sharp and clear as she read the passage from-Of Mice and Me, to the room of hot, sweaty, private school boys.
…” So…form 10, a classic that you will have to study in the summer holidays, and, no doubt, WILL of studied after last week’s homework task I set you!!”
She leant down on her desk, bottom pushed firmly out behind her–elbows supporting her weight on the shiny wooden surface and hands supporting her face .What a picture! She looked directly at the class full off school boys .Her ample breasts appeared magnified behind Richard Pletheringtons glasses-sitting in the front row all he could think about was Headmistress breasts-not Of Mice and Men!. He sat with his hands under the desk resting on his bulging cock, mesmerised by her shape and femininity, as she continued talking about the novel they were studying-her voice became distant as he drifted off into a world of fantasy….his fingers discreetly fiddled and rubbed against the grey flannel shorts as he day dreamed………..her voice merged with the droning lawn mower and he felt drunk and hazy, hard and aroused…
He wondered what view he would get if he laid on the floor underneath her desk, his hard little cock started to twitch even more and swell in his cotton school regulation pants as he thought of looking up her skirt. He knew she wore stockings as once, Miss had dropped the black board chalk and, before she could even bend down, he had run, knelt before her and picked it up. However, as he did so, he paused at her black patent shiny heels and caught a very cheeky glance up her pleated skirt…..taut fully fashioned stockings that went on and on and on…a seam at the back of this chocolaty- black see through material that just begged the viewer’s eye to follow to a metal clasp .White creamy flesh could just about be seen at the top of her legs and a hint of shimmering material of satin-black satin! Edged with lace ,and buried in between her legs revealing the shape of her pussy…..Richard could feel his cock so very big-getting sticky inside his pants. He had never had sex-he didn’t really know what it was all about-that was NOT what he was fantasising about-it was just about being under her skirt-smelling he scent through those panties, feeling her thighs against his face-being told what to do by this woman-being used, broken in ,played with….taught how to pleasure her. Being shown what was beyond the black lace and shiny material….Oh My God …..All he could think about was his swollen cock and Miss, and coming, and being punished, and coming, and being touched-all these amazing feelings…..
His mind went back to the chalk incident…he relived it time and time again. He had even put the Chalk Incident in his diary-it was a day that lay the foundations for all his fantasies. Being below her –looking up her skirt…wanting to be sat on…
However his school boy fantasy had been noted.
Miss had seen his pause and delay in picking the chalk up and had given him a detention for it…unfortunately she had to cancel it . He had fantasised about being in the schoolroom alone with her-after school-no-one else just him and her…the room filled with her scent- her red shiny lips ,her small waist and her high black stiletto heels-he fantasised about being close to her.
He wanted her to punish him-to be made to stand in front of her naked.
He wanted to be spanked, caned and then taken back to her private chambers to be used to clean and tidy her sleeping quarters at the school. He dreamed about washing her underwear, maybe even wearing some of it-black scented panties that she had worn-rubbing against his stiff cock.
His mind wandered even deeper in his daydream…
Once, when he was late for a French lesson he had come charging down the school corridor to get to the languages block .As he and raced around the corner he collided head on into the Headmistress-His head landed firmly against her ample breasts-they were soft yet firm, and he put his hands against her thighs to stop himself from falling, feeling the tops of her stockings and warmth of her flesh, before falling on the floor at the base of her shoes-she had put her shoe on his head and allowed him to look straight up her skirt-screaming at him as she did so. She knew exactly what she was doing and she knew he had a very hard stiff cock in his pants as she continued berating him.
She had so much control over him-sexually, physically and mentally. She was over twice his age but that turned him on even more.
As he dreamed about being over her knee, naked, with his cock thrust in between her stockinged knee as she spanked him, he was woken from his day dream by the sensation of a wetness in his school shorts and a voice repeatedly shouting at him..
“Richard Pletherington….!! I say Richard Pletherington!! Listen to me boy!!”
It was the Headmistress right next to him!
“You have been staring out of the window boy for the past 10 minutes!” Her voice was stern and she pushed her face close up to him. He could smell her and feel her warmth….and see her big round breasts. Something started to grow again in his pants!
This only highlighted the wet patch in his trousers as it trickled into the crack of his groin-he blushed as he realised he had come in his pants!! His fantasy about Miss had made him come in his pants and now she was going to see it.
All of a sudden the bell went and the rest of the boys put their books away and rushed out the room like charging bulls…
“ Not you Richard Pletherington-you are staying with me for a detention.”
She slowly walked back to her desk, and reached for the crook handled cane hanging from her chair.
“Stand up boy and come over here” her voice had become lower and softer-enticing yet menacing…
Richard very hesitantly stood up-his hands in front of his shorts trying to hide the damp patch where he had ejaculated in his shorts earlier. His face was burning hot, his cock was getting hard again and was quite visible through the grey flannel school shorts.
“Stop dithering boy, and put your hands on your head and come over to me immediately-I’m going to pull your pants down and thrash you!” The Headmistress was getting very angry with him…her soft voice was no longer.
Richard put his hands on his head and walked towards the Headmistress……..
“Good Gracious boy-what is going on?” She poked his swollen erection with her cane
“You have come in your pants! And is that an erection I see?” she was mocking and laughing at the boy.
“ Y Y Y Y yes Miss…” He was scarlet and sweating with embarrassment and STILL his cock wouldn’t go down.
“We are going to HAVE to have those shorts removed and you will be sent to Matron to have that hard sticky willy dealt with! “ Headmistress smiled and laughed again….
“Over- excitable boys need to be sent to Matron to relieve you of your ailment before being “delivered back to my living accommodation for sound punishments”
Now pull your pants and shorts off and go and see the Matron-YOU can tell her why you have been sent to her! You can report to me at my living quarters afters at 6pm-I have special punishments for boys like you!”
