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Learning Curve
by Croony (albert2er@yahoo.co.uk)
***
Andy, who is 16 years old meets a retired headmaster in
the public library while researching for an essay on
Corporal Punishment in Schools. He's invited to the
retired headmaster's house where he and his wife take
advantage of young Andy. (MF/m-teen, ped, nc, d/s,
spank)
***
Andy Briar was sitting in his local library doing
research for his A level English essay. His thesis was
on corporal punishment in British schools post war to
1987.
Andy was 16 and lived a quiet life with his parents in
the university town of Uxbridge, Greater London. He was
a studious boy and didn't have many male friends. He was
five feet six tall, slim with longish dark hair and
piercing blue eyes. All the girls thought he was a geek
and steered clear of him.
He'd been at the library for the third day running when
he saw a distinguished gentleman in his early sixties
looking over at him from the desk opposite, The man was
tall, slim with floppy grey hair. He wore a suit and
looked to be a man that had enjoyed authority.
Andy went back to his reading and was fully absorbed in
the photos of the implements used to chastise unruly
pupils that he didn't see that the man was standing next
to him until he heard him cough.
'I'm sorry to disturb you but I couldn't help but notice
what an unusual array of reference books you have here,'
he said pointing to the assortment on the desk.
Andy began to explain how he was researching for an
essay and how he was struggling to put it all together.
The man just looked and said, 'interesting,' before
walking back to his own seat where he carried on reading
that days Daily Telegraph.
The next day Andy was back at the library when the same
gentleman came in, took the same chair and again read
the day's newspaper.
After about an hour he once more approached Andy and
asked him how he was getting on with the essay. Andy
said he wasn't as most of the stuff in the books were
superficial and didn't go into much detail.
The gentleman introduced himself as Roger Postlethwaite
and told Andy that he was a retired headmaster. He went
on to say that he had had to chastise many an unruly boy
when he was in charge of Faraday Walk School in the
city. Andy commented that he'd never heard of it.
Professor Postlethwaite smiled and told Andy that he
wouldn't have. It was an extremely private school for
wealthy families to send their sons not only to learn
the curriculum but to learn manners and how to be a
gentleman.
He went on to say that the school still administered
punishment way after it was banned from schools in 1987
in agreement with the governors and the parents.
'When I retired last year they ceased and as a parting
gift they provided me with all my rattan canes, wooden
paddles and leather straps. They even let me take away
my study furniture which I've transferred to my house
and recreated it at home. I find it very comforting. I
miss the job terribly. Still things move on.' As he went
to leave he stopped and handed Andy his card. 'Look, if
you'd like to pop over some day and have a look at the
old office I could show you firsthand what was used. I
have books too that you won't find in here that may be
useful for your research. My wife will provide tea and
cake,' he said. 'Just ring and tell us when you want to
visit the address is on the card.' He then promptly
walked out.
Three days later after Andy had thought about the
Professor's offer he rang the number on the card and a
rather well spoken lady answered. Andy told her who he
was and she said she recognised the name from her
husband.
Andy agreed to go the next morning before going to the
library as it wasn't very far away.
At ten o'clock the next morning Andy rang the bell of an
imposing townhouse. He heard the click clack of heels
coming down the hall towards the front door. When the
door opened Andy was pleased to see a very attractive
older lady, late fifties Andy thought, standing there.
'Hi, I'm Jane Postlethwaite,' she said holding out her
hand. Andy shook it lightly while at the same time
looking at the Professors wife. She was taller than Andy
in her high heels, slim, wearing a fitted dress that
clung to her curves especially over her large breasts.
Andy was a bit stunned for a second but came to when
Mrs. Postlethwaite asked him if he'd like to go through
to the sitting room.
'Take a seat,' she said pointing at the sofa as she sat
in an armchair opposite.
'My husband won't be long. Just doing things, although I
have no idea what he gets up to up there sometimes,' she
said with a smile as she crossed her long legs.
Andy could have sworn he saw the tops of her cream
stockings and a suspender clasp.
Just then her husband came in and they all held small
talk until the Professor asked Andy if he'd like to see
the study. Andy readily agreed and followed the
gentleman upstairs.
Andy was amazed at how authentic the study looked. They
chatted about corporal punishment with Andy asking
questions about the Professor's role and he in turn
would tell Andy about how and why he had to punish the
boys that were sent to him.
'I used to do it here, over the desk,' he indicated.
'How,' asked Andy.
'Here, let me show you. Come and lie over the desk to
get a feel of what it would have been like.'
Andy tentatively spread himself over the desk. The
professor went over to the head of the desk and took
Andy's arms and attached two leather to his wrists and
fastened them.
'W-what are you doing?' asked Andy nervously.
'Oh just giving you a realistic feel of what happened to
many of the boys sent to me,' said the Professor. He
walked behind Andy and started to undo the boys jeans.
'Stop, what are you doing!' screeched Andy.
'You don't think the boys were punished with their
trousers on do you?' asked the older man. Andy's jeans
and underpants were drawn down and discarded then his
feet were secured to two more leather restraints making
him helpless.
'Now, what shall I use?' contemplated the Professor out
loud. 'I know, how about the strap?'
He took down an old shiny leather strap of about two
feet long and three inches wide with a handle at one
end. 'Yes this will do nicely,' he said before bringing
it down on Andy's bare buttocks. It wasn't as hard as he
normally would have carried out but he didn't want to
scare the boy.
'Ouch,' cried Andy. 'Ouch, ouch, ouch,' as the swats
landed fully on his bare backside. After twelve wallops
the Professor stood back to admire his handiwork. Andy's
chest was heaving and he was trying to get his breath
back. His bottom felt like it was on fire.
'Yes, a nice rosy glow. We must get something on that to
ease the pain. I'll summon Matron.' Andy looked
perplexed. 'Yes my wife was Matron at the school and we
dealt with the boys together,' he said before going to
the door of the study and shouting for his wife to join
them.
Andy felt both nervous and excited at being exposed to
Mrs. Postlethwaite. 'Can you do the honours darling
while I prepare myself?' asked her husband. Mrs.
Postlethwaite said she'd love to and Andy heard a pair
of latex gloves being snapped on. Next Andy felt a cool
cream being applied to his red hot bottom and squirmed
as the Professor's wife rubbed her hands all over his
cheeks. He gasped as her fingers grazed over his hole
and moaned when they did so again, this time more
slowly. He could feel he was getting an erection.
Suddenly the Professor appeared in front of him, Andy's
eyes were on a level with the older man's crotch and he
looked on in bewilderment as he saw the Professor
unzipping his trousers and letting them fall to the
floor. Andy could only watch as the underpants were
pulled down next and the Professors long thin semi-hard
cock came into sight. He was speechless and could only
groan as Mrs. Postlethwaite slid a sticky finger deep
into his arse.
The Professor pumped his cock a couple of times and held
it up at Andy's mouth which he kept tightly closed.
'Open up or I'll use the cane on you and this time I
won't be as lenient,' ordered the older man.
Gingerly and slowly Andy opened his mouth to accept the
man's half hard cock as it slipped past his lips and
deep into his mouth. Andy didn't think it was as gross
as he had expected it to be.
The Professor began to push his cock in and out of
Andy's mouth as his wife was now pushing two fingers in
and out of his arse. Andy groaned around the cock.
'I always think it is quite decadent to suck a cock to
hardness knowing it's going to fuck you.'
Andy groaned harder on hearing that and feeling three of
Mrs. Postlthwaites fingers deep inside him. 'I think
he's ready if you are dear,' she asked.
'Yes, yes before I come in his pretty little mouth,'
replied the Professor.
He swapped places with his wife and rubbed his now hard
cock up and down the crack of Andy's arse to get it
lubricated from the gel his wife had used.
'No, please don't do this to me...aaarrggghh,' cried
Andy as the Professor pushed the head of his cock past
Andy's sphincter and deep into his arse until his balls
were hanging against the backs of Andy's thighs. He
began to fuck him slowly with deliberate strokes. Andy
had his eyes shut tight and softly moaned as he was
being fucked, his own cock rubbing against the polished
surface of the desk.
'Go on darling, fuck the little slut hard.' Andy's eyes
few open to see Mrs. Postlthwaite standing in front of
him with her skirt raised and her fingers buried deep in
her shaven pussy. He could see her juices dripping down
as her pussy was framed by cream suspender straps. Her
shiny stockings complimented her incredibly sexy look.
Andy could feel himself on the verge of cumming
especially now as the Professor was pounding into him
hard.
Andy was nearly there. He could feel the Professors cock
swell in his arse and he could tell Mrs. Postlethwaite
was close to orgasm by the look on her face. Suddenly
the Professor came with a shout as he pulled his cock
out and spunk flew all over Andy's arse. His wife
screamed as she came hard at the sight and Andy erupted
all over the desk top.
After a few seconds when they had composed themselves
the Professor asked his wife to look after Andy as he
went to clean himself up.
Mrs. Postlethaite untied Andy and told him to lay on the
carpet on his stomach. He did as he was told and he
could hear her in the background doing something.
Suddenly he felt a cold cloth on his bottom as she wiped
her husband's cum from him.
'Turn over now Andy,' she asked.
When he turned over he gasped. Mrs. Postlethwaite had
taken off her dress and was standing over him wearing a
cream satin girdle, stockings and high heels. Her large
breasts hung bare, her nipples were erect and aching.
She lay down beside him and told him how she would
procure the boys for her and her husband to play with at
the school. She did this as she stroked Andy's young
lean body and played with his nipples. She noticed his
cock start to rise so she leaned over him and kissed him
fully on the lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth as
she took hold of his rapidly hardening cock stroking it
to full hardness.
She looked at Andy deep into his eyes and asked if he
was a virgin. He nodded yes.
'We'll have to do something about that, won't we?' she
asked as she straddled him, taking his cock in her hands
and placing the tip at the entrance to her wet pussy.
She slid down hard on his cock, her tight pussy walls
sucking him in. 'God, that feels so good,' she said as
she started to ride him. 'Here suck on my nipples,' she
ordered. Andy thought he was in heaven.
Mrs. Postlethwaite rode him to three orgasms before Andy
cried out and shot his load deep in her pussy. They lay
there getting their breath back. The older woman was the
first to speak.
'We've been looking for someone like you for a while.
Roger was so excited when he told me about you. I think
he made an excellent choice,' she said as she kissed
him.
'We have your mobile number so you'll be getting a text
from us soon. I do hope you'll want to play!'
***
Three nights later Andy was lying in bed at his parents'
house stroking his cock and thinking about what had
happened to him with the Postlethwaies when his phone
bleeped.
All it said was 'tomorrow morning ten thirty. R&J.'
Andy looked down to see his hand covered with cum.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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