My teacher was a 38 year old (young looking for his age) man who believed in students giving respect. I was horsing around, not paying attention, on the day when the principal was observing him in class to see if he was progressing as a teacher. He was new to our high school. I was 16, a junior in high school, and I loved to cut up and generally not take school serious. I was a jock. A swimmer with the golden hair and all. I kept a 29 waist and great pecks. I was too _c_o_c_k_y because I was so _d_a_m_n_ good-looking (and still am, I'm only 23 now and I still keep in shape).
Well, after class my teacher, Mr. Bradshaw, was furious. He told me to meet him in the teacher's lounge after school at 4:00pm for my punishment. I begged him to not keep me after school because I was supposed to go to a movie with the guys that afternoon. He insisted.
I walked into the teacher's lounge at 4:05pm and no one was there. The school was pretty much deserted by now with everyone on their way home for the day. The teacher's lounge was pretty bare looking. It had a couch, a coffee table and a few chairs. Some magazines and ashtrays. A small bathroom to the side. Just when I thought I would leave, Mr. Bradshaw walked into the lounge and closed and locked the door behind him.
He lectured me about showing respect and said that since I had acted like such a juvenile in his class today that he was going to treat me like a juvenile and give me a spanking. I was shocked and a little scared because he was serious.
He told me to strip down to my underwear and to pile my clothes, socks and shoes in the corner of the room. He went into the bathroom and shut the door. I almost didn't do it, but something told me that if I didn't he was going to call my parents. Anyway, this couldn't take that long and soon I would be off to the movie with my buds. I was waiting for him, sitting on the couch in my white Calvin Klein briefs when he finally came out of the bathroom.
He had a bowl of water that was steaming, a razor, a can of shaving cream, and a towel. I asked him what that was all about and he said that since he is going to treat me like a juvenile and spank me that he was going to make me look like the juvenile I acted like in his class before the spanking.
He said very clearly and seriously that he was going to shave my pubic hair completely off to teach me a lesson I would remember. He said young immature lads don't have hair between their legs and neither should I.
I am already smooth with no body hair, and the only hair I have other than my long blonde hair on my head is around my _d_i_c_k_. I did not want to lose my hair down there. I would really look like a kid if that happened. What would the guys think in the showers at swimming practice. Some of the guys shave all their hair down there anyway so maybe I could say I decided to do that myself.
Then my fear was realized. He said that if I did not submit to his punishment, he would call my Dad immediately. My Dad is from the old school. The teacher is always right. I would get whipped by Dad and grounded for weeks if Mr. Bradshaw called him. I reluctantly agreed to be shaved and then spanked but I was so humiliated by the whole thing. It was bad enough to just be in my underwear with my teacher, but now I'm going to get my balls shaved. It was too much. I think my mind kind of shut off. I just knew that I had to go through with it so Dad would never know I had disturbed the class so bad.
He got a pillow from the couch and put it on the low coffee table and told me to lay on my back across the pillow on the table. I slowly did so. My head was resting on the table and my feet were on the floor, but the pillow under my butt and lower back made my crotch stick up in the air.
Taking a seat in a chair between my feet and placing the bowl of water on the floor next to his chair, he then put his hands in the waistband of my underwear and jerked them down roughly allowing my _d_i_c_k_ to pop out and to the side. He pulled them over my knees and down off both my feet and threw them on the couch. Then he spread my legs, placing a foot on either side of his chair. I was so embarrassed.
It was here that I started to get a slight erection. I fought to stop it because that would be so humiliating. He leaned over my exposed genitals sitting in his chair and began to rub a hot towel all over my pubic hair, my penis, my balls and even around my crack. My _d_i_c_k_ continued to swell but he paid no attention seemingly. It took him only a few minutes to lather my entire crotch up with shaving cream and begin the shave. My pubic hair was blonde and bushy and I hated to lose it, but I knew it would grow back.
He shaved me good. I mean it seemed like he went over and over the same spot again and again. He would hold my erect _d_i_c_k_ to the side as he shaved it and all around it. He kept wiping me with the towel and going back to places he had apparently missed. My _d_i_c_k_ was now a raging hard-on with precum juices dripping on my flat stomach. He even silently wiped the juices off my stomach along with the shaving cream. The wierdest thing was that he was silent the entire time. After lecturing me for so long, the silence was strange.
When he finished he ran his hands over my penis and balls checking for any hair that may have been missed. Even checking under my balls around my crack for any hair. Then he abruptly said to stand up. He got up and took the bowl and the other stuff to the bathroom while I slowly got up off the table and stood. I looked like I was 12 years old. Completely hairless down there. My hard-on was still very real and with no hair it made my _d_i_c_k_ look longer somehow. My balls were as smooth as silk. I looked like a newborn baby except with a big 8 inch hard-on and pretty hefty balls. I felt so naked. Hairless. Embarrassed from my erection. I was ready to grab my clothes and run out of there.
Just then he came out of the bathroom and sat on the couch next to my underwear. He told me to get over there to him immediately and that he did not have time to waste. I walked over to him with my hands trying to cover my erection and he grabbed my arm and pulled me down over his lap on the couch.
He started spanking me with his hand really hard and fast. My _d_i_c_k_ felt hard against his legs. It made me think of how I was spanked as a young kid sometimes with my pants pulled down. I guess that was his point. I would get erections back then too when I was spanked on my bare ass. He spanked and spanked and spanked and spanked me until I started to beg and plead for him to stop. I squirmed. I tried to block his hand with my hand, but he only held me tighter across his lap. He would spank one side of my butt and then go to the other cheek and spank it repeatedly and then switch back again. It must have been looking really red because it felt like fire. I kept squirming back and forth trying to anticipate which cheek he was going to spank next and the squirming back and forth suddenly made me feel like I was about to come.
That would be the ultimate embarrassment. To come on my teacher's lap after being shaved by him and now spanked by him totally naked, would be too much. I would never be able to look him in the eye again. I tried to stop it, but he just kept spanking me again and again and I could not help but move my hips. Then it happened, It was the most powerful orgasm I think I have ever had in my whole life. It started down in the root of my penis and exploded with waves and waves of come and pleasure. I didn't even care at that moment that I was drenching his pants with come. He kept spanking me and I kept coming until I just stopped all moving and lay there limp. When I did that, he stopped spanking me as if he was trying to bring me to that place of orgasm and total exhaustion and humiliation. I lay there sobbing and tingling all over with my butt burning. He just sat there and let me lay there and he didn't say a thing. He just rested his right hand on my butt and his left hand on my back.
Finally after what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes he told me to get up. I was sobbing just a little now and laying limp across his lap. My erection was gone but my _d_i_c_k_ was swollen looking and sort of red. I slowly got up and saw the come all over his lap on his pants and on my stomach. Then I saw my hairless condition and remembered that I was bald down there now. It would be easy to clean up the come from around my smooth balls and _c_o_c_k_ with no hair. I stood there humiliated, hugging myself, not trying to cover my _d_i_c_k_ anymore. My eyes must have been red from crying. He stood up slowly and grabbed my underwear off the couch and wiped the come off his pants in a way that showed he was disgusted by me.
He looked me in the eye and I shuddered from the humiliation of the last hour. He handed me my wet Calvins and said to get dressed and go home. He said he would not call my father and that he would expect respect in his classroom from now on. I told him I would behave. He turned and unlocked the door and left the teacher's lounge.
I quickly got dressed and walked home. I lived about 5 blocks from the school. I never gave him any trouble from that day forward. It took about six months for my pubic hair to grow back and it grew back thicker. I will always remember Mr. Bradshaw and sometimes I wonder where he is these days. Maybe he will read this story one day and remember me and look me up. He certainly knew how to make you feel like a juvenile when you acted juvenile in his class. Take care Mr. Bradshaw, wherever you are. Thanks for teaching me a valuable lesson about respect.