Best School Master


by Trog

Young Joey was new at Newton Hall School for Young Gentlemen, a prep school with lad age eight to eighteen years old. Joey was a dark haired beauty and Richard knew the Masters would be after his full round bottom in no time. It wasn't that the masters were mean, it was just that boys with spankable butts seemed to get spanked alot.

Richard's own rear had felt plenty of hands, straps, canes and other spanking tools since coming to Newton. Unlike Joey, Richard was blond and thinner of build than Joey.

"Hi you?" Richard called.

"Hey yourself." Joey answered, his dark eyes sparkling with interest and questions for the boy talking at him.

"You're new. Need a hand with your things?"

"Sure. " Said handing over one of the bags his chauffeur had set down from the limo's trunk.

"What grade you in?" Richard asked as he started towards to reception office.

"Fifth. I'm ten. How 'bout you?" was the answer

Mr. Thomas, thought Richard. He did not know Mr. Thomas as a teacher, but knew he liked to spank his boys naked, over a chair with a srap that really burned when flicked hard.

"I'm fifth to, but just turned eleven."

The boys went in and Richard stayed with Joey helped him settle in to the dorm they would share with eight other ten, eleven and twelve year olds. They then went to look around the campus and as they walked the subject of punishment came up.

"Yea, dad and mom thought I needed a school that was tougher than the school I used to go to was. I kind of messed up." Joey confided to his new friend.

"Most of us a Newton are here for that same reason. I was flunkling erevything till I came here." Richard replied.

"What's so different here?"

"I don't know about where you come from, but at my old school they didn't spank, here they do and then some." Richard informed Joey.

"They can spank us?"

"You bet, bare ass, aa, I mean butt, to."

"Oh man." Joey looked at Richard and Richard saw Joey's eyes travel to his little bubble butt. "You been spanked---bare?"

"Lots." Richard answered. "You know the rule book they gave you." Joey nodded, "Know it well because they don't give warnings."

That night Richard watched as Joey undressed for bed. "Aren't you going to shower?" Richard asked, pulling down his own white cotton briefs, causing his two inch hairless weenie to flop up and down a couple of times.

Joey thought, mine's bigger than that, yet still felt strange about the boy standing naked or the thought of being naked in front of other boys for as long as it would take to shower.

"It one of the rules." Richard tossed over his shoulder as he picked his towel off the rack over his bed and joined the other naked boys heading to the bathroom.

Joey thought about it and decided not to join them, maybe tomorrown when he knew more of them.

Joey was laying on his stomach in his pj's reading his favorite marvel, when all the noise around him stopped. He looked over to where Joey sat on his bed reading and noticed Richard lookiing towards the dormroom door.

"Alright lads. I'm Mr. Michaels, most of you know that, but for you new lads I wanted to say hello and wish you a good school year."

The large athletic man didn't so much walk as stride down the rwo of living cubbies. He nodded and said a name and greeting to the boys he knew an stopped and conversed with the new boys. When he reached Joey he stop and his eyes took on a surprised look. He looked down at the name tag on the foot locker.

" Mr. Lewis, you'd better hurry if you are to shower before lights out."

Joey did not know what to say. On the one hand he didn't want to get on the wrong side of any teachers on the first day at Newton, but he also was very aware that if he got up and went in to the shower now all the boys would be looking at him. He'd seen how they did not wrap towels around themselves or change in the bathroom. He knew if he went to the bathroom in his briefs and came back in pjs or with a towel than they'd rib him. He didn't want to have to deal with this now.

Mr. Michaels looked down into the deep dark pools of the young boys eyes and read the conflicts there. "Oh, I see. We have a lad who does like to obey the rules. Well, we'll deal with that directly. With me." Mr. Michaels pointed for Joey to follow him.

Joey remembered Richards words and his full round behind twitched as he followed the big man out of the dorm and down the hall to the master's room.

"There are towels in there, be quick." Mr. Michaels said, pointing to an obvious bathroom.

Joey watched as Mr. Michaels went to his livingroom, leaving Joey to care for himself. Joey showered as fast as he could and was greeted by Mr. Michards with a rule book in his hand when he came out of the bathroom.

"What does the book say about daily bathing Mr. Lewis?"

Joey looked at the page held open for him and it clearly stated a young man was to receive a spanking if he did not comply with the rule. Joey's eyes grew and he knew he wasn't going to like what was going to follow.

"To the study with you." Mr. Michaels pointed.

Joey, head down, walked into a wood panled roon with filled book cases on two sides. The was a large over stuffed chair in one corner and a large wooden desk, with leather chair behind it diagonal to the two book shelves. In the middle was a straight back wooden chair, to use of which Joey's good imagination devinded was used for the punishment he was about to receive.

Joey had never really been spanked, spanked, you know, taken over a knee and hit a bunch of times. His mom and dad had swatted his behind, his mom once doing it when he was naked, and it really hurt. Terror touched his stomach when he thought about what was going to take place here. As grateful as he'd been to be able to shower without getting naked infront of the other guys, he was losing that graditude with thoughts of the pain to come.

Mr. Michaels sat in the chair and motioned Joey over to him. Joey was frozen with fear. "Do be a big lad and not make me come get you."

Joey shuffled to Mr. Michael's side. "Drop your Jammies and underpants. Assume the position." Joey was instructed.

Joey took some time to lower his pj bottoms and briefs. He tried to just pull the back down over his fleshy rear, but Mr. Michaels pointed to his knees, clearly indicating the level his pants were to fall.

Joey quickly hopped across Mr. Michaels knees, hoping his weenie hadn't been seen. Mr. Michaels adjusted his postion so that Joey's butt was perched over Mr. Michael's right knee. Joey felt his weenie trapped on Mr. Michael's tigh. A hand then rested on his smooth pale butt cheeks, the tan line of his swim suit leaving his bottom very whitish. Joey took in his breath as the hand lifted off his rear. He ld his breath as he waited for the first blistering slap to crash down on his naked behind.

There was no crash, no brun, no sticking slap, painful spank, just the slight pat as Mr. Michael's hand came down across both cheeks. It then rose and fell again with about the same force. Ten minutes the hand played his bottom like a bongo drum. As the spanking went on Joey felt heat building in two places on his body, his butt and his weenie. The heat and pressure of the spanking was doing tings to him he'd never experienced before. When the spanking stopped Joey wasn't sure he wanted it to.

"Now, there's a good rosey little rump. The other Lads will be sure you've been whipped well. You won't dissuade them now will you." Mr. Michaels asked as he stood young Joey on his feet.

"Dissuade?" Joey was so puzzled by the word he did not think to cover his wennie, which stood up and out, a pround four, well almost, inches from his tightly drawn up ball sack which looked like half a redish/pink prune.

"To turn the boys away from the belief I spanked you hard and well."

"Oh. No sir. I won't." Joey started to answer but then stopped as Mr. Michaels hand reached out and encircled his erection.

"Seems we didn't mind the spanking all that much."

Joey did not know what to think. He could not remeber anyone but him had touched him there. He knew he was supposted to be shocked and disturbed. yet the feeling was really quite nice, maybe he'd wait and see where Mr. Michaels was going with this. It could be a trap to get him into trouble, was there some rule about allowing yourself to be touched?

"If you'd rather I let go please say so. I've noticed some boys like this and others do not. Which are you?"

The hand on his hard weeenie was moving from the base of his pubs to the corona of his fireman's helmet shaped glans. The tip was growing a darker red and the good tickle feel was more wonderful than anything Joey could have imagined. "No he didn't want it to stop."

Mr. Michaels could see the boy infront of him was enjoying being mastrubated and he pulled the lap onto his lap. Now, rather than bent over with his bottom up for spanking, the boy lay on the lap, his weenie up for rubbing.

HIs toes felt strange and Joey looked down to see them curled and pointing away fro the stiff rob being polished by Mr. Michaels' hand. There seemed to be electristy running up his legs into his weenie and then to his stomach. It grew and grew, and grew and Joet felt it driving the wind from his lungs, he felt like he was going to pee all over the room and he folded up at the middle and reached down to grab the hand and stop it before he embarassed himself and made Mr. Michaels really angry.

"Oh good lad. " Mr. Michaels cheered as Joey had his dry orgasm. He cuddled the boy and held him till the feeling withdrew enough the boys could speak.

"I, I, ah I almost peed." Joey breathed.

"No my young friend, you had an orgasm. Which if you think about is what happens when you penis is stimulated, rubbed, so it tickles the feeling out of you."

"Oh wow, that was something." Joey looked into the man's blue eyes and smiled.

"If you like we can do it again some time, but right now bed time. And please let the other lads know I was hard on you."

"Sure sir." said, hopping off the man's lap and pulling his briefs and pj's up, folding and twitching a bit a the material of his briefs skimmd the still sensitive flesh of his glans.

All the boys waited to see what condition Joey would be in when he came back. None of them knew much about how terrible Mr. Michaels' whippings were, for the boys from his dorm never said much about them. When the door opened thay all saw Joey walking a bit strangely and the thought was Mr. Michaels really spanked.

Richard looked at Joey, "Was it really bad?"

"To much to talk about." Joey said and turned on his side to sleep.


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