Summer Scholastics Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Summer Scholastics Chapter 4

... that the plug slid quickly up inside him, and the flared base came to rest against his hairy hole. He shuddered slightly as his hole adjusted to the girth of the metal inside him.

Matthew pulled up his pants and refastened the belt. He felt the cool drip of precum against the khaki fabric, which only seemed to arouse him more. He picked up the leather cuffs, their small metal rings clinking gently as he fastened one and then the other onto his wrists. Lastly, he picked up the satin blindfold and lifted it to his face.

The twilight room went dark as the cloth covered his eyes. He could still see vague outlines in the dwindling light but was almost entirely without sight. He groped for the edge of his desk, already standing with his back to the door, and laid his belly down on the desktop. His cock was throbbing. He clenched his hole against the protruding metal toy, and his heart raced with anticipation and lust. He put his hands behind his back as instructed and laid his blindfolded face down on the cool desk.

He waited. His ears were electric, trying to pick up any hint or sound of what was to come next. He could hear his heartbeat, the soft groan of the air conditioning unit, and a shuffling noise? He heard the unmistakable sound of the classroom door being opened and had to stop himself from turning to look. He lay there half on the desk with his large butt facing whoever had just entered his room.

The door closed–a lock clicked into place–the sound of ...

... footsteps. Matthew shifted his weight from foot to foot but tried to stay still. A rattling noise, something moved against the tray of the whiteboard. Another footstep. Silence.

Smack!

Matthew recoiled from the sting of something striking his presented ass. He yelped in response to the sudden sharp pain.

“Remain still, and quiet,” said the same deep voice that had called him earlier. Matthew whimpered slightly in response and attempted to stay still. Another swat came, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. He involuntarily clenched down on the buttplug with each smack. A third strike hit him with pinpoint accuracy. Each swat landed in the same spot across the middle of his cheeks. The teacher groaned slightly; the front of his pants was sopping with precum. Two more strikes hit him in quick succession.

“Please,” he heard himself moan out. No response came. After a moment of tense silence, he felt something thin and firm placed on his lower back, right above the crack, and balanced there. He stood as still as possible, attempting to balance the improvised paddle on his ass.

The sound of rustling, a bag being searched.

Clicking, the ting of metal on metal. A sliding noise and a zipper being pulled. Something thudded against the carpeted floor. It was off to his left side but he couldn't tell what was happening. Another rustling sound. A presence behind him.

"Wrists," commanded the voice, and Matthew tried to get his hands closer together. The cuffs were ...