The young teacher stood before the two young boys, his face severe.
"Michael, Tim. You two know why you were told to come here today. You're both good kids, but you disrupted my class on Friday, and I can't have that. I'm afraid to let you off too easily, even though you've been good all year so far. If I don't make you remember this, you might be tempted to misbehave again. So, I want you to step into my private office. Now."
Michael and Tim shot scared looks at each other but walked to the back of the room, following their handsome young teacher. Both were 13, good students, but they'd gotten caught being silly while Mr. Newman was out of the room, and he'd told them to come back to his classroom at the middle school on Saturday afternoon at 2:00.
They knew they were in for it when they walked into the room and found the shades drawn; they'd both heard that Mr. Newman was a firm believer in corporal punishment. And even though they'd talked about it together in anxious tones as they rode their bikes to the school, neither knew that the other was looking forward to this punishment with an powerful mix of fear ... and desire.
Once they were in the small office, Mr. Newman closed the door. He stood glaring at them for a moment, then spoke softly.
"Michael, stand in front of my desk."
Michael walked forward and stood with his back to the teacher and to his best friend.
"Take your pants down."
Michael hesitated, and the teacher raised his voice. "Do it now!"
Michael's sweaty fingers undid the snap on his jeans and reached to unzip them. He was acutely aware of Tim behind him. Although he'd often thought about getting naked with his friend, this wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. Still, it was somehow weirdly exciting, knowing his best friend was going to get a good long look at his butt. The thought of Tim watching him as their teacher spanked his ass made his penis tingle.
He slipped his pants down around his ankles and waited.
"Underpants too, please."
Michael put his hands beneath the elastic band of his white cotton shorts and shucked them down, his face burning in embarrassment as he imagined Tim's eyes riveted on his naked buttocks. His penis began to harden, and he unconsciously clenched his butt-cheeks in a mixture of fear, mortification -- and aroused anticipation.
"Lean over the desk, please."
The boy leaned his belly over the hard wood desk, feeling his tingling penis press against the side of it. His cheeks were parted, and he felt his face flush red as he exposed his bare bottom to the gaze of the adult teacher -- and his own best friend.
He wondered if Tim could see his asshole. All year long, he'd felt a growing desire for his friend, and wondered if Tim shared his passion. They'd talked around the issue of homo_s_e_x_uality, but neither had identified himself as being gay. As he thought about Tim staring at him now, he felt his sphincter tighten.
Without another word, Mr Newman walked forward and stopped behind the half-naked boy. Gazing appreciatively at the muscular, athletic bottom of the cute young teenager, he raised his hand back and propelled it forward.
WHACK!
The sound of hard palm connecting to pliant, naked buttock filled the room. Michael flinched, the pain on his butt-cheek spreading across his backside. He felt his penis stiffen, and was mortified.
WHACK! Another blow fell across his sweaty bottom, the noise cracking sharply in the silent office.
Mr. Newman kept his eyes trained keenly on the quivering young bottom spread open before him. He was getting an erection at the sight of the boy's butt growing redder and redder. The teacher had had his eye on Michael's plump young ass since the first day of class, and had longed to administer this hot spanking on it. But since the boy was a good student, he doubted it would ever happen. Now that it was, he was enjoying the hell out of it.
As for Tim, his eyes were absolutely glued to the sight of his best friend's bare butt. He'd been strongly attracted to Michael since the day they'd met, and secretly longed to see him naked. Michael's perfect, boyish rear was everything he'd imagined it to be. He couldn't believe it was finally happening -- and in Mr. Newman's office! The man was hot! Tim thought his friend felt the same way about their teacher -- and even about Tim himself -- and as his penis stiffened in his pants he wondered if Michael had a hard-on too.
Mr. Newman had slowly come to stop in his spanking, and as Tim fretted about being next, Michael was relieved to think the humiliating but curiously exciting session was at an end. But instead of letting him pull his pants up over his red-hot bottom, their teacher told him to stay exactly as he was. He ordered the boy to stand beside him.
Michael hesitated, knowing he was about to expose his throbbing hard-on to Mr. Newman, and to Tim. He swallowed hard, put his hands over his crotch and turned.
"Take your hands away," the young teacher snapped.
Michael gulped again and let his hands go to his sides. His _d_i_c_k_ pointed straight up and to his embarrassment he felt it bobbing away as he waddled toward Mr. Newman, his pants and shorts bunched around his knees.
Mr. Newman motioned to Tim now.
"Come and stand in front of the desk," he said gruffly.
The boy didn't need instruction. He knew what was expected. He walked slowly over to the desk nervously unzipped his trousers. When he'd slipped them down around his ankles, he quickly yanked his underpants off of his butt and over his rock-hard _c_o_c_k_. Then he leaned across the desk, his hard-on pressed against it, and waited.
Michael, meanwhile, had been unable to look away when Tim took down his trousers. When Tim bent over, Michael could see that his _c_o_c_k_ was stiff as a poker, and he gazed at it longingly, which made his own _d_i_c_k_ throb in excitement. His eyes roamed lasciviously over Tim's exposed asscheeks, taking in every delicious detail. His friend's ass was every bit as cute naked as he'd thought it would be: rounded and firm, set high, the cheeks like twin half-melons. For Michael, having Mr. Newman see his own bare butt was hot, but seeing Tim's was thrilling.
Mr. Newman also stared at Tim's naked bottom, and smiled to himself. As with Michael, he'd wanted this boy bent over his desk all semester as well, but had pretty much despaired of getting him to bare his pretty adolescent ass before the end of the school year. And now he had them both at the same time!
Usually his corporal regime was simply a matter of leaning the culprit over his desk, spanking him soundly and sending him on his way. But it was different with these two. The young teacher had caught some pretty strong vibes from both Michael and Tim. He thought they were probably gay, and he'd often wondered if they were lovers. It was patently obvious from the teenagers' raging hard-ons that being together with their pants down was exciting them both -- and that the spanking was a further turn-on. As long as the boys were getting so much out of the experience, Mr. Newman fully intended to exploit the possibilities. He reached into his pocket and shifted his aching _c_o_c_k_ in his pants, then let the boy have it.
WHACK!
Tim shut his eyes in pain as the teacher's palm made contact with his butt. The pain was intense, but it seemed to coarse through his ass, around his balls and out the head of his straining _c_o_c_k_.
WHACK!
The teacher's hand blurred as he brought it down repeatedly on the pliant flesh before him. The boy's butt turned a pleasing shade of pink, then deepened to scarlet as he rained blows upon the teenager's luscious round bottom. Mr. Newman's _c_o_c_k_ continued to expand in his trousers as he spanked the kid's delicious adolescent rear soundly.
Tim was in an agony of conflicting responses. He was both intensely embarrassed and sharply stimulated by his teacher and his best friend gazing on his bare bottom. And while Mr. Newman's carefully administered spanking hurt like hell, it was also making his _d_i_c_k_ harder than he'd ever known it before.
Finally, the spanking ceased and the young teacher ordered Tim to go and stand by his friend. His face burning in shame, Tim turned and strode toward Michael, his young penis jutting straight out. As he did so, he saw that Michael's own _c_o_c_k_ was as hard as it had been before. They were definitely going to have to discuss this experience later ...
When he was standing by his friend, Tim looked at Mr. Newman and for the first time he saw that their humpy teacher had a pronounced bulge in his trousers. He wondered if Michael could see it, too.
Michael was also staring intently at Mr. Newman's crotch. The idea that the young man was as turned on by the spankings as the boys themselves sent a shiver of desire down his back.
Mr. Newman, meanwhile, stood silently appraising the teenager's throbbing young _c_o_c_k_s. Even if they weren't actually gay, the boys were certainly aroused. And he planned to make them even hotter before the session was over. He pulled the chair from behind his desk and placed it in front. Then he reached into a drawer, pulled out a medium sized towel and placed it on the seat. Finally, he sat in the chair and gazed sternly at the boys.
"Michael, come here," he said sharply.
The teenager came to him, a look of confusion on his pretty face.
"I want you boys to remember this spanking for the rest of the year. Lay yourself over my lap, please."
Michael hesitated, and the teacher reached out. His hand closed around the boy's stiffened penis and pulled him over. Still gripping the teenager's _d_i_c_k_ tightly, he pushed the boy over his lap and raised his free hand. In a moment, the room resounded once more with the SPLAT! of rough palm striking soft, pliant butt-flesh.
Tim stared in amazement as the teacher paddled his friend's butt once more, his fist still gripping Michael's _c_o_c_k_. As the blows descended, he saw that Michael had begun to push his ass upwards to meet the strokes, and he found his own penis throbbing wildly as he watched.
Michael was in heaven. As Mr. Newman spanked him, he bucked up his hips to greet each new stroke, each movement forcing his _c_o_c_k_ to slid up and down in the teacher's grasp. He could never remember being so completely turned on. When he began to cry out, it was not the pain in his red-hot bottom that made his yelp, it was his swiftly mounting orgasm.
When it came, it struck the boy like a thunderbolt. He moaned loudly as he felt his sphincter tighten and wave after wave of hot boy-cum spurted out the head of his beleaguered _d_i_c_k_ and onto the towel. As his climax dissipated, the spanking ceased and Michael lay, his head spinning, over Mr. Newman's lap.
After a few moments of silence, broken only by Michael's panting for breath, the teacher patted the boy's splendid young butt and told him to get up. Tim had been unable to blink, mesmerized by the incredible scene before him. As Michael lifted himself dizzily from their teacher's lap, his penis slowly softening, Tim almost leaped forward to take his place. The teacher reached for the boy's aching-hard _c_o_c_k_ and swiftly pulled him over his knee.
Michael was now treated to the sight of Tim over Mr. Newman's lap, the teacher gripping his friend's hardy prong and laying a series of well-timed blows to Tim's quivering buttocks. Just as he himself had done, he saw that Tim was pushing his bare butt up to meet the blows their teacher dispensed across the reddened butt-cheeks. But instead of simply allowing Tim to cum, Mr. Newman stopped spanking him and, licking his index finger until it was slick with saliva, pressed it between the boy's smarting buttocks.
Tim was wild with desire as the teacher slipped his index finger between his butt-crack and pressed it against his spasming butthole. As Mr. Newman worked his nimble digit into his butt, he felt the teacher begin stroking his _c_o_c_k_-shaft. It didn't take long before Tim cried out, his anus tightening on the teacher's finger as his _c_o_c_k_ exploded, spraying the towel with hot white jizz. When he was done, he felt Mr. Newman's finger press in harder up his butthole. Finally, the teacher moaned loudly and his body shuddered as he came in his pants, shoving his finger hard up the boy's ass as he spewed his load inside his trousers.
Michael watched this display in amazement, his _c_o_c_k_ throbbing as his best friend got a thorough finger-_f_u_c_k_ing by the boy's hunky teacher. He longed to grab his _d_i_c_k_ and beat off to the incredible sight of Mr. Newman's finger poking up Tim's hot butt. And when Tim shot his load, his body arcing and stiffening, all Michael could think of was getting his friend into his bed.
Tim was spent, and felt his body begin to relax. Dazed, he stared at the floor until he could focus on the linoleum again. When the boy was fully at rest, Mr. Newman slowly pulled his finger out of Tim's hot, wet hole, patted him gently on his still-stinging butt and told him to get up. As Tim walked back toward Michael, he was amused to see his friend's penis had grown stiff all over again. Their eyes met and each grinned at the other for a fast moment.
They looked at Mr. Newman, who had retrieved the towel from the chair and was folding it up. Their teacher had a huge wet spot on the crotch of his trousers. After tossing the towel back in the drawer, he turned and looked at the boys as sternly as he could.
"I hope you boys learned something today."
The two youths noticed a funny look on their teacher's face, as though he read their secrets, and approved.
"Now pull up your pants and go home."
Michael and Tim re-clothed their lower torsos -- already Tim was sporting a fresh erection -- and trotted out of the classroom, wincing at the pain in their well-spanked bottoms. When he saw the boys outside the building and safely beyond hearing, Mr. Newman rubbed his palms together and grinned. He hadn't spanked a boy that semester before today, and he had been looking forward to it eagerly. It had been a long time since he'd enjoyed his secret pleasure. Too many months had passed since he'd had an adolescent over his lap. And today's session had an added benefit: The teacher glowed with the assurance that he'd been right about these two boys -- and had been able to show the truth to both of them on top of it.
As they walked toward their bicycles gingerly, their bottoms burning, Michael and Tim had only two questions between them: was the ride home on their bikes going to be torture -- and when could they see each other naked again?
They slowly mounted their bicycles, wincing. Michael stole a sidelong glance at his best friend and said, "My folks're out of town. Wanna come over?"
Tim felt a huge grin spread across his face.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Michael grinned back at him and placed his hand over his friend's crotch. Tim's penis jumped at Michael's touch.
"What do YOU think?"
"Let's go!," Tim cried.
And they were off.