Teacher Training
"Mr. Etting, please report to the Principal's Office! Mr. Etting, please report to the Principal's Office!"
Whether it was the tone in the school secretary's voice, blaring out over the school intercom, that triggered his reaction - or how freshly this summons followed the previous day's events with spanking Tommy Carson - James Etting was beside himself as he headed down the hall to the office. What was THIS about, exactly?
The door to Mr. Taylor's office was standing open. "Come in, James!" a grin and an outstretched hand greeted him. Maybe this was not going to be a BAD meeting after all!
"Please shut the door as you come in," (Oh-oh!) "And have a seat," Mr. Taylor directed James, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. As James sat, Neil Taylor also sat back down in his desk chair.
He leaned forward on his elbows, and with an eager facial expression looking into James eyes, saying nothing for a moment or two. James forced himself to sit still although his inner being was squirming like a six-year-old about to wet his pants. Finally Taylor asked, "Well, how did it go?"
James was confused for a moment. He felt like the question SURELY must refer to some great, fun event, judging from Taylor's enthusiasm. But the only point of reference he could think of for the question was the meeting with Tommy!
"Well....okay, I guess!" he replied uncertainly.
"He took it like a man?" Taylor asked, with a twinkle in his eye.
"I suppose, Mr. Taylor," James replied, all seriousness.
"Did you use the paddle?" Taylor asked, grinning ver more broadly. James received the clear impression that he expected an affirmative answer.
(Remember, dear butt-worthy reader, Neil Taylor KNEW exactly what had been done and not done to Tommy, as he watched it all take place through his office peep-hole!)
"Well, no, sir," James said. "Just my hand. He seemed to get the message well enough. It didn't seem necessary!"
All semblance of good humor left Neil Taylor's face, like a mask dropped to the floor. It was replaced by righteous outrage. "Well, you gave it to him on the bare, didn't you?"
"Uh,....what do you mean, sir?"
"On the bare! The bare butt!"
"No!" James replied a bit too quickly and primly. In his mind, Tommy's fine round butt, exposed at the end of his spanking, loomed larger than life.
"Well, well, well," Neil Taylor looked down at his hands, spreading the fingers and looking at his fingernails as he spoke. "What shall we do? What shall we do?....I think you need some teacher training!"
"Sir?" James queried. He did not like the SOUND of that!
"Were you ever spanked as a child, James?"
"No, sir!"
"Were you spanked at school?"
"No, sir!"
"Well, then," Taylor resumed a relaxed attitude. "You just need to learn what it's all about. That's all it will take! I'll show you! Stand up!"
Really confused, now, James stood. "Uh, yes, sir."
"Speak to me with certainty! You are an authority figure in this school! Learn to show your authority!" Now Taylor was barking at James, lacking only a German accent to sound like a Nazi officer in a movie.
"Yes, sir!" James answered, but still with a weak quiver in his voice.
Taylor took off his suit coat, hung it over the back of a chair and walked behind James, going to a cabinet out of James' line of vision. James heard sounds of objects being moved around.
Then Taylor came back into sight, now holding a couple of rattan canes, each about three feet long, slightly under a half-inch thick. He flexed them between his hands, as he commanded James, "Get over here!" pointing to the end of the desk with the canes. "Bend right over - grip the other end...."
James was non-plussed. He tried to comprehend what Mr. Taylor had just said. Taylor looked truly enraged now, as he paced around James. To James' shock, when Taylor was behind him, he gave James' backside a hard smack with both canes! The gesture achieved its purpose. James no longer questioned. He moved quickly to the end of the desk and leaned over it as directed. The desk was big, handsome polished wood on top. To reach across, James had to stretch and his feet were very nearly off the floor. He felt ridiculous as he assumed the position, ridiculous and somewhat frightened.
Neil looked at James' body lying stretched across the desk. His pants stretched tight across his bottom. "Hold on tighter than that. Get your backside up, boy!" James pulled himself forward another inch or so, feeling the cloth of his pants tighten right up the crack of his butt. "Now stay as you are and don't make a sound!"
James heard the sound of the canes, moving in practice strokes through the air. "SWOOSH! CRAAACK!" He was in such total panic by now that he could not reason. Then to his shock the first stroke landed. It was unbelievably painful and sounded like a pistol shot. James felt as if his butt had been cut in two. But there were more blows. "SWOOSH....WHAPPP!" Three, four, five and SIX! Jesus! The pain was awful!
Then Neil Taylor paused, letting James lie there still desperately stretching himself over the desk for all he was worth, breathing deeply. James felt his heart, beating like a rabbit's. And with his butt upended and abused, he could easily identify with an animal that was preyed upon.
Taylor looked down at the fine contours of James Etting's ass, fully swelling out in the tight seat of his trousers, two perfect arcs of tissue, plump, inviting further punishment. This was a dream come true and it would get better soon!
"The NEXT time I tell you it is your responsibility to punish a student, you will punish him PROPERLY!" James attention left the throbbing pain in his butt for a moment, listening to Taylor. He could not ignore the way he felt though, including now the fact that not only the warmth in his backside was growing: so was his _c_o_c_k_! How could THAT be happening NOW?
"Get back down!" Taylor barked. James hadn't even known he was partially standing. He dropped himself back across the desk. "No, wait! First, drop your trousers! THEN, bend over!"
Oh, lord! James was horrified but too afraid now to resist. Hands shaking, he unbuckled his belt, undid his trousers and not even thinking of his _c_o_c_k_ jutting out in his white briefs, unzipped and dropped them. It would have taken a quick look for Taylor to have SEEN James' _c_o_c_k_ as he so hurriedly bent over the desk again. But in this particular situation, Taylor WAS quick! Somewhere deeply buried in his subconscious was a gleeful response to the sight of the young teacher's tumescent penis. This was GOOD. This was VERY GOOD!
"Right! Let's see how you do NOW!" He glared at James' tight little butt, now protected only by the thin white cotton of the boyish briefs! Again, pauses, lectures, pauses, practice strokes in the air, all the while practically slobbering over the fine sight of Etting's butt. James became more and more tense until he felt he could explode. Then "SWIISSH --- WHAAAAPP!!!" The first of six more killing strokes. How could ANYTHING hurt more than the caning on the seat of his trousers? James didn't know - but with that thin layer of material OFF, he discovered a whole new threshold of pain.
Six more strokes of the cane, even harder, delivered with relish by a strong man. When the cane landed on the same exact spot as it had moments before the agony was almost unbearable and Taylor was just bastard enough to aim for those places, or to cut at James' butt at an angle, striking out across several previous sites.
Then Taylor ordered him to stand up straight, hands on his head. Standing erect only hurt MORE!
"No! Take off that shirt first!"
James struggled out of the shirt, reminded in the process that his briefs were still tented out in front! Pain far-outweighed embarrassment or shame at this moment, however. He dropped the shirt and placed his hands on his head.
Taylor took both canes in hand - and ran the tips of them over the bulge in James' briefs! James shivered and reflexively jerked away from the touch - but he immediately jerked BACK at the pain the movement had caused in his flaming backside. Taylor was clearly fascinated by James' impressive endowment. He seemed to snicker as he stroked the side of James' _c_o_c_k_ through the cotton. God! James felt his briefs growing wet! How COULD he have THIS response to such an agonizing situation?
Neil was so happy at this moment. A thick _c_o_c_k_ throbbing visibly behind soft white cotton, much to the shame of the _c_o_c_k_'s "owner!" This was a situation he had often fantasized about as he took one of his long, long showers at home. He MUST make the situation even more delectable!
"Get out of those panties!"
James' heart lurched in his chest! Surely not! He was a grown man! The only other person before whom he had stood naked for a decade was his doctor and even then only briefly! Surely Taylor was just testing him!
He stood there a moment! Taylor's face reddened and he lightly switched the side of James' _c_o_c_k_ with the cane! "GET THEM OFF!"
Again, too frightened to question what he was doing, James hurriedly and painfully removed the briefs, turning to lay them on the desk.
"Hands back on your head!" Taylor barked. James obeyed, in horror.
Taylor was REALLY enjoying the view now, as he paced back and forth in front of James, staring with a strange kind of leer at James' hard _c_o_c_k_, which had an upward curve and a thick swollen head which was bobbing gently up and down. Again the principal touched the _c_o_c_k_ with the canes, this time smearing pre-cum over the upper part of the head, which caused a noticeable increase in inflation.
"Back over the desk!" he commanded James and James again exposed his backside which was now totally uncovered, red turning dark and bluish. To James' relief, no more blows from the canes followed, only the sting of Taylor's hand running across his buttocks. Taylor cupped James' buns from underneath, then allowed his middle finger to wedge into James fine crack. He felt the teacher's little tight hole against the front of the finger.
James' butt was numb by now. It would hurt later. He DID feel the slight pressure of Mr. Taylor's finger against his hole and had just enough dignity left to be horrified at this further invasion. Taylor stood there, hand resting on his swollen hot butt, until finally he said, "And NOW what do you say to me, young man?"
James mind raced - what was he expected to say? How could he avoid further punishment?
But apparently Taylor was done with that phase of their "meeting," for he murmured in a low voice the line he expected to hear from James: "Thank you, sir. Thank you for giving me what I deserve."
Without conviction, James repeated the two brief statements.
"That's right!" Taylor responded. "Get down here on your knees and show your appreciation!" waving his hand in front of where he stood.
James scuffled onto the floor, on his knees, and then realized with a jolt that he was staring at a VERY prominent bulge in Taylor's suit trousers. "Show your appreciation, boy!"
James' hand moved slowly, instinctively upward, towards Taylor's zipper. A truth buried too deeply in him for him to even be aware of it was that he WANTED to proceed with the implied act, but since his own desire was indeed beyond his own recognition, the hand stopped in mid-air. Taylor seized it and drew it up to the top of his zipper. James, fearing further punishment, took hold of the little metal triangle and lowered the zipper. He saw through the gaping fly that Taylor's _c_o_c_k_ was pressing out through the opening in a pair of boxer shorts.
Following his instincts, James carefully unfastened the waist of Taylor's trousers and eased them gently down. He glanced nervously up at the principal who was smiling benevolently, kindly even, at him now. That was TOO weird!
Taylor then stared proudly down at the thick seven inches of cut dick standing stoutly out towards Etting's mouth. James held Taylor's _c_o_c_k_ in his hand for a moment, just looking at it, thick, shining with pre-cum, throbbing, growing a darker shade of red. Then he opened his mouth very slowly and began to lean forward.
But then James stopped, jerked his head back and let go of Taylor's _c_o_c_k_. "I can't do this, Sir! I'm sorry!" The panic was evident in his voice.
"You CAN and you WILL do it!" Taylor sounded threatening again, and he stepped a half step towards James, so that his _c_o_c_k_ actually brushed the handsome young teacher's square-jawed face.
"I can't!" James repeated and the tears he had barely held in check through the beating he'd taken now gushed from his eyes and he sobbed, eyes closed. Taylor just stood there, well, still except for one hand gently stroking his _c_o_c_k_. He waited.
Finally James' sobbing subsided somewhat and Taylor said in a kinder voice again, "Now come on, young fellow. You can do it!"
James stood up at that statement, reaching frantically for his underwear and trousers, dressing as he said, "No, I can't! I won't! I'm sorry!"
Taylor looked like something was boiling inside his head. His _c_o_c_k_ soon wilted and he stuffed it angrily back into his pants and re-fastened them. He watched in rage as James finished dressing. Then James looked up at him again. Their eyes locked - James' eyes expressing shock, Taylor's rage.
"You....are....fired, Etting! As of NOW! For insubordination!"