The school I attended as a young teenager was very strict indeed. Naughty schoolboys used to get severe punishment applied to their bare bottoms regularly, and the teachers would not stop the beating before the boy's sore buttocks were colored red or purple.
As it was a catholic school, every _s_e_x_ual activity was of course considered wicked and totally forbidden, especially homo_s_e_x_uality . In order to demonstrate to us the sinfulness of gay _s_e_x_, one teacher occasionally showed us gay porn videos during the lessons, which was naturally pure torment to the secret fags among us... We all had to stand beside our desks, hands at both sides of the body, and weren't allowed to move or to show the slightest sign of arousal. There was always someone who failed!
I felt my _c_o_c_k_ harden while I watched the two naked men on the screen kissing, biting, sucking , moaning... Their hands wandered across their bodies, pinching nipples, stroking their immense erections, fingers exploring inviting horny holes. When one of them entered the other one and started _f_u_c_k_ing him raw, I finally lost control. My hand unzipped my trousers and grabbed my stiff _c_o_c_k_, and I heard a loud moan escape my lips as I wanked for all it was worth.
The pleasure didn't last long, for a firm hand gripped my wrist and pulled mine out of my pants, away from my hungry, aching _c_o_c_k_, dragging me towards the teacher's desk. As I stood facing the class, my clothes were taken off, and I felt about 30 horny pairs of eyes wandering up and down my exposed body, paying special attention to my still erect member. Soon I was told to bend over the desk, legs apart, my ass presenting a wide target for the teacher to punish as long as he pleased.
He started to spank me with his hand, and like always he spanked HARD !!! I was soon whimpering and squirming, trying not to cry out aloud, for I knew this would gain me some extra blows. I could still hear the moaning from the TV, and when I opened my eyes, I perceived that most of my class mates where now too touching themselves, just like I had done before, and their gazes were fixed unto me. My ass was truly on fire and I was on the verge of bursting into tears, but non-the-less my penis was hard as a rock.
Eventually the teacher paused for a brief moment, only to continue his work with a massive wooden paddle that he had just taken out of the drawer. As blow after blow landed painfully on my poor backside, each harder than the one before, I couldn't help myself anymore and started to scream at the top of my lungs every time the paddle made contact with my raw skin. Wet tears were finally streaming down my face. I wanted to beg him to stop, tell him that I've had enough and that I'd never do it again, that I'd be a good boy from now on, - but I just could not get the words out; I was unable to speak...
This was the first part... part2 will be added soon! If you have any comments on this story or suggestions what could happen next, please email me at: sore_asss@yahoo. de