JAMIE

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 5 ]

The front door bell sounded at exactly 4 o’clock, just as Jamie was attempting a particularly difficult exercise in his Maths book. Miss Turner looked up from her book and sighed. “Okay Jamie, I’ll go and answer that. Stand up please!”

At the door, she turned. “You may put these black shorts on now Jamie and come down stairs. Be quick!”

A minute later he ran down to the hall where his teacher was welcoming her guests. She turned and smiled. “Jamie, this is Miss Stenton, a very good friend of mine and her daughters, Christine and Elizabeth. Shake hands Jamie!”

He took the lady’s hand timidly, then shook hands with the two girls. Marjorie Stenton was a tall lady about the same age as Miss Turner, slim with angular features and dark piercing eyes. Christine was about two years older than he was, and her sister Elizabeth, a nine year old cheeky looking redhead with freckles. He saw her look at his shorts and blushed.

“But Mummy, you said that he’d have a bare bottom!” she said in a disappointed tone. Her mother looked at her friend, her eyebrows raised. Miss Turner laughed. “Yes Marjorie, I know what I said, but I thought, er, in the event..” She nodded at the two girls. “I thought it prudent to keep his shorts on for the afternoon.” Unlike her young daughter, Marjorie managed to conceal her disappointment quite well.

Miss Turner wondered if she’d done the right thing. Having studied together they were well aware they shared the same interests. Widowed very early, Marjorie had inherited enough money to give up teaching, and had devoted her time to the upkeep of rather large house and two daughters. Her love of teaching having been stronger than first realised, she’d since started giving private lessons at home. Miss Turner sighed. They really must have a long chat about certain things…

Ushering her guests into the living room, she started to pour the tea, while Jamie dutifully handed round a large plate of sandwiches and glasses of juice for the girls. He sat next to his teacher and started to eat, occasionally looking at the two girls opposite. Why did they stare like that? Elizabeth took a large bite of her roll and then glanced at Jamie. She giggled, crumbs flying out of her mouth.

“Oh really Elizabeth, do behave yourself!” said her mother crossly. She smiled at Jamie, her eyes falling on the little bulge in his shorts. She had rather been looking forward to…

Such was Jamie’s interest in the antics of the young girl, he was not immediately aware that the ladies were talking about him. It was the smirk on Christine’s face which alerted him to what was happening.

“Well Joyce, all I’m saying is that we’ve had plenty of boys over for private lessons as you know, so really, the girls are quite used to them. I must say I’m surprised that you changed your mind. Should you really interrupt his punishment just because of the girls?”

“Oh, this isn’t exactly a proper punishment” replied Miss Turner, putting her cup down. “I haven’t decided the correct course of action to take yet. I want to discuss it with John tomorrow when he comes for lunch. You remember John Slack don’t you? He’s the new headmaster.”

Marjorie blushed and nodded. “Oh yes, I remember John very well.” She saw Jamie staring at her, his eyes open wide in astonishment. Mr Slack? Coming here? Such was his confusion, he was only dimly aware of the continuing conversation. He felt a tap on his arm.

“I said stand up, Jamie!” He obeyed automatically, his mouth suddenly very dry. Miss Turner smiled. “Miss Stenton has convinced me that there’s no reason to make an exception, so I think we can continue your punishment.”

He felt her start to slide his shorts down and grabbed her wrists, his eyes full of tears. “N..no..please miss..please!” She slapped his hands away angrily. “If you do that once more young man, I’ll have to cane you. Now put your hands by your sides!”

His world seemed to spin round him. The feel of cool air told him that his shorts were down and he stepped obediently out of them. Through his tears of embarrassment, he saw the two girls staring at him, though not at his face. At that moment, four pairs of eyes were focused on only one thing!

Miss Turner gave a light slap on his bare bottom and coughed. “Okay Jamie, don’t be shy. There’s no need for tears. Another sandwich Marjorie? Hand the plate round please Jamie.”

The tension was broken and Jamie walked round with the large porcelain plate, his face growing redder as he saw the girls examining him.

Miss Stenton sighed and sat back in her chair. She glanced at her friend and Joyce chuckled. It was clear what she was thinking. She’d known Marjorie since teacher training college. Why not…?

“You know Marjorie, since Jamie will be here the whole summer, perhaps he could come over to you for some lessons. Or are you going away?”

Miss Stenton blushed. Her friend hadn’t changed one bit. “Er..well..yes, I think that’s an excellent idea”” she stammered. Her heart raced as she considered the endless possibilities. She really had to visit more often!

“He’s a fast learner” said Miss Turner watching Jamie as he took the heavy plate back to the low table. He bent down and for a second there was silence as they admired his large pert buttocks.

She coughed. “As I was saying, he’s a fast learner, but requires strict discipline – just like most boys.” She smiled. “We’ve already covered a lot of Maths and English from last year’s syllabus and even done some biology. Jamie’s learnt quite a lot about puberty, haven’t you?” Her question made Jamie blush an even deeper red.

Miss Stenton clapped her hands in mock admiration. “Oh, how clever Jamie” she said. She glanced at Joyce and sighed. Her friend was so lucky. Well, from now on, she was going to enjoy herself!

“Yes, isn’t he!” continued Miss Turner. Jamie, go and stand in front of Miss Stenton,” She paused while the young boy walked over to her friend, his hands at his sides. He swallowed. Just so..so embarrassing!

“Now tell Miss Stenton all the changes that happen to a boy’s body during puberty, Jamie” she ordered. Jamie looked at her in dismay. Behind him, Christine bit her lip to stop herself laughing, while her younger sister just stared at his bottom.

“Come on Jamie” whispered Miss Turner sternly. “I do hope you haven’t forgotten already. I’m sure our guests wouldn’t like it if I had to spank your bottom in front of them!”

From the looks on their faces, it was clear that they’d like that very much indeed. Nevertheless, it provided the little push he needed to start.

“Er..er..the voice breaks miss” he whispered nervously. “Speak up please Jamie” his teacher commanded. Jamie shuffled his feet. “The arms and legs grow faster miss, er..and hair grows.” “Where?” asked Miss Stenton, beginning to enjoy herself. She gazed at the boy’s small penis. How big had Joyce said it got?

“Er..on the face, under the arms, and er..around the privates miss.”

“Yes, and what else?”

Jamie’s heart thumped. He sighed. There was no use in pretending he didn’t know.

“Er..the penis gets bigger and testicles start making sperm miss. Er..and boys have wet dreams miss.”

There was silence.

“And have you started puberty yet Jamie?” asked Miss Stenton, glancing at her friend. Joyce winked at her.

“A little bit miss” replied Jamie, his heart slowing down. He was trapped, he knew it. So they could see everything, so what? Must be better than being spanked in front of the girls!

“Have you started growing hair yet? Let’s see.” Gently, she ran her finger over his chin. “No sign of a beard yet is there?” she joked. She chuckled. How many twelve year old boys had beards anyway!

She lifted his arm. “No, nothing there either.”

Jamie didn’t for one second believe that the lady would…..

“I don’t see any here either.” It took a second for Jamie to realise that she actually had his balls in her hand. He gasped, and she tightened her grip. Briefly she glanced at her friend. After all, she didn’t want to push her luck. Miss Turner smiled and nodded slowly.

Jamie swallowed and then blinked in astonishment as the two girls came and stood behind their mother’s chair to watch. She pretended to ignore them. Her hand teased the back of Jamie’s testicles. She jiggled his soft penis with her thumb and examined it closely.

Miss Stenton sighed. It would be such fun to play a little longer, but she’d already gone quite far enough for today. Maybe when he came over, she’d have more time to…

Releasing his balls, she sat back and took her tea, indicating that her little test was at an end.

Miss Turner looked at the two girls and then at Jamie. “Jamie, why don’t you take the girls upstairs and show them the schoolroom. I’m sure they’d love to see how hard you’ve been working.” She coughed to get the girls’ attention. Poor Jamie must be so embarrassed! They couldn’t seem to tear their eyes from his privates.

“Show the girls what you can do in the gym. In fact I think you need a bit of exercise after all those sandwiches!” She paused. “Oh and Jamie!” The boy turned. “You’ll do whatever Christine tells you, do you understand?” Jamie glanced at the girl in question. “Yes miss” he replied quietly.

The girls followed Jamie up the stairs, their eyes riveted on the cheeky pair of buttocks wobbling in front of them. Elizabeth nudged her sister and giggled. “Stop it Lizzie!” Christine grinned. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen a boy’s bare bottom, but certainly never this close. The private lessons her mother gave at home were always conducted in private, but the door was often left slightly ajar. Last year, being drawn by the sound of loud slapping and cries of pain from the room, Christine had peeped round the door just in time to see her mother administer the last two slaps with a slipper before taking the boy from across her lap and standing him up. She’d watched in amazement as he’d clasped his bright red bottom, sobbing as her mother lectured him about something.

Since then, she’d heard numerous spankings and even a few canings, but always from outside the study. Recently they’d started having boys stay for whole weekends, and she’d heard her mother in the bathroom with them, the door locked. Christine looked at Jamie’s cute backside and made a mental note to speak to her mother about this. After all, she was almost fifteen now. She could surely help a bit more?

Jamie led them both to the study, too embarrassed to actually speak. The girls looked round. Christine went to the tall cupboard and looked inside. “Gosh Lizzie, look at these!” she said, her eyes widening at the sight of the canes. Her sister giggled and looked at Jamie. “I bet they make his bum hot!” she laughed.

“Tell me Jamie, which one does Miss Turner use to punish you with?” Christine faced the boy, hoping that she had sounded authoritative. She had to let him know who was in charge. Jamie blushed. For a second he debated whether to just respond with a well known expletive. After all, she was only a few years older than him. It wasn’t fair! “Er…that one.” He replied quietly, pointing to the cane at the end.

Christine took it out and bent it in her hands. “Hmmm, much lighter than the one we use at home.” She smiled. “When mother teaches the boys who visit, she keeps it on her desk so they can see it- just in case. You should hear them squeal when she uses it!” Her little sister looked at her in astonishment. She had no idea her sister knew all this. Well, from now on, she was going to be part of the fun!

“How does Miss Turner cane you Jamie?” continued Christine, examining the crooked handle. “Over a chair or touching toes?” Jamie swallowed. “Er, touching my toes.”

He half guessed what was coming next. “Show me please!” The girls stepped back and watched as the boy bent over. He started to straighten. “No, stay bending over please!” He heard her sister giggle and felt the cane tapping his bottom.

“P..please, you won’t…” Christine laughed. “No of course not. I just want to see how it feels.” She tapped the cane against his bum a bit harder. “Mother wants me to start helping her with the boys so I have to learn how to use a cane properly.” She ran the tip of the cane down between his buttocks, grinning at the little gasp it elicited. “Okay, stand up please!” She placed the cane back in the cupboard.

“Right, go and show Lizzie the gym and get a bit of exercise.” She nodded at a pile of his work on the desk. “I want to see what you’ve been learning.” Jamie walked out with the little girl, thankful to have escaped from Christine’s strange game. Sitting down at the boy’s desk, Christine started to read through the sheets of paper, her face growing redder at some of the more graphic descriptions. She picked up one sheet and read it twice. What?? A familiar tingling from between her legs started to grow in intensity and she slipped her hand down under her skirt. Oh yes. She really had to start helping mother with the boys!

“Higher, higher!” Lizzie watched as Jamie jumped up and down on the exercise mat. It had been her idea and Jamie saw no reason to refuse. Lizzie was enjoying herself. It was fun making the boy do things and she loved the feeling of power. After all, he had to do what she said, didn’t he? She giggled at the sight of the boy’s private parts jiggling about. Why did boys have such funny things between their legs. They looked so silly! She knew a little bit about them from what her sister had told her. Hadn’t she said something about a boy’s willy going hard sometimes. What about those little balls? Did they go hard as well? She heard the faint noise of a door closing downstairs. Oh yes, Miss Turner had said she’d show mother round the garden. They were all alone and… Why not?

She grinned cheekily. “Jamie come here please!” The boy obeyed, wondering what new exercise she’d thought up this time. The truth was he rather enjoyed showing off, even if the eight year old’s eyes did always return to a certain part of his body. He blushed but not as much as before. After all, it was only a willy!

“Legs wide apart!” Jamie did as she said. What on earth was she… Her little hand touched his penis and he jumped, pulling away from her. “Jamie, stand still!” she ordered, her high pitched voice echoing round the room. She stamped her foot in exasperation as the boy backed off, his hands held over his crotch. Then she grinned, her eyes narrowing.

“Jamie, if you don’t stand still and let me look at your things, I’m going to tell Miss Turner that you swore at me.” Her imagination was unleashed. She pinched her arm. “Oww, you see what you did!” Jamie stared at the horrible little girl and shivered. “B..but I never! I never…” He was trapped. “You pushed me over and pinched me!” she continued, her eyes filling with tears. “Then you said the F-word. I heard you!” She gazed in delight as the boy shrugged and uncovered himself. Her acting had been refined over the last few years. Aware of her talent, she’d used it to her advantage many times at school.

Jamie stood in front of the girl and opened his legs. Just please let her get it over with! Please let her… Owww! The girl’s small hands squeezed his balls and he jumped. “Oh sorry” she said, a note of genuine concern in her voice. “They’re really delicate aren’t they!”

Lizzie was in ecstasy. The summer heat and Jamie’s own exertions had made his scrotum dangle loosely between his legs and she could see and feel his two testicles. They felt like two hard-boiled eggs in a bag. She watched fascinated as his scrotum contracted slightly. To add to Jamie’s indignity, she started flicking his penis playfully. “Why doesn’t it stick up?” she asked, holding the end between her fingers. As if answering her, Jamie’s soft little manhood started to lengthen. The effect of the girl’s teasing fingers overcame any embarrassment he felt. He closed his eyes. Please not that!

He heard a noise and opened them again. Christine was standing behind her sister, a wicked grin on her face. Lizzie appeared completely unperturbed by the arrival of her older sister. “Look, his willy’s getting longer!” she exclaimed excitedly. Christine knelt down and shook her head. “Oh Lizzie!” she chuckled, well aware of Jamie’s predicament. What a good idea it had been to eavesdrop for a few minutes before coming in the room!

“Well, well Jamie. I see you’re quite enjoying being examined by Lizzie!” Jamie moved his hands down. “Oh no you don’t!” She slapped his hand away. “You stand there and don’t move. Besides” She nudged her sister. “I heard you say the F-word as well. I wonder what Miss Turner would do!” Jamie looked down as both girls began to prod and poke his privates. He had no doubt what his teacher would do, and most likely in front of her guests!

Christine whispered something to her sister and they both laughed. “I read all about your homework project” she said, slowly pulling his foreskin back. “You have to measure it when it’s hard, don’t you? Well let’s see how long it can get.”

Lizzie held his balls. “They keep changing” she exclaimed in amazement. “They’re always moving! Boys are really so strange!” Jamie didn’t dare look, but he felt his penis start to rise and groaned. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t…

“Oh, I also know why you’re being punished Jamie!” Christine’s words cut into him like a knife and he opened his eyes to see her smirking, her fingers teasing the back of his scrotum. “Oh yes, I heard Miss Turner chatting to mother outside the study window. “I know exactly why you’re being punished, you dirty boy!” She nudged her little sister. “He was lying on the bed looking at dirty magazines and playing with himself!”

Lizzie giggled. She knew what dirty magazines were. “What does playing with himself mean?” she asked, puzzled. Christine raised her eyebrows and looked at Jamie. “Show us what you were doing please Jamie.” She saw the look on his face. “Now Jamie, or I’ll go and fetch Miss Turner!”

Jamie moved his hand down and held himself. Lizzie reluctantly let go of his willy. It had been so nice playing with it! The girls watched as he started rubbing his rock hard penis. He closed his eyes. This was terrible, yet, at the same time, so very, very nice. Time seemed to slow down. The tingly feeling returned, faint at first, but growing slowly in intensity. He rubbed a little faster, oblivious to all around him.

Lizzie’s sharp hearing picked up the sound of soft footsteps from below and she nudged Christine. The two girls slipped silently out of the room and back into the schoolroom, leaving Jamie alone in the gym. Christine closed the door and quickly sat at the table with her sister, pretending to look at some books.

Jamie’s eyes were shut, his right hand a blur as he rubbed himself. The tingling was overwhelming. Could he? Would they tell? It was so good! So very good! His young manhood seemed to swell. He heard a cough and opened his eyes.

Miss Stenton and Miss Turner stood there, their mouths open wide in astonishment. As the world seemed to swirl around Jamie, he didn’t notice the twinkle in his teacher’s eyes or the way in which Miss Stenton licked her lips. Though having never heard the old maxim, he wished at that moment that a hole would appear into which he could somehow disappear.

The tingling disappeared to be replaced with a dull throbbing; his rapidly shrinking penis and tight scrotum complaining strongly at being deprived of release once again.

The next ten minutes were a blur. Marched into the schoolroom and made to stand facing the wall, hands on his head, he was dimly aware of their conversation. It was clear however that he was to spend quite some time at Miss Stenton’s house over the next month. Christine’s disappointment at not witnessing a severe caning at close quarters was tempered when she heard Miss Turner’s suggestion. “I really think that Christine would like to help you a lot more you know.” Her mother nodded and smiled at her daughter knowingly. Christine blushed, aware of the delicious feeling emanating from between her legs. Oh yes, she would certainly help her mother take Jamie in hand!

Miss Turner’s decision not to immediately punish the boy was soon explained. “I already mentioned that John Slack, his headmaster is coming over for lunch tomorrow and I think I would like to have his opinion on the matter.” She paused and smiled at her friend. “However, whatever the outcome may be, I do hope you will deal with him as you see fit when he visits you. May I suggest that, for a start, it may be beneficial to keep him in the same state of dress as he has been this afternoon. That may go some way in impressing upon him the gravity of his situation.

Miss Stenton nodded, trying hard to hide her excitement. The boy was entering puberty and her friend was suggesting to keep his private parts in full view. She was already counting the days to when Jamie would be in her clutches. As for his state of dress? She smiled. Oh no. He would soon learn true humility. Not quite as soft as her daughters believed, she possessed an inner streak of cruelty that competed quite easily with that of her two daughters. Dear me! She looked at the boy’s pert buttocks and her hand twitched. Yes! Just you wait my lad!

Due to the lateness of the hour, Miss Stenton and her daughters thanked their host profusely and departed. Lizzie was almost in tears, though carefully hidden from her mother. “I did so want to see his bottom caned!” she whispered to her sister as they walked to the car. Christine hugged her. “Didn’t you listen?” she whispered back, excitedly. “He’s coming to our house next Tuesday.” She grinned. “Mother’s forgotten that she has to go to London on Wednesday. We’ll have him all to ourselves…the whole day!!” She hesitated. “She also said that I could be in charge of his schooling when she’s not there.” Her little sister walked to the car, her eyes wide with all the endless possibilities that lay ahead. Hmmm, poor little Jamie! She chuckled. There was a lot of unfinished business!

Waving goodbye to her friend and shutting the large oak door, Miss Turner went back upstairs. “Well Jamie. What do you have to say for yourself?”

The tears broke like an unblocked fountain and Jamie threw himself into her arms. Miss Turner was no fool. She knew full well what must have happened. She grinned. Jamie attempted to explain, his high pitched voice babbling away until Miss Turner motioned for him to stop. Yes, of course she knew the truth. She bit her lip. Only she wasn’t going to admit it to a young boy. Oh no!

“Okay, okay Jamie, calm down”, she whispered, hugging the distraught boy and patting his bare bottom. She thought quickly. She guessed that the lad had been tricked by the girls, and part of her revelled in the thought, but she also knew that she had to maintain the upper hand.

“Oh Jamie, Jamie, I know it’s difficult for boys to control themselves.! She glanced down at his limp penis. “Especially when they’re starting puberty.” She held him tight as his tears fell upon her . She spoke softly to him. “Listen Jamie, perhaps it wasn’t all your fault.” She felt his tears drop on her neck. “It’s been a long day, so I want you to go downstairs and eat your dinner. It’s on the kitchen table. Then come straight back and get in the bath, okay?”

Jamie looked at her, adoration in his eyes. “Thank you miss” he whispered.

Miss Turner ran the bath, trying hard not to laugh out loud. Boys! Like little machines! So easy to control. She thought hard. Yes, now was the time. Oh yes, definitely!

Bathtime for Jamie was not a lot different from the previous bathtimes, though, to be honest, Miss Turner did seem a little more gentle than usual. Standing up in the bath, Jamie waited for his teacher to soap him all over, her hands, as usual, taking their time to thoroughly soap his private little places.

Her soft fingers prodded and poked between his thighs, seeking out those areas she knew were the most erogenous parts, carefully teasing him without him knowing he was being teased.

“You know Jamie, perhaps we should have a little chat” she said, pulling a large towel around him. “Come on, out of the bath please.”

Jamie was tired. He leant against Miss Turner, ready to agree to whatever she might suggest.. Led into his bedroom, he yawned and allowed her to dry him all over, standing meekly in front of her, not even flinching as she ran the towel over his privates.

She glanced at the mirror. Yes, the cine camera was running. She could hear the faint humming noise as the reels turned.

Placing the towel on the floor, she patted his bottom. “Oh Jamie, whatever are we to do with you?” The boy looked at the ground. A mixture of emotions ran through him. Fear of what Mr Slack might say – or do, tomorrow. Embarrassment at what had occurred earlier. Nervousness and resignation at his visits to Miss Stenton next week and… ? He felt his teacher gently cup his little balls in her hand.

Miss Turner smiled. “You know Jamie, I’ve been thinking very carefully about your behaviour recently.” Her fingers nudged his soft drooping manhood. “I had a long talk with Miss Stenton about this.

“Jamie, puberty is a difficult time for a young boy. I think you found that out for yourself today.” Jamie couldn’t swear he understood what she was saying, but she spoke with such conviction that he merely nodded.

“Without guidance, a boy can make so many mistakes, get into all sorts of trouble.” Her grip on his little balls had tightened and her finger caressed the sides of his scrotum.

“Today I punished you for masturbating.” She smiled at his red face. “Yet this evening, you were doing it again, I…no..hush!” She placed a finger on his lips as he tried to explain about the girls.

“Yes, I know Jamie, but the fact is, at puberty, your testicles and your prostate are starting to produce a lot of fluid. You have erections more frequently than before. A boy’s natural instinct is to rub his penis.” She turned her head so he couldn’t see her smile. “The problems start when boys become obsessed with this. You saw yourself today all the trouble it can get you into.” Jamie nodded. He remembered the look that the girls had given him as they were leaving. He wasn’t looking forward to his visit next week!

She had him in her favourite position now, standing between her legs, facing the large mirror on the wall. Her left hand explored his firm young buttocks while her other hand caressed his balls. Slowly, his little manhood began to rise and she smiled.

“I’ll be honest with you Jamie.” Her fingers crept slowly towards his tight little anus. “After my conversation with Miss Stenton, I realised that we have been approaching this problem in the wrong way. We decided that what was unacceptable was not so much your youthful urges – after all, this is to be expected during puberty- but the way in which you dealt with them.”

Her finger found his bum-hole and probed it gently.

“It was Miss Stenton actually, who made convinced me that the problem we have here is that these episodes are not controlled.” She slid his foreskin past his glans and grinned. His penis was lengthening faster.

“Therefore, we decided that, rather than attempting to stop any masturbation outright, we should allow it to proceed, albeit under close supervision.” Jamie looked at her, puzzled.

Miss Turner sighed. “In other words, Jamie, from now on, I will be in charge of deciding when and how to milk you. Yes, that’s right Jamie. We call the process ‘milking’. I hope in this way, we will see no more of these ridiculous scenes today.”

The delicious things she was doing to his privates clouded his mind, but he thought he understood…if correct…that she was going to….

“I know that you will enjoy those few seconds when you orgasm, however, this is not being done for your gratification. These sessions will be treated in exactly the same way as your schoolwork! I expect you to co-operate and work just as hard as you do for your more academic subjects. In other words, it will become part of your syllabus and will be documented in the same way as your other work on puberty you’ve been doing.

Part of Jamie understood but rather more urgent matters were at hand. The tingling was starting again. But would she notice and… His teacher laughed. “Put your hands on your head please Jamie. I want them out of the way.”

Jamie’s penis had swollen to its full erect state and Miss Turner gazed at it in wonder. Unusual for a boy to be so well endowed this early in puberty, she thought. No doubt she’d notice a few pubic hairs springing up during the summer. At the moment however, his privates were as smooth as those of a five year old!

“Okay Jamie, you may ejaculate when you want” she whispered. Massaging his prostate with her left hand, she now used her right hand to bring him to the point of no return. Having always disliked the frantic rubbing that young boys generally used when masturbating, she preferred a much slower pace. More frustrating for the boy at first, they soon adapted and she believed it not only deepened the resulting orgasm, but also allowed her a greater degree of control, as well as reminding the boy of who exactly was in charge.

Chuckling silently, she delivered the ‘coup de grace’. With her thumb and forefinger slowly rubbing the boy’s rock hard penis, she used her little finger to tease the back of his scrotum.

The effect was immediate. Jamie’s body shook. She felt his buttocks clench tightly around her finger and his legs trembled. “M…miss…I…..I….Oh miss!” His high pitched voice echoed round the room. A large drop of semen suddenly hit the mirror. Miss Turner poked his prostate harder, anxious to milk the boy completely. Another drop appeared at the tip of his willy and trickled over her wrist.

“Good boy Jamie” she said, encouragingly. “Let it all come out!” Another drop appeared, but as Jamie’s penis started to soften, she knew he was spent. Still, she thought.. Not bad for such a young boy!

Seeing him start to move, she tapped his bottom. “No Jamie, you don’t move until I give you permission. Don’t forget what I said. I’m treating these milking sessions as part of your schoolwork now, and any inattentiveness will be punished!

The boy was exhausted and meekly stood still as she cleaned him. As she wiped the drop of semen off the mirror, she swiftly pressed the hidden switch to stop the camera. Now that was going to be a most interesting film!

“Okay Jamie, you may put on your pyjamas and visit the bathroom” she said at last. At least that would give her chance to take the film downstairs, she thought.

“From now on, these sessions will be during the daytime.” She paused. There were other things she had planned for him before bedtime. “The time between your bath and bedtime will be used for extra homework and for any disciplinary matters.”

Returning only ten minutes later, she found the boy fast asleep. He looked so angelic, so innocent. Oh well, he needed his sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a very busy day.