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From: Leowulf <leowulf@softhome.nospam.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Open Arms (Fb gggbb, femdom, cd, mast, oral, slow)
Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 01:10:10 -0500
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Story:  Open Arms (Fb gggbb, femdom, cd, mast, oral, slow)

By Leowulf

Warning:  hot sex action involving kids.  Don't like it?  Don't read it!
Do not repost this except on ASSTR or usenet for free

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Open Arms

"Peter, don't forget your lunch!"

Sandra smiled as her seven year old boy came running back to the house.  
When she handed him the brown paper sack, the young mother took the 
opportunity to reach down and fondle Peter's privates through his jeans.  
"How does it feel, sport?"

Peter blushed.  He was so much happier lately, because of how nice Mommy 
was being to him, especially after last Friday.  But he was embarrassed 
at how she kept feeling him between his legs.  It was like she just 
discovered he had parts there.  But the smooth feeling from what he wore 
under his jeans made every time she touched him there feel like heaven.  
He sighed happily.  "Feels nice, Mommy!"

Sandra kept stroking her little boy's penis through his jeans.  She 
wanted to focus his attention on what she made him wear under his pants, 
and why.  "Who's Mommy's little gentleman?" she asked ingratiatingly.

"I am!" Peter responded happily.  He waited while Mommy adjusted his 
pants, so he would be comfortable now that his penis was getting big and 
stiff.  She always did things like that, making him comfortable and 
happy.  'She deserves a good boy!'  Peter thought.  He said aloud, and 
very seriously, "don't worry Mommy.  I'll be gentle!"

"I know, sport," Sandra said.  "Have fun!"  She gave her son a hug and 
sent him on his way with a pat on his behind.  'They'd better be gentle 
with you too,' she added silently.

Peter walked the four blocks to school by himself, because he was a big 
boy.  As he walked, the boy admired the pine trees and breathed the cold 
air that made him feel like an explorer.  And he enjoyed the slippery-
smooth feeling of the flower-petal soft underwear he wore under his 
jeans.  Mommy was so smart to think of putting him in panties.  They 
couldn't be seen by anyone, but he could always feel them there, 
reminding him to be gentle.

Just before he got to the crosswalk, he noticed Janie and Angela up 
ahead.  Angela was a fifth grader, very big and very strong.  Pete had 
the misfortune last friday to see just how strong she was.  Janie, of 
course, was in his class.  She was very helpful and he'd liked her a lot 
when school started.  But after last friday, he didn't know if he liked 
any girls. 

They had Angela's little brother Clarence firmly in tow.  Clarence was 
the smartest kid in Peter's school, and probably in the world.  Just 
seeing the three of them made his belly hurt.  Fortunately they didn't 
see him walking behind them.  Peter's penis, still hard from Mommy's 
rubbing him, shrank inside his panties.  He walked slower, not wanting to 
go to school anymore.

"How are you, Peter?"

The little boy looked up to see the smiling face of the crossing guard 
lady.  "I'm ok," he lied.  "How are how?"

He let the lady lead him across the street, listening to her complain 
about her rheumatism, liking the way her hair matched the gray of the sky 
above them.  Then she surprised him by squatting down by him and hugging 
him.  "Don't worry, Pete," she said, kissing his cheek.  "You'll be ok."

Pete was embarrassed, but the old lady's hug made him feel a little 
stronger and braver.  He strode purposefully to the big L shaped Frontier 
Elementary School.

Ms Carolyn's second grade was close to the front door.  That was good; 
there was not much time to chicken out if he only had to walk a few doors 
down.  Pete snuck into the room and put his lunch on the shelf with the 
others.  He studiously avoided Janie's suspicious glare and tried not to 
notice that Clarence and Simon were hiding from him on the other side of 
the girls.  Chip, good old Chip, came up to him.

"Hi Pete," he smiled.  "Feeling better?"

"Yeah, a little."  Pete thought about his new plan for behaving, wondered 
if he should tell Chip about it.  But there were some things one didn't 
tell other boys, even best friends.  But his teacher probably needed to 
know. "I'll be back Chip," he said.  "I've gotta talk to Ms Carolyn."

His teacher was kneeling next to one of the other kids, talking to him.  
She was always dressed nicely and she smelled good, like flowers.  Pete 
whispered in her ear that he needed to see her, alone.  Ms Carolyn gave 
Pete's classmate a big hug and whispered something in his ear that made 
him blush.  Then she let Pete lead her into the private room, between her 
classroom and the other second grade, Ms Katherine's, next door.  

"What is it, darling?"  Ms Carolyn was always so nice, even when Pete 
wasn't.  "Don't worry," she said when he was afraid to answer her.  
"It'll be alright.  I'm ready to hear whatever you have to say."

The seven year old didn't know any better way to tell her, so he just 
unzipped his jeans and let them fall to his ankles.  Standing there, 
wearing the frilly white panties Mommy put him in that morning, he said, 
"I won't hit any more.  Mommy and I decided that if I wear panties like a 
girl, they'll remind me to be gentle like a girl too."  He added for 
emphasis, "I'm gonna be gentle, Ms Carolyn."

"What a brave, noble young man you are!"  Ms Carolyn squatted down, 
hugging Pete tightly to her bosom.  Pete always loved how soft and bouncy 
she felt, and how she just hugged love into people.  "I'm very 
impressed!"  She added, and Pete blushed with pride.  

"Such a noble boy should know how much he pleases Ms Carolyn," his 
teacher said, and then she surprised him by rubbing his penis through his 
panties, making him all big and hard, like his Mommy did so often.  Her 
big, gentle fingers felt so good that Pete shivered from her rubbing.  Ms 
Carolyn hugged Pete to her big, bouncy breasts with one hand and kept 
rubbing his penis with the other. Then she pulled the boy's jeans back 
up.  Fastening them, she said.  "This can be just between us for now.  
Your classmates shouldn't need to see your pretty lace panties yet; they 
just need to see how they make you behave."

Smiling, feeling better about school than he had in a while, Pete 
followed his teacher back into the classroom.

But school didn't seem to feel better about Pete.  Good old Chip came to 
him and they walked together to their desk.  But when they got there, and 
Pete tried to say 'hi' to Clarence, Janie pulled the smart boy away from 
him and sat him down so that she stood between him and Pete.

"No hitting, Peter O'Claire!"  the girl said severely.  She got real 
close to him, so that he felt like backing up, except he was sitting.  
Looking down at him, she added.  "You hit my boyfriend again and I'll 
POUND you, understand little boy?"

"I'll be good."  Pete whispered.  His eyes filled with tears, the good 
feeling Ms Carolyn put in him shrank with his penis.

"You'd better be!"  Janie warned.

Peter was a very good boy indeed.  Ms Carolyn made it easy for him.  
Whenever she looked his way while she was teaching, she always favored 
him with her sweet smile that made his heart jump for joy.  She was 
careful to repeat things, even though nobody else in class needed that, 
just so he would learn better.  And when she asked questions, she called 
on him first whenever he raised his hand.

"You're in the zone, man!"  His friend Chip said to Pete at recess.  Pete 
wanted to tell him his secret.  The smooth panties were like Mommy's hand 
holding his private parts, reminding him to be good.

But he was kind of embarrassed about wearing girl clothes, so he just 
said, "It's cause I've got you for a friend.  You're Little John and I'm 
Robin Hood!"  They 'high fived' and Pete really felt like school could be 
fun.  On the way back, he actually ran, ready for whatever came next.

But what was next was math.  Math was, of course, the worst subject 
anyone could try to teach anyone.  Nobody could ever understand all of 
it, except Clarence the Genius.  And Simon was also so smart he could 
understand anything, even math.  Pete really tried to follow the lesson, 
but when time for questions came, he didn't get anything right.  Not even 
baby things that his sweet teacher asked just because she felt sorry for 
him.

Finally, the monster that was hiding in Pete revealed itself, just when 
he least expected it.  Ms Carolyn asked zero divided by five and Pete's 
hand shot up.  But instead of vindicating himself, he just made it clear 
how stupid he was.  

"Fifty!" came his confident reply, followed by giggles from the rest of 
the class, and probably the rest of the school.  But the worst part 
wasn't the laughing.

Chip, always nice Chip, gave him a sad look, raised his hand and said "0 
divided by 5 is 0, because 0 devided by anything is 0."

"Exactly," said Ms Carolyn.  "Now to further illustrate this maxim..."

But Pete didn't enjoy his teacher's use of big words or even notice them.  
All he knew was that he'd just shown everyone in the whole world how 
stupid he was, and Chip made it clear that what Pete didn't know was sooo 
easy!  Before he knew what he was doing, all the being angry at himself 
for being stupid came out at Chip.

"Ow!"  Chip landed on the floor, and everyone looked.  Even Ms Carolyn 
saw the awful thing Pete did.  He just hit the nicest kid in the world, 
and the only kid in class that really liked him!  Pete was the worst 
person in the whole world.

Pete got up and tried to run from the room, but Ms Carolyn caught him at 
the door.  She dragged him kicking and screaming back into the classroom 
and stood with him at the front.  Pete kept struggling and screaming into 
his teacher's soft bosom until he finally ran out of steam.

Ms Carolyn turned the weary, ashamed boy to face the class.  He caught a 
glance of her face as she did, and was surprised that she didn't look 
angry.  Pete was furious at himself; of course a smart person like Ms 
Carolyn should be even angrier.  But her eyes and even her voice was 
gentle as she spoke.

"Children," she began.  The class was silent, all eyes on Ms Carolyn and 
Pete the Monster.  "Hitting is very bad, never to be tolerated.  When a 
little boy hits others, he must be stopped."

The nice teacher sat down in front of the class and pulled the very sad 
Pete onto her lap.  As she started to remove his shoes, she continued.  
"Sometimes a boy will try to stop himself from hitting, or other children 
might try to stop him, but that might not work."  She took off his socks.  
"Mommies, and teachers, and other females can help a boy help himself."

"One way Mommies and other females help boys behave," Ms Carolyn got up 
and stood the boy on the chair.  "Is by spanking, or other discipline."  
Pete's heart was pounding.  He knew what his good, sweet teacher was 
going to do.  His behind already hurt just thinking about it.  Big baby 
tears started to trickle down his cheeks.

"Another way to help boys behave," Ms Caroline undid and pulled down the 
boy's jeans, revealing his frilly girl panties to the class.  "Is by 
changing how he sees himself, and how others see him."  There was a 
collective gasp from the class.

"Janie," the teacher nodded at the Clarence's girlfriend, "what do you 
see?"

"He's wearing panties," she said.  "Like a little girl!"

"No Janie," Ms Carolyn corrected.  "Not like a girl.  Girls here are big 
and must protect their boys, isn't that true?"  Janie, along with the 
rest of the class nodded.  "No, Pete's not a girl.  He's small and weak, 
like most boys; he doesn't protect, he needs protection."

"Then why does he hit?" asked Simon.

"Because he doesn't know the rules are different here," Ms Carolyn 
explained.  "He still thinks that boys are rough and tough and hit 
people."  She stroked Pete's naked legs and helped him step out of his 
jeans.  "He doesn't know that boys here are small and gentle."  The nice 
teacher hugged Peter, and he felt small and gentle.  "Like girls here are 
big and gentle.  So Pete's Mommy put him in panties, to remind him that 
he's really gentle, like he's always known girls to be."

"So they're like a traffic sign!" Chip chimed in.  Ms Polly, the class 
helper was holding him on her lap.  Pete was glad his friend didn't look 
upset from being hit.  "Like a 'Be Gentle' sign."

"That's right, Chip!"  Ms Carolyn smiled.  "But you can't see a traffic 
sign if it's covered, and Pete couldn't see his pretty lace panties under 
his big boy jeans."  Her soft hands emphasized her words as she stroked 
his panty-covered bottom.  "So he forgot to be gentle.  Can anyone think 
of a way he won't forget his panties again?"

Hesitantly, Pete raised his hand.  Ms Carolyn gently asked, "Yes, honey?"

"N-no jeans?" he ventured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, that's the solution!"  Janie said triumphantly.  "That way Pete 
and everyone else can see he's a little panty boy who can't hurt anyone!"

"Panty boy!"  the children in the class giggled and called out, "Little 
panty boy!"

"Enough, children!"  Ms Carolyn looked irritated for the first time that 
day.  She hugged Pete as she explained.  "If Pete here is a little panty 
boy, that doesn't mean we tease him!  On the contrary, we treat him more 
gently than other boys, because he needs gentleness.  Does that make 
sense?"

"Yes Ms Carolyn," her class said in unison.

So even though Ms Carolyn didn't spank Pete, she did keep him pantsless 
for the rest of the day.  The child understood then why Mommy always kept 
his pants off after she punished him.  He always felt so small and naked, 
and here he wasn't at home in front of Mommy, but at school in front of 
everyone, and not wearing his old undies that Mommy gave to Goodwill but 
lacey white panties.  Pete was feeling too small and vulnerable to want 
to be bad.

School was not too bad, either.  Pete was afraid it would be awful, 
because outside at lunch the older boys teased him about his frilly girl 
underwear.  But when the girls in his class saw he was in trouble, Janie 
and Rebecca took him aside quickly, and Rebecca even pushed one of the 
teasing boys down.  "From now on, little panty boy," Janie instructed 
him, "you'll have to sit with us girls so we can keep you safe."

It was so surprising to be invited to sit with the girls, because lately 
they looked at him like he was a wild animal.  "You come along too, 
Chocolate Chip," Rebecca said to Pete's always nice friend.  "Since 
you're little Pete's friend, we'll need to protect you too."

It was a relief that Janie and the other girls didn't look angry at him 
any more.  It made him feel kind of shy because they didn't talk to him 
much, only to each other about how to care for him, like he was a baby.  
But they were worlds nicer than before, and seemed really to care about 
him.  "No, little Peter," Susie corrected him when he tried to sit with 
them.  "Get on your knees!"  As she stroked his bottom through his 
panties she explained.  "We don't want you to get your pretty lace 
underthings dirty.  Besides," she added with a smile.  "Momma always said 
you males are better behaved on your knees."

Pete was happy to sit with Janie and Rebecca, even if it meant kneeeling 
on the hard, frozen grass, because it meant that he could at talk to 
Simon and Clarence.  Maybe some of their intellect would rub off on him.  
"Don't worry, Peter," advised the genius Clarence, "We'll help you learn 
arithmatic.  Perhaps lunch will become our study hour, like the big kids 
have."

Lunch was fun for Pete, even though he had to give his cupcakes to Janie 
and Rebecca, instead of sharing with Chip like he usually did.  "That was 
yummy, Panty Pete!" Said Janie.  "But you and Chocolate Chip need to give 
us our real treat now."

"Are you quite sure?"  Simon asked.  "I thought that's what boyfriends 
are for."

"No, silly!"  Susie hugged the smart boy and kissed him quiet.  "Mommy 
said that all boys, are meant to serve all girls."

"They should take off their coats first, Janie said.  "Oh! and little 
Chip, I want you to take your pants off too."  At his surprised gasp she 
added.  "Don't worry, little boy, we girls are here to protect you; we 
won't hurt you."

Always nice Chip didn't hesitate, and soon both Pete and his friend were 
in their underwear, kneeling on their coats in front of Janie and 
Rebecca.  The girls were wearing skirts, of course, and they slid their 
panties off.  Pete was a bit embarrassed because they weren't as lacy and 
frilly, as his ones.  'I'm dressed more girly than the girls,' he 
thought.

Neither Pete nor Chip had any practice making girls feel good, but the 
big, strong girls were so nice when they guided the boys under their 
skirts, that Pete didn't think of being afraid.  And when Pete didn't 
know what to do, Janie guided him with her hands and told him when to 
kiss her, and when to lick her instead.  Janie was sweet and gentle, like 
Ms Carolyn, even when she had to correct him.  

Pete's ears were muffled by Janie's legs, but he heard Rebecca tell Susie 
to help him and Chip feel good, to reward them for making the girls feel 
good.  Susie's fingers slid inside his panties and wrapped around his now 
stiff penis.  Her squeezing made Pete feel good, and made him want to 
keep pleasing Janie with his tongue even after he was tired.

Just as the bell rang to say they were done eating, Janie suddenly 
started shaking.  She wrapped her legs around Pete's head so tight it 
hurt, and she held her private parts against Pete so hard he couldn't 
breathe.  He guessed she was "coming," like Pete did when Mommy made him 
feel good, and he felt happy inside to make this nice, big girl feel that 
good.

Susie stopped rubbing Pete and instead helped him and Chip on with their 
coats.  "Chocolate Chip!"  She exclaimed.  "You and the little panty boy 
are both out of breath!"  The girls giggled at this, and Janie said Susie 
should clean the boys up. She took part of her blouse and wiped off the 
boys' faces, but there wasn't time for anything else.  "Come on, little 
boys," Susie commanded.  "Back to class!"

As they ran back to class, Pete noticed Susie hadn't taken time to help 
Chip on with his jeans.  His dark legs accentuated his white normal-boy 
underwear.  But Pete's always nice friend didn't complain.  As they sat 
at their desk, he just said, "Good lunch today!"  Both his penis and 
Pete's were still big and stiff, as Susie hadn't had time to make them 
"come," and they poked up Chip's normal-boy underpants and Pete's frilly 
lacy panties.  But somehow Pete wasn't embarrrassed.

As Ms Carolyn started talking about what it means to be a citizen, little 
Pete glanced around.  Both Rebecca and Janie looked so "radiant" (one of 
their vocabulary words), and that made him feel good.  Simon and Clarence 
smiled back when he looked at them, and that made him feel good also.  
The kids in his class didn't look angry at Pete, or afraid of him, and 
that made him feel best of all.

"So who can tell me which is biggest: county or state or federal?" asked 
Ms Carolyn.

"County?" Ventured Pete, who had not been paying attention, and the class 
giggled.  The seven year old blushed, embarrassed.

"Federal!" Susie behind him loudly corrected.  She reached forward and 
tousled Pete's hair.  "Silly little panty boy!" she said, fondly.

Clarence, looked at him past Janie's bulky body and shook his head in 
mock dismay.  "County indeed!" he said, and both he and Pete laughed.

Susie reached forward again and pulled the boy's chair back.  The girl 
who made his penis big and left it uncomfortable, and corrected him 
loudly when he was wrong and called him silly, hugged him to her soft 
chest and kissed the top of his head.  The seven year old decided then 
that he liked girls, even bossy ones, and didn't really mind when he was 
corrected.

And he loved school!

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