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Subject: {ASSM} The punishment due (Part I) ( mF, humil, X-dressing, tights, British school dinners )
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Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 03:10:02 -0500
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The punishment due
mF, humil, X-dressing, tights, British school dinners

(C) Jackson Malthus 2005

It was late afternoon and I had been a bad boy and told to report to 
Miss Savage's office to receive my punishment. As I walked down the 
corridor to the door of her office my stomach was in knots and my 
imagination running riot as I thought of what the next few hours would 
entail. I knocked on the door and waited.

Seconds seemed like hours before the door eventually opened and I caught 
a glimpse of Miss Savage. She was a good looking woman in her early 
thirties and her stern manner was at odds with her physical 
attractiveness. Although I was here for what should have been an 
unpleasant experience, her presence made me glad to be on the receiving 
end of whatever should enter her mind. Her hair was brown and tied at 
the back in a pony tail. She was wearing a tight white polo neck top 
which emphasised her slim waist and her mouth-watering breasts, and she 
was fashionably dressed in denim mini skirt, opaque black tights and 
brown knee high boots.

"Come in and sit down" she said with a look of utter disdain on her 
face. I closed the door behind me as she turned her back on me and 
walked to the window. She stared out at the trees outside and I took the 
seat opposite her desk.

"To be frank your exam results have been appalling this term. I know 
what you are capable of and it saddens me to see you waste your 
potential like this. The school works very hard to provide the 
foundation stone of an education for the pupils who will one day reach 
the very pinnacle in the professions, government, science and the arts. 
Yet at the same time some see fit to waste this opportunity and throw it 
all away.  This is not acceptable, not only do they damage their future 
prospects, they also damage the reputation of the school and...."

As she was talking my mind and my eyes drifted elsewhere. I could 
understand the general idea of what she was saying but my attention span 
was not long enough to digest the details. I stared at her back. She was 
not wearing a bra, that was obvious from the absence of bra straps 
showing through the clinging top.

She turned around and confirmed my theory as I could just make out the 
outline of her erect nipples poking through.

"I hope you are listening" she continued "Such arrogance on the part of 
pupils will not be tolerated. Pupils who embarrass me and my department 
will be punished, make no mistake, and the punishment shall fit the 
crime. I have called you to my office to ensure that you learn a lesson 
that will not be quickly forgotten."

She walked over to her desk and opened a drawer. Out of drawer she 
pulled a school sweater still in the polyethylene wrapper, and placed it 
on the desk. Next, a school shirt and then a tie. I didn't realise the 
significance of this until the next item, which turned out to be a 
school uniform skirt and following that a pair of tights.

What is she doing this for I asked myself. I guessed in a few moments 
she would expect me to don this schoolgirl's attire. It was clearly an 
attempt to embarrass and humiliate me, as a punishment for embarrassing 
her with my casual approach to my studies. In fact the idea was 
strangely arousing to me and I had often secretly imagined how it would 
look and feel to be dressed in the school's uniform for girls.

"I'm going out for five minutes. You will need some privacy while you 
change. When I come back make sure you're dressed in these clothes" she 
said before exiting through the door, locking it from the outside.

I took off all the clothes I was wearing and decided which of these 
clothes to put on first. I had never worn girls school uniform before so 
didn't know the correct order. I started with the tights as this seemed 
most logical.

The tights were black and thick, 70 denier, nylon lycra. I took the 
Marks and Spencer card off them and gathered up the legs. As I slipped 
my legs into them my penis suddenly became quite erect and my heart 
began pounding. I pulled them up to my belly and allowed my penis to 
remain upright and pressed against me to avoid an obvious bulge. The 
lycra in the tights gave my legs a sheen. That was always something that 
I had marvelled at when I saw girls wearing them.

Next I unwrapped the white blouse, took off the packaging around the 
neck and put it on. It was a bit tighter than normal, especially across 
the shoulders, being the girl's sizes, but it was not such a struggle. I 
fastened up buttons and then reached for the maroon skirt. I had never 
worn a skirt before so it was difficult to know which way round it went. 
The silky inner lining felt fantastic rubbing against my tights clad 
legs as I slipped it on.

Next I pulled on the maroon V neck sweater which was identical to the 
sweater I had just been wearing before, and following that I picked up 
the tie and walked over to the wash basin in the corner, above which a 
mirror was located. Looking into the mirror, I tied the school tie and 
thought about this bizarre situation. The top half of me looked quite 
normal, only the bottom half was like a typical schoolgirl. I stood on 
tip toes so I could look down on the reflection of my skirt and legs in 
the mirror. Beneath the skirt and tights my penis was rock hard as I 
loved and savoured every moment. I rubbed the front of the skirt and 
could feel the lining of the skirt rubbing against the tights and my 
erection. I put my hand down my tights and started to massage my penis, 
and at the tip I could feel a few droplets of pre cum wetting the inside 
the tights and seeping into the skirt's lining.

Click! Click!

A key was inserted into the lock on the door and I heard the lock turn. 
I pulled out my hand and started to tuck the blouse back into the skirt. 
Too late as Miss Savage entered the room. It was obvious she could guess 
what I had been doing.

"What in heaven's name are you doing? Self gratification, in my office 
of all places!" she exclaimed as she shut the door, and pointed towards 
my skirt. Looking down I could see there was the bulge.

She walked up to me, put her hand on the skirt and felt it. As she did 
it my erection grew even stronger. I could feel the warmth of my cock 
pressed against my belly, but the shock was from her touching me there. 
It was a combination of surprise and arousal. I could smell her scent 
and feel her breath on my face.

"You're a filthy animal. Clearly this is not sufficient as a punishment, 
I will have to take it one step further. Most boys are in tears and 
asking to go home at this point. However you seem to be treating this as 
some kind of opportunity for self abuse" she said.

She took her hand away from my skirt and reached into her handbag, 
pulled out her lipstick, and turned the cap. The colour was a shade of 
pink. I opened my mouth obediently and she coloured my lips. Next she 
pulled out some perfume and sprayed it on me, which just reminded me of 
her scent, and only served to reinforce my sexual arousal.

She turned and walked to the wardrobe in the far side of the room. From 
behind I could see her pony tail running down her back, her denim skirt 
with those beautiful buttocks underneath, and those legs encased in 
opaque black nylon just like mine. Our bodies must share the exact same 
sensations at this exact same point in time. I wanted to run up to her 
and feel her breasts from behind. Slip my hand up that sweater and just 
fondle them for one second, and kiss her neck, smell the scent of her 
hair. Lay her across the desk and push up the skirt and start to fuck 
like rampant animals, two rampant filthy animals. However this was just 
fantasy and would never be anything more than figments of my imagination.

She opened the wardrobe and crouched down. I could see the waistband of 
her black tights and the bare skin of the small of her back as the skirt 
rode down and the sweater rode upwards while she was rummaging in the 
wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of shoes. They were women's shoes.

"Put these on, but take care, they're mine" she said as she stood up 
straight and threw them to me. I caught them and looked at them. They 
were black leather with a small heel. At the outer side they had a 
buckle. I opened the buckle on each one and slipped my foot into one. It 
was a bit tight, but the adjustable strap enabled it to fit. I fastened 
it and put on the other one.

Standing on a heel was unnerving for the first time. There was a feeling 
of instability at first but when that was overcome, it became reasonably 
comfortable. It lifted my calf muscles and gave the leg a more feminine 
appearance. I looked down at my black nylon legs, the sunlight sheen 
glimmering and visible on my shins and knees. Beneath my tights my penis 
was still solid as a rock.

"It's 4:30 and I have a class. Wait here for the next half hour and I 
shall see to you afterwards. And don't let me catch you pleasuring 
yourself here again."

She collected a file and left the room, locking the door behind her. I 
walked over to the bookshelves. There were rows of books and CDs and I 
turned to the CD player. It had a CD in it, "Beethoven's 9th conducted 
by Leonard Bernstein at the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra". I pressed 
play and sat back in her chair waiting for the music to start. As the 
music started I looked over to the shelf and reached for the book 
labelled "Photo Album". Inside it contained many photos of a ballerina 
on stage and in training, which was instantly recognisable as Miss 
Savage. I didn't know she had trained as a classical ballerina, but it 
became clear how she managed to stay in shape and retain her poise and 
elegance.

I looked at one photo in particular, of her in training. She was 
standing at the bar with her torso tilted slightly backwards and her 
right arm raised. The reflection in the mirror showed the other side. 
She was wearing a blue leotard, white tights and pointe shoes. Through 
the leotard I could see the outlines of her nipples, and taking a closer 
look I could make out a patch of sweat in the right armpit. I so wanted 
to experience the scent of that sweat and to feel her sleek body and to 
put my hand inside her leotard and massage those nipples and then to 
work down to her pussy which I assumed must also have been moist with 
sweat. I started to massage my penis again and it was becoming too much. 
I put the album on the desk, and put my hand inside my tights to finish 
the job.

Click! Click! The lock was opened and Miss Savage entered, although I 
was oblivious thanks to the volume of the music. Only when I caught a 
glimpse out of the corner of my eye did I realise. I pulled my hand out 
quickly but it was futile, she is not stupid. I looked up at the clock. 5pm.

"Wanking again were we? I specifically instructed you not to wank in my 
office" she said as she walked over to the desk. She saw the album lying 
open there. "You were wanking over this picture of me, were you boy?"

I nodded. She walked behind the chair, leant down and put her hand on my 
skirt, feeling for the bulge underneath. When she found it she opened 
the waistband of my tights and put her hand inside and clasped my penis 
with a firm grip. I nearly ejaculated involuntarily as she did this.

"Thank you for the compliment" she replied. "But flattery will get you 
nowhere. You are being disciplined for poor academic progress and 
secondly for being caught wanking in my office twice. However I do not 
wish to be mean and I do not wish for you to be humiliated in front of 
your peers so I have reserved your punishment until after school hours. 
Now come along."

I followed her out of the room and into the corridor. It as after 5pm 
and the school was deserted. I didn't know where we were heading, but it 
was very unusual. It seemed to be in the general direction of the dining 
hall and school canteen. When we got to the canteen she unlocked the 
kitchen door. We walked in and she locked the door behind us.

The canteen was the usual set of stainless steel worktops surrounding 
the edges of the room. At one side was the serving area where food was 
served to the pupils. I could see some of the food was still in the 
serving trays. In the centre of the room was a worktop and towards the 
back was a refrigerator and cupboards containing what must have been the 
cooking ingredients. Near the exit was the wash basin for the crockery 
and next to that was a large cylindrical bin which I guessed must 
contain the waste stuff.

She pulled up a plastic chair. "Sit down here" she said.

I sat down, and crossed my legs, bedazzled by the sheen of the black 
nylon fabric caused by the fluorescent lights. I stared down at the prim 
leather shoes and rotated my ankle the way women do when they cross 
their legs and look at their feet.

"You're enjoying this aren't you boy? Being dressed as a schoolgirl and 
enjoying it, that's pretty depraved. You are unnatural, a pervert, a 
freak of nature" she said. I had to agree with her analysis. She 
continued "I will put an end to your pleasure and teach you a good hard 
lesson at the same time".

"Pull up the skirt, and pull open the waist band of your tights". I 
obeyed and looked down at my throbbing pulsating cock held captive by 
the shiny black nylon of my tights. "Now wait like that until your 
punishment is decided"

She walked over to the serving counter and stood there.
"Ip dip sky blue;
It is not going to be you;
Not because you're dirty;
Not because you're clean;
Because you are the fairy queen"
She pointed to each container with each word in the rhyme before 
stopping on the last one. "this one it is" she said as she pulled up 
that food container. I could not see what was inside it, but it must 
have been full because it was clearly a strain for Miss Savage to lift 
it. It was stainless steel cylindrical about a foot deep and a foot in 
circumference.

She walked back with the container and held it aloft above me for some 
seconds. Aiming the edge of it into my tights she started to pour. I 
didn't know what to expect as the container was slowly tilted, it seemed 
to take an age for the liquid to reach the brim. I looked up at it in 
anticipation and caught the first glimpse of the colour. Yellow. The 
custard landed in blobs on my belly just above my penis. Plop plop plop! 
The immediate sensation was of the coldness and the wetness of it, but 
in my mind the humiliation at the hands of Miss Savage was so thrilling. 
My erection grew stronger still in spite of the coldness. Slowly the 
liquid poured out and as it did, it trickled down and I could feel it 
cascading down the sides of my balls, and creating marvellous contrast 
of colours against the blackness of my tights. As they filled up to the 
waist band, they started to leak from the sides and trickle down the 
side of the skirt. All I could see above the surface was the throbbing 
tip of my penis.

"That's enough for now" she said and she tilted the container upright 
again. I closed the waist band and looked down at my bulging tights. 
With the pressure increased I could feel the cold liquid seeping into 
the legs. "Satisfied yet boy?" she asked sarcastically. In fact I was 
more aroused and more exhilarated than ever before. I shook my head. She 
lifted the container and moved it above to my head. I heard the plop 
plop plop of it falling on my head and felt the coldness through my 
hair. She shifted it down and it started to run onto my forehead and as 
I closed my eyes I could smell the vanilla as it cascaded down my face 
and onto the sweater below. I tasted the sweet vanilla custard in my 
mouth before she moved it to down to my sweater. It ran between my shirt 
and sweater and I could feel it seeping down my shirt against the skin 
on my chest. I slowly opened my eyes again and by this time the front of 
the sweater was totally covered. The pouring continued to the exterior 
of my skirt and when that was fully yellow, she continued with the right 
leg of my tights. As she poured it along and down my thigh the shiny 
yellow liquid dripped down and onto the left leg which was crossed 
beneath the right one. Between my legs it made a pooling in the middle. 
When she got to my right knee it trickled down onto my left knee and my 
left shin and I could feel it oozing into my left shoe. She continued 
down my right calf and onto the right shoe. I uncrossed my legs to allow 
her to fully cover the left leg.

She uprighted the container and placed it on the worktop. "There boy how 
did you find that?" she asked as she walked up to me. I looked down at 
myself, saw the yellow custard all over me, soaking through the clothes 
and dripping onto the floor. I remembered game shows where people were 
covered in all kinds of stuff, slime, mud, total humiliation. It had 
always given me a hard on to see girls on the receiving end, and there 
was some natural karmic justice that one day it would be me. 
Nevertheless the current moment was so arousing for me and my erect 
penis swam in a sea of custard kept in place by my tights.

Before I had time to answer, she pulled back the waistband of my tights 
and turned her head sideways to get a look. The head of my penis was 
visible above the custard. She extended her other hand and grabbed it 
beneath the surface of the custard and squeezed, sensing the unyielding 
hardness. "Still enjoying this aren't you boy" she said as she removed 
her hand. I nodded. She wiped the custard from her hand on my nylon 
covered thigh.

"You know boy, I do like the taste of custard." she said thoughtfully.

She reached down and opened the waist band of my tights again, and this 
time pulled it down further. More custard leaked out and down the side 
of my skirt and onto the seat below. I could see she had become careless 
as the custard was not on the wrist of her white top. She stepped 
between my legs which I widened to accommodate her, and I saw her kneel 
down on the custard splattered floor below. As she pulled my penis 
towards her and slowly opened her lips, I thanked whatever god in heaven 
had given me this moment.

She took my custard covered penis to her mouth and licked the custard 
off the tip. "Tastes nice, you see" she explained. At that point I could 
easily have unleashed my load in her face, if I hadn't mentally and 
physically prepared for it.  Her mouth opened fully and sucked on the 
head of my penis and with her tongue rubbed the underside of the head, 
and I was driven wild with stimulation. I looked down at her, custard 
oozing out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. Her top was 
splattered with custard from getting up close to me.

I reached down into my tights and grabbed a handful of custard, and then 
smeared it on her forehead and rubbed it in her hair. She laughed, made 
difficult by the presence of my penis in her mouth, and I could see from 
her eyes looking up at me that she was enjoying it. Moving down, I felt 
her left breast through the tight white top, nipple standing to 
attention. I massaged it and she moaned with pleasure. I smeared more 
custard on her face and she started to resemble myself. This was a 
distraction from the main event and I was growing less and less able to 
delay the inevitable.

She kept sucking and taking my shaft deeper and deeper. I grabbed the 
top of her pony tail and pulled her head forward. I was in up to the 
hilt and her nose and chin were dipping into the custard that surrounded 
my penis. I could sense the point of no return was upon me as I pulled 
her head back, such that my penis was withdrawn. She smiled and opened 
her mouth to receive my load. I took over wanking myself and stood up 
from the chair as it was difficult in that position. She repositioned 
her head in unison to ensure it would be a hit.

I looked down at her face, lit up in joyful anticipation, smeared with 
custard, dripping on to her top and the beautiful breasts beneath it. 
Like the longbowman, my arrow was ready to fly and I didn't have the 
strength to hold it back any longer. As my body orgasmed, I closed my 
eyes and a hot jet of cum found a home in her open mouth. I opened my 
eyes as my penis delivered another blast which hit below the eye, and 
started to dribble down her cheek. A third blast came which covered her 
forehead. As I continued wanking my spent penis, she smiled and 
swallowed. Using her hand she guided the remaining cum on her face to 
her tongue and took that in as well.

Eventually I stopped wanking and sat down, not out of tiredness but 
almost out of shock and bewilderment. She stood up. I examined her face 
covered in custard and cum. Her top and skirt were splattered from the 
custard and where my thighs had rubbed against her. I could see her 
nipples firm and erect through the fabric. Her black tights and boots 
were messy with custard from the floor which had run off me.

"Boy, from time to time, as human beings, we all make mistakes. I should 
never have abused and punished you in this humiliating fashion. I hope 
that you can forgive me for what I have done, and I will completely 
accept any form of punishment that you see fit."

I collected my thoughts and in my mind's eye, I made a plan.

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