Perverts 'R' Us

School Of Hard Knocks

By Cuckold Wimp John

 (b/F, M/b,b,M/F, pedo., pre-teen, humiliation, wife-slut, bisexuality, whipping, panty fetish)

 

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When I arrived home from my office that memorable Friday evening, some three months ago, I was looking forward to a nice dinner and quiet night with my wife and son. Such was not to be the case, I soon found out.

"What's on the stove?" I asked my wife of 12 years as I entered our kitchen and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm starving."

"Nothing, darling, " Laura replied, a look of discontent on her lovely face. "Tommy got himself in trouble today at school, and we have to go to his principal's home tonight to clear it up."

"Tonight? His principal's home?!" I said, somewhat confused. "What on earth are you talking about, honey? Why do we have to go to this man's home? And at night?"

"First of all, Bob," she began to explain, "it's not a man, it's a woman. Tommy's principal is a woman - Mrs. Evans, remember? We met her once at a PTA meeting a few months ago."

"Oh, yeah, that's right," I said, as my memory kicked in. "Well, still, why are we going to her home, and why at night?"

"It's a bit difficult to explain," Laura sighed long and deep. "Sit down, dear, and I shall try to relate this whole thing to you, okay?"

I nodded and took a seat at our kitchen table. My wife took one across from me.

"It seems our mischievous son has the hots for a little girl in his class, darling. At any rate, during the girls gym class this morning, Tommy snuck into the locker room and stole the girls panties from her locker while she and the other girls were showering. He got caught red-handed by the gym coach and sent to the principal's office."

A slight smile swept across my face at the thought of our cute blond haired boy suddenly becoming a panty thief. My wife saw my smile and didn't like it one bit.

"It's not funny, Bob," she frowned. "Mrs. Evans was going to expel Tommy."

"For what?" I cut in, "For stealing some fourth grader's panties?!"

"Yes," my wife informed me, "for exactly that! And for also using them to jerk off in, which is precisely what he was doing when the girls gym coach nabbed him."

"No shit?!" I exclaimed. So, I thought to myself, the kid is already jerking off at age 10, hm? Damn, that's pretty good, I pondered as my wife stared at me with curiosity evident in her eyes, wondering what I was thinking.

"Well...?" my wife finally spoke out.

"Uh, sorry, honey, I was just lost in thought there for a minute."

"Anyway, Mrs. Evans offered us a choice. She telephoned me and said that she could either expel Tommy, which would be terribly embarrassing for him and us if word got around of just why he was expelled, or we could consent to home discipline, as she put it, and the matter would then be put at rest."

"Home discipline? What exactly does that consist of?"

"I'm not quite sure," Laura replied. "But I agreed to it anyway. It certainly seemed the better of the two choices, don't you think?"

"Hm, well, yes, I suppose so, " I muttered. "What time do we have to be there?"

"Seven o'clock," my wife informed me.

"Damn, it's six now," I said, glancing at the clock above the stove. "I need to grab a quick shower and maybe have a quick sandwich or something, okay?"

"Well, hurry it up. I have Mrs. Evans' address and it's about 15 minutes from here, so you don't have a lot of time, babe."

"Where's Tommy now?" I asked, rising from my chair.

"In his room, getting ready, I suppose, or maybe he's jerking off again, hm?" she said with sarcasm.

"Like father, like son," I laughed, but my pretty wife did not at all appreciate my remark. I could hear her scoffing as I left the kitchen and headed upstairs to our bedroom.

I didn't say much to Tommy on the way to his principal's home. I didn't want to embarrass the kid any further than he probably already had been by the gym coach, principal and my wife.

He was a pretty god kid for the most part, I was thinking as we drove along in silence, Tommy crouched down in the back seat of the car, probably worried and a bit afraid of what might be in store for him at the home of his principal. He was a super looking boy, with wavy golden blond hair and comely bright blue eyes, just like his mother, and slim and trim in the body department, just like me. I actually thought what he did, or at least was accused of doing, was rather humorous, but obviously my wife and others did not see it that way.

When we arrived at the designated address I was surprised to see that it was such a large home. It was an older house, set way back from the spacious front yard, and it looked like it contained many, many rooms from what I could observe from the street. It was set on a quiet block and the houses were far apart from one another. A little spooky, I thought, but nice nonetheless.

I parked the car, locked it, and the three of us headed up the long walkway to the entrance. My wife pressed the doorbell and a long minute later it was answered by a raven haired beauty of about 35, fully clad in shiny black leather from neck to feet. She was even wearing black leather gloves. She looked like something out of an S&M ad, I was thinking as she greeted us. I wondered if my wife was as surprised by her outfit as I was. Could this be the same Mrs. Evans we had met at that PTA meeting a while back?

"Come in,"she smiled, shaking first Laura's hand, then mine with her gloved right hand. "I'm Dana Evans, Tommy's principal. I believe I met you both at the last PTA meeting, yes?"

"Yes, that's true, " my wife said. I remained silent, as did Tommy. He was sort of cowering behind me.

Mrs. Evans escorted us down a long hardwood hallway, then stopped in front of a closed door to our right. She opened the door, switched on a light, and told Tommy to wit inside the room.

"You wait here, Tommy," she said to our son. "I have to talk a bit with your parents, then I will come and fetch you for your punishment."

Tommy nodded uneasily, then stepped inside the room and the leather clad principal closed the door. Laura and I were then ushered into a small room to the left. It was about the size of a large walk-in closet and had a plush red leather love seat facing a red velvet curtain. There were no windows in the small room and the wood paneled walls were bare.

Dana Evans motioned for us to be seated in the love seat, which was extremely comfortable, I noted. She stood in font of us and began to speak.

"This is the viewing room," she said, waving her hands. "Once that curtain is pulled back, you will be able to see what takes place in the punishment room. There are speakers in the corner," she went on, indicting them now with another wave of her hands. "They are turned off right now, but I will of course turn them on shortly. My husband Bill and I are firm believers in child discipline. Bill is a professor at the university, and is also an experienced disciplinarian, especially with children, and he is right now, in fact, disciplining a fifth and sixth grader on the other side of the curtain. You will be able to see it all once I lift the curtain. That curtain covers a window, similar to what you may have seen on television if you watch cop shows. What I mean is, you two will be able to see out but no one can see in. All that those inside the punishment room see, if they look at that window, is a mirror. Understand?"

Laura and I both nodded that we did, then she continued.

"What Tommy did today is inexcusable. But he is usually a good boy, so I decided to give him a break. Now, if you two are willing to give me consent to punish him here tonight, the matter will be forgotten entirely, and that will be that. Are you in agreement?"

"Yes, Mrs. Evans," my wife swiftly assented. "And we want you to know that we appreciate your giving us this choice rather than expelling Tommy."

"Wait a minute," I cut in. "Just what does this, uh, punishment consist of, Mrs. Evans?"

"You'll see soon enough, " she smiled. "Belive me, when it's over, I doubt that your little Tommy will be stealing any more panties."

"Well, all right then, " I mumbled, still not really sure about this, but not wanting to upset Laura any further either, who obviously was in acquiescence of this situation.

"Good," Dana Evans said, still smiling. "Enjoy the view."

Then she flipped a couple of switches on a chrome plated panel on the wall and hurriedly left the room, closing the door behind her.

A few seconds later the red velvet curtain rose and I was aghast at what I saw! Two young boys, maybe a year or so older than Tommy, were on their hands and knees, side by side, totally naked. Both of then were having their bare asses dealt with by a man in a black lather shirt and tight black leather pants. This man, who I assumed to be Dana Evans' husband, was whipping the boys behinds with a cruel looking instrument which appeared to be about four feet in length and made of bamboo. Just then the speakers in our room came to life and we could hear the swishing sound of the device the man was flailing these boys with as it sliced through the air and finally came to rest painfully on the two boys' bottoms.

Both boys were wailing and whimpering, and I could see tears streaming down the one boy's face as he was being flogged by the man. As if this wasn't enough of a shock to witness, my eyes also caught sight of three adults in that room. There was a woman, about the same age as my wife, 33 or thereabouts, very attractive, with long flowing brown hair, brown eyes, and a splendid looking body, which was easy to see since all she was wearing was a blue bra and matching bikini styled panties. She was seated in a brown leather chair, her eyes fixed on the sight of the two boys having their asses flogged some fifteen feet away from her.

Alongside of her, seated together in a love seat, somewhat similar to the one that Laura and I were presently sharing, was a man and a woman, who I guessed to be married to one another. They were perhaps a bit older than the panty and bra attired woman, and not very good looking. These two were dressed though. Well, sort of! The woman, a brunette, whose one good feature seemed to be her huge tits, was donned in a tight pink dress and she wore glasses. She had her left hand tucked up under the hem of her dress and it was obvious she was toying with her cunt as she witnessed the two boys being so brutally punished. Her husband, a pot bellied, semi-bald man, had on a sport shirt and slacks, but the slacks were draped about his ankles and he was busily stroking his fat,stubby hard cock with his right hand and wiping his brow with his left as he too watched the two boys being whipped.

I nudged my wife with my elbow. "What the fuck is this?!" I snarled.

"Shhhh," my wife whispered. Her eyes were glued to the scene, much like those three people in the punishment room.

"Think you'll be getting to school on time from now on, Steven?" I heard the dark haired man with the cane saying as he landed still another blow on one of the youngster's reddening ass cheeks.

"Owwww, yes, sir!" the boy screamed out, his ass jumping from the crisp strike.

"How about you, Edward?" Mr. Evans shouted, placing a harsh smack on the second youth's upturned cute ass.

"Owwwww! Ohhhh! Yes, sir! Yes, sir!," the boy cried. His young ass was even redder than his pal's now.

The man finally stopped flogging the two lads and stepped over in front of the bra and panty wearing lady.

"You know, Mrs. Miller, it's as much your fault as it is your son's that he's constantly tardy. My wife tells me you apparently don't wake Edward up in time in the mornings. Is that true?" Evans inquired with a most authoritative tone of voice.

"Well ..., " the woman said squeamishly, now beginning to wiggle uncomfortably in her chair. "I -- I sometimes oversleep, you see, because my alarm doesn't always work properly, Mr. Evans, but I ..."

"Get a new one then!" he bellowed, interrupting her.

Then he appeared to study her, looking her up and down sternly as she squirmed even more in her seat.

"I think perhaps you should be punished also, " Evans said to her. Then he looked behind him at her son, who was still sobbing and now rubbing his battered ass with both hands. "What do you think, Edward? Do you agree with me that your mom needs some discipline, too?"

"Uh .. yes, sir," the boy whimpered, obviously afraid not to agree with his principal's husband.

"Well, see there, Mrs. Miller. Even your own son thinks you deserve some punishment for not seeing to it that he arrives at school on time."

"But, sir, I don't want any punishment!" she said in a pleading voice. "I thought this was strictly for the children."

"Not always," Evans smirked, now taking hold of her hand. "Let's get on with it. I want you down on your hands and knees now, just like your son was. And get those panties lowered!"

Mr. Evans pulled the unwilling woman to her feet and she stood there in shame and embarrassment as the married couple to her left and the two naked boys feasted their eyes on her. She stood there, quivering and ashamed, and not making any move towards lowering her panties as her hand hung down limply at her sides.

"Are you going to lower those panties or not, Mrs. Miller?", Evans questioned impatiently.

The woman shook her head from side to side.

"Very well, " Evans stated. "Edward, how would you like to lower your mom's panties so that I can give her the whipping she deserves?"

The kid turned his head and a smile flashed through his tears.

"Yes, sir, I would like to do that," the boy said.

"Good, then get over here and do it!"

The boy came over on his knees and looked up an his mother and grinned widely. Then he placed the fingers of his small hands on both sides of her powder blue panties and began tugging the flimsy garment downward. When they came to rest around her ankles, Edward took a long and hard look at his mom's nicely trimmed brown bush with hungry eyes.

"Step out of the panties, Mrs, Miller," Evans ordered. And the trembling woman obeyed.

"On your hands and knees now, " Evans directed, giving her a slight push. "And raise that sexy ass of your's up. I want a clear shot at it when I whip you."

"Oh, man,I can't wait to see this!" I heard the semi-bald man say to his wife over the speaker. He was still intensely jerking on his prick.

Mrs. Miller got into the desired position wanted by Mr. Evans and the flogging began. He lashed her hard and without mercy, striking her upturned luscious ass and shapely thighs with skill and dedication ,and she screamed beautifully after each blow had landed.

Both my wife and I were now breathing rather hard and a hard-on was beginning to emerge in my pants. I counted 10 lashes in all before Evans halted the assault.

"God damn, this is really something!" I said hotly to my wife.

"Mmmm, yes!" she sighed, and I saw her legs rubbing together out of the corner of my right eye.

"Edward, " Evans said now, "how would you like to place a few lashes on your mother's sexy ass, hm? After all, it's really her fault you've been tardy so often."

"May I, sir?" the kid beamed happily, as he accepted the harsh cane from Evans.

"Yes, you may," Evans confirmed. "Go ahead, whip your mom's beautiful ass. Give it to hear hard, too, understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the boy said, his cute face beaming. I noticed too that the kid now had a hard-on, as did the other boy.

"Holy shit, Sarah," I heard the pot bellied man say now to his wife. "The kid is gonna' whip his mom! Hot damn!"

His wife just moaned and stuffed another finger up her snatch.

The Miller boy gave his mom quite a wonderful beating, whacking her lush ass, thighs and even her exposed pussy a number of times as his stiff young cock stood out proudly throughout the ordeal.

Mrs. Miller screamed and wailed in pain and anguish at the attack and was bawling like a baby by the time Evans put a stop to it and took the cane back from Edward Miller.

"I notice you've got quite a hard-on there, Edward, " Evans said to the boy. "How'd you like to stick it in your mom's cunt, hm?"

"For real, sir?!" the kid chirped in delight, not believing he was hearing correctly what Evans had just said.

"Yes, Edward, for real," Evans assured him. "You ever had any pussy before, son?"

"No, sir," the kid said. "I'm only 11 and I just started jerking off a few months ago."

"Well, what better way for a boy to start off, hm? Just think, son, you can always look back later in life and recall fondly that your very first piece of ass was none other than your own mother. Not many boys can say that, I don't think, do you?"

"No, sir, Mr. Evans, I don't suppose so," Edward replied.

"Well, let's get to it then, my boy. Get down here behind her and I'll help guide you in, although her cunt looks pretty wet so I don't think you'll have any problem getting in it. From the looks of it, Edward, it would seem that your mom got rather juiced up from the nice whippings we gave her, wouldn't you say?"

"Looks that way, sir," the boy said in agreement. Then he crouched down behind his mother's curvaceous ass and Evans took hold of Edward's erect cock and pumped it a few times while the youngster swooned in contentment.

"Holy snake shit!" the chubby man said to his wife, taking his hand off his cock long enough to poke his finger fucking wife in her rib cage. "Look at that, Sarah! The kid's gonna' fuck his own mother!"

"Will you shut the fuck up, Harold?!" his wife scowled. "I have eyes too, you know! I can see what's going on. This isn't a fucking football game! I don't need you to give me a play by play description every two minutes!"

The man looked distraught, but finally shut up and went back to stroking his dick as his wife continued tossing herself off.

I was wondering where Tommy and Dan Evans were at, but didn't give it any more thought as I watched in awe as Mr. Evans slid Edward's cock up inside his mother's juicy twat and the kid began fucking her with inexperienced thrusts. Mrs, Miller, still sobbing noticeably at the shame now of being fucked by her 11 year old son, more than the pain of the whippings she'd received, began to involuntarily rotate her hips and her charming ass began to sway slightly as her son fucked her faster.

"How's if feel, Edward?" Evans asked the boy, reaching now under the kid's cute ass and cupping his fine youthful set of balls with his left hand as the pre-teen fucked away at his mom's hot cunt.

"Good, sir!" the kid panted. "Real good!"

"I think your mother's starting to like it too, Edward," Evans said in a husky voice as he slipped a finger up the youth's ass hole. "I'm going to fuck your adorable little ass hole with my finger while you hammer away at your slutty mother's joy box, okay? It will help you fuck her better with my finger up your butt hole."

"Yeah, okay, sir," the kid blurted out, grimacing just a bit as he felt the invasion of Evans' finger in his rear tunnel.

"Keep fucking her, Edward, " Evans encouraged the kid. "Fuck her good. "I know your parents are divorced, so she probably hasn't had any cock in quite a while. Maybe if you fuck her good enough, you can make her your very own whore, hm? Wouldn't that be nice?" Evans added, sliding another finger up the kid's shit chute and squeezing Edward's small nuts endearingly.

"Oh yeah! Fuck, yeah, that would be great, sir!" The boy wailed, fucking his mom now with hard pumps as she moaned and gasped sensually.

"Jesus, " I sighed. "I've got to take my dick out, babe," I said to my wife, who already had her skirt hiked up to her waist and was rubbing her panty covered crotch area vigorously.

I unzipped my pants and released my hard cock just as Edwrad sent off his load up his mother's moist pussy. Mrs. Miller then climaxed too and so did my wife!

Edward's mom's enchanting body shook and swayed as she let go with a fierce orgasm, and her long painted fingernails dug into the rug beneath her as she came. Her gleeful son disengaged from her cunt and slapped her red ass hard with his hand.

"You're my whore now, mom," he boasted to her, and the defeated attractive mother just nodded agreeably in disgrace. "And you better start getting me up in time for school from now on, you fucking bitch, or I'll whip your ass even harder than I did tonight, understood?"

Mrs. Miller again nodded her head affirmatively.

"That's telling her, Edward," Evans said to the boy, still fucking the lad's anus with busy fingers and using his other hand to toy with the kid's elegant balls.

"Holy elephant piss!" Harold stammered, "The kid's gonna' make his mother his whore, Sarah! Can you believe that?!"

"Can you believe THIS, you fat bastard!" his wife responded, removing her hand from her cunt and rubbing it all over her husband's face zestfully.

"Jesus Christ, Sarah, what's wrong with you?" fat Harold complained as he tried unsuccessfully to wipe off the sticky mess from his face with the back of his left hand.

"You can get up now, Mrs. Miller, and go back to your chair. But leave your panties where they are on the floor," Evans told her.

Evans then withdrew both hands from Edward's balls and ass hole and stood up. He unfastened the belt to his leather pants and unzipped his fly. He lowered the pants and we all caught sight of his capacious semi-hard shaft. He wore no underwear.

"Nice cock, huh, honey?" I said to my wife as I squeezed my dick tightly in my fist.

"Mmm, yes," she said softly, still playing with herself heatedly. "It's beautiful."

"Time for the rest of your punishment, boys," Evans said to Edward and Steven. "One of you is going to have to take my ten inch cock up your ass and the other will have to be sucked off by me. Now, who wants which?"

Both juveniles readily opted for the sucking off part, quite expectedly.

"Well, boys, I think I am going to have to settle this myself, since you two can't seem to agree on this matter, " Evans told them, as he started to stroke his admirable cock to full hardness. "Now, since Edward just came, I don't think I'd get much to suck on with his dick, so I think Steven will be the one I suck off and Edward will the one taking my hard prick up his ass."

Steven smiled blissfully, while Edward pouted in disparity.

"Okay, Edward, get down on your hands and knees, "Evans instructed. Then Evans got in place directly behind the kid's sexy young ass."Steven, you sit on Edward's back, facing me, and put your legs on either side of your little buddy here, so that I can reach your hard-on with my mouth while I give Edward's eye-filling ass a good, sound fucking."

"Yes, sir," Steven said obligingly, climbing aboard his friend's back and getting into the position required of him by Mr. Evans.

Edward, being the bigger of the two boys, was able to withstand the weight of his smaller friend on his back without too much discomfort. Evans parted Edward's ass cheeks with skilled hands and a minute later he plunged into the kid's rectum with a powerful single thrust. The kid let out with a scream that almost caused me to cover my ears when Evans rammed it up his ass, then screamed even more as the man began to low his tight ass hole with well timed thrusts, going up in the youth clear to his heavy sperm filled balls.

Evans then lowered his head between young Steven's outstretched legs and took the kid's hard cock inside the warm confines of his mouth. He sucked lavishly on the boy's dick while keeping his pumping well coordinated inside the other scamp's ass hole. Both boys were now moaning joyously, and I noticed that Edward was no longer screaming out in protest of the violation of his rear entrance. Instead, he was now moving his hips in rhythm to the thrusts of Evans' splendid cock and mewing softly as he at last accepted the glorious fucking he was getting.

My aching cock was leaking pre-cum and my wife was panting like a beaver in heat as we witnessed the three way homosexual entanglement. Evans was fucking the youngster's ass ever so beautifully and he looked to be an expert cock sucker too from what I could tell. I not time at all young Steven let out with a bleating sound and began to empty his boy seed inside Evans hungry mouth. Evans accepted the load with joy, swallowing every drop of it, then kissing the boy's balls afterwards. Then he shot off his own wad, sending jets of hot semen up Edward's tormented ass hole, causing the kid to rock forward and gasp in ecstasy.

"Holy horse cum!" Harold cried out once more, "Mr. Evans just swallowed our son's load, Sarah!"

His wife ignored him this time, crying out in pleasure and lust as she finally reached an orgasm via her fingers.

Mr. Evans pulled out of Edward's abused ass and rose. He stepped over alongside of Mrs. Miller and said to her, "Clean me, bitch. Cleanse my cock of your son's anal slime with your mouth."

Laura and I watched with open mouths and bated breath as the woman lowered her head, opened her mouth, and began sucking the shit stained prick of Mr. Evans dutifully.

It was then that Laura and I saw the door to the punishment room open, and watched as Tommy, Mrs. Evans, and a very pretty blond haired girl of about 10 years of age, entered the punishment chamber. Mrs. Evans was still dressed in her black leather outfit, but Tommy was almost nude, except for the pair of pink little girl cotton panties he now had on. The blond girl was wearing only panties also, but her's were made of leather!