The Coopers Chapter 10
By Lee Davey
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copyright 2007 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 10 - Spelling Test from Hell
Thomas walked back along the school corridor with his two classmates John and Charlotte alongside him.
The hall was empty save for the three children who made their way back to their classroom. The three preteens were glad of the few moments of privacy they had, before they re-entered the noisy and crowded world of school in the 21st century.
Thomas caught sight of the reflections of the three of them as they passed the glass window of the empty head of years office.
Reflected in the window was the sight of three half nude children. The two boys clothed only in white formal shirts, and the girl in a blouse. The legs of all three were bare, any observers would have easily seen the pale cheeks of the two boys bottoms as the shirts lifted as they walked down the corridor.
Its not fair thought Thomas, not for the first time, not for the first time today in truth, as he looked in envy at the long concealing blouse tails which hid the more interesting parts of the girl. Thomas slowed his pace a little allowing Charlotte to move a little ahead of him and allowed his eyes to drift down to the hidden charms of the curvy bum of the 12 year old girl.
I wish I could get my hands on some of those Thomas wished wistfully. The interesting thing was perhaps for the first time in the annuals of horny little boys, Thomas was not looking in desire at the bum of the girl who's bum undulated as she strode along. Rather he was more interested in the extra long blouse she wore. The tails of which went all the way to her mid thighs. Given the length or shortness we should say of many girls skirts, Charlotte's blouse concealed as much as most girls normal attire, despite her half dressed state.
Reaching down with a hand he tugged futilely at his own shirt tails. Typical he grumbled I'm sure my Mum buys the smallest shortest shirts she possibly can. Thomas had cause for complaint his shirt at rest at best covered only half of his bottom, allowing anyone who wished to view his bottom crack. More importantly at least to Thomas they could also get a good peek at his small prick. Thomas was acutely self-conscious that despite being one of the older boys in the school his penis was little more impressive than those dangling between the legs of the schools 7 and 8 year olds; and the criminally short shirts he wore meant that his penis would wobble into view as his hips caused the shirt tails to raise. With a last futile tug at his shirt he gave up and resumed his watch on the gorgeous Charlotte's bum.
Thomas's mind drifted back to the 'Regime' assembly that the three had attended barely minutes before. He remembered that Miss Tomkin's had gotton the children attending to practice massaging each other. Much to his delight he had been paired with Charlotte, he could still feel the touch of the girls hands as she stroked his back, and he could feel the smoothness of her skin when he massaged her back. He felt his penis harden at these thoughts and immediately realised his mistake.
It was embarrassing enough to have to walk down the corridor with his penis peeking out from beneath his shirt, but to have his erect penis displayed proudly to all would be unbearable. To ease his discomfort he thought back to this mornings entertainment remembering the discomfiture of his younger brother Richard. Whereas Thomas had got to feel up Charlotte, Richard was paired with a new member of the class, a podgy 8 year old boy by the name Jason. Thomas could not help but laugh out loud, when he thought back to Miss Tomkin's command to Richard 'not to forget the dick and balls, when giving a massage', absolutely priceless he grinned remembering the horror on his brothers face.
"What are you laughing about?" Charlotte asked as she looked back at Thomas. A suspicious look on her face fearing that the laugh was at her expense.
"Nothing Charlotte" Thomas replied quickly, slightly afraid of the bigger girl and her uncertain temperament.
Sniffing in disdain at the boy with whom only minutes before she was performing intimately with she ignored him and stopping before the door to the three children's classroom turned the handle and opened the door.
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"Finally what has taken you so long. No don't explain we have a spelling test today and everyone's waiting" Mr York their teacher greeted them.
The three children used to the brusque tone of their teacher, they were more concerned at the smirking children all of whom stared at them from the banks of desks they sat by. Thomas shifted his shirt as much as possible trying to hide as much as he could.
"What's going on, its not like they haven't seen our bits before" John whispered into Thomas's ear.
"Take your seats then" Mr York continued and with a flourish pointed at the bank of 4 desks where the three normally sat.
Thomas gasped in shock and even the normally reserved Charlotte moaned at the sight before them. Instead of the normal plastic chairs they sat on they saw three black padded chairs. The remaining chair was normal, and its occupant a plain looking Indian girl smiled broadly and surreptitiously reached out and with a finger flicked the protruding prong of the nearest seat to her.
Of the three children only Thomas had seen these particular chairs before, but the other two had heard the stories. The chairs were padded but this extra comfort was offset by one huge matter. In each of the chairs there was a small prong, its positioning clearly indicating where these prongs would end up.
"Stop dilly dallying, sit children" Mr York smirked, looking at the faces of the three half naked children as they looked at their new chairs which had appeared in their absence, Mr York slapped his forehead as if he had suddenly recollected something, "Sorry, of course, we need to give you a good greasing first, don't we children?"
As the three children crept in under the mocking stares of the other children who were not yet subject to the new Regime, Mr York hefted a large 5 litre tub from behind his desk.
"You first Thomas" he ordered, "No don't come up here boy. Lets see as this is the first day, of many trust me, I think it would be instructive for the whole class to see how it is done, after all I may ask them to do it next time".
At this revelation the rest of the class audibly sniggered at Thomas's discomfiture.
"... and sooner or later all of them will be joining you later in the year" at this the class quieted and looks of fear passed over the 20 still clothed children who had forgotten that important point.
The class room comprised 6 banks of desks, each bank formed o 4 desks pushed together in a square. Mr York directed Thomas to the nearest bank and cupping one hand on Thomas's naked bottom heaved the boy up until he knelt on all fours on the desk staring face to face with a girl who smiled back at the red faced boy.
"This grease is very sticky and we wouldn't want to get any on your shirt, so Heather help young Thomas here take his shirt off while I get the rubber application glove ready."
At Mr York's command Heather the young girl seated in front of Thomas, stood up and unbuttoned the top three buttons of the shirt. In too much of a hurry to disrobe the boy this way she then took hold of the boys shirt tails and with a constant tug pulled the shirt over the head of Thomas leaving him completely nude.
Thomas's head tugged free of the shirt and came to rest inches from the neck of Heather, he smelt the perfumed soap that Heather must have used earlier that morning. Despite the fact that Thomas had seen more of the female form than men three times his age, the smell of this girls soap clean skin began to arouse him even more than the sight of Charlotte's tits and pussy he had seen earlier that day.
Realising that his tiny penis was once again hardening Thomas quickly dropped back to all fours to hide his signs of arousal from the girl and others.
Snap... The sound of latex snapping onto skin drew Thomas's attention back to his more immediate problems. Looking to one side he saw his teacher approach a bright elbow high yellow glove now covering his arm.
"Children gather round"
The children followed their teachers instruction, and with the sound of screeching chair legs a group of some 20 children gathered round in a loose semicircle around the protruding bottom of Thomas.
Satisfied at his audience Mr York began his lecture.
"As you can see Thomas here is in position for readying. The chairs that he and his counterparts will be using requires him to be prepared before use".
Mr York then bid two of the boys who stood nearest Thomas to pull his cheeks apart causing a shriek of pain as they pulled them apart exposing his anus to all.
"Not so hard you two, yes that's better" the two boys loosened their over enthusiastic grip allowing only the smallest bit of slack back into Thomas's bottom.
"This is a boys anus" a yellow clad finger brushed the offending hole causing an involuntary twitch. "As you can see it is very sensitive" the finger without warning flicked out smack onto the hole causing Thomas to gasp in surprised pain, "Before having a prong the size of the ones fitted to the Regime chairs up a hole such as this it needs to be greased, so that the prong can slip easily up into a child's hot little bum, Isn't that right Thomas?"
"Yes Sir" Thomas mumbled back.
The yellow clad finger dipped into the tub which stood next to Thomas bare right leg and scooped up a liberal thick glob of the grease. Mr York then proceeded to demonstrate how to ensure that every crevice both inside and outside of Thomas's bottom should be coated with the grease.
Finally satisfied with his work Mr York allowed Thomas to get off the table, as he stood he turned to face his classmates.
"OH my god he's got a stiffy, he must be a bumboy" Heather burst out seeing Thomas's less than impressive in size, but impressive in stiffness erection.
A gale of laughter issued forth from the other children as Thomas blushed bright red at his bodies betrayal.
"Are you sure Heather?" Mr York asked the laughing girl, "I can't see anything I would call an erection". The teacher reached out and began groping the balls and penis of Thomas with the yellow gloved hand, leaving a thin patina of grease over the dick of Thomas, before removing the hand and bidding Thomas to move over and stand behind his new chair. Thomas was glad that Mr York stopped his examination at that point as he began to feel the familiar feeling of his impending orgasm, which fortunately receded.
The process of lubing continued for Charlotte and John. Charlotte suffered the worst being the only girl. Mr York thought it would be a good idea to allow two of the boys to practice lubing a bumhole for the first time, and the curvy body of Charlotte was the unfortunate sacrifice. Charlotte began crying as she felt the fingers of the first boy began probing her hole, and crying begged Mr York to have him stop, a request that Mr York unsurprisingly declined.
A few minutes later three greased children stood to attention behind their new black chairs.
With a crooked finger Mr York bid Thomas to walk around and crouch over the black chair seat and its intimidating dildo.
With a resigned sigh lowered himself onto the prong. His first two attempts failing as the dildo skidded along his crevice and not into his oiled anus. The third attempt succeeded and Thomas felt his anal muscles open wide and accept the head of the dildo, with a shift of his legs Thomas felt himself slide down the length of the stubby dildo until his bottom rested firmly on the seat.
"No I'm not sure you did that right, try again" Mr York ordered a broad smile on his face, well aware of his lie.
Catching his complaint before he said it and opened himself up to punishment for disobedience, Thomas raised himself off the prong, feeling his anal muscles bend outwards as the prong slithered out of the boys bum. Again this time even more slowly Thomas sat back down once more, the dildo this time going in first time to the now open anus.
"No try again, I'm still not absolutely sure.."
Once more Thomas repeated this self torture, and then realised with a shudder what Mr York's evil game was. Thomas's painfully erect and aroused penis was responding to this anal stimulation. Mr York had felt the boys arousal with his own hand and was aware that the boy would cum without much more ado.
"Ooh, oooohh, I'm cumming Thomas moaned in horror as his penis twitched and spurted a small stream of sum over his penis.
Smiling in triumph at Thomas's abject humiliation Mr York walked to the boy and with a finger traced the sperm over the boys red and now softening small dick.
"Thomas Cooper you really are a 'bumboy' as our Heather says; no don't answer this is evidence enough" Mr York lifted his finger allowing the whole class to see the evidence of Thomas's misdemeanour to trickle down its length,
"We are not hear for you enjoyment boy, we are hear to learn. See me at break time Thomas, your botty and my hand are going to have words about your lack of self control" Mr York turned to the two other Regime children who watched warily from were they stood.
"OK John, Charlotte you too, take your seats and be quick about it, its time for the class spelling test".
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Thomas reached forward to pick up his pen, even this slight shift sent a sickening sensation to pulse through his bottom as the shaft of the small dildo up his anus, pressed against the side of his rectum.
Charlotte seeing the twinge cross Thomas face gave a small smile of comfort to Thomas, her own bottom pinioned to her chair, allowing her to appreciate the difficulty Thomas was having concentrate on the impending spelling test.
"Children as you know next week is this years SAT's which go towards the schools results. So today we will practice some basic spellings.
"Heather I want you to spell 'Colour' for me"
Heather dutifully spelled out the word. Mr York then went around the class giving each child in turn a word, praising the correct answers, and gently correcting the mistakes.
Thomas was unconcerned spelling was one of his favourite subjects and he knew that so far the teacher had not given a word he could not spell.
"Charlotte" Mr York finally got round to the four desks where Thomas sat, "your word is verisimilitude".
Charlotte's mouth opened and then closed, whilst she was easily the most physically developed of the children in the class, academically she was at best average, the word whatever it was beyond her*.
Knowing she was beaten she admitted defeat
"Silly girl, you had better do better on your next word" Mr York made a mark on the paper and front and then turned to Thomas.
Thomas and Mr York shared a look and Thomas knew that he was doomed, clearly neither this test or indeed Thomas's word to spell was going to be 'fair'.
"Thomas your word is Somatization"
Thomas blinked and determined to go down fighting began "S..O..M...E.."
"Wrong, I expected better from you boy, I expect that the spike in your bottom is blocking you brains up" Mr York snidely commented, laughing heartily at his own presumed cleverness, fed by the few titters that his remark elicited from the other children.
As the second round of the test continued Charlotte leaned over to Thomas and whispered, "Old Porky Yorky is giving us the hard words so we fail on purpose, I mean what does versimillli..., versimmmi, that word mean anyway?"
Before Thomas could reply that he knew full well what the teacher was talking about, John the third naked child, who for some reason had an easier word to spell than the other two piped up, "It means something having the appearance of truthfulness".
Charlotte and Thomas both looked in surprise at the naked boy. A boy who hitherto today had made hard work of walking and breathing at the same time.
"Well yes quite" Charlotte stumbled, "obviously it means that I was just saying that's all" who watched in sickened disbelief as John turned back to examining the contents of one of his ears with a none to clean fingernail.
Sharing a shrug with Thomas she turned her attention back to the test as Mr York turned to her.
"Charlotte your next word is fuliginous"
"I don't know" muttered Charlotte rolling her eyes at the teacher.
"Well then you can see me at break time when I will explain how to spell the word, and what happens when you take the tone with me young girl.
"Ah Thomas it's your turn is it?, lets see, yes, your word is deliquesce" Mr York looked at Thomas who was unsurprisingly less than certain of the spelling.
"Could you use it in a sentence Sir" he asked trying to gain sometime.
"Yes I could - I don't intend to, but I could" Mr York smiled back at Thomas.
"Tom it means to become liquid like in structure, oh and Charlotte fuliginous means sooty or smoky" John helpfully provided.
Charlotte leaned over a disgruntled look upon her face and hissed at John, "You're impressing no one you know..."
"Be fair Charlotte he is impressing the hell out of me" Thomas defended the surprisingly literate John. It won't stop me beating the crap out of him when I next get the opportunity, but impressive nonetheless. Realising that Mr York awaited an answer Thomas admitted his defeat.
"Well Thomas you can see me at break time as well then" the delighted teacher ordered his plan having worked.
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Fortunately for Thomas and Charlotte they did not have long to wait before the bell rang for break time.
Thomas watched the over children leave the room and make their way to the playground. In particular John watched John as he stood up an audible sigh of relief coming from him when the peg that had secured him to his seat plopped free from his anus. Thomas noted with macabre interest that John's little boyhole was still slightly open a few moments later when John bent over and picked up his shirt from the floor. His examination of his friends bum ended when he heard Mr York order him and Charlotte to come stand in front of his desk.
Thomas took hold of the desk and tried to lift his body straight up of the chair. Thomas knew it would be a mistake to allow the small dildo to catch and pull any one side of his anus. With a sucking sound he managed to finally free his sore hole from the chair, looking down he saw that his thighs still showed a thin covering of grease where it had dripped down from his crevice, his penis and testicles to showing signs of grease from where Mr York had examined him earlier.
Wincing slightly he made his way over to the desk and stood hands by his side, feeling a presence next to him he saw Charlotte come and stand next to him, her face like his showing the discomfort that having their anuses filled for over an hour had caused them.
Mr York pushed the papers he was marking to one side and looked up at the two children. "You two did very poorly at the test didn't you?"
"Yes Sir" Thomas replied believing compliance was best.
Charlotte despite being in the Regime for some time still had a streak of stubbornness in her was less willing to accept her teachers views unchallenged.
"It's not fair you gave us the hard words knowing no one in the class could possibly spell them, with the possible exception of John" she shot at the teacher.
A look of anger crossed the teacher's face, slamming his hands on the table he stormed to his feet, his face no inches from the two naked children, who flinched back in fear. Their fearful expressions changed to confusion as instead of another angry outburst, Mr York burst out laughing.
"You're quite correct Charlotte, of course you were meant to fail. You see Regime children can be punished physically when they fail at school" Mr York gave an evil grin and without taking his eyes from the two children he reached down and opened a desk drawer and drew from it a thick wooden paddle. The paddle perhaps 18 inches long was made of polished oak, and along its length a number of holes had been drilled.
Hefting the paddle he gently slapped the paddle down on his other palm, both Charlotte and Thomas blinked at the sight imagining the impact such a fearsome lump of wood would have on their defenceless bottoms.
"You see Charlotte once I heard that you and Thomas here had been signed up to the Regime, I went out and with my own money bought this, with the sole plan to use it repeatedly and hard upon you cute little caboose"
"But Sir, you can't just spank me - us, Charlotte waved a hand at Thomas, "just because we could not spell those words, that isn't fair" Charlotte whined.
"Fair?, life isn't fair Charlotte, and I'm even less fair - but your right it wouldn't be right to paddle you just for your bad spelling, however that is just an excuse you see" Mr York smiled and sat back turning the paddle back and forth before him a strange glint in his eyes.
"Why are you going to, you know, spank us then Sir" Thomas asked.
"Why? Do you remember last year Charlotte when you kindly gave me my new nickname" noting Charlotte's guilty expression he continued 'That's right girl I know who started the nickname of 'Porky Yorky', quite clever child rhyming Pork with York, how on earth did you come up with it" Mr York sarcastically explained. "And then there has been the past 3 years of disrespectful comments from the pair of you. You Charlotte seem to have the peculiar belief that you my equal. YOU ARE Not, you are just a little girl who should have been put over someone's knees a long time ago, and had you contrariness spanked out of you. "Er but I didn't start that name Sir, so there is no need to spank me is the Sir" Thomas wheedled, and tried to ignore the pointed look of angry betrayal that Charlotte shot his way.
"True, but I'm not going to paddle you for coming up with the name, I'm going to paddle you because you for the past 3 years on my class you have acted the fool, disrupted my lessons, and caused my classes to degenerate into chaos.
I has hoped to have the opportunity to discipline you for your behaviour. However it seems that following your entry into the Regime you have been perfect little angels. Which I suppose is a good thing.
The problem is children is that I am a shallow and small-minded wee grudge bearing bastard".
The two children's faces were a picture as they digested the fact that their past 3 years of misdemeanours were coming back to bite them on the arse, literally.
Enjoying the looks of realisation that dawned on the two children's faces Mr York placed the paddle he still held down on the desk and gave it a last loving pat. Rummaging around in the open desk drawer he picked up a small blue bound book. "This here is the Teachers Guide to physiological development and discipline. The new teachers bible. Lets see".
As Mr York flicked through the pages of the book Thomas and Charlotte exchanged a look.
Mr York having obviously located the passage he sought turned his attention back to the two waiting nude children who stood before him, "Page 14 - A teacher is expected to assist in the physiological development of any child subject to the Regime. The teacher should only undertake such activities as appropriate for the age and development of the child. Page 37 - A teacher is permitted to apply physical chastisement of any sort authorised in the Act to any child, where the teacher believes such discipline is required for the child's or society's benefit".
Having finished quoting the two passages he looked at Charlotte,
"You see Charlotte I CAN punish you and indeed require you to do any exercises I want. Indeed it's my duty as a caring and child centered child professional" the attempt of false piety that played across Mr York's face fooled neither of the two children as to what really motivated their teacher.
Still undeterred Charlotte protested "everyone will know that you only spanked us because you're ... You're a meany". Having delivered this Churchillian demolition of Mr York's legal and moral justification for his intended course of action, Charlotte closed her mouth setting her lips in a sullen pout.
"Ha, ha, ha" at this Mr York laughed outright and turned a couple more pages of the blue book, "A teacher exercising their duties under the Act and this guidance shall be deemed to be acting in 'good faith'. Where any individual claims that the teacher is acting not in accordance with the relevant legislative provisions, the onus on proving beyond reasonable doubt such allegations lays with the individual laying such charges. Where such allegations are found to be unproven the unproven claim will be held to be de jure and de facto slanderous, and prima facie evidence of an attempt to pervert the course of justice."
Seeing the looks of incomprehension on the faces of the two children Mr York's role as a teacher compelled him to educate his two charges.
He stood up and dropping the book once more picked up the paddle. He walked slowly around the desk and with his free hand traced the outline of Charlotte's spine down her back causing a shiver to run through her, he then gently cupped the cheeks of Thomas bottom giving a gentle squeeze.
"What that means children is that in law I am not only allowed but expected to spank you. It also means that anyone who alleges that I am being a... Meany... Could well and up going to a juvenile detention centre, and do you know what happens to children who go to such places?; after all if anyone asked the other children in the class they would simply say that I took you to one side because of your poor performance in lessons" As he said this he reached between Charlotte's thighs and trailed a finger along the length of her pussy lips.
Despite the torture of the tickling finger Charlotte went cold. Whilst she had no real idea what indeed went on in such places, she had heard enough stories not to risk such a fate. Charlotte managed to issue a 'sorry' from between her lips, her apology echoed by Thomas.
Looking back and forth between the two children, Mr York's already broad smile spread yet further. He removed his hands from Charlottes nether lips and pushed her down over the desk her bare breast crushed into the polished wood, her pert bottom now poking out. He repeated the process with Thomas, his hand lingering over the child's penis and balls as the teacher cupped them and allowed them to hang free over the edge of the desk.
Satisfied that the two children's bottoms were perfectly placed he addressed the two naked backsides.
"I know why don't we make a little game of this. What I will do is give each of you one stroke at a time. The first one of you who cries 'uncle' as they say wins.
Wins what I hear you say, why they win the right to give me a nice blowjob, and all in the name of developmental exercises of course, after all as a teacher my sole concern is your education" he ended with a smirk watching in amused delight at the look of horror that both Charlotte and Thomas shared between themselves at the thought of having to suck the ugly middle aged teacher sitting before them.
Whisssshhh, Crackkk - Charlotte's lips parted and a little whoosh of breath escaped her lips, as Mr York delivered the first blow catching her by surprise. Even Thomas who's bottom unlike Charlotte's was still white flinched at blow.
Winding his arm up Mr York delivered a hard blow to Thomas's protruding bottom. As the paddle bounced back off the boys resilient flesh Mr York watched curiously. The first thing his eye noted was the boys small penis and testicles which still swayed back and forth, the next thing he noted was the raising of a few round pink splotches where the holes of the paddle had landed.
"Well children that was the first of many, remember first one to give in loses" Mr York chuckled as he prepared to deliver another spank to the bottoms in front of him.
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Thomas was in agony his bottom a huge ball of fire. He had lost count of the spanks he had received certainly over 15 he thought. Looking to his side he watched the tear stained face of Charlotte as Mr York delivered yet another blow, despite the tears rolling down her eyes and the shrill shriek as her blow impacted on her bottom she refused to give in. At that moment Thomas knew hate for the first time. Not surprisingly at Mr York who was the man paddling his backside black and blue, but rather at the pretty girl laying next to him who just wouldn't get up.
Cracck, smassh, for a moement the blow failed to register with Thomas, then a scream of agony raced through his mind, his lips though just hissed incapable of comprehending the pain.
Ooops thought Mr York as he looked at the blow he had just landed. He knew it landed a bit low right between the bum and thighs, painful enough he knew, without the fact that his paddle had also accidentally clipped the swaying balls of the boy. Fortunately only grazing them, assessed Mr York in relief realising that had he damaged the boy in such a way, he would have been the one risking jail, new rules or not.
"Stop, stop no more cried Thomas rolling off the desk and curling up in a ball as the pain ebbed and flowed through him.
Mr York bit his lip and wandered what to do. He was not an evil man and had not wanted to hurt the child so much. He knew however that he had to make a point with these two or risk ill discipline in the class. He decided that regardless of his misplaced blow he had to carry his discipline through to the bitter end.
"Well it seems that we have a winner" he prodded the red and sore bottom of Charlotte with a bony finger, causing a little moan, and then looking down at the boy who was slowly recovering his composure, "...and a loser".
"Well Thomas it seems that you will get the chance to practice your oral skills. GET UP, he prodded Thomas, who sniffling slowly and painfully raised himself to his feet. "I'm not an unreasonable man Thomas you may have a couple of minutes to compose yourself" he offered the boy, then a delicious thought crossed his mind, "After all that will give Charlotte here a few minutes to get my penis nice and hard for you boy".
Charlotte looked back over her shoulder in horror, "but Sir you said only the loser would you know do that to you..." Her little voice trailed off.
"True, but teaching children about helping one another is also an important lesson" he chided the young girl.
He walked over to his chair and loosened his belt and allowed his trousers to fall to his knees. A pair of off white boxers quickly followed. Charlotte shuddered, Mr York was a pasty skinned middle aged man. His displayed legs were pale white and bristled with black hairs. His average sized penis lay matted against the thick pubic hair that covered the teachers groin.
At a crook of the teachers finger she crept around the desk and knelt before the seated teacher. Her face now inches from the target a slight smell of stale sweat and urine almost causing her to gag. A shuffling sound of feat caused her to turn her head as Thomas now stood as directed next to the seated teacher, who casually fondled the boys sore penis.
"Well Charlotte get it nice and hard so that Thomas can finish it off then" Mr York ordered in a strangely breathless voice.
Repressing a shudder she leant forward and with just the tip of her tongue licked the uncircumcised tip of the mans penis. Rolling around her tongue around the shaft in a manner that her father had taught her she left a trail of shiny saliva to mark her tongues path. Whilst Charlotte despised Mr York for the way he was treating her, she was proud of her oral talents and was determined to show her skills.
Thus, Mr York's hand clipped the back of her head causing her to jerk back in surprise.
"Good grief girl have you never given oral sex before?" Mr York asked.
"But Daddy says that I am good at it" Charlotte replied a hurt twang to her voice, "and Miss Tomkin's says my oral skills are at a 9th grade level".
"Well obviously both your father and Miss Tomkin's are easily pleased. Now I want you to put a bit of effort into it , form a circle of your lips around the shaft and suck deeply, don't nibble the damn thing girl" Mr York ordered as he reinserted his penis and placing his hands on either side of her head began to force his still soft penis into Charlotte's reluctant mouth with a sawing motion.
Thomas looked at Mr York with contempt. He knew that despite the teachers pretensions of 'developing' Charlotte's skills, he obviously knew little about the subject. Miss Tomkin's only yesterday gave a tutorial on oral manipulation and rightly stressed the need to slowly lick and fondle a penis during oral sex rather than suck it down like a sausage. Mr York may know a lot about the English language but clearly he is inexperienced is the subject of sex. Thomas stopped, thunderstruck at this thought. He knew more about sex and on how to treat a girl than this old man!!! Thomas hated the new Regime which seemed purposively designed to humiliate him, but was there actually some good to it?
Thomas watched the red distressed look on Charlotte's face as the teachers penis finally hardened in her mouth, and began bruising the insides of her cheeks as he thrusted inexpertly. With a casual push of his hands Mr York forced the girl back onto her heals, the teachers erect penis bobbing and slick with saliva, as Charlotte began sucking in big gulps of air.
Thomas's new found appreciation for the Regime quickly foundered as he saw the look on Mr York's face as he beckoned Thomas over to replace the kneeling girl in front of him.
Kneeling now inches from the red and angry looking penis Thomas came to the conclusion that the fact that he would in due course be able to pleasure his future wife (yuck he thought instinctively), was too small a prize to make up for having to have that horrid thing in his mouth.
"Well what are you waiting for Thomas. Remember I want you to perform your duties better than Charlotte managed" at these words Charlotte stared sullenly at her feet.
Thomas looked at the penis. It was larger than his cousins he thought, but smaller than his fathers, well thinner certainly. Seeing Mr York raise his hand Thomas quickly bobbed his mouth down over the penis.
The smell of the sweaty teachers flesh and the taste of Charlotte's still lingering saliva almost caused him to gag. He thought back to the advice his mother gave him as she made him and his siblings practice blowjobs on plastic dildos in the frontroom "Whenever taking a penis in your mouth remember three things, 1) the penis in your mouth is the most important thing in your life, 2) concentrate your attentions on the head of the penis which holds the most nerve endings, and 3) NO teeth."
As he remembered the third point he had the strong desire to bite down hard. Fortunately for Thomas and even more so for Mr York, Thomas bruised and sore bottom vetoed the idea.
Determined to end this as soon as possible Thomas sucked hard on the head of Mr York's penis, ensuring that his lips compressed the glans of the teachers exposed penis.
Whereas Thomas's eyes were closed in a vain attempt of Thomas's to believe it was the penis of one of his brothers or his fathers, Charlotte's eyes were watching the entire scene.
She clinically noted the increased breathing and flushing in the face of Mr York, as Thomas continued his obscene bobbing blowjob. She knew from her Regime lessons with Miss Tomkin's "...remember children you should never be taken by surprise, keeping a close eye on the physical reactions of your partner will enable you to gauge their state of arousal and slow down if you wish to extend their pleasure...".
Thomas clearly did not want to extend Mr York's pleasure observed Charlotte as the boy if anything increased his tempo.
CRREEAAAAK Charlottes head snapped to her left at the sound of the classroom door being opened wide. The sound of giggling and laughing children entering the room, as her classmates returned to the lesson following the end of break time.
Thomas head snapped back in horror as he heard the sounds of his classmates re-entering the classroom. The cock between his lips slipping from his mouth.
"Arh,ahh yes" exclaimed Mr York, the slit at the end of his penis flaring wide sending a spurting stream of thick cum straight into the horrified face of Thomas, a second stronger stream arcing up leaving a trail of white cum over Thomas's hair.
Finally spent Mr York quickly pulled his shorts and trousers up as the children stared on in amazement at the scene. These children who were as yet unfamiliar with the Regime had never seen such a scene before. The sight of a grown mans penis unfamiliar and to some frightening; the sight of a cum faced boy equally unfamiliar but more hilarious than scary.
"Take your seats children" Mr York addressed the gaggle of children as they stared at Thomas and now redressed teacher, "children I have just finished developing Charlotte and Thomas here, for their mistakes earlier in the spelling test".
The children looked unsure they knew only a little about the 'Regime' as until now the Regime children had been 'developed' quite separately. They knew know that this Regime was coming, and things were changing. Some of the less foresighted of the children had bullied and teased the Regime children for being nude etc. Even the most obtuse of these bullies were quiet as they watched a trail of slime drip down Thomas cheek and fall to the floor. After all they all knew that soon the Regime would be compulsory for all children.
Hayley an elfin child who looked younger than her 12 years as the children now silently filed in and resumed their seats raised her hand.
"Yes Hayley" Mr York asked.
"Sir, what is that stuff all over Thomas's face?" She enquired.
A small giggle broke out amongst some of the more knowledgeable children which was quickly stopped by a stern look from Mr York.
"You mean you don't know Hayley?" Mr York asked to which Hayley nodded, "Well why don't we get Thomas here to explain it to you, Thomas come stand in front of the class and answer Hayley's question" Mr York smiled and leant back in his chair as Thomas shuffled to the front of the class his face still bearing mute testimony to his earlier fate.
Staring at the young girl and his other classmates Thomas coughed and began "well this stuff on my face is called cum, it comes from a man's..."
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* Beyond the authors as well if I"m honest, but fortunately I have a dictionary, and neither Thomas or Charlotte had an orifice left to conceal such an item in.
