Disciplining Young Gentlemen

Melissa could see, if not feel, Anthony's hurt feelings. She looked up at him with her best twinkling baby blue eyes and whispered, "You're not mad at me, are you, Anthony?"

No boy can ever resist when a girl looks at him that way, and certainly not when she is softly stroking his cock. In any case, he knew she had to do it. It wasn't like she really wanted to do it. Miss Harding had told her to do it. "Well, I don't know," he said.

Melissa smiled flirtatiously up at him, and then leaned forward to give him lots and lots of sweet, affectionate baby kisses all over his stiff penis. It's always good to kiss and make up. Anthony did appreciate that, and he patted Melissa's head as she kissed and kissed and kissed his penis, letting her know that, as far as he was concerned, all was forgiven.

As Mr. Stratton proceeded on down the aisle, Miss Pepperidge returned her attention to the young gentleman, Benjamin. She could no longer see Eric's stiff naked cock, his back and bare bottom now facing her, but it was still difficult for her to ignore him, his presence, or at least the fact that he was proceeding down an aisle of students' desks to present his naked stiff cock to all of the girls in the class. She really wished that she had asserted herself more forcefully when Tracy offered to suck Mr. Stratton's cock. She could have used her position, her authority, as a professor to have the rightful responsibility, the duty and honor, to suck on the professor's cock. And, it didn't help that she could hear the spanking, stroking, and giggling of the girls that were now enjoying his company, his body. She tried to block out the image in her mind, and the sounds in her ears, by devoting herself more fully, more forcefully, to the young cock that she did at least have at hand.

She leaned in tight against Benjamin, pressing her breasts against his side, gripping his cock tightly, jerking her fist up and down his dick while she fingered her cunt beneath her dress. She wondered if perhaps any of the boys could tell that she was fingering herself, right in front of the class. Just the thought of that though was in fact a little exciting, as long as they didn't turn her in to Miss Harding, as Melody had done to Eric. But, then again, would that be so bad? Perhaps then Mr. Peters, or better yet, Eric, would have to punish her.

Miss Harding could see that Miss Pepperidge had returned to the task of Benjamin with due vigor and strength, and she was pleased to see that. This young professor might indeed become a very excellent practitioner of the New School method. She smiled with pride as she watched the pretty Miss Pepperidge jerk the boy off.

Melissa had by now stopped her pecking kisses on Anthony's cock. She could tell that he was getting close again, and she didn't want to embarrass him. Plus, she kind of wanted to keep doing this as long as possible. She was, however, lightly sliding the tips of her fingers all around his shiny swollen bulb. Anthony squirmed with delight, his balls pulling in tight against him.

Mr. Stratton worked his way down the aisle. He moved rather quickly, as none of the boys wanted to take a turn. Only one of them was really looking forward to the opportunity, Jeremy Milford, and all of the kids in the class knew why. He smiled with delight at the thought of getting a chance at the professor's cock. But, he was actually a long way away, and Mr. Stratton knew full well that it was very unlikely that he would even make it past the first aisle.

Tammie Monroe was a particularly good treat. She had very round, bulbous boobs, twinkling green eyes, curly blonde hair, and a gay smile, but most importantly she was very interested in the professor's penis. She quickly took to the task with evident enthusiasm, pulling him, and especially his cock, up closer to her, to her face, to her lips.

But, she didn't actually put him in her mouth. She instead just smiled flirtatiously up to him, all the while vigorously stroking his cock. She said, teasingly, "You're not going to squirt all your big manly cum on me, are you Professor Stratton?" She pursed her lips and opened her mouth teasingly.

He might very well do that, if she kept that up.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Mr. Stratton lurched at the smacks on his butt, and grimaced at the sound of the girls giggling behind him. He wondered if he might have a turn disciplining some of these young ladies. Perhaps he could discuss this later with Mr. Peters?

"Give him a good spanking," Tammie ordered. "I think the professor is about to be a very, very bad boy."

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Tammie's hand felt so nice sliding up and down his cock, the head of his penis now thoroughly lubricated by precum, the foreskin rapidly sliding on and off, like soft, wet lips massaging and caressing the so very sensitive nerve endings that flooded his fully engorged crown. He fucked her hand as she stroked his cock.

"Oh, you want to cum so, so bad, don't you, Professor," she teased, "and I bet a big, powerful man like you must have lots and lots and lots of tasty, thick, warm stuff."

Yes, it was clear he wasn't going to get past the first row. He would indeed have a very nice load for this girl.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"I've never tasted a man's cum, before, Mr. Stratton," Tammie continued. "I bet it's extra special thick and gooey." She had actually tasted quite a bit, but she knew that boys liked to hear that theirs would be the first load in her mouth.

"That's enough, now," Miss Harding instructed, her left hand softly, quietly, fondling Benjamin's taut naked bottom. She could see that Professor Stratton was unlikely to make it around the entire class, and that was a bit disappointing. No boy ever did make it all the way around, but she would have hoped that a professor would have more stamina, would be able to lead by example. But, perhaps it was understandable, given Mr. Stratton's lack of experience with the New School methods. "You should proceed to the next girl, Mr. Stratton."

With considerable reluctance he did as he was instructed. His sense of embarrassment over having to expose himself to the girls (and boys) within the class had diminished as his sexual arousal, his lust, increased. It had at first seemed intimidating, if not humiliating, and perhaps it still was. He certainly wouldn't want his male colleagues at Longwood witnessing this, but it wasn't too often that a row of pretty girls, all dressed in the lovely, innocent Templeton uniforms, took turns handling, fondling, and stroking your cock. There was something particularly appealing about having a sweet, innocent looking girl, dressed in a white blouse, black tie, and plaid skirt, gently slide her soft little hand up and down your dick, and this was a whole class of pretty girls. It was girl, after girl, after girl, each one using her own unique style to inspect, handle, and arouse him.

The next girl, Heather, even used her mouth on him. A few minutes ago Mr. Stratton had just been hoping that Melody might touch his erection through his pants, and now this girl, Heather, was leaning out of her chair to wrap her young, sweet lips around his dick, and this was clearly a girl who knew what to do.

Heather did indeed enjoy sucking cock. She was a graduate of Innocent High, a rather controversial high school known for its questionable mores, the title of the school notwithstanding. She moaned with pleasure at the taste of his manly soft crown in her mouth, and she gleefully went after it with her tongue, flicking the tip, the pee slit, with the tip of her tongue as she massaged the shaft and bulb with her lips, swirling the cock head around and around in her mouth.

Mr. Stratton didn't even mind when the girl behind him began to once again paddle his butt. It was perhaps a bit embarrassing, perhaps a bit demeaning, but it was also kind of playful. This girl behind him, whomever it was, wasn't so rough as the first one and, besides, her spanking gave him an excuse to thrust his cock in and out of Heather's mouth, as if he was simply trying to avoid, innocently responding to, the slaps on his butt.

Benjamin could feel himself getting close again, for what seemed like perhaps the umpteenth time. His legs began to feel weak, his knees beginning to buckle, and he reached around Miss Pepperidge and Miss Harding to steady himself but, in fact, perhaps quite instinctively, quite naturally, he grabbed the two lovely teachers on their assess, gripping through their skirts their soft, round, full, lady buttocks.

Miss Harding gleefully accepted Benjamin's hand, squeezing in response his own ass as well, but Miss Pepperidge gasped and flinched at the intimate touch, the feel, and then the grip of the young boy's hand on her tush. This probably wasn't proper student decorum within a classroom, having one of the boys grab hold of your butt. But, perhaps a bit of discretion was tolerable when you're pumping hard on the young man's stiff, thick, bull cock.

The students didn't really know where to look, whether at the paddling and sucking of Mr. Stratton, the jerking off of Benjamin, or Melissa's little personal play with Anthony. Tracy though knew where her eyes preferred to gaze. Her eyes were fixed on the fully engorged purple head of Benjamin that was pointing right at her, like a thrusting cannon whose plugged end was inflamed with lit powder that was bursting to explode.

"Alright, Mr. Stratton," Miss Harding again instructed, "move on now."

The cock of Mr. Stratton popped from Heather's mouth as she released him for the next girl, Melody. He was back to the scene of his crime.

Melody cringed. Unlike Tammie and Heather, she was not particularly interested in inspecting Mr. Stratton's cock. But, she was not a bad student. She wasn't the best student in the class, Tracy outstripped her in that regard. Still, though, she would do her assignments. At times begrudgingly, but they would still be done. She reached out for the professor's erect cock.

It wasn't clear why. Perhaps it was the fact that he had been so close a few times already, perhaps it was because he had never been stroked and licked by a series of pretty girls before, or perhaps it was because this was the girl who turned him in, who was shocked by the sight of his erection, even when hidden by his pants, and now it was right out there, jutting out naked from his body, pointing directly at her, and she had to wrap her little girlish fingers around it. And, perhaps no explanation was really necessary. In any case, Mr. Stratton released his load as soon as the Melody's fingers wrapped around the shaft.

A large stream of hot, wet, sloppy spunk shot from his knob and splatted across Melody's blouse, leaving a long wet rope of cum from her collar, across a boob, and all the way down to her plaid skirt.

"Mr. Stratton!" Melody once again squealed, but this time for a different reason. Well, not that much different, but certainly different in one important respect.

Mr. Stratton sighed with relief, satisfaction, and orgasmic delight as he watched his dick jerk and spew its stuff onto the pretty girl's clean, white blouse. It seemed so very appropriate that she would be the one to receive his gunk, as she was the one who turned him in. What goes around, cums around.

At the sound of Melody's squeal, Miss Pepperidge looked toward the back of the class. She could see only Mr. Stratton's naked butt. Regrettably, she couldn't see his dick, but she could see the gushing of his spunk onto the girl's white blouse and skirt. She felt a sudden surge of warmth, of heat, course through her own loins, through her body, her mind. Her legs went weak as her own orgasm swept her away, her knees wobbling, her body trembling, as she used one hand to squeeze her clit while she used the other to squeeze hard on Benjamin's cock, for balance as well as for pleasure, and he then lurched over, but this time not in pain. This time in a lustful climax, his own cock blasting forth the damned reservoir of choked gism. It shot from his cannon with tremendous force, jerking free from Miss Pepperidge's control as she let go to cover her face, to hide the tell-tale signs of blissful ecstacy engulfing her glazed eyes.

"Miss Harding!" Tracy gasped as she felt the wet, sticky slop splat on her cheek, followed by a rapid series of further spits and spats of slimy, slippery sludge gushing forth from Benjamin's cock. Benjamin had quite a large amount of cum. After all, he was an adolescent with big balls, coupled with the fact that Miss Harding and Miss Pepperidge had been cooking up quite a load for some time, and now it all came blasting forth. Benjamin's cock jerked and twitched like a machine gun out of control, spewing sloppy, wet bullets all over Tracy's face.

Tracy didn't know what to do. She had never seen a guy cum before, let alone have him cum on her face. Her first instinct was to cover herself, to protect herself, but she knew that Miss Harding would probably not approve, and so she squeezed her eyes shut, grimaced, and politely, obediently, took the boy's sticky, sloppy spray full in the face, feeling with dismay, fright, and, yes, excitement, as her forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, and even eyes, were soon drenched in goopy gobs of gism.

The other girls' and boys' heads quickly turned left and right, not wanting to miss the sight of Benjamin and Mr. Stratton spurting out their stuff onto the two pretty girls.

Melody had let go of Mr. Stratton's cock as soon as his first load splashed across her blouse. She was a good student, but not as good as Tracy, and she did try to protect herself, bringing up her hands to block the globs, ropes, and streams of cum from raining down on her new tie and neatly pressed blouse. She didn't really want to go to the next class with her blouse all covered in wet cum stains.

But, as soon as the first spats hit her hands she also realized that she didn't really want the professor cumming on her hands, her bare skin. What was really worse: getting your clothes wet, or having sticky globs of cum all tangled in your fingers in a slimy mess. "Miss Harding!" she squealed again, pulling away her hands and leaning back in a useless, ineffective, effort to avoid the crude oil that gushed from the deep shaft that reached down into Mr. Stratton's thick, full balls.

Neither Benjamin nor Mr. Stratton did anything to help the girls. On the contrary, their eyes glazed over in lust and pleasure, not only with the intense, base fundamental bliss of their physical orgasms, but as well with the sight of their dousing of the two girls. They couldn't explain it, but cumming onto a girl, onto her blouse or face, was so, so, so much more satisfying than just squirting into a rag.

Benjamin, though, did miss Tracy with one shot, the lone white wad flying down the aisle an impressive distance, perhaps a classroom record, the girls on either side leaning defensively away as it went past.

Anthony yearned to join them, but again felt it would only, once again, demonstrate clearly his inadequacy relative to Benjamin, and the professor. He didn't have nearly that much cum. Girls naturally compare guys. He could tell that when he was swimming. Girls would admire the muscles on the other guys, and only smile in sympathy, or in amusement, when they looked at him. He couldn't imagine how much worse it would be to just squirt a little puddle, compared to the buckets of Benjamin. As much as he wanted to cum, physically, he wasn't at all sure, psychologically.

"C'mon," Melissa whispered, gripping tighter on Anthony's cock, increasing the pace of her stroking, soft fingers, "I bet you can squirt a lot farther than that."

Actually, that might be true. No, actually, that would be true. He never came that much but he could squirt pretty far. He had even measured it once. He looked down at Melissa, who was now sliding her fingers around and around his swollen bulb, while softly massaging and squeezing his balls with her other hand, being careful not to disturb the flag but still providing considerable stimulation.

"Miss Harding won't mind. You'll be giving the flag a one gun salute."

And with that suggestion to again demonstrate his respect for the Templeton flag, Anthony's cock lurched. Melissa quickly grabbed hold and aimed her rifle. "Hold it, hold it," she whispered, like a rifleman waiting for the very last possible moment to pull the trip, urging Anthony to provide one last bit of restraint, of self-control, to hold off as long as possible so that the initial blast would come forth with especial thrust and force.

And so it did, shooting up high into the air and across two of the desks in the front row. Even the students in the back of the room could see it clear the heads of the students in the front, until the white glob soared down and into Tracy's hair.

It was indeed an impressive shot and an impressive sight. Anthony in fact was able to release two more of equal length and aim. Well, it was Melissa who should get credit for the aim, but Anthony had fired the cannon and with considerable thrust and trajectory.

Tracy didn't at first know what hit her. It is perhaps hard to imagine a girl not knowing when a glob of cum smacks into her hair, but she was understandably distracted by the last few splats and splots from Benjamin. Her face was now literally drenched, with pools forming in most every nook and cranny of her pretty face. Her mother had been trying to convince her to get glasses. Tracy had resisted, but now wished that she hadn't, as they would have at least provided her eyes with some protection from the deluge of globby boy cum.

But, then, to add insult to injury (well, actually, more of each), she felt smaller splats of cum hit her on the right side. One even landed on and dripped down into her ear. "Miss Harding!" Tracy finally complained. It just wasn't her day. Having one boy splash cum on you in class might be acceptable. But two? Well, that really did appear to be going too far.

Anthony and Melissa both smiled, Anthony with his accomplishment, as well as with his pleasure. It felt so good to finally cum, to be able to let his dick squirt and spurt its cum, to feel the orgasm sweep over and through him, as his cock continued to spit its little white bullets.

His last few shots fell harmlessly along the floor in front of the first row of desks. The girls in the desks in between him and Tracy were certainly grateful to Melissa for that.

Mr. Stratton gasped for breath, staring down at Melody's cum soaked blouse. Her brassiere was now showing through the thin white cotton, like she had been competing in some sort of wet blouse contest. Through his foggy eyes he admired the sight of her brassiere visible through her gism drenched blouse.

Melody noticed where Mr. Stratton was staring and she brought her hands back down to modestly cover herself, albeit the gesture did seem rather pointless at this point, the strong fresh scent of manly cum drifting up into her nose.

Miss Harding was pleased. It was clearly a very good ending to today's class demonstration. She patted Benjamin's behind in approval as she looked with pride upon the cum soaked face of Tracy, and nodded with approval toward Anthony. "You can lower your flag, Anthony," she instructed.

Melissa was given the honor of carefully removing the flag from its shrinking pole. She respectfully folded it up, and tucked it into her purse.

Anthony and Melissa did get together after class. Melissa in fact began a big flag collection. Some kids collect coins, some collect stamps, and some collect flags from countries all around the world. The governments provide copies of them in small sizes precisely for the purpose of fitting them nicely into collection books. Anthony periodically came over to Melissa's house to raise a new flag for her collection.