The School – Part 4

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The School – Part 4The next day Miss Priscilla inited me to witness one of her punishment sessions. This was an unusual invitation, and unusual for me as I do not normally watch boys being punished. However it piqued my interest and I agreed to be a witness.The end of the school day came and I went to Miss Priscilla’s classroom. The boy was already there, or should I say young man as he was a fine specimen and already grown into early manhood. I recognized him from the school. He was dressed in the normal school uniform – dark trousers, white shirt with tie, blazer. He looked dejected and stared at his feet.Miss Priscilla read out the ‘charge sheet’ and entered his misdemeanours in his punishment record. He stayed starign at his feet. I decided the best thing to do was to obsever silently and not be obtrusive.Miss Priscilla beckoned me over and asked my help to move her heavy punishment frame into the centre of the room. Miss Priscilla may not be tall, but she is compact and fit. I am sure that she is well capable of moving the frame herself. I am told that sometimes boys are asked to move the frame for their own punishment, so adding to the humiliation.Miss Priscillas frame is an antique, very sturdily constructed of course as it has to hold men down. It has stour leather cuffs and straps positioned for the wrists, ankles and lower thighs. The poor unfortunate victim is in a kneeling position ont he frame, his tummy on a ümraniye escort stout wooden flat like a table, his lower legs horizontal on two supports. His arms go down the fron to where the cuffs are.”Strip” commanded Miss Priscilla, and by jolly I almost started to unbutton my own shirt. The young man dejectedly took off his uniform, carefully folding it into the plastic basket provided. He stripped till he was in his boxers and socks.Miss Priscilla gestured to the socks and they were gone too. The boy looked up, tears glistening already. Miss Priscilla motioned to the boxers, and they had to go.The boy stood up and covered his manhood. “Stand straigh!” Miss Priscilla barked “Hands at your sides”. The boy complied.I could see he was a fine specimen, muscly and fit. He had a stout cock on him, which was half inflated at this stage. He also had a fine big pair of balls.Miss Priscilla went to her desk and took out a long piece of white silk ribbon. The boy eas almost crying with shame.But he stood upright as Miss Priscilla approached. I could see his cock grow as her perfume filled his nostrils. Miss Priscilla expertly looped the silk round the base of his ball sac and tied it off tight with a knot. Then the ribbon was looped round both his balls and the base of his shaft and tied off tight. Miss Priscilla gave a yank on his cock to make sure the ribbon was seated right. Then the poor boy had to mount the frame.His wrists bostancı escort and ankles were fastened tight in the cuffs, then his thighs strapped in. He was going nowhere. Of course, this was all for his own good as to thrash about under punishment would only cause injury.Miss Priscilla stepped back and looked, the stepped forward for a final adjustment of the cock and balls. As discussed in a previos part, the tie is supposed to keep the cock and balls out of the way of the cane, lest an errant stroke should catch the boy in the privates. But in my opinion the tie only serves to make the tightened balls jut out more and be likely to be whacked..”Well then” Miss Priscilla said “You are no stranger to the cane. And you have had a couple of whacks on those fine big balls. Lets hope today you are spared.” The boy simply whimpered.miss Priscilla, being the rather cruel woman that she is took rather a long tie selecting her weapon. Every cane from her rack was tried for size, heft and sound as she made practice lunges likek a swordswoman. Finally she selected a medoum weight, rather long straight cane. She took up her stance behind the boy. No practice lunges now – the first stroke bit right in and the boy screamed.I knew it was not use to scream and beg for mercy. Miss Priscilla thrived on the pain of boys. So he might as well scream his head off. And he did. Cut after cut followed, each delivered with precision. The boys göztepe escort buttocks were soon a mass of livid stripes.And then it happened – a particularly vicious stroke landed square across his balls. He squealed like a pig, and Miss Priscilla gave a little grin. “I’m sorry” she said, but I think that from an expert like Miss Priscilla the cut was well intended.From this point on the boy was struggling, gasping and pulling at his bonds. Miss Priscilla proceeded with her work, but no further strokes to the balls. Finally the boy slumped down and had to take the final stroke. A masterful cut, delivered high and true. The boy simply lay over the bench.Miss Priscilla drank in the scene for a good long time, till all was calm.Then she approached the frame, but not to untie the boy. Miss Priscilla put on latex examination gloves, then rubbed the poor bys balls. His erect prick twitched – as during the caning he had become hard and erect. Miss Priscilla trained her finger up his erect shaft, then rubbed the sensitive end of his prick.As one had cupped his bruised balls her other hand wanked him off. He began to gasp and his prick twitched.Suddenly he released, grunting again in echo of the noises he made under the cane.A fine spurt of semen ended up on Miss Priscillas floor, where generations of boys had spurted before.As he deflated, Miss Priscilla undid the tie and his poor battered balls and milked cock were allowed to recover.The boy dressed hastily and exited the room. No doubt to meet his mates and tell them how bravely he endured Miss Priscilas punishment, how much it hurt to get the cane across his balls. And how much he spurted onto her floor!

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