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Subject: Detention with the Headmaster, Part 1 None of what you are about to read actually happened. This story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little fty/donate.html Might be a bit long but needed to set the scene, hope you enjoy. If you do email me with suggestions or corrections @ TakeoLorkin@protonmail —————————————————————————- `Well this can’t be good’ I thought, I had just been sent to the headmaster’s office by my games teacher. Okay so I know the reason, I hate games and have been doing all I can to get out of it since I joined the school a couple of months back. I just don’t understand why they would insist on making a group of self-conscious teenagers run around a freezing cold pitch in November in tiny shorts when there was no merit, I understand being healthy and the use of exercise but why does it have to be football. So far I have managed to avoid all but 2 of the lessons by booking my violin lessons during that period or by simply forgetting my kit. I did this so many times that they sent a letter home to my parents and now every Wednesday morning my Dad forces my games bag into my hand. For the last two weeks I have left it on the school bus much to the annoyance of my teachers and parents and now I am getting sent to the head for fuck sake. It’s not as if I really need that much exercise anyway, I am on the skinny side for a 14 year old but that’s just because I finally started to grow last year and now I am just shy of 6ft one of the tallest in the year which isn’t great when you are a new starter at a posh grammar school. I have been getting quite a bit of stick for it, the fact I am one of the smartest and the fact that my parents aren’t mega rich not that we are poor but both of them are just teachers on a normal wage as to my classmates (I use that term lightly) who’s mums and dads are bankers and business owners etc. Being ginger with massive amounts of freckles on my face and arms hasn’t help matter much, god I hate being a ginger. When I get back to school from the playing fields I practically run up to the third floor where the Heads office is located and knock on the door. There is no answer so I knock again a bit louder and the door swings forcibly open, there standing so close to me that I have to look up at him is the scariest man in the school. He is in his 40’s I would say and about 6.6ft tall, has jet black hair that is starting to go white at the edges and grey eyes behind glasses that make you feel as if you have done something wrong even if you haven’t and that he knows about it. He also walks around school in an academics gown that makes him look like a giant raven or other bird of prey waiting to tear you apart. `Good afternoon Mr Kelly what are you doing here and why are you attempting to bash my door off its hinges?’ he says as he leers at me. `I … I … I…’ all I manage to stammer as I jump back erzincan escort away from him and just hand him the note my teacher had given me. He scans it then scans me up and down and then rereads the note. `Well this isn’t good is it Mr Kelly, you have missed nearly every games lesson since you arrived at this school what have you got to say for yourself?’ `Do you not think games is important or do you just think that you are too special to partake in school activities?’ He hurriedly adds as I start to open my mouth. `Well what every can we do with you? Let’s start with detention all week and see if that has any effect on your perspective shall we.’ I just gawp at him and say nothing as a slow wicked smile plays on his lips making me wince a little bit and for some reason I feel like I am naked in front of him. What’s stranger is my cock gives a twitch and starts to grow. `Oh no not here, not in front of him’ I think in horror and look down Master Martin follows my eyes and his smile get’s a bit wider. `Since games was your last lesson of the day you can start your punishment tonight.’ He nods towards the row of desks against the wall of the corridor. `Can I text my mum Sir to let her know I am going to be late’ I ask as I sit down and start pulling out my books and pens. He just nods and says `I want you to write out the following, “I must do as my teachers say at all times,” until the hour is up. Is that understood?’ As I nod, he moves back a bit and slams the door. Taking a deep breath I grab my phone out of my bag and text my mum saying I was going to a mate’s be back later on. Then I started with my task. I was doing the cheating version of doing lines, writing all the I’s down one side of the page first then all the must’s etc, I was just halfway through the all’s of the first page when the Head’s door opened. Walking over to me he grabbed the piece of paper, `What is this’ he demanded staring down at my failed attempt at cheating the punishment. `I told you to do lines not columns, for a bright boy you can be an idiot. Get up and in to my office now!’ he roared. I started shaking as I looked at the fury on his face and jumped up and rushed into the office. The office was big with a desk and chair on one side with a lot of I.T stuff around it and file cabinets, on the other side there was a 3 seat sofa and two matching one seaters arranged around a small coffee table. In-between the desk and sofa was a long conference table with 8 chairs around it. I stood in front of the desk my back to the door waiting for the Headmaster to come in. When he did he made me jump by whispering in my ear. `Whatever am I going to do to get you to stop thinking you are smarter than everyone, and that all punishments should be done the correct way. That lying to your parents is wrong.’ He asked into my ear making me shiver and again feel the familiar twitch in my trousers. `But Sir I haven’t lied to.’ `Stop right there before you decide to finish lying to me’ he growled. `I know that you text your mum and said that you were going to be at a friend’s house and that’s why you would be late. She was very surprised about the detention when I called her to confirm erzurum escort she got your text. She told me to do everything in my power to get you to stop lying to them. So I think I might just have to.’ I stood there with my back to him feeling his warm breath on my ears as he said all of this, the effect was I was again shaking but also my cock felt like it was about to burst through my pants. Before I could say anything the Master had turned me in a circle facing the conference table and with one hand on my waist and another on the back of my neck pushed me face down so the my torso rested against the wood. `Hands flat on the table and stay in that position or you will make things worse for yourself.’ Again whispering into my ear, I could feel his body pressing against mine as he did so and thought I felt a hardness touch my bum my own cock was now leaking like a tap into my undies. When I nodded that I understood he stood up and reached around to the front of my pants and started to undo my belt. Once the buckle was undone he slowly pulled my belt out of my trousers and undid the button. My trousers fell to the floor instantly, like I said I am tall and skinny so getting trousers that fit right is never going to happen but I stayed where I was with my tight white boxers on full display. `Do you know how they used to punish naughty boys when I was at school Mr Kelly?’ when I didn’t answer he just added `Well?’ I shuddered and I swear I heard him chuckle as I replied `Corporal punishment Sir, they used to use the cane didn’t they? But it isn’t allowed in UK schools anymore.’ `Correct on both counts Mr Kelly; maybe you are as smart as some of your teachers say. However you’re mum gave me permission to do everything in my power.’ He sneered as he rubbed my folded belt over my arse. `Unfortunately I don’t have a cane at hand so this will have to do.’ And with that he gave my bum a harsh lash of the belt. I screamed and tried to get up but his hand grabbed the back of my neck and held me in place, as much as I fought I couldn’t get away. When I tried and failed to kick him the belt came down even harder and I screamed again. `Shut up boy or you will have everyone left in the school running in, if you scream again I will be forced to gag you. Understood?’ I just nodded blinking back tears and biting my lip. `Good boy,’ he crooned once again in my ear and this time I certainly felt his stiffness digging into my sore arse cheeks. `Now how many hits was that? Two?’ When I nodded he went on `Okay so two for missing your games lessons, two for lying to your parents and another two for being a cheeky shit and trying to kick me. If you try to scream again more will be added.’ With that he worsened my defeat my ripping my boxers down to my knees and swiftly game my arse another swat. By the time he had finished I was so close to tears I could taste blood in my mouth from biting my lip so hard and my arse was on fire. I just lay there on the table waiting for his next instruction. `Good boy not another peep, well done. And look at that pretty red arse of yours; do you think you have learnt your lesson?’ He said giving my bum a light squeeze that made me wince. esat escort `Yes’ I said my voice breaking a little bit. `Yes what boy?’ `Yes Sir’ `Good boy, manners are very important after all. Now stay where you are.’ I could hear him rummaging around in some draws behind me and then I felt something cool on my arse making me gasp. The Head used is hands to message my sore cheeks with some kind of lotion, it felt so good after the beating that again my boy cock was fully erect and once more started to leak. Sir did this for a few minutes then told me to get up. As I did I started to pull my boxers up, `No, turn and face me as you are.’ My face went scarlet as I blush furiously and turn to face him, one of the other downsides of being ginger. The Headmaster didn’t seem to notice though; his full attention was on my teen cock and scant few pubes. `Wow look at you, looks like someone was enjoying himself’ he said reaching out and taking my cock in his hand making a shiver run all the way up my spine. `You have had your punishment and bore it well’ he said `So now I will show you the benefits of being a good boy.’ And he slid to his knees in front of me. `What the fuck’ was my first thought as his wrapped his mouth around my 5″ of boy meat, quickly followed my not giving a fuck. This felt amazing, now I wank on average about 3 times a day and I thought it was amazing but this. OMG nothing was going to top this sensation ever. The Head was pumping me hard and fast with his lips while I let out little whimpers, as I felt the inevitable rushing up on me my legs began to shake. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and let out a moan of pure bliss, this seemed to egg him on and his movements increased and he grabbed my ball bag lightly pulling it down from my body. That did it, `I thiiinnnnk I’m …’ That was all I got out before I felt the biggest rush of cum leaving my body and going straight into my teachers waiting mouth. My legs buckled and I sagged to the floor the Headmaster never letting me leave his mouth. When I was lay on my back the Head gently nursed my cock until I started to squirm, he moved up my body and leaned in and kissed me pushing his tongue passed my lips. I opened my mouth and felt a sweet slightly salty liquid filmy mouth as my tongue wrestled with his. He broke the kiss and said with a massive grin on his face `Now are you going to be a good boy from now on?’ I just started at him for a moment then broke into a massive smile showing my dimples to their fullest. `Yes Sir, I promise Sir.’ I tried to go in for another kiss but he held me back. `I think that is the end of your detention, get dressed and get home. Oh and if you tell anyone about this I will find a proper cane and make you rue the day. Remember you still have detention for the rest of the week including Saturday.’ He growled as he sat back down at his desk. I quickly got dressed and ran for the door as I closed it behind me I saw him start to undo his trousers. `Well that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,’ I said to myself still smiling from ear to ear. Maybe this detention thing could be fun, if this is what it is like I am never playing games again. —————————————————————————- Well that’s part 1 Well if you made it this far I hope that you have enjoyed. Feel free to get in touch with me @ ail Let me know if there should be another chapter cheers boys and girls.

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