The Classroom

Part 1: The Classroom and Ms. Tawnee

The windowless room was small with 4 identical student desks. There was a whiteboard on the wall. A lectern to the left of the desks and a large teacher desk on the right with a struggle wooden chair. I approached the row of lockers in the back of the room. The left most was my assigned locker and I put my street clothes inside and quickly changed into my school uniform. The simple uniform was composed of black slacks and white button up shirt. There was a blue neck tie that I fastened and made sure was neighbor in the small mirror in the locker. Then I sat down at one of the student desks and waited. After about ten minutes of anxious waiting the sliding door opened and in came what I assumed was my teacher.

My heart leaves. She was stunning. She was dressed in business casual Attire with a dark green sued pencil skirt, black nylons covering her long muscle and slender legs. She was wearing what looked like comfortable black healed opentoed sandals. She had on a white button up blouse with a revealing neckline. She was Asian, and gorgeous. Her long silky black hair was tied back into a pony tail. She had on glasses and her face was young and pretty. She had a beautiful smile when she said, “Hello Eli, welcome to my class. My name is Ms. Tawnee and will address me as such. Understood?” I just nervously nodded. She paused as if waiting for something, and her then her smile dropped. She turned and headed to her desk. She opened a drawer and then walked back to me. She bent down towards my ear. I couldn’t help but notice her perfect cleavage as she moved in close, she had on a lacy black bra.

She spoke softly into my ear, “Put out your palm please Eli.” I turned my hand out for her. In her hand was a metal 12-inch ruler. Whack. She struck my palm. It mostly surprised me, but it stung too.

“When I ask you a question you will say, ‘Yes Ms. Tawnee.’ or, ‘No, Ms. Tawnee.’ Do you understand Eli?” she asked.

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee.”

“Good, you will find that if you are a good student. I will reward you, but if you are a naughty boy, you will be punished as such. Now, let’s see what we are working with. Stand up,” she demanded.

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee.” I obediently stood up.

“Good. Turn around,” she said cocking her head to the side sizing me up.

I turned a full circle.

“Good, now go over to my desk and bring my chair.”

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee.” I went to her desk. It was tidy with two drawers one side and a smaller drawer where the chair was. I pulled out the chair and it was made from a strong struggle wood, and it was heavy.

She pointed to a spot next to her, “Put the chair over here next to your desk.” I did as I was instructed. She smiled again, “Now I want you to put your palms on the seat of the chair while standing behind it, like this.” She demonstrated by going behind the chair and bending over the back of it. As she bent over, I couldn’t help by notice she was gorgeous from behind.

“You turn,” she instructed.

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee.”

“Hmm, nice. Now, stand up and remove your trousers and resume the position,” she ordered.

“Umm, ah, Yes, Ms. Tawnee.” I unfasted my belt, pulled down my pants to my ankles and assumed the position again.

She struck my ass hard with the ruler. “You will not hesitate the next time I give you an instruction.” I felt my cock getting aroused. I was always turned on by discipline.

“You have a nice ass, Eli,” she said.

“Thank you, Ms. Tawnee.”

“Now, stand up and take off your boxes and assume the position.”

I quickly followed her direction, “Yes, Ms. Tawnee.” And I pulled down my pants and was aware that my cock was partially hard just by the circumstances. I bent over again and knew she was looking at me. I stayed in that position for a long silent minute, getting more aroused by the second.

“This is what you will do if you break any of my rules. You will stay in this position motionless until I release you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee.”

“Good.” I remained in the position for another minute. I could hear her opening a locker in the back of the room.

I heard her walk back to me and then another strong whack to my ass. This whack was not a ruler, it felt like a leather paddle. This was not only suprising, but painful. Tears well to my eyes and my cock was rock hard. I have never been so hard just by circumstances.

“You will say thank you when you receive a deserved punishment.” And she whacked me again.

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee,” I caught me breath, “Thank you, Ms. Tawnee,” I said a quickly as I could.

“Good, now you know what punishment is like, let me show you what a reward might be like. Get up and sit in this chair Eli.”

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee.” I shuffled to the chair and sat down, my butt still singing. My pants still around ankles and my cock pointing up, fully erect.

“Eli, I like your circumcised cock.” She said smiling again sat in my desk and gently grabbed a hold of it. She started struggling my cock gently.

“Eli, you will ask permission before you cum in my classroom.” She kept struggling me gently as she explained. I was so aroused, I exhausted deeply and moaned a little, I couldn’t help it.

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee.”

She kept struggling and I could feel myself quickly approaching climax. She seemed to sense my excitement and paused and just played with my cock and balls. She was examining my cock.

“I like that you are enjoying this. When you complete your lesson today, I may let you cum. Would you like that Eli?” She asked with a playful and inquisitive expression on her face.

“I would like that very much Ms. Tawnee.”

She started struggling faster, which was torturous as I knew I needed permission and I felt myself getting to the edge of coming.

“Please, Ms. Tawnee. I think I will come.” I said embarrassing loudly.

“Are you asking permission?” She playedfully asked without letting up.

“Yes, Please, may I come,” I begged.

“Not yet,” and she stopped leaving me panting and struggle to contain myself. I closed my eyes and panted in the chair.

“Eli, stroke yourself, but do not come yet. Understood?”

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee.”

I continued to stroke myself. While Ms. Tawnee Walked to the whiteboard. She wrote on the board in neighbor handwriting:

Every week you will complete homework.

1) All assignments will be ready by the start of the next class.

2) You will be graded and rewarded as follows for the quality of your work.

A quality work: Will be rewarded with special time at Ms. Tawnee’s house.

B quality work: Will be rewarded here in the classroom.

C quality work: May or may not receive a reward in the classroom.

D quality work: You will be punished and you will have to redo the assignment for next week.

Failing work: You will be punished and you will not be able to redo the assignment. The work is much too challenging for you. You will need to make amends.

No late work will be accepted.

While she wrote this on the board I continued to stroke myself.

“As this being our first class together, you obviously can’t have done any homework. So let’s conclude the lesson.” She came over to where I was.

“You have done Very well so far. So let me help you finish today’s lesson then I will give you your first homework assignment.” Ms. Tawnee unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her beautiful breasts and knelt down in front of me. “Now, stop struggling,”

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee.” I put my hands by my side.

She then took my cock into her gentle touch and continued struggling me. Then she licked my shake and took my cock into her mouth, and stroked it with her lips. She took me deep into her mouth and I felt on the precipice of erupting.

“Ms. Tawnee, may I please come?” I begged her and was not sure I could stop if she denied me. She pulled off he mouth and took up struggling my cock vigorously. She looked as if she was contemplating her answer, all the while I was gritting to hold back my release.

“Yes, you may Eli, you have been a very good boy.” And with a few more strokes, I exploded. My come shot into the air and landed on the floor in front of me. She squeezed my shaft as it pulsed in her capable hand. She gently stroked as my orgasm subsided. She rose, went to her desk, and brought back some tissue and helped me clean up.

“Thank you Ms. Tawnee, that was incredible.”

“I like you Eli, this will be a fun semester.” She said smiling. “Now, put your uniform back on and we will discuss your first assignment.

“Yes, Ms. Tawnee.”

“By next week you need to masturbate in a public place and bring me evidence that you did. Any questions about this assignment?” Ms. Tawnee asked and waited.

I thought about the assignment and wanted some clarification.

“Yes Ms. Tawnee. Whatqualifies as a public space?” I asked.

“The more people in that space, the better you will be scored.” She replied.

“Do I need to climax?” I asked.

She looked incredulous. “I would have thought that obvious. Just jerking yourself a few times someplace will not score well.”

“What would qualify for an A?” I asked.

“You can get top marks if you choose a place where you risk getting seen or caught. I want to see the space and the proximity of people who might discover you doing your naughty task. I want to see your climax.”

“But how am I supposed to record myself and do the act?!” I asked surprised.

“That, my student, is for you to figure out. Good luck.” And with that she buttoned her blouse, picked up the leather paddle and left.

I changed back into my street clothes. I pulled out phone and snapped a photo of the whiteboard homework explanation. Then I wrote down what she told me about the assignment. This would take some thought.