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MR. N.N.

It was medieval. I know these things are medieval and this kind of punishment should not be done anymore. But I, Ian Quentin, was being publicly spanked. It was in our laboratory at college. At 26, I was about to finish biology and I wanted to specialize in entomology. I had a crucial exam this week; two more subjects and I would end my studies. But I had made a stupid thing. Not sure that I had learnt the exam well enough, I had entered the dean’s office and stolen the exam in order to know the answers of whatever they asked. But Mr. Nigel Newton, whom everybody called Mr. N.N, was passing by the dean’s office and had caught me.

Mr. N.N was in his 30s or 40s; I don’t know which, had a surly expression and was a very severe teacher. He was the one in charge of the laboratory and since it had been him that had caught me he was the one who would administer the punishment there in the lab before everybody.

I had already seen some other boys being spanked before because of greater or lesser sins and now it was me who was told to drop my pants. I had no more chance so I pulled them down and was told to lie on a big desk there was in front of the slate board. I knew Mr. N.N’s spanks wouldn’t be soft and in fact I instantly felt a first hard slap on my unprotected ass. The spanking continued; I knew well he would not stop before 50 spanks, so I gritted my teeth as the pain increased and I was more and more humiliated knowing all the students were looking at me.

But I still don’t understand why I noticed I had gone totally hard. I saw how some of the other pupils looked at my unexpectedly hard dick and started to laugh. It was being too many things: being suddenly exposed half naked, knowing everybody was looking at me, the pain in my ass which now must be increasingly red and the sudden laughter; all of this was such a humiliation and such a new embarrassing situation that when I was not expecting it, the worst humiliation was yet to come: my cock exploded then and I came before a class completely crowded. The laughter now became guffaw; everybody roared with laughter. I went redder when still I had to hear Mr. N.N.’s words humiliating me more.

-Good boy –he told me with a loud voice so everybody could hear him-, obviously you are enjoying. Twenty more spanks. You know? What you should do when you get home is wanking over the memory of today.

My face was then as red as a volcano erupting and equally red was getting my poor ass. But I still had to get a new boner at so many humiliations. I couldn’t cum again but I couldn’t be harder. Everybody was making easy jokes at my dick and even at my red ass. Mr. N.N. went on and he didn’t laugh but I knew well he was internally laughing and enjoying my public humiliation. Finally the torment finished and absolutely blushing I pulled up my pants again. I sat down and the class continued some more time. Thank God we had no more classes that day. Half an hour now and I’d go home but meanwhile everybody was looking sarcastically at me and I even heard a lot of derisive comments about me. It was no doubt the worst day I’d lived so far or at least the most humiliating day.

Classes finished and at last I was back home, where I lived alone, my parents having moved to a nearby flat. I couldn’t understand myself when I was all the afternoon hard. The harder I was, the redder I became, even alone at home, and being so red, I went even harder. I should spank myself for being so hard remembering today’s embarrassment but I knew that if I spanked myself I could even cum and shit! I didn’t feel like masturbating or cumming again.

For some days I was the target of easy jokes by the class till at last they saw me angrily looking at them and saying I didn’t know why I had cum that day, but please never again mention it.

One day I was walking on an old football field, far from everywhere when I suddenly met Mr. N.N. He looked lasciviously at me for a while and then told me.

-Hi, you cute Ian –and then unexpectedly he came to my lips and kissed me. I don’t know what came to me then. I think it was not that I was enjoying a boy’s lips on mine, but maybe it was the surprise that made me suddenly cream my pants again and what was more embarrassing, I told him.

-Shit! I’ve creamed my pants, Mr. N. and… I mean Mr. Newton.

-Yeah, I know everybody calls me Mr. N.N. behind my back. You can call me Mr. N.N, or Mr. Newton, or just Nigel, that’s my name as you know. But isn’t it good to cum?

-I’m not gay, Mr. Newton. But now you won’t believe me. I don’t know why the fuck I’ve cum and why the fuck I’ve told you.

-I would not say no to cumming. Never! It’s a wonderful sensation. If I suddenly cum with something unexpected I would not repress my feelings.

-Are you gay, Mr. Newton?

-It’s just the same for me. I love girls but I have also had sex with boys, so I suppose I am bisexual, but why worry about that? I haven’t cum when I have kissed you but I want you to know I’ve already wanked over you at home remembering how you came the day I spanked you. It was glorious to see your ass, to see you cumming and you’ve got a sexy dick and you’re a beautiful sexy boy. And now you’ve shot a new load with me. Second cum with me. You should be grateful.

-But I’m not gay. Don’t know why the fuck I’ve cum.

-You know that having been kissed by surprise and telling you I love kissing you and you’re sexy could be regarded as harassment. But let me push your limits just a bit, cause you cum and that’s always funny. There are boys who enjoy punishments and even being a bit harassed. You know you can report me.

-I won’t report you, Mr. Newton, because I know I am guilty of having cum. I want to finish my studies calmly and I’d rather have a good relationship with you.

-Good, you hot Ian. But since you cum with me, remember two loads you’ve shot with me already, if I ever catch you by surprise in a place like this where nobody can see us, I’ll kiss you again, now you know. And I would recommend you to wank over a boy. You might enjoy it. If you don’t enjoy having a gay masturbation, you might enjoy wanking because a bastard has kissed you and you’ve blasted a load with that and because it’s a challenge and your limits have been pushed a bit.

-I don’t think I’m able to wank over a boy but I won’t report you. Have a good day, Mr. Newton. I have a class now; I have to leave you.

And that was all for half a month. I certainly passed the subject that was troubling me, the one whose exam I had wanted to steal and I’d been surprised and spanked.  I still had one more subject to finish but probably I would have to go to the September exams. I was one day by the end of June talking with some friends about the subject we had just passed, they too, and I didn’t realize I was again by the old football field. When they finally left and I stayed there for five more minutes for I wanted to think about my studies a bit, I was suddenly faced by Mr. N.N’s countenance and I instantly felt he was looking lasciviously at me. Again I was caught off guard. He started to talk to me.

-Hi again, you hot Ian Quentin. I sometimes follow you and I knew you were here and probably alone after a while. I’m gonna kiss you again.

I could never blame that man cause he had told me what he was gonna do and I didn’t stop him. And I felt again his lips on mine and I was soon embarrassed again when I came one more time. I was still the stupid Quentin, as I secretly called myself the last few days, and told him too.

-You see that you can’t stop cumming with me, Ian.

-I can’t understand myself, Mr. Newton, for even now I don’t feel gay but it’s true what you tell me. For whatever reason, my dick cannot stop cumming with you.

-Your dick might be telling you that you also like boys. Well, that might be or not. You would discover it if one day you dare wank over a boy. But what you certainly crave is being humiliated. And challenged. You enjoyed the spanking not because of the pain, but because it was a humiliation, and public humiliation. But whatever it is, you cum with me don’t you?

-I cannot deny you that, Mr. N.N.; you know very well that’s true.

-So I will dare tell you one more thing, but remember you’re free to choose and won’t have to do anything. It’s just that I think you like being harassed, humiliated and challenged and I can find a way to make you feel all that.

-I will at least listen to you.

-Yes, your dick is telling you that you wanna know. Let your cock always be free. If it gets hard, it means you’re enjoying one situation. Well, it is this: we have a very torrid summer and I love swimming. I want you to come this afternoon to the town lake. You know where it is, don’t you?

-I do, Mr. Newton.

-I go there every afternoon these days but I’m a nudist and I always swim totally nude. You know that spot where there are a lot of pines but there’s also a fat old elm?

-I know that spot.

-Well, only if you want, you may come this afternoon at four and you’ll find me there totally nude waiting for you. I don’t know why I think that you will come. In case you come after all and after having found me naked there, which I think will give you a new boner, you can tell me: I want to kiss you, Mr. Newton. Remember that you’ve already cum twice kissing me. But so far it has been me kissing you; now I want to see you voluntarily kissing my mouth. As you do, I’ll be jacking off and if you happen to kiss me, I wanna keep on kissing you till I cum and I want you to see me cumming.

-Anything else, Mr. Newton?

-Yes, remember all this is voluntary but you secretly know that all of this will give you fun. So as I will be totally nude enjoying nature I would like to see your whole body too. You could tell me: I’m gonna strip for you, Mr. Newton. And if you do, I will of course wank looking at you all the time you take to strip and we can spend a long time both together comfortably naked by the lake today, but not swimming. I want you to enjoy today so much that you wanna come to the lake some more days and one other day I would like us both together to swim naked, can you swim?

-I can Sir.

-Good, and if you’re having fun, you can ask me one more thing. You can ask me to spank you. And I wanna touch your ass with lust now and you will feel humiliated again when you notice me all the time jerking myself off as I spank you. If you like it, I can increase the intensity, only if you ask me, and I can make your ass red again. You could even go as far as masturbate as I spank you. And that’s all for the first day. After I have cum spanking you and maybe you’ve cum too, you can put everything back on and then tell me whether you would like to return other days, but remember I will always want kissing each other, seeing you naked and spanking you. Now you can leave. Remember I’ll be by the fat elm at four. Maybe I see you there. So long, Ian Quentin, you sexy thing.

At the hours of that morning were passing, I could not help but think of what Mr. N.N. had told me. At lunch in my house I was getting a strange security that I would go to the lake and meet him. Shit! I was all the time hard. What is it that was happening to me? I knew very well I was not feeling attracted to Mr. Newton, so I knew I did not want to go to the lake because of a gay feeling. So why the hell did I want to go? Maybe what he’d told me was true. It’s hard to admit that you get boners for being humiliated but I could not explain my constant erections and even ejaculations with that man unless I admitted that he was right and my dick was telling me I liked humiliations. And I even thought totally horny that I would certainly enjoy being spanked again. At least by now I was sure that my ass needed spanking, even if it was a boy spanking me.

At half past three I left my house totally nervous and at ten to four I had already found the fat old elm and indeed there Mr. Newton was totally nude and I could notice that the moment he saw me, his dick had got totally hard. I liked having gone there. I didn’t mind to see him naked and knew I would not mind stripping for him to masturbate with. I didn’t know what dangerous road I was entering but I knew very well what he wanted me to do and I did say it.

-I wanna kiss you, Mr. Newton, can I?

-Kiss me.

Our mouths were together again and for the first time I saw him beating his meat. But for whatever reason, that became pornographic for me again and I shot a third load kissing that strange man that for whatever reason was changing me, slowly but securely. I told him I had cum; I needed him to know, but kept on kissing him for he still hadn’t cum and I wanted to see him cumming. It only took him two more minutes and finally for the first time I saw a boy cumming and it had been with me!

-I wanna do more things. I’m glad you’ve cum.

-Tell me, you hot Ian.

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