Liam was nervous. His last test had come back with a multitude of red marks all over it and a big fat F in the corner. If he failed his algebra class, he would have to go on academic probation, and his GPA would be low below enough that he would lose his scholarship and have to drop out. His father could not afford the school’s exorbitant fees without help. He shuffled from foot to foot, dancing nervously outside his teacher’s office waiting for his teacher to invite him inside.
Liam was a cute, young, freshman boy, barely fourteen, with a thin body and long brown hair that made him look feminine. Behind his glasses, he had lovely blue eyes with long lashes. Liam had a slightly mousy, nerdy look, young and innocent. He was a studious boy, but unfortunately, his intelligence leaned more toward the arts than academics, and he was having a hard time applying himself. Between his class load and the job his father insisted that he take to supplement his scholarship and teach him responsibility, he was finding the school a trying experience—no drugs, alcohol and wild sex for Liam. He was lucky if he even got to socialize.
Mr. Dean opened the door, sweeping his eyes over the mousy boy standing nervously in front of it. He took in the boy’s thin, feminine appearance and his adorable little bubble butt. The teacher noted the way the boy submissively looked downwards like he couldn’t quite bring himself to meet his eyes. Mr. Dean smiled fleetingly. He already knew why Liam was here to see him. He was willing to help the young boy if he was willing to take a little direction.
“Liam,” he said, his voice soft but commanding. “Why don’t you come in and sit down? I’m assuming you know you’re here about failing your recent test.”
Wincing at the word ‘failing,’ Liam slipped timidly into his teacher’s office, taking a seat opposite his desk. He couldn’t help but be intimidated by Mr. Dean. He had a strong, powerful build with broad shoulders. He had kind grey eyes that wrinkled around the sides as he smiled. With his commanding voice, he intimidated most of the boys under his tutelage. A blush tainted Liam’s cheeks, as he looked away looking down at his clasped hands.
“I…yes,” he said in a quiet voice. “I just...I can’t fail this class, sir, is there any way I could make it up with extra credit? I’ve been working so hard, I can’t believe I failed. I just didn’t have enough time to study, but I can’t fail it, sir. I can’t.”
The poor boy was near tears, his eyes stinging as he sniffled. Mr. Dean just watched the boy in silence for a long moment. He folded his big hands together on his desk.
“Well, if you had applied yourself better, we wouldn’t be in this position,” he said, shaking his head. “However, I do feel for you. I know your academic and financial situation, and I know for a fact that failing this class would end your entitlement to a scholarship. But you must understand that I can’t really favor one student over another regardless of circumstances.”
He shrugged his broad shoulders apologetically. Liam’s face crumpled, tears streaming from his eyes, as he sobbed while hunching in on himself.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll do better, I promise. What will I do? If I’m kicked out, my father will be so mad, isn’t there a way? I’ll do anything.”
Those sweet words were music to any man’s ears when they were uttered by an adorable, innocent fourteen-year-old boy. Mr. Dean could feel his cock hardening just from watching the boy cry. Reaching under the desk, he gave himself a quick squeeze as he watched Liam, pretending that he was considering his options. After a small pause, he smiled.
“Well,” he said, “there is one option. I believe that you’re just in need of a little direction, a little guidance. Someone to manage your time more effectively and to punish you if need be.”
Liam swallowed thickly and looked up, his face red from crying. He twisted his hands anxiously in his lap, meeting his teacher’s eyes briefly before looking down at his lap.
“P…p…punish me?” he asked with a shaking voice.
“Yes, punish you,” Mr. Dean drawled. “Make you accountable for your actions. Or, I suppose, I can just fail you. I thought your education meant more to you than that, but…”
His teacher shrugged nonchalantly and leaned back in his chair.
“No! No, I want you to help me, maybe if you made me up a schedule or something,” Liam said, nodding his head. “I’m not very good at managing my time.”
“Oh, I intend to give you far more incentive than a schedule,” Professor Dean said smiling like a shark. “Lock the door, will you?”
Liam shifted nervously looking as if he wanted to protest. After a long moment, he gave in and nodded his head. Getting up on shaky legs, he locked the office door before standing nervously by the desk, waiting for further instruction.
Mr. Dean watched him standing there nervously.
“You may as well sit down.”
Pulling open his desk drawer, he retrieved a root of ginger and a knife and set about peeling and carving it right in front of the boy.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked.
“Uh…” Liam watched apprehensively as the spicy smell hit him as the teacher carved.
“Ginger,” the teacher said, smiling briefly as he worked. “When receiving a paddling, a boy can clench his buttocks and reduce the pain. Teachers introduced ginger as a way to make sure that those in need of punishment experienced the pain of it fully. Inserted into the anus, it produces a nasty burning sensation which only intensifies as the boy clenches.”
As the teacher spoke, he worked whittling the ginger into a recognizable butt plug. Liam went cold. His eyes flashed from the teacher’s face to the ginger he was working on and back again trying to gauge if the man was joking. Liam’s cheeks flushed, his lips slightly parted, his breathing and his heart rate increasing. He was suddenly aware of his asshole clenching.
“You...you can’t do that,” he said, his eyes widening. “I…I…I’ll tell!”
“You could,” Mr. Dean responded, placing the newly carved ginger plug down on the desk. “Of course, if you did that, you’d fail my class.” He smirked at the unnerved boy. “Besides, who would even believe you? It’s your word against mine, and it’s much easier and more preferable to believe that a student has a problem with getting an F than a respected teacher administering corporal punishment.” He wiped his hands on a hand towel and looked levelly at the boy sitting opposite him. “You can leave if you want to fail my class, have your scholarship pulled, and be thrown out of school. Or you can come over here and get over my desk. It’s your choice.”
Mr. Dean pushed back from the desk slightly, exposing his muscular thighs. There was a slight bulge down one leg, his cock throbbing in his slacks. Refusing to look at his teacher, Liam dithered for a moment. He ran a shaky hand through his hair and took in a deep breath. His teacher had him, and Liam knew it. He knew that if he left his office, he could say goodbye to his education and he would have to face his father’s wrath. Maybe he needed what his teacher was offering. Perhaps, if he guided him, he would do better. Flicking his eyes up, he looked nervously at the ginger, his ass clenching just at the thought. Then, hesitantly, he got to his feet. He walked over to his teacher on weak and rubbery legs. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. His face felt like it was on fire, and he was disturbed to realize that his prick was hard. After one final pause, he laid himself gingerly over his teacher’s desk, stiff as a board.
“There’s a good boy.”
He stood and moved behind the boy, shifting his cock before moving the boy, pulling and pushing until he was resting with his ass up high in the air. He let his hand rest on the boy’s hot ass, caressing him through his pants.
“Give me your hands,” he ordered calmly, loosening his tie before pulling it free.
“A boy like you, I’ll bet you’ve never been spanked properly. I’m not going to have you try to interfere.”
Liam flushed—his teacher was right; he had never been spanked. He heaved in a breath, feeling intimately aware of his body as he reached his hands behind him, letting his teacher take them and tie them behind his back tightly. Liam could feel the blood rushing to his head as his teacher pressed down on his back slightly, angling his ass up further in the air. His breath came in quiet pants as he squirmed.
Once Mr. Dean had secured the boy’s hands he, wasted no time in pulling down the boy’s pants. He smirked at the wet spot on the boy’s white underpants, stroking the boy’s prick lightly, feeling Liam jump and twitch.
“Maybe, this won’t be much of a punishment for you after all,” he said. “You’re so hard and wet that you’ve soaked through your underpants. Maybe this is what you needed all along, hmm, someone to take charge and make you accountable for your actions. You aren't the first boy. Nor will you be the last.”
Mr. Dean peeled Liam’s underpants down slowly over his pearly thighs, exposing his smooth, round ass. That ass would be a fiery red by the time he was done with it. He stroked the boy’s buttocks slowly before sliding his fingers down, slipping between the boy’s legs. He was so hard and dripping, so ready for him when he hadn’t even started playing with him yet.
“Please don’t,” Liam sobbed, jerking as the teacher’s fingers brushed his hard, leaking prick. “Don’t touch me there, please. I’ve never…I’m not gay…please.”
Even as he begged him not to, his prick throbbed, his legs jerking slightly as the teacher touched him. There was an ache deep inside him that begged for his teacher's fingers to jerk him off.
“But you’re so hard and wet,” he said, stroking the boy’s rigid prick, heedless of his begging. “Your mouth says no, but your dick says your boy-cunt wants cock. It doesn’t matter if you’re a virgin. Virgins can still be horny little fuckholes.”
Mr. Dean slowly twisted his finger into the boy, feeling the way he twitched and clenched around his invading digit. He only went into the first knuckle when he stopped. There was no point breaking the boy’s cherry with his finger when he could destroy it with his cock.
“I’m not,” whimpered Liam.
He trembled as his teacher fingered his virgin asshole. He’d barely explored himself down there—that was too gay. He bit down on a moan at the feel of his teacher’s rough, thick finger inside of him. If he felt that full with half his finger inside, he didn’t know how someone ever took a cock. Mr. Dean slipped his finger out of the Liam’s tight, clamping asshole and wiped it on the back of the boy’s leg.
“Right,” he said. “Well, if you weren’t a faggot, you wouldn’t get off while having your asshole probed. You can't fool me, not when I can see how hard you are.”
He brought his hand down on the boy’s round, perfect ass with a resounding slap. Liam jerked and clenched, letting out a little squeak. At first, the slap didn’t really register, but the feeling quickly caught up with him. It stung, making him squirm, fighting against the tie keeping his arms behind his back. Feeling the sting slap, he changed his mind.
“I don’t want to,” he gasped. “You can’t make me. Just let me go, I’ll just fail and...I don’t know…I don’t want to do this. I’ll tell!”
Mr. Dean just chuckled.
“You think that now I have you tied up that I’m going to let you go?” he asked. “No, I’m not going to let you go until I’ve exacted every ounce of penance from your perfect skin. I’m not going to stop until your ass blushes a nice, flaming red for me. And you can tell whomever you like, or you can accept what’s happened to you and pass your class. However, for every one of my tests you fail, you better believe you’ll be back in here having your ass beaten raw. A little pain’s better than failing and ruining the rest of your life, right. Besides, judging from how hard your dick is, I think you might be enjoying this a little. Now shut up, faggot.”
Grabbing the boy firmly by the hair, Mr. Dean opened his desk and pulled out a ball gag.
“For special cases like you,” he informed the crying boy, “those that need a little extra attention and discipline. Don’t want you crying out too loud, do we?”
Mr. Dean pulled the boy’s head back until he opened his mouth to gasp with pain. The teacher slipped the gag into place, snapping it closed behind the boy’s head and adjusting the straps until it was nice and tight. There was no way he would be spitting it out. The boy tried to say something, but it came out muffled behind the gag. All Mr. Dean could hear was Liam panting through his nose and his muffled protests.
Poor Liam made quite a sight, forced over his teacher’s desk with his pale ass up in the air. There was a red handprint on his ass, the first of many. His pretty pink dick and balls were in perfect view between his legs, his hands tied behind his back, his chest heaving. He was gagged, tears running down his face, his hair plastering itself to his forehead as he sweated with anticipation, waiting for his teacher to begin.
“Oops,” Mr. Dean said, reaching for the ginger butt plug. “Nearly forgot.”
He parted the boy’s buttocks, admiring his pink, perfect asshole. It was evident that this hole was unused as a cunt. He lubed the ginger plug up and pressed it carefully against his asshole.
“Remember, the more you clench, the more it’ll hurt.”
He mercilessly pressed the plug inside the boy. He’d left two knots, one to keep the ginger anchored inside the boy’s ass, and one on the outside to stop it from slipping too far into him. He pushed the ginger several inches up into the boy’s ass until he reached the second knot.
Liam grunted at the feel of something pressing into his asshole. It was the first time that he’d ever had anything put up that hole, and it repulsed him. The ginger went in so smoothly while stretching him slightly. He moaned into the gag, his body tensing, his prick throbbing and dripping as if it wanted something to fill it up too. Then, the burning started. It started as a light tingle that grew into a sting. He couldn’t help clenching around the ginger plug, and that just made it worse, causing it burn. He felt like his asshole was on fire. He squirmed on the desk making urgent noises behind the gag, trying to plead with his teacher to take it out.
“Settle down,” Mr. Dean said, pressing on the small of the boy’s back, holding him down. He didn’t want Liam squirming out of position. “The more you struggle and clench, the worse it will feel. And I’m going to paddle you until I’m sure you’re really, truly sorry for failing my class.”
With that, he started to spank him. He’d always preferred a hand spanking to anything else. It was so much more intimate and erotic than a whipping or cropping, though each had its own merits. Occasionally, he liked to use a paddle and spare his hand from the sting, but Liam was a virgin in every sense of the word. He would need to ease him into it before he could take a good, hard, paddling.
He warmed the boy up slowly, taking his time, the room resounding with each crack as his palm came down on Liam’s exposed, helpless ass cheeks. Liam whimpered, moaned and cried out behind the gag. While Mr. Dean enjoyed the sounds thoroughly, the gag made sure they were muffled enough not to leave his office.
Liam panted behind the gag. It hurt. It hurt worse than anything he’d ever felt. He couldn’t help but clench every time his teacher slapped him, and that just made the ginger root in his ass burn a hundred times worse. He sobbed helplessly, feeling his buttocks warm and sting as Mr. Dean spanked him. But the pain wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that each hard slap drove his groin down, rubbing his prick against the desk. He moaned and struggled against the tie around his wrists, helplessly stimulated as his teacher spanked him. His prick throbbed in time to his pulse sending waves of pleasurable sensation through him. Even being so helpless, gagged and bound, stimulated him. Every time he pulled against his bindings he panted with arousal. After a couple of minutes warm up, the teacher paused, rubbing his hand over the boy’s stinging, hot buttocks.
“You take on color well,” he complimented
He gave the ginger plug a little twist, feeling the boy shudder, hearing his muffled scream, he slid his fingers down to the boy’s stiff prick chuckling at how hard he was. The boy’s prick was copiously dripping. Spreading the boy’s ass cheeks to get a better view, he admired the tight little rosebud.
“And I see you like it even more than I anticipated. That’s good. I’ve been looking for a fuck bitch to keep for some time, now. You’re starting to look like you fit the bill. I like it when my fuckholes get hard from the abuse I give them. You ready, boy, because that was just the warm-up.”
The only response that Liam gave was a muffled whimper. He shuddered as his teacher spread him open and looked at him, flushing with shame at how hard his prick he was. He couldn’t help it. Maybe it was his inexperience. He gasped in a breath through his nose, quivering on the desk, his ass on fire. Tears stung at his eyes as he waited for his teacher to start again, giving in and surrendering to his fate.
“That’s it,” Mr. Dean said, rubbing his buttocks with one huge hand, feeling how hot the boy’s ass was after the spanking. “There’s a good faggot.”
He brought his hand down with a hard crack, feeling the sting against his palm, chuckling as Liam’s back arched as he writhed in agony. He started up a hard, harsh spanking, driving him down with every blow. By the time he was done with him, his ass would be so swollen and red that it would look purple.
Liam squealed and struggled, sobbing quietly to himself as he was held down and spanked brutally. Whimpering, he rocked back and forth, trying to wriggle away. All he succeeded in doing was grinding himself down against the desk, building his unwilling arousal until he was panting with pain and pleasure. Every time his teacher hit him, he jerked and clenched around the ginger plug invading his ass, burning the delicate membranes inside him. Grunting, he rocked down against the desk, a wave of pleasure washing through him. He could feel it building, his toes curling as he sobbed. He knew that once he came, it would be a hundred times worse, but he couldn’t stop it. His muscles locked up, his body jerking and twitching, his prick throbbing. Giving a high-pitched wail, Liam came, shuddering and twisting, ginger plugging his ass and his buttocks almost purple from the spanking. His prick spurted, dripping cum onto the desk as his stomach clenched and his orgasm exploded through him.
Mr. Dean just chuckled as he felt the young boy cum while twisting and whimpering on the desk like an animal in heat. He spanked him all the way through it, his hand heavy, not stopping even as the boy’s whimpers and moans of pleasure turned into cries of agony. Finally, Liam let his hand rest on the boy’s bruised, swollen ass, stroking the reddened, beaten skin with his fingers. Reaching for the plug, he gave it a little twist, feeling the boy shudder and twitch.
“Now,” he said. “You can convince me how sorry you are by riding me, or I can spank you until you’re ready to apologize like the faggot you are.” He gave Liam’s ass another sharp spank, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room. “What do you say?”
Liam just moaned behind the gag. Tears dripped down his face. This wasn’t at all how he had envisioned losing his virginity, but he knew that his teacher would just spank him (or worse) until he agreed. Liam yelped as his teacher spanked him again, and then quickly nodded his head, breathing hard through his nose.
“Good boy,” Mr. Dean said.
Grabbing Liam by the hair, ignoring the boy’s whimpers of protest he pushed and pulled, stripping his pants and briefs off him and positioning him until the boy was straddling his lap, naked from the waist down. The boy was facing him, and he looked at him, loving how helpless and pathetic he looked with his mouth gagged and those big eyes streaming with tears.
“If you try to escape, or you don’t do as you’re told, I’m going to put you back over my desk and whip you with my belt,” he said. “Fuck, I’ll whip your balls if you so much as put a foot out of line.”
Reaching between them, he shoved the boy’s shirt up over his chest, admiring the full and perky nipples, which hard and swollen from his arousal.
“From now on,” he said, “if I catch you wearing pants to class, I’ll fail you. You have a lovely ass. There’s no reason why you shouldn’t show it off. I’m sure you’ll get much more attention from the boys. I want you wearing shorts with an elastic band, no belt, and no underpants. Every day. Everyone needs to know what a faggot you are.”
Sliding his hands up his stomach, the teacher took a nipple in each hand, squeezing them and thumbing over the tight, sensitive nubs. He chuckled as Liam gasped, leaning in and sucking one of his tits into his mouth, rolling the pert nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make the boy gasp and arch his back with pain. He worked his nipples for several long minutes, squeezing, pulling, biting and rolling them until they ached with sensitivity. He was going to have so much fun tying off these lovely nips, and clamping and stretching them until he screamed. Another day, perhaps.
Poor Liam had never had anyone play with his nipples before. He flushed with humiliation as his teacher manipulated his nipples, fixing his gaze on the wall, trembling like a leaf. Liam gasped and moaned throatily, arching his chest into his teacher’s attentions, shuddering and twitching as his teacher worked his nipples until they were so sensitive that even the slightest brush of his fingers or his tongue made him squirm. It hurt, but it hurt in such a good way that he couldn’t help but arch his back and offer him his tits, wincing when he got too rough, flinching a little when he bit him. But he couldn’t deny that his prick was hard and dripping wet, that his nipples were hard and aching for his attention.
Reaching behind Liam, Mr. Dean extracted the ginger plug from the boy’s ass. Taking a breath, breathing in his scent, Mr. Dean slid his hand between the boy’s ass cheeks. His fingers probed the pulsating hole, and he groaned at how tight the boy was. Mr. Dean could feel the boy’s ass tightening trying to keep him out. He was looking forward to breaking the boy’s cherry. Unzipping and unbuttoning with one hand, Mr. Dean pulled his dripping cock out. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and he groaned, removing his finger from the boy and replacing it with the head of his cock.
He felt the boy jerk with surprise as he nudged the head of his dick against the boy’s tiny asshole. Liam’s eyes widened. He started to breathe frantically through his nose, pleading behind his gag and shaking his head. He fought against the tie on his hands, his chest heaving, and his ass clenching.
“Oh yeah, I’m gonna enjoy stretching your tight little asshole out,” Mr. Dean moaned.
Mr. Dean gripped the boy’s hips, forcing his dick into his virgin asshole. The ginger had tightened the boy up, even more, inflaming him slightly, and it was hard work getting his slick dick inside the boy’s clenched hole as the boy fought against the intrusion, but Mr. Dean was a persistent man. Liam felt his teacher thrust down and the head of his cock breaking through. He pulled the boy down, forcing him down on his dick until the ring of his ass clamped down around the glans. Mr. Dean moaned, arching his hips as the boy screamed behind the gag.
“I want you to slide your hot cunt down on my dick,” he groaned out, his cock throbbing just at the thought of sinking into that tight heat. “I don’t want you to stop until it’s all the way inside you. I don’t care if it hurts you. If you stop, I’m going to whip your balls.”
Liam whimpered, sobbing helplessly. He could feel the head of the cock at his opening. It was so huge that he didn’t know how he could possibly get it inside him. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he pleaded with his teacher with his eyes, but he knew it was useless. He shifted, lowering himself slowly down on the huge, thick cock, feeling it open him up slowly. He winced, breathing frantically as he gingerly pushed down. It burned as he tried to get it inside him, and for a second he thought he couldn’t manage it, but the thought of Mr. Dean whipping his balls renewed his determination.
With a muffled scream, he forced himself down on the thick cock, feeling something break inside him, piercing pain radiating through him as he forced himself down until the cock was all the way in his tight, virgin asshole. His teacher rested his hands on his hips, helping him ease down the rest of the way until his teacher’s balls were pressed up against him, his eight-inch dick buried all the way inside his tight asshole.
Mr. Dean gave a final push, shoving himself deep inside the boy, ignoring any resistance he came across until he was buried all the way inside the boy’s tight virgin ass. He grunted as it clenched around him. Once the teacher was fully inside, Liam just cried. He was no longer a virgin. He had taken his manhood away from him.
Mr. Dean just groaned as the boy took him into his hot, tight asshole. Fuck, he loved virgins. They were always so tight. Even as the boy hurt himself for him, his prick was rigid and dripping. His teacher moaned and fucked upward trying to push in deeper.
Liam screamed and screamed, tears streaming down his face. It felt like a baseball bat was being lodged up his tiny asshole. With the gag in his mouth, his screams were muffled, and no one came to his aid as the teacher shoved his eight-inch cock all the way into his guts. He sobbed and shook. It burned and ached worse than the spanking, worse than anything he’d felt.
“There’s a good boy. Now ride me, as hard as you can. Make me come, show me how sorry you are.”
Liam whimpered. With his hands tied behind his back, it was hard to balance himself. He could feel his teacher’s cock throbbing in his painfully tender asshole. The ginger still burned inside him, but the ferocity of it had died down a little, allowing him to focus on how stuffed and full he felt. His nipples were still hard and so sensitive. His balls were begging for release. Taking in a deep breath, his legs quivering, he moved up off the teacher, feeling his cock jump inside him. He breathed frantically. It felt like his teacher’s thick cock was taking his insides with it.
Mr. Dean grabbed the boy’s hips and forced him back down on his cock, lifting his hips so he could slam up into him. He groaned as his cock slid into Liam’s warm, tight asshole in one thrust.
“You feel so good, faggot.”
He moaned, starting to use his grip on the boy’s hips to fuck him in long, steady strokes. He slammed deep inside with every thrust as if he was trying to get as deep inside him as possible. Sliding a hand between his legs, he rubbed his fingers over the boy’s swollen prick. The boy was horny, and he shuddered as his teacher touched him.
Gradually, it became easier. Liam’s asshole loosened up a little. His chest heaved, his body shuddering as his teacher fingered his stiff little prick. His teacher’s cock moved against a spot inside him that made his moan behind his gag. Liam sobbed and whimpered as his teacher took him, thrusting into him over and over again. Goosebumps raced through his skin, his balls bouncing as he slid up and down on the thick cock.
Eventually, he gave into the demands of his throbbing prick. Mr. Dean felt the boy’s orgasm. As he tensed, intense muscle contractions went through his asshole, grasping and milking his teacher’s cock as if his asshole wanted his seed. Mr. Dean moaned, stroking the boy’s prick as he shuddered and spasmed on top of him, his toes curling as his chest heaved. Mr. Dean leaned forward, biting and sucking on a nipple as he fucked the boy through his orgasm, feeling his hot, tight asshole clamp around his thick cock. He was so close to coming, but he held off.
“You really are a faggot, aren’t you?” he asked, kissing Liam’s ear as he finally stopped shuddering and twitching against him.
Liam just whimpered in response, overcome by his orgasm. He could feel his teacher’s cock pulsing inside him, and he sobbed, wouldn’t he ever cum? Wouldn’t this ever end? He was so exhausted. His legs felt like jelly, his stomach hurting slightly with how hard the teacher had made his come.
“Virgin ass is deliciously tight, and I’m ready to cum.”
It only took a few pumps of his hips before he shot up inside the boy’s ass, shuddering and groaning as spurt after spurt of his cum spilled into the boy’s unwilling body. It was so tight, milking him and squeezing him deliciously as he emptied his balls. Finally, he was finished, and he pulled out with a sigh. Untying the boy’s hands, he shoved him unceremoniously off his lap.
Liam grunted as he hit the floor. He was a mess, his eyes red, his ass almost purple from the spanking, bleeding out of his asshole from the brutal fucking that the teacher had given him. What was worse, he thought, was that some part of him must have enjoyed it sine he had cum from his ordeal, and he was still hard. Mr. Dean unfastened the gag out of the boy’s mouth.
“Get dressed and get out,” Mr. Dean said, tucking himself away. Now that he was done with the boy, he had little interest in him. “And Liam, I expect to see you in my office every day for the rest of the semester. Also, I think you might need a little home tutoring, don’t you? I’ve got some lovely equipment that I can’t wait to introduce you to.”