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School Wank

MB, humil, spank
Wet Dream

Eleven-year-old Shane sat in his sixth-grade classroom and squirmed at his desk. He reached down to his crotch and felt his stiff penis. He was feeling very horny. He looked over at Malciah and thought back to recess when he said he liked him. He is very cute, and Shane began thinking sexual fantasies about Malciah. His cock started to throb in his pants. Shane needed to jack-off right now. The boy raised his arm.

 

"Mr. Harris, I need to go to the bathroom."

 

"Why didn't you go at recess, Shane?"

 

"I didn't have to then. Please, I have to go bad."

 

The class began a light giggle.

 

"Alright, but make it quick. We have a spelling quiz next."

 

Shane quickly got up. He was blushing slightly as he wondered if anyone could see the bulge of his erection. In two minutes, he was inside the washroom and headed for the last toilet stall. Once inside he pulled his pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet. His rock-hard, four-inch dick stuck straight out. He had only about six short, dark hairs around the base of his penis. He placed his hand around his hard flesh pole and began rubbing it up and down. His head fell back and closed his eyes in bliss. Shane's mind filled with pictures of Malciah. The little, blond boy was taking off his clothes for his "boyfriend." Malciah’s small nips were hard and pointed, and he was now showing his flopping dick and bouncing balls. Shane envisioned Malciah’s warm, sweet mouth enveloping his stiff boy cock and then licking up his shaft.

 

"What is taking you so long? Oh, my God, Shane, what are you doing?"

 

Mr. Harris had decided to check on his student who had been gone ten minutes. He saw feet stuck out under the last stall door and wondered if the boy had slipped and fallen. He had pushed open the door and stared at the sight. He was shocked to see this child beating his meat.

 

Shane shook from his erotic dream and snapped to attention.

 

"I'm sorry Mr. Harris. I was just... Oh, please, uh, I was going to the bathroom, and um..."

 

Shane's face was crimson with shame at being caught masturbating.

 

Mr. Harris had regained his composure and was now mad that this pupil had decided to waste the class's time by hiding in the bathroom to jerk-off.

"How dare you hold up the class by coming here to abuse your body! You should be ashamed. The rest of your classmates are waiting to begin the spelling quiz because you're here playing with your penis! Shame on you!"

 

"Oh, please, Mr. Harris, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

 

Shane began to cry somewhat as he struggled to pull his pants up.

 

"You will be punished for this young man. Now come with me."

 

The teacher grabbed Shane by the ear and hauled him through the school and back to the classroom. The entire class watched as Shane looked around with frantic uncertainty as he was hustled to the front of the classroom. The boy kept his hands over his bulging pants, where his still horny penis yearned to reach orgasm.

 

"Tell the class what you were doing Shane," instructed Mr. Harris.

 

"Oh, please, sir, don't make me say in front of everyone," pleaded the boy.

 

"You will explain yourself, or your impending punishment will only be worse!"

 

Shane gulped and whispered, "I was playing with myself in the bathroom."

 

"Louder Shane and be more clear. Not all the class heard you."

 

Some tears began to form in his eyes as the pre-teen spoke more loudly; "I was masturbating instead of going to the bathroom as I said I was."

 

His classmates began laughing and snickering.

 

"Alright, everyone be quiet now," Mr. Harris warned the class as he brought a chair over to where Shane was standing. "Shane, since you like to masturbate so much, why don't you do it right here in front of us all."

 

Shane went white and stared at his teacher.

 

"Oh, please, Mr. Harris don't make me do that. It's too embarrassing!"

 

"You have no choice now. You wanted to jack-off in school. Well here is your chance. Get those pants down, sit in that chair, and masturbate. Move it!"

 

Shane was in shock and dizzy with embarrassment. He unsnapped his pants and lowered them to the floor. His dick was straining against his cotton white Fruit of the Looms. He closed his eyes as he stuck his fingers in the elastic band and slowly pulled them down to join his pants around his ankles. There were some jovial catcalls from the back of the room as his cock and balls came into sight.

 

Tears flowed from the boys' eyes as he sat back in the chair, somewhat relieved to sit and press his legs together.

 

"Okay, Shane, wank yourself just like you wanted to do. We're all waiting."

 

The eleven-year-old boy, filled with overwhelming shame and humiliation, brought his right hand to his erection and started fondling himself in front of his twenty-five schoolmates.

 

"Shane, I don't think we can see your genitals completely. Spread your legs open wider so we can see all of your penis and scrotum."

 

"Yes, sir," said Shane through crying sobs.

 

His naked limbs moved far apart over the edge of the chair, bringing his tight, pink ball sack into view. He opened his eyes to see everyone staring at his groin. The boys were laughing among themselves and were open-mouthed in awe at the sight of a naked boy jacking off.

 

Shane continued his school wank, wallowing in utter humiliation. He wanted it over. He gripped his dick firmer and began stroking it faster. He was actually was turned on as he thought of Malciah. He pretended he was masturbating for him. His balls began to pull in and tingle. His dick was super hard and felt exquisite and pleasurable.

 

"Oh, oh, um mm, ahh!"

 

Little moans escaped the boy's throat as his orgasm was quickly coming. Shane took a deep breath and jerked his body as shots of clear fluid jetted out of his pink dick head. Some more followed, landing on his shirt and pooling around the base of his cock. His hand fell away, and when he got his breath back, he looked over at his teacher and hoped that his ordeal was over.

 

"I hoped you enjoyed that Shane because that's the last time you will masturbate at school without supervision. And to make sure I drive the point home, I will now administer a spanking. Stand up!"

 

Mr. Harris was still mad by his tone of voice.

 

In complete shock, Shane numbly stood up. Drips of cum leaked down his leg and landed in his underpants. He watched his teacher as he turned the chair around.

 

"Bend over the back of the chair Shane and grip the legs."

 

"Please, don't spank me, Mr. Harris. I promise to never masturbate again." Shane had now begun to cry again.

 

"You will be punished properly like the naughty boy you are. Only dirty boys like you abuse their penis in that way. Now, over the chair, you go!"

 

Shaking, the youth bent over the high back chair, leaned down, and held onto the wooden legs. He felt his teacher spread his legs to span the chair. His toes just barely grazed the tile. Shane could sense all eyes glued to his buttocks and his exposed anus. His shrinking penis and sack dangled limply between his legs. He was so vulnerable in this position, and he knew it.

 

Mr. Harris walked over to the chalkboard ledge and picked up his wooden pointer stick. He stepped back to the splayed boy bum and took up his position.

 

"I shall administer twelve strokes on your buttocks to atone for your sinful transgression."

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!

 

The pointer connected with blazing speed and stung worse than anything Shane could believe.

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!

 

"Ahhhh, ohh!" yelled Shane.

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!

 

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!

 

A fourth red stripe made its mark on the boy's bottom.

 

SWOOSH, SMACK! Burning pain flooded Shane's butt cheeks.

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!

 

Shane was now howling from the agonizing pain.

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!

 

The teacher looked at his work and smiled at the raising welts.

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!

 

"Plleeassssseeee, no more!" begged the spanked boy.

 

Mr. Harris instead just brought down the pointer with even more force to hit the boy's bum.

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!

 

"Prepare for your final lash, Shane, it'll be the worst."

 

Mr. Harris gripped the stick with both hands and swung with all his strength at the battered ass in front of him.

 

SWOOSH, SMACK!!!!!!!!

 

"Oh, ah, gee, ugh!"

 

It was a blood-curdling scream of absolute pain. Shane was blubbering now incoherently. His butt ached and burned.

 

"Stand up boy, your punishment is just about over."

 

Mr. Harris helped him back to his feet.

 

Shane held one hand to wipe the tears away and used the other to rub the sting away. The pain had replaced any feeling of humiliation he once had.

 

"For the rest of the morning's lesson, you shall stand in the corner with your hands on your head and allow the other boys to see your red bottom. Now get."

 

Shane waddled over to the corner at the front of the room and buried his nose to the wall. He reluctantly took his hand away from his sore bottom and placed them on his head. He continued to cry, as he knew he was on display for all to see. His face reddened to match his buttocks as his embarrassment returned. Out of the corner of his eye, he spied Malciah looking at his bum. He smiled at Shane’s gaze. Shane felt better.