David Miller is fourteen, and forever getting into trouble with his
teachers at Avondale, but Lady Bennett his sponsor, enjoyed nothing more
than to watch the young Adonis as he struggled to cope with the all the
pain and humiliation of his punishments.

At the sound of the wake up bell, David made his way to the cleansing
room, never minding to put anything on. Morning ablutions at Avondale are
always assisted, and he smiled as a naked Rebecca Allcot eagerly awaited
his arrival.

“Come along David!” she told him, holding an enema nozzle in one hand and
a tube of grease in the other, watching his cock react excitedly to her
nakedness.

“Oh, and what’s this?” she asked, noticing the feint darkening of one or
two curls around the base of his cock.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice them,” David said, licking his lips as he
readied himself for their removal.

“You know we aren’t allowed any hairs,” Rebecca reminded him, holding his
cock tightly in one hand, while reaching with the other to pick up a pair
of tweezers, the enema nozzle now momentarily forgotten.

“Can’t you just cut them off?” he asked hopefully.

Rebecca shook her head. “No David, they would grow back too soon,” she
told him.

Her nails ran along the underside of his swollen cock making him jerk and
gasp and, and as the soaring pleasure swept up through his loins, she
deftly plucked out one of the hairs.

“Please!” David gasped, the pain making him tense.

“Do try to remain still, David,” she murmured, smiling and stroking his
cock to renew his stiffness before reaching for yet another hair.

Once again, the pain of the hair being plucked had out caused raging
pleasure within him.

Then she was stroking him again to take the dull after-pain away, keeping
his cock rampant until no hairs remained.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?” he asked.

David stroked his tender abdomen before turning to the side, and then
obediently bent over. He prepared himself for what was to follow, and
gripped the edge of the cold enamelled bath and waited.

“And you don’t?” she giggled.

Rebecca picked up the large nozzle, and with fresh lubricant on her
fingers, smeared his anus. She couldn’t resist feeding a finger into his
bottom, as she watched his cock jerk with his excitement.

“It always feels so funny,” he admitted, his breath now quickening as her
finger turned inside him, and then slid out again.

The nozzle now positioned, she pushed it inwards. David gasped; his head
hanging down as he felt the large object slide in, the special ridges
opening his colon even wider. The very feel of it within him made his
cock lurch and he groaned, wishing he could touch it.

“There we go,” Rebecca breathed.

She turned the tap on, then slid her hand between his thighs and past his
balls to run her fingers along his cock and grip it, feeling it jerk and
pulse as the water began to fill him up.

“Nice?” she asked.

David nodded, unable to talk as the warm liquid invaded his bottom and
her hand gently squeezed and tugged his cock and balls, keeping him
painfully hard.

“Remember to tell me when you’re coming David,” Rebecca murmured.

Kneeling down, she expertly fondled his cock and then gently moved the
nozzle up, down and around within him, listening to his little gasps and
sobs while watching the expression on his young face.

“Now, now!” David cried, a wondrous feeling rising within him.

He cried out with delight and felt his cock shooting his seed, urged on
by her warm hand until nothing was left. Only then did she turn off the
tap and let him sit on the porcelain bowl to expel the water.

******

David joined the others for the deportment lesson. Grouped by ability
rather than age, he was in a class with both older and younger pupils all
reacting with the same degree of awkwardness as himself.

It was hard for him to concentrate, as Joanne had just been punished and
now stood in the corner crying, her caning clearly showing across her
lovely bottom and thighs.

David stumbled twice while glancing at her, each time earning him a scowl
from Miss Davenport, the sadistic teacher.

“You’re not concentrating,” she told him, the cane she carried waving in
his direction, making his mouth grow dry.

“I am sorry, Miss,” he mumbled, and tried harder to follow, trying to
concentrate on that and his breathing at the same time, vainly trying to
ignore the softly weeping girl.

“You, you, and you,” Miss Davenport called, her finger now pointing
towards two of the girls and David.

“Remove your clothes,” she told them. They obeyed, and stood naked
awaiting her next instruction.

“Now!” Miss Davenport called, clapping her hands for their attention.

They began to walk around the room carrying books balanced on their
heads, following the routine they had been taught.

David followed, but their bottoms caught his attention and as they
turned, the sight of their breasts and smooth hairless cunts caused him
to lose concentration, stubble and drop his book.

“Enough!” Miss Davenport called, clapping her hands.

David let his eyes slide down the girl’s bodies, marvelling at their
smooth skin before dragging his eyes over to Miss Marshall, who was now
pointing directly at his erect cock with her cane.

“What you need David, is a lesson in self-control,” she told him, a smile
on her face that all but betrayed her reasoning.

David licked his lips, feeling light-headed and a little frightened.

“Come along!” Miss Davenport said, leaving the rest of the deportment
lesson to her assistant, taking him straight to the punishment room.

******

Lady Bennett was already waiting in the viewing room, when David was led
into the punishment room.

Geraldine Davenport inhaled the subtle scent, remembering the pupils she
had enjoyed punishing, especially all their screams and desperate pleads
for her to stop.

“Have I punished you before, David?” she asked.

“No Miss,” he murmured, licking his lips and watching enthralled as she
started to remove her clothes.

“Well David, I don’t tolerate boys who can’t control themselves,” she
told him, smiling as she saw his cock defiantly erect again, his eyes
open wide in wonder of her lovely naked body.

“Will you ever learn, David?” she asked him sharply.

David licked his lips, his nervousness rising at the thought of Miss
Davenport’s punishment lesson. Yet his worry didn’t stop him admiring the
naked teacher in front of him, his young mind conjuring up how it might
feel were he ever to touch her. Knowing that Lady Bennett would be
watching David’s punishment, she turned her attention to choosing an
implement from the wall.

A wooden rail had been placed parallel to the spy holes and the whole
room was covered in mirrors. The mirrors meant that everything that
happened both in front and behind the pupil could be seen, whether in the
room or through the spy holes.

Choosing a long slender and flexible cane that had been especially
imported from India, she felt its length and exquisite smoothness.

“Stand facing the rail, and watch yourself in the mirror,” she told him
sternly. He took up position, his cock below the rail, just a few feet in
front of the spy holes. He stared at his reflection and felt his blood
race as he saw his mistress step up to his side.

Miss Davenport towered over him as she admired his tight bottom, and took
a fresh grip on the cane.

“Now! For your lesson, David,” she breathed as she tapped his rampant
cock with her cane. Her arm rose and her wrist expertly flicked the cane
downward.

It landed with a sharp crack across his bottom, and she smiled as David
let out a cry of pain and arched, his cock jerking upwards under the rail
as if caressed.

“Nothing quite like being caned, is there?” she remarked.

“No miss,” David admitted.

With a light chuckle Miss Davenport leaned against him, brushing his
shoulder with the hard stub of her dark nipples as she leant forward,
first to caress his bruised bottom, then to run her fingernails along the
underside of his cock.

She chuckled as she brought his cock to aching stiffness again, and then
stepped back to deliver another harsh stroke.

She aimed low this time, creating a line on the full underside of his
bottom, making him rise onto his toes as he cried out and shook with the
pain.

She watched, thrilled with the way his lean young muscles stood out, his
stomach drawn in and his chest thrust out.