Reward

Truant Officer



You may have heard stories from my friend who teaches English at an all boys academy that is pro-corporeal punishment. In fact, it is through his urgings that I have decided to share a story of two of my own adventures. While he certainly enjoys his job, I must say that mine is as pleasurable – if not more so – than his own. You see, I also work at that same academy.



I am its truant officer.



Whenever one of these virile young men miss classes for anything other than approved reasons, it falls to me to point out to them the error of their ways. Some days, it may be only one or two, some days there have been as many as ten. The academy is small – holding only a hundred or so students – so my position is not as difficult as it otherwise might be had I more young men to keep up with.



I have disciplined many a boy in many ways, all of them I have enjoyed and quite often those I discipline have come to look forward to. Truly, the term \'boy\' really does not fit as the youngest pupil here is sixteen. We handle the last two years of their schooling, and seventeen in our country makes one a legal adult, but that is a distinction solely to point out the word \'boy\' is used rather loosely, as they are in fact, far closer to being men.



However, I digress.



It is my duty to seek out and administer discipline – or if needed, help and advice – to any young man missing from his day\'s classes. In the cases requiring discipline I must admit my favorite form is that of a bare assed over the knee spanking. Of course, there are times when my hand is not the sole implement in use, as well as times when other things such as anal toys come into play. In those situations it is a treat given to those who take their punishments well. I believe my friend calls it \'reward\', however, I see it more as… after service if you will.



As my friend has his favorites, so too do I have mine. There are several young men here I greatly enjoy, but my favorite by far is Brian. Yes, I know I named him, however there is more than one Brian presently residing in this school, and as you do not know the name of this institution or its students, I feel safe in doing so. In any case, while my Brian is built like a jock with firmly muscled abs, strong shoulders and a deliciously beefy ass, he is, in fact, a scholar. He just happens to come from athlete stock.



I remember the first time I disciplined him with great pleasure.



He\'d been absent from all classes that day, had not gone to visit the school nurse, nor had he shown for meals. I went to his dorm to discuss with him the error of his ways in full uniform, paddle securely seated in my back pocket, and opened the door to discover him mid-wank. His cock is a thing of beauty, and I remember the way my mouth watered at the sight of it; thick and red and leaking copious amounts of pre-come. There is no sight more fetching than a wet cock ready to be sucked, except perhaps, a freshly spanked and fingered ass ready to be fucked, hole open and begging.



I entered the room and closed and locked the door, then fixed the most menacing look on my face I could manage. "Is this why you\'ve missed all classes today you man?" I asked. "Too busy pulling that cock to get out of bed?" I let my eyes roam down his body to rest of his package, enjoying the sight of needy cock and heavy balls. It was all I could do not to lick my lips and suck him off right then.



Instead, I motioned him to his feet and sat on the edge of his bed, then pulled him over my lap. I spread his legs so I his cheeks parted and could see that tempting little hole, then slid my hand over that smooth, muscular ass. He squawked in indignation but I merely squeezed one firm mound of ass flesh and instructed him to be silent.



"As your truant officer, it is my duty to discipline you for failure to attend you classes," I informed him as I raised one leg so it rested on the toes, pushing his ass higher in the process. I allowed my fingers to slide into the crevice for a moment, pressing lightly against that tight puckered flesh, then lifted my hand and brought it down with a resounding slap.



"You will attend all classes," I told him as I rained spanks one each cheek, "every day. If you are ill, you will report to the nurse\'s office for an excusal from classes. If you do not comply, this punishment shall be visited upon you again."



Over and over I smacked him, enjoying the sight of his bum turning a beautiful red, the firm mounds bouncing with each blow. When I\'d reduced him to near crying I stopped and caressed him, pressing between the cheeks once more to rub at the hole I want to fill with my cock, teasing the flesh until he began moaning. His cock - which had lost it\'s firmness – grew once more and I shifted my legs so it was trapped between them, giving him something to stroke against as I resumed his spanking.



When he was a lovely bruised red, I ceased the discipline and placed my fingers at his lips. "Suck," I told him and nearly moaned as wet heat wrapped around my fingers and the slick muscle of his tongue curled between them. I was hard no myself, but I\'d decided that this first time, I would restrain myself. If ever he needed discipline again, I would take my pleasure, but this would be about introducing him to the pleasure I could give.



When I felt my fingers were wet enough to penetrate him easily, I used my free hand to pull his cheeks wider apart and slowly inserted the first finger, allowing the groan of pleasure to escape my throat so he knew I was enjoying what I did to him. Soon I had the digit working in and out of that tight hot ass easily, and added the second, probing for his prostate. Once I found it, I massaged the gland mercilessly until he came all over my trousers, enhancing his orgasm by continuing to rub that sweet bundle of nerves until he fell limply across my thighs.



I gave him several moments to get himself together, then stood him up and licked the remains of his orgasm from his spent prick. It was sublime. I\'m certain he saw the budge in my trousers – indeed, it would have been difficult to miss – as I stood and gave him a small smile. "The orgasm was for accepting your punishment so well," I told him and began heading for the door. "Remember my words, " I added as I reached it. "If you fail to comply with school rules regarding attendance again, I will once more have to mete out punishment."



I opened the door then, stepped out and closed it behind me, but not before I saw the look on his face as he tentatively reached behind himself to slide a finger into his ass. I knew then that I would be disciplining him again, and I have, many times. In fact, most of the time, he seeks me out himself when he fails to attend class – even when he had good reasons not to.