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The Spanking of Rufus
by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com
As Sister Isabelle paced the front of the classroom, she noticed
once again that Rufus was nervously trembling in his seat. Something
about him made him stand out from the rest of the boys. As she
walked up and down the straight aisles of paired desks, peering
over shoulders, watching the children practicing their penmenship,
she contemplated Rufus and the reason she found him such a delight
to spank and humiliate.
Perhaps it was his plumb bubbled bottom, or the way he walked
nervously, shuffled half-ran everywhere he went. His clumsy way
of pushing through the crowd of the cafeteria, dropping his tray,
standing and crying and pouting, lip quivering victim, getting
the other students in trouble. Perhaps her fascination started
when she witnessed Rufus's mother pick him up one day after school.
She coddled the boy, stroking his hair, wiping his nose with a
hanky, the love she had for her sop of a son - just made Sister
Isabelle feel.....evil.
So it was no surprise that today, Sister Isabelle found herself
standing over Rufus watching intently as he practiced his cursive
letter G's. She waited, knowing that her dark robed presence would
soon cause him to sputter and fail. As his hand quivered in half
readiness to apply his fully inked pen to the paper, Sister Isabelle
let out a low little "hmmm."
Just this noise was enough to send Rufus into a spasm and he splattered
ink across his paper.
"Sloppy work will get your hands rulered, you know that don't
you Rufus"
A stream of urine dripped from Rufus's chair and onto the varnished
floor. It made a small river between the boards and down the row
of desks. As Rufus gasped in his shame, children further down
the aisle smiled and elbowed each other and placed small bits
of paper in the yellow river as it trickled by. They were use
to Rufus and his daily torture, not only with Sister Isabelle
but on the playyard as well.
A quick grab of his ear and Rufus found himself once again over
the front of Sister's desk. His plump bottom poking high and his
sobbing voice begging for his pants to remain up. The class tittered,
wanting to watch the spectacle of Rufus once again getting his
bottom whacked, perhaps they also were jealous of the love his
mother showered on her precious pouty little lamb!
As his now bare bottom gets splattered with red angry ruler slaps,
Sister Isabelle notices Rufus's new shame. The reason he seems
to be crying extra hard today. He has a stiff little woody!
Sister Isabelle sneers with a new sinister mission and stops spanking
long enough to order him to stand up and turn around. Rufus grabs
hold of his front instead of his sore bottom and dances back and
forth on his lowered wet pants.
"No, oh oh no! Please Sister NO! I promise I'll do better, pleeeeaaasseee,
I might have to pee again! Please!"
Sister Isabelle swacks at his legs, has him turn around, then
tells the blushing boy to remove his hands and place them straight
out for a rulering. As Rufus sobs, so ashamed of his out of control
rock hard willie, he places his hands out straight palms up and
simply sniffles and whines. The class watches in horror as Sister
Isabelle slaps each palm then lowers the ruler down for one final
smack on his erection.
Rufus grabs himself and dances.
"OHH nooo nooooo. I won't do it again. Noooo!"
Sister Isabelle purses her lips to keep from smiling and tells
Rufus to place his hands on his head. She reminds him that touching
himself there is the worst sin imaginable promising a repeat punishment
after school and then points her ruler toward the corner. Rufus
shuffles and sniffles himself there, hands atop his head - red
bottom blazing and a now deflated and punished virility.
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After school the sounds of freedom echo the halls and fade. Rufus
alone in the corner, sniffling anew at his fate. Alone with Sister
Isabelle.
She takes a moment to lock the solid classroom door and seat herself
on her desk chair center stage. Calling the naughty Rufus to her
she has him step out of his wet soiled pants now bunched and dusty
at his feet.
He stand before her and she grabs hold of his penis, stroking
him erect again as he blubbers and cries, hands still atop his
head. She smacks his bottom and tells him to SHUSH. She wants
to repeat her earlier performance, now, alone, then spank his
naughty bubbled bottom. He dances back and forth on his feet,
this time knowing what will happen makes it torture even more,
as he places his hands out straight. Again three smacks, left
palm - right palm then....
Rufus remains stoic, tears streaming down his plump face cheeks,
snot dripping out his nose as Sister looks toward the locked classroom
door then back at Rufus and his throbbing sore willie. Her lips
part and she licks them. Some strange feeling of desire creeps
over her, wanting to take the thing she hurt and comfort it. She
lowers herself onto his small still erect member and sucks him
entirely in. Rufus gasps and rocks on his heels, begging pleading
for this to stop! Then he shudders and unloads and sobs for his
lost little boy soul.
Sister Isabelle sits erect again, an odd smile crosses her lips
as she pulls Rufus half naked across her lap. She spanks him and
reminds him what a sinner he is, and how he should be so ashamed
and not tell anyone or he will surely end up in hell.
© 2001by zprymantis@smilingwithteeth.com, not to be reposted or distributed
without permission
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