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A boy's Nightmare (Aember and Shinka)

When he was asked to re-do areas, Jeremy would hesitantly reply, burning with shame. It was even more shameful when his teacher approached him with a rag and began to do his backside, especially his bottom. A small noise was made in Jeremy's throat and he resisted the strong urge to sink into a seated positon and prevent his teacher from touching him, but he knew that would only garner punishment, so he stood still, his face bright red.
 
Nolan did insist the boy sit down as he washed his head. How degrading for a boy of 13 to be washed like he was three. Although, Jeremy was taking it rather well. He'd hardly said a word for hours. It was a little...disappointing. Nevertheless, he'd be hearing the sweet voice ring out all night, he was sure of that. The longer he had to wait the sweeter the sound would be! Oh, how he planned to make the other scream!

Rinsed, the teacher helped him out of the slippery tub and dried him off. "Turn around and bend over, hands on the toilet cover," he instructed of the younger. The toy he had in his hand was nothing monstrous. It would take a little effort to get it, but no real pain just serious discomfort for somebody Jeremy's age. He wanted to prepare the boy for this evening...taking him straight up might damage the boy, causing his doctor trips and whatever else. That would not be good!
 
As he was forced to sit down for his hair to be washed, Jeremy twitched his head away slightly, but to resist the urge to pull away completely he bit his lip and closed his eyes so soap wouldn't get into them. Hell, this was easy. . .It was humiliating, yes, but it wasn't as humiliating to him as eating off the floor. Not at all. It wasn't worth protesting over and possibly getting punished for again.

However, when he was dried and ordered to bend over the toilet, Jeremy's eyes widened as the memory of the video last night flashed through his head. The boy shook his head viciously and backed away from Nolan, pressing against the wall and looking at the man with wide eyes. "No," he growled.
 
Nolan only grinned. It was about bloody time the boy showed some life! He was actually considering just selling him on line and looking for a new kid. There was no anger on Nolan's face. If anything he was excited by that no as he approached the other. "I don't recall giving you a choice, Jeremy," he reminded reaching for the boy's hands. It helped that they were together, easy to grasp and easy to manage. He pulled the boy back over to the middle of the floor.

"I'm getting the impression, Jeremy, that you liked being tussled up and forced...does it excite you?" he teased, laughing.
 
Jeremy narrowed his eyes and pulled his hands back, but they were quickly grasped. He tugged his hands, trying to get them out of Nolan's grasp. As he was drug, his heels fought for purchase against the tile floor, though his tries were unsuccessful. In his blind want to get away, Jeremy growled and let his legs give out from underneath him, causing him to fall to his butt, but at least he felt more protected like that.

"I said no, you pervert!"
 
Nolan was amused. "I thought we were past the insults?" he questioned. "Did you not have enough time with the gag?" he asked with a tilt of his head. The teacher sat on the toliet and watched his student for a few moments from his seat on the floor.

He grinned as he thought of a story. "You know, back in the Seventies and back they use to give teachers permission to discipline children as they seen fit. Teachers could use paddles, switches or rulers to their hearts content. This was of course before my time, but I remember stories my parents told me. I really wish they would bring those privileges back. I'd just love to teach some of you boys a lesson sometimes in class," he said laughing.

"Anyways...what say you to a little role-playing?" he said dragging the boy up off the floor and to his lap. "I'll play the teacher and you can be a naughty student needing to be taught a sound lesson, okay?" he said easily placing the squirming boy over his lap.
 
Jeremy glared as Nolan told his 'stories.' The only thing that the boy could think of was how much of a pervert his teacher was. He bet that he wanted to play with more of the boys. . .Which only lead to disgusting thoughts of how many perverse thoughts the teacher had thought while teaching. . .and with wich boy? Was every other boy in their class in possible danger?

He yelled in protest as he was drug up and placed over Nolan's lap. Jeremy squirmed viciously, kicking his legs and pushing with his bound hands.
 
The bound naked boy in his lap, thrashing around like he was, caused him to become just a little uncomfortable. If Jeremy stopped moving long enough he might even notice. "Resist as you please, pet..." he informed. One of Nolan's arm laid across his shoulder blades, keeping him down, a leg wrapped around Jeremy's slightly pulling him under. Nolan's free hand? It lifted, gained a little height and smacked without warning across the soft bare skin.
 
At the challenge, Jeremy only thrashed harder. When the hand came down sharply on his bottom, his flesh jiggled and his body stopped squirming a bit only to let him cry out, loudly, almost in a scream. He could feel Nolan pressing against his stomach, and that fact only made him whimper and thrash again, trying to use his hands to claw at any part of Nolan that he could reach for.
 
Nolan paused, blinking back in surprise. That was an awful loud scream for just a little swat, he thought, thoroughly amused. Not that it was a swat to ride off, it was a good sounding one. And with that came four more to follow. He wondered...was this Jeremy's first spanking? Kids now a days only got time-outs it seemed. HOw he soaked up every scream. He was too busy concentrating on his task and growing erection to worry about Jeremy's clawing.
 
Yes, it was his first spanking, and he wasn't liking it in the least bit. The first swat hurt, yes, but the scream was more to vocalize his extreme dislike of the situation. However, as the next four really gave him something to scream about as his ass turned red and began to smart.
 
Nolan continued to ten...stopping only when Jeremy started to stop thrashing out of frustration and started withering from the smarting pain. Both his cheeks were a nice cherry red, how warm if felt under his hand as he petted the abused flesh. The spanking wasn't anything bad...however sitting for the next few hours was going to be uncomfortable. "You going to bed over now or should I continue to twenty," he asked giving a little swat to help edge him in the right direction.


((Honesty is key...still having fun?))
 
[Yep.]

Though his bottom hurt like hell, he was deathly afraid of what would happen if he did bend over. He'd heard that boy crying in the video the night before! He didn't want to bend over and let Nolan do the exact same thing to him. "N. . .No," Jeremy hissed out through his teeth. The little swat made his body jump and his fists pound against Nolan. "No! I. . .I won't let you. . ." His body trembled.
 
Nolan smiled a little, the trembling was so cute! "You poor thing, why are you choosing the painful of the two?" he asked curiously. Nolan paused a moment to brush away his wet hair so he might see that young face distorted with pain. "Very well, ten more then..." he announced and started swatting the boy again without any mercy. Each swat was as hard as the first. When he finished, five on each cheek, both were fire red and starting to chap. Again he stroked the soft burning flesh...
 
By the time the last ten were administered, Jeremy had tears down his cheeks and he had stopped trying to writhe away. It was obvious, by his stubbornness, that he didn't believe Nolan when he said being spanked would hurt more than him beding over and leting Nolan. . .A shudder ran through him, and Jeremy yelped as a hand ran over his chapped, red asscheeks. "Stop! Stop!"
 
The tears is what Nolan was aiming for. He put the boy back up on his feet, drawing him forward by his collar and kissing the tears that ran from his eyes. "You cannot win this battle, my pet. I promise it won't hurt," he told as he stood to offer the toilet to Jeremy. The older was patient with the teen...he was a teacher after all.


Short...sorry... >_<
 
When Nolan kissed his tears Jeremy tried to recoil, and he pulled his teeth back in a hiss. He still didn't believe the man, that this wouldn't hurt, and that could be told be told by the way he hesitantly bent over the toilet, still shaking with fear. His cheeks were bright red, which framed his quivering little asshole quite nicely.
 
Nolan waited patiently still...knowing the threat of more punishment lingered it would seem Jeremy was a little more willing this time around. At least there was not disrespecting words to follow. "You'll be thanking me later," he informed the boy as he turned back to the toy laying on the counter-top. "This will be a little uncomfortable, but it won't hurt..." he prepared the other as the tip of the plug was pressed against his sweet little whole. "Relax," he ordered. The only real pain Jeremy would feel was Nolan's hand on his red ass. The toy was slowly forced into him...inching against the natural push but again it was far too small and lubricated to hurt.
 
The hand on his ass distracted him from what was going on, and the only sound that came out of Jeremy was a small whimper at the pain of having his ass touched. He only really realized how uncomfortable the small thing in his ass was once it was fully in. "T--that's it?"
 
The way the toy was made, the middle being slightly larger and then tapering off to a smaller neck and then large again. This little dip allowed the boy's asshole to create a seal around the toy and keep it in place. That second larger part was to keep the toy form going in any further. The with of two fingers at best, certainly nothing painful. "Hmm...starting to regret all that fussing earlier?" he chuckled as he gave the boy's butt a light, playful swat. It was something that would evoke pain from his red ass and maybe an odd sensation from the toy brushing up further inside him.

After the boy was back up straight he pulled him into his arms and held him close. Despite what Nolan had done he was very fond of Jeremy. And despite Jeremy's discomfort, shock and hate...it was good for children to be loved on. "I'm very proud of you..." he told and kissed the top of the boy's head. "Now...would you like to play some games or take a nap?" he offered. The boy deserved a reward he took a lot today.
 
Jeremy could feel his inner muscles squeezing around the strange intrusion, and though it didn't hurt, it unnerved him greatly. He pressed his lips together and shook his head at Nolan's question, but then he yelped and jerked away from the older man when the hand swatted his butt. Not only was it painful, but it did create an odd sensation inside of himself. He whimpered and glared at Nolan's chest as he was pulled close, and he even tried to push away from the teacher's grasp as his head was kissed. He didn't want such damn affection, after what the man had done to him. "I want to be alone," he asserted, and glared up at Nolan.
 
"If are going to continue to be like you'll find life very difficult. I'm trying to be fair here, Jeremy..." he told and sighed letting the boy go from his hug. "As you know, I cannot let you have run of that house as you please. So if you do not wish to do anything but be alone you'll just have to go into your cage..." he told reaching out to take the boy by his bound hands like a small child.
 
Jeremy looked at Nolan like he was crazy. "I don't want the run of the house," he imitated, then narrowed his eyes, jerking his hands back along with his body. "I want to be in a room, away from you," he spat, and then showed his teeth in a scowl.
 
By run of the house Nolan had only meant it as an expression...saying he couldn't just leave the boy alone. Although he was not worried about him leaving the house, thanks to his nifty collar there was phones to be used. Well, if they could be found. It wasn't easy but he couldn't take that chance. "You did not take my offer so you'll go where i put you," he said reclaiming the hand and holding if firm enough so the other couldn't get loose.

He drug the boy off to the main room of the basement...in the corner was a large cage, big enough to easily fit two grown men comfortable in space. He opened it and waited for him to walk in on his own. "You can be alone here then...until supper time..." he informed the boy.
 
Even when his hands were grabbed he still tried to tug himself free, and upon finding that he could gain no ground, he childishly let his hands fall limp, and he pouted, furrowing his eyebrows. When he saw the cage the first dry thought was that at least it was bit, and as it was opened he huffed, shoved his nose in the air, and walked into the cage. It was odd to walk with the thing in his ass, and he walked a bit funnily, but he didn't seem to notice. Once in the cage he carefully laid on his stomach.
 
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