Taught a Lesson

Taught a Lesson 21

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Part 21

Connor moved swiftly out of the changing rooms and caught up with Nathan and Tom.

“What was that all about?” asked Nathan.

“Oh, err, nothing,” said Connor, doing his best to hide the piece of paper Simon had given to him.

“I hope we are going to get to the school office / sick bay in time,” muttered Tom, sounding worried. “We’ve never been this late before.”

“Yeah, what are we going to do if everything’s closed?” commented Nathan, sounding equally concerned.

“Well let’s stop talking and make a run for it,” said Connor, as he raced past his two friends.

A couple of minutes later and all three boys arrived a little breathlessly at the sick bay. They looked inside and saw to their enormous relief the box containing their clothes sitting on the chair waiting for them.

“I’ll just let Miss Peters know that we’re here,” said Tom. He went along to the office and knocked on the door, before opening in and sticking his head inside. “Hi Miss Peters, sorry we are much later today, we got held up after our PE lesson. We’re just getting changed now.”

“Thank you for letting me know,” she replied, “I was wondering what had happened to you. Another 15 minutes and I would have removed the box for safe-keeping and locked it in the office for the night.”

Tom went back and joined Nathan and Connor in the sick bay. “Phew, that was lucky,” he informed them, “if we had been much longer we really wouldn’t have had any clothes to walk home in. I don’t know what we would have done then.”

The three of them hurriedly got dressed and left the school building, walking down the deserted driveway and through the school gates.

“Wow, we really are the last to leave today,” exclaimed Nathan looking about him, “there’s no-one else in sight.”

As they walked along the road there was a strange air of quietness among them. Usually they were extremely chatty, or laughing or joking, or having an in-depth discussion about something or other, however this time they made their way in almost total silence. All of them had one thing on their minds and each of them was very focussed on their own thoughts; thinking deeply about what had happened in the showers after PE.

Where the point came for them to split off they exchanged a few brief words, said they would see each other in the usual place the following morning and then made their way home.

Connor walked into the driveway of his house and reached into the pocket of his jacket for his keys; as he did so he took out the piece of paper which Simon had given to him, and which was now quite crumpled. He opened it and looked at what was written on it; it said simply Simon and was followed by a mobile telephone number. He stared at it for several moments before folding it and putting it back in his pocket; arriving at the front door, he put the key in the lock, opened it and went inside.

As soon as he shut the door he heard Kirsten’s voice calling out to him from the lounge.

“Connor, is that you? Where have you been it’s nearly a quarter past five.”

Connor groaned; he didn’t want a full-scale inquisition from his sister as to why he was late home. He walked along the hallway to the lounge and stood in the doorway, noticing Kirsten, Jemma and another girl who he didn’t recognise.

“I got held up after PE,” he stated; “Nathan, Tom and I all had to do something before we were allowed to leave,” he continued. being a little creative with the truth, but not exactly lying. This response seemed to be enough to satisfy Kirsten’s curiosity and she didn’t question him any further.

“Mum’s on her way home, so you’d better get upstairs to your room and get stripped off,” announced Kirsten; “or you’ll be in trouble again.”

“Yes,” said Jemma, joining in, “go on hurry up.” She turned to the girl who was sitting next to her and said to Connor; “this is my friend Victoria, she’s staying for tea; and she can’t wait to see your willy. I’ve told her all about it, and that she can touch it as well.”

Connor looked at his younger sister, then at Victoria and let out a little moan under his breath; “that was the last thing he needed to happen tonight.” So much had gone on today that he was hoping to get home, have his tea and then go upstairs to his room. He had geography and maths homework to do as well which had to be done that evening as those were his first two lessons on Friday morning. He certainly didn’t want to have to spend any time with his two sisters, and he definitely didn’t want to have his cock played with again today, this time by an excited, giggling 11-year-old girl.

He made his way upstairs to his bedroom, opened the door and went through his normal routine of hurling his bag onto the floor, taking his shoes off and then throwing himself onto his bed and renewing his acquaintance with the ceiling by fixing his eyes on the usual spot above his bed.

The only exception to this routine was that the accustomed expletive was missing. Usually he would stare at the ceiling and swear, but today he didn’t. As he lay there he tried to analyse everything that was going through his mind, but at that moment in time it was impossible. Everything seemed to still be whizzing around in a state of complete confusion, which strangely enough summed up exactly how he felt. It had been a very full-on type of day, in fact looking back on it, it had been a real action-packed day where so much had happened, it was all still a blur. It was as though everything that had taken place was a particle of dust which was waiting to settle so that a complete picture of the day could be constructed.

Connor’s mind somehow flicked back to the present and he glanced across at his clock; 5.50pm. “Shit,” he muttered as he leapt up off the bed and started to take off his clothes. As he did so he heard his mother’s voice calling him from downstairs;

“Connor, Connor, are you there. Answer me please?”

“Hi mum,” Connor yelled; “I’m here, I’m just sorting out my homework. I’ve got a lot to get through tonight and it needs to be handed in tomorrow.”

“Okay,” his mum hollered back. “Tea’s going to be ready in about 20 minutes, so make sure you are downstairs for it, oh and remember we have a visitor this evening so please make sure you are dressed appropriately.”

“Yes, mum,” Connor shouted.

This interaction with his mother did actually have some significance as Connor took his homework out of his schoolbag and started to look at it. By the time his mum gave him a five-minute warning he had already answered three of the maths questions set by his teacher, and by the time he rushed downstairs he had, to his amazement completed half of his maths homework.

“Hi mum,” he said as he entered the kitchen, “anything I can do?”

“Oh, hi Connor,” his mother responded; “yes you can pour some juice out for everyone, I’m just about to dish up now.”

Connor duly poured out some fruit juice for all five of them as his mother plated up and put the very tasty smelling food on the table.

“Tea’s ready,” called out Mrs Maynard to Kirsten, Jemma and Victoria; who all appeared in an instant in the kitchen. Victoria stopped abruptly as soon as she saw Connor standing there completely naked for the first time; her eyes staring at his body, but focussing mainly at his lower half, and in particular his groin where she gazed transfixed at his cock.

“Wow, that smells awesome,” declared Kirsten as they all took their places at the table. Victoria was sat between Connor and Jemma and kept making sideways glances to her right trying to glimpse Connor under the kitchen table.

For the next few minutes there was an almost total silence as they all hungrily tucked into the meal that had just been served to them; it was southern fried chicken with a spicy tomato salsa, red pepper and courgette couscous and a cool cucumber and sour cream dressing.

“Mmmm, this is lovely,” said Kirsten, which of course provoked the others into complimenting Mrs Maynard on how nice the food was. Even Connor had to admit it was really delicious.

Of course, as soon as Kirsten started the conversation then it didn’t stop as the girls spoke almost non-stop about their day and what had happened, although strangely no mention was made about Kirsten and her friends getting very hands-on with Connor, Nathan and Tom.

Connor finished his tea and asked his mother if he could leave the table as he needed to get on with his homework. His mother said yes; that was however until Jemma interjected; “But mum, Victoria hasn’t seen Connor naked before and she really wanted to have a play with him before she went home,” she said pleadingly, looking at her mother.

“Ok Jemma,” her mother responded; “but Connor is right, his homework must take precedence, as I don’t want him falling behind with his grades.”

“Thanks mum,” Connor said, surprised that his mother was on his side for once.

“But I agree,” said Mrs Maynard, “that Victoria needs to see what a boy looks like naked and have a feel of him, so Connor, please go into the lounge for the next half an hour and then you can go upstairs for the rest of the evening to finish your homework.”

Connor groaned. It wasn’t ideal, but it was a reasonable enough compromise, and it meant he only had to be in the lounge with his sisters and Jemma’s friend for 30 minutes, and then he could escape back to his bedroom. He got down from the table and made his way through to the lounge; he had hardly sat down on the sofa before Jemma and Victoria came bounding excitedly into the room. The two girls sat either side of him; Jemma quickly reaching out her hand and fingering Connor’s cock and balls. She let go after a minute or so to enable Victoria to have her go; she had never seen a boy naked before, let alone touch one, so she was super excited to the point of being obsessed with getting her hands-on Connor. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around Connor’s cock which although still flaccid had started chubbing up a little after Jemma had touched it. She continued to stroke and caress it until it became hard in her hand.

“Ooooh wow! Look!” she squealed in delight, as Connor’s cock stuck up into the air in front of her; “it grew big and hard as I rubbed it,” she declared in a very shrill, very excitable voice.

Connor sat there looking nonplussed and completely underwhelmed at the reaction of this silly girl. He looked at the clock in the lounge which seemed to be ticking very slowly and wished the 30 minutes would hurry up and pass so that he could get back to his bedroom and get on with his homework. Victoria still had her hand wrapped around his hard cock, although she didn’t seem to know what else to do with it other than hold it as she was already doing. Connor was about to ask her whether she had finished playing with him when Kirsten appeared in the room.

“How’s it going Victoria?” she asked. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes,” replied the younger girl; “Look I’ve made Connor’s willy get hard.”

“I can see that,” said Kirsten with a smile; but what else are you going to do with it? You can make it do other things as well as getting it hard,” she announced throwing Connor a sly glance.

“Really?” muttered Victoria, looking surprised, “I didn’t know that, what else can it do?” she asked curiously.

“Would you like me to show you?” Kirsten replied.

“Ooooh yes please,” said Victoria, sounding hyper-excited now, if indeed that was possible.

“Okay, let me sit next to Connor and you sit the other side of him with Jemma so that you can both watch.” Victoria released her hold on Connor’s cock and moved to the other side of him on the sofa. Kirsten quickly took her place and reaching out wrapped her fingers around Connor’s still very hard cock.”

“Watch this,” declared Kirsten, “I think all of us are going to enjoy this.”

Connor drew in a sharp intake of breath as he felt Kirsten’s fingers wrap around his shaft. She started to manipulate and pump his cock. He groaned as she groped and fondled his balls and purred with contentment as her deft touch lit the touch paper for his impending climax. He couldn’t quite believe that he was about to be wanked off for the fourth time that day, and by four totally different people.

As Kirsten ran her fingers up and down the shaft of her brother’s cock with her right hand, so her left hand groped and stimulated his balls. Connor seemed to enjoy this and responded positively to her touch so she continued with it. Both Jemma and Victoria were fairly oblivious to the sexual gratification that Connor was experiencing; to them it was all a bit of fun; Connor was having his willy played with and they were all enjoying the moans and groans that Connor was emitting and were looking forward to seeing some sort of exciting outcome; which Jemma had seen before, but Victoria was yet to encounter.

Kirsten’s continued manipulation of his cock and balls was having the desired effect on Connor, and after a while he found that his body was responding and he was already on the ascent towards orgasm. He gasped and whimpered at his sister’s touch until he reached the familiar point of no return;

“Oh Fuck!” he wailed, “Aaaaagh! Mmmmmf! Ooooooh! Aaaaaagh!” as he shot his cum all over his chest and lower body.

Kirsten grinned as she watched her brother’s reaction; which was becoming a regular occurrence. Jemma squealed in delight as she watched Connor shoot his load, whilst Victoria stared in amazement, looking completely spellbound at what she had just witnessed.

“See,” said Kirsten to Victoria; “I told you it could do something else.”

Connor lay back on the sofa, taking in several deep breaths as the three girls gazed at him. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the table and wiped the cum off his chest and body, before standing up and announcing that he was going upstairs to finish his homework; “Goodnight everyone.”

Once upstairs, he closed the door to his bedroom and heaved a huge sigh of relief. It was just coming up to twenty-past seven and he really wanted to get his homework done. He sat down and continued with the maths problems; to his enormous relief he found that within half an hour he had completed the arithmetic and now only had geography to do. Using the internet and a couple of excellent reference books he was able to write what he considered to be a very good, detailed account about the Great Barrier Reef, which to his surprise he had actually really enjoyed writing.

By 9pm he had finished his homework. He packed his schoolbag for Friday’s lessons and then was about to lay back on his bed when he remembered the note from Simon. He stared at it for a few moments before picking up his phone and typing in; ‘Hi Simon, this is Connor.’ He then lay back on his bed and closed his eyes. A few moments later he heard the sound of an incoming text message to his phone.

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