Leopold's Piano Teacher 2

By Mauve Pearl

Copyright 2020 by Mauve Pearl, all rights reserved

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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. 

Leopold was putting away dishes, unpacking more and more boxes as Ms. Lina called his mother. She informed Mrs. Dillinger that he would be home later than expected. Leopold wore only a white apron as he was still on punishment.

Lina came up from behind him, and put her arms around him. She rested her head on his shoulder. She wanted more, but she couldn't risk things escalating and her getting pregnant. Instead, Lina began caressing Leopold's bottom as he continued his punishment. He could feel her firm breasts press up against him. She moved her hand around to his crotch, cupping his balls. Leopold's face turned red, and he felt out a few moans as she began stroking his cock. Lina snapped out of the trance, and went into the living room. In the end, he didn't mind the teasing and denial as it was still better than being at home.

The hour was up and it was time for Mr. Dillinger to go home. They would meet again for another piano lesson next week. As he got dressed, Lina kissed him on the forehead and ruffled his hair, wishing him a safe trip home. He blushed as he made his way home.

Leopold got home to find his mother on the couch, drinking wine with Mrs O'Connor. Mrs. Dillinger's speech was slurred but she was able to say, "Get undressed!"

Leopold knew the rules. He took off his clothes, and headed to the kitchen. He heard Mrs. O'Connor go on about how much better the world would be if corporal punishment was better enforced.

"I should have beat Johhny better!" She declared. Johnny O'Connor was her younger son. It was a scandal in 1945 when it was revealed that Johnny had met a Japanese girl while serving overseas, and decided to marry her. The O'Connors were deeply ashamed of him, and acted as if he had passed away.

"Society went to hell when teachers stopped beating boys! I beat my little Andy all the time, and he turned into a fine man!"

Andrew O'Connor had fought and died in World War II. The family had considered him a hero and the golden child, while Johnny was a traitor to his community and family.

Whenever Mrs. Dillinger got drunk, it was Leopold's turn to make dinner. If he didn't cook, then there would be no dinner. He put on the green, frilly apron to make a casserole.

Mrs. Dillinger and her friend stumbled over to the table. Both women took out cigarettes and began smoking. As Leopold prepared the dish, his mother started stroking his hair.

"Your father had hair just like this," she said. "It was this same shade of blond."

She lifted the apron to show Mrs. O'Connor her son's flaccid penis.

"Now," Mrs. Dillinger noticed as she rubbed his pubic hair, "his pubic hair was much darker. You're lucky it isn't dark brown."

Leopold's pubic hair had started growing when he was eleven. No one was there to explain it to him, and he had felt like a monster because of it. There was a recurring nightmare that he had about him being exposed in public. The kids would point in horror and disgust as Leopold stood in shame and humiliation.

"Had I beat Johnny more, he wouldn't have married some slut with slanted eyes!" Mrs. O'Connot lamented.

Leopold ignored her racist remarks, and took out his school books to finish homework while the casserole baked in the oven. Mrs. Dillinger blabbed incoherent gibberish as her speech became more and more garbled. Mrs. O'Connor talked more about how much she missed Andy as she drank more wine.

The three had a silent dinner. The chair stuck to his bare skin, making sitting uncomfortable. He shifted around until his mother snapped at him to stop fidgeting. Afterwards, he cleaned the table and prepared to sleep for the night. The two women stayed in the living room to talk more.



Lina couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in her white nightgown, waking up again after five minute intervals. She kept having dreams about Leopold. Her nipples were rock hard and she could feel wetness between her legs. When the thoughts got more intense, she swore it felt like she had a heartbeat down there between her legs. Even at twenty five, she had never been married let alone had sex with a man. Sex before was taboo in her old community. Had her family found out, she would have been sent to a convent to avoid shame and disgrace. Lina was not happy with her life of solitude but finding a man seemed impossible for her. Leopold, on the other hand, was handsome and kind. He was gentle and passive... or so Lina thought.

 

Leopold slept naked that night. He wasn't allowed to wear pajamas due to his punishment, and he didn't have the mental energy to rebel. The last time he had been defiant, his mother had spanked him with the wooden paddle for an hour. It had hurt so much, he couldn't sit down without the black bruise burning even more.

He slept on his side since his five inch erection refused to go down. He tossed and turned in bed, only for it to start leaking precum. The fantasies about Lina started pouring in. He wanted to see her naked, laying down on the bed for him to ravish. At only fourteen, Lina was the only woman to have ever shown any sort of sexual interest in him. Leopold stared down at the tent formed in his bedsheets, and knew he was in for a long night.

The next morning, he showered in freezing cold water, hoping it would take his mind of off his lustful feelings. He rubbed the bar of soap all over his body, filling the shower and tub with white foam. He slowly stroked his cock, letting out little moans. Out of nowhere, the shower curtain flung open.

"What the hell?!" Leopold yelled. He was horrified to see Mrs. O'Connor standing before him, looking hungover from the past night.

"Don't talk to me that way, young man!" She snapped.

"I'm showering. Can't this wait?" He asked.

Mrs. O'Connor bent down and began pulling at his foreskin. The sight of his neighbor made his erection disappear in an instant.

"I have to check you for hygiene. Your mom doesn't believe you groom well enough."

Leopold buried his face in his hands as his redheaded neighbor fondled him. Rumor had it that Mrs. O'Connor had never been an attractive woman. She had always had a sour expression and pasty skintone since infancy.

"Your voice hasn't even dropped, and you think you're a man?" She barked.

Leopold felt like crying as she tugged on his still flaccid penis. He slowly lowered his arms, feeling defeated.

"Crying doesn't get you anywhere!" Mrs. O'Connor screamed.

Abruptly, she turned him around and ordered him to bend down. She spread his ass apart, and insert her pinky finger.

"That hurts!" He yelled out.

Mrs. O'Connor went over to the sink, and washed her hands.

Without looking back, she told him, "You don't know what pain is."

She promptly walked out as Leopold stood there, water still running and him still covered with soap.





Myrtle was a sad woman. The local library was practically empty that day, so she was waiting around at her station killing time. Having just turned thirty, it was the talk of the rural town that poor Ms. Myrtle Berthill would end up a spinster. She tried combing her frizzy brown hair, but it was no use as it seemed permanently damaged.

Myrtle put down the comb and mirror as soon as she heard somebody coming in. Leopold walked up to the desk, returning his book, Faust by Goethe.

Myrtle adjusted her giant glasses, and asked why he wasn't at school.

"I just got out. It's 3:45," Leopold informed her.

"Do you want another German story?" Myrtle asked.

"No, I think I'll go with Paradise Lost," he said as he put the book on the counter.

"Good choice, Leopold," she said.

Leopold was looking for any excuse to stay longer. He didnt want to face his mother, who was home by now from her secretarial job.

"Is something wrong?" She asked.

"I'm fine," He lied.

"You don't have to go home immediately," Mrtyle reminded him.

"There is something else," Leopold said.

Myrtle could tell it was something private by his change in body language.

"Is there a book, like an encyclopedia, about human development?" He asked.

"You need to be more specific," Ms. Myrtle said.

"Puberty," he whispered.

Ms. Myrtle was taken aback. She knew he was fourteen and that was to be expected at that age, but she still saw Leopold as a child in a navy sailor's suit like when she had first met him.

"I'm sorry, Leopold, but those encyclopedias are banned," Myrtle informed him.

He sighed. He wasn't shocked considering the conservative nature of the town, but it still was disappointing to hear. He didn't know where else to turn to.

Leopold took Paradise Lost and his school satchel over to an empty chair. He began the epic poem, and entered a much needed escape from his reality.

He looked over at Ms. Myrtle. He considered her a very plain woman, with her ankle length skirts and shapeless cardigans. Leopold did not view her as being ugly, such as how he viewed Ms. O'Connor. But there was this warmth about her that he thought about. He began wondering what she would look like with red lipstick, shorter hair, and without her wool sweaters.



The rest of the week came and went. It was again time for another piano lesson. Leopold was sweaty and anxious. He could feel his heart racing as he knocked on the door. Leopold quickly recalled that Ms. Lina's door was usually left unlocked, so he let himself in.

Leopold took of his pullover, shirt, and pants. He stood there in his undergarments, hoping Ms. Lina would change her mind. Afterall, Mrs. Dillinger wasn't here to enforce the rules.

Lina stepped out in a beige satin robe. Her straight hair was down, but she had on a full face of makeup including red lipstick. She took one look at her student, and reminded him he would not be exempt.

"Rules are rules, mister!" She commanded.

Reluctantly, she took off his undershirt and pulled down his underwear. He walked over to the piano and took his seat.

Lina, still in her robe, instructed him to play the song "Je te veux" by Satie. He followed the sheet music, while she stood behind him. As she corrected his finger placements, he would feel the soft fabric of her robe against his skin. When he wasn't feeling the satin, he was feeling her silky hair tickling his neck and shoulders.

Lina changed the sheet music to Elegie by Rachmaninoff. Leopold stopped playing as soon as Lina began rubbing his shoulders.

"I don't like that!" He snapped.

"Leopold," Ms. Lina said calmly, "come set down on the couch.

Lina had become very serious as she guided Leopold over to the sofa. Leopold's bare skin felt uncomfortable, so he started shifting around. Lina stood up, and took off her robe.

The 14 year old couldn't stop blushing as he saw his piano teacher in her short, black negligee. He looked away, hoping the red on his face would disappear.

"I've never been with a man," she confessed.

Leopold could see the embarrassment in her confession. She sat back down, as Leoopld gathered his thoughts.

"I've never been with a woman," Leopold revealed.

"I need a favor."

"Anything."

Ms. Lina stood up, and took off her underwear. She lifted up her negligee, showing Leopold her vulva.

"Here's what you're going to do. I need you to insert your middle finger into the whole down at the bottom and your thumb to play with the button at the very top. Can you do that?"

This was even better than an encyclopedia, Leopold thought. He did as told, slowly inserting his finger into her until her body swallowed it whole. It felt tight and warm. He then took his thumb and began rubbing her clit.

He looked into Lina's eyes as she grabbed his face. She wanted to kiss those plump lips of his. Leopold reached over to slip his hand down her negligee, but was immediately stopped. Those perfect breasts were off limits. He then kissed her forehead instead.

She kissed his soft cheek and kept looking into his blue eyes as he continued his instruction. His slender hands didn't hurt her, but fill her with ecstacy.

He began rubbing her faster and harder as she made more sounds her orifice became smaller and thinner as her sounds got louder. Lina buried her face in his neck as she let out a sound Leopold had never heard before.

Afterwards Lina put on her underwear and robe as Leopold cleaned off the juices left on his hand.

She ruffled his blond hair, and told him to keep this lesson also a secret.

Leopold stood up to see that he now had an erection. To makes matters worse, he was leaking precum. Mortified, he started wiping it off with tissues.

Lina giggled.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she insisted.

He asked to go to the bathroom, and she showed him where it was. With what seemed like no other option, he locked the door and began stroking himself. Leopold fantasized about Lina removing her lingerie. He wanted to feel her bare chest and be able to insert himself into her. He strokes and rubbed his five inch cock until a rope of white cream shot out of him. Relieved, Leopold cleaned himself with tissues and flushed the toilet. He washed his hands, and walked back into the living room.

Mr. Dillinger got dressed, and got a peck on the check from Lina. The cool, afternoon air felt comforting on his skin as he went back home. He took in the soft feeling of his cotton shirt and the warmth of his thick sweater. He knew this feeling wouldn't last long as a new level of hell was awaiting him.