Leopold's Piano Teacher 3

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 Dillinger ate lunch with his best friend, Charlie Schoenberg. The two ate their sandwiches on their lunch break in the middle of the busy school cafeteria.
 
"And then my mom finally cut her out when she called my dad a 'dirty kike,'" Charlie said.
 
Holding back his laughter, Leopold said, "I still can't believe Mrs. O'Connor is your aunt! I mean, you two are nothing alike."
 
"Even my own mom says that her sister never had a heart. Aunt Noreen was born with a lump of coal where her heart should be," Charlie said.
 
Leopold looked down at his lunch. The memory of Noreen O'Connor checking him in the shower made him queasy. He started packing his leftovers away. Charlie kept eating as Leopold took a good look at him. He and his aunt both had red hair and pale skin, but that was all they had in common.
 
"My cousin Johnny sends us postcards from time to time," he told Leopold. "He and his wife look happy. It's crazy that I can't even meet him because he refuses to come back."
 
"She got drunk on wine last time she was over at our house. She claims she should have beat him more, and then he wouldn't have married an Asian girl," Leopold said.
 
"Yep," Charlie said. "Sounds like Aunt Noreen. She doesn't like Asians, Jewish people, or the French."
 
Back at home, Leopold read Paradise Lost as he laid in bed. The edition he got from the library included illustrations by Gustave Dore. He looked at the picture of Eve, with her long hair running down her back. She talked with Adam by the riverbank as she stood in front of him. The strategically placed branch of leaves hid her hips. Naturally, he felt blood rush down to his penis. Still standing at five inches, he figured that was as good as it would get. He looked down to see new hair had grown on his stomach. Sadly, the hair was thin and practically white. It was so unnoticeable, it seemed to disappear in the sunlight.
 
He had another dream that night. Adam was alone in an empty jungle. He looked down to see that a giant, green leaf was stamped on him where his underwear should be. In his fourteen years alive, he never once had had a nightmare where he was naked. Real life forced nudity had already terrified him. Why should his subconscious insist on having him relive it to punish him further? Shoeless, he wandered around the jungle as he listened to the tranquil sounds of birds singing. His period of relaxation ended as he suddenly felt tightness and pressure from the green leaf. Scared, he peeled it off. Leopold looked down to see that he was fully erect, and his foreskin was causing the discomfort. He slowly peeled back the skin, and let out a sigh of relief. Walking around with a still throbbing erection, he got into the adjacent river.
 
The lukewarm water felt like it was massaging his whole body. He closed his eyes and laid on his back, the sunlight caressing his face. Leopold's eyes did not burn or sting from the sunlight that began to get dimmer and dimmer.
 
Leopold woke at suddenly at dawn. The light from outside woke him up, and he rolled around in his bed. He looked under his blanket to see his erection still hard and full. Leopold closed his eyes, hoping to go back to his dream.
 
 
 
 
Mrs. Dillinger put on her royal blue dress and short lilac cardigan to meet with Ms. Jane Kellgren. Ms. Lina had notified Mrs. Dillinger about how St. Anne's School for Girls needed a live model for their health program.
 
"You will be compensated for your time, so it wouldn't technically be a volunteer job."
 
"It's embarrassing," Mrs. Dillinger began. "But times have been tough since the insurance money has started to run out. My husband passed away nearly seven years ago in Korea."
 
Jane was sympathetic to Mrs. Dillinger's dilemma. She adjusted the black bobby pin in her equally dark hair as she explained her son's assignment.
 
"You've got a great son for agreeing to help us," Ms. Kellgren said.
 
"Leopold will be delighted," Mrs. Dillinger lied.
 
The house was quiet. Leopold couldn't recall the last time he could sit in the living room by himself. He quickly turned his head around, thinking he had heard Mrs. O'Connor's raspy voice. There were no shouts or piercing screams coming from the kitchen. He finished his math homework, and put his books away. Still on punishment, he shuffled from room to room feeling cold and uncomfortable.
 
The front began to open, and he quickly sat back down on the couch.
 
"Leopold!" His mother proclaimed. "Do I have some good news!"
 
 
 
 
Public schools always had the second Monday of March off, ever since Leopold had been enrolled in school. However, that one day off did not apply to privately funded schools. He was secretly happy, as this job meant more time out of the house. The two entered the school, Mrs. Dillinger leading the way. He looked around, and determined that nothing seemed extreme or outlandish about this all girls school. Leopold shook hands with the school teacher, noticing her hourglass figure in the forest green dress she was wearing.
 
"Thank you, once again for agreeing to be our volunteer," Ms. Kellgren said.
 
"I thought we were getting paid?" Leopold asked. He quickly felt a hard smack hit him in the back of the head.
 
"Right," Ms. Kellgren said. "'Helper' is a better word."
 
Leopold gazed into his boss's eyes. Ms. Kellgren had kind hazel eyes. She had the eyes of wisdom and empathy. He adjusted the top button of his wool cardigan to distract himself from looking down at her chest. It had become a dirty habit that he was not proud of, and wanted to trick his brain into forgetting about. Either way, Ms. Kellgren's dress had a high neckline that covered her collarbone. There was no use trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage.
 
Mrs. Dillinger squeezed her son's face firmly with her right hand. "Be on your best behavior," she warned before leaving.
 
The bell ending first period rang, and Leopold was horrified. It was time for him to do his job for the day. Ms. Kellgren handed him a thin hospital gown, and told him to change behind the wicker screen. He wasn't surprised in the slightest when he realized that the screen was incredibly see through.
 
Teenaged girls in saddle shoes and knee length skirts slowly entered the classroom, one by one. The hospital gown looked more like a baby boy blue dress since it closed in the back thanks to a series of buttons.
 
"I still have to write that paper for Hollen's class," Leopold heard one girl say.
 
"Thank goodness I got an A on the last test," said another schoolgirl.
 
He kept telling himself it was only going to be two hours. Two hours of a block class period. One audience. One teacher. Leopold stepped out from behind the screen. His heart sunk as he saw the giant audience of roughly twenty girls. They each sat at their individual desk, waiting patiently for the lecture to begin. Mr. Leopold Dillinger was now like Adam, except he was hiding behind a thin, light blue hospital gown in lieu of a giant leaf.
 
"Come closer, Mr. Dillinger," Ms. Kellgren directed. Leopold got closer to what appeared to be two yardstick glued together. It was a wooden stadiometer like the ones be had seen in doctor's offices when he went to the pediatrician. Leopold stood up tall along the wooden stick.
 
"Class, this is Mr. Leopold Dillinger," Ms. Kellgren began. "He has agreed to be our helper for today's lesson."
 
"How old are you?!" He heard a voice in the audience ask.
 
"I'm fourteen," Leopold answered. He looked at the sea of teenage girls in front of him. He saw white bows and red hair ribbons, pigtails and slick ponytails, blonde hair and brown hair.
 
"First things first, we are going to measure Mr. Dillinger's height," Ms. Kellgren began.
 
The teacher measured Leopold's height as he picked a spot on the bare white wall in the far back of the room to focus on. His heart began beating faster as he reminded himself that this would all be over soon.
 
"Mr. Dillinger is sixty six inches, which would make him 5'6 inches tall." "My ten year old brother is taller than that!" A platinum blonde girl in the audience blurted out.
 
"Karen, that isn't necessary," Ms. Kellgren warned her.
 
"Now," Ms. Kellgren continued. "During puberty, people tend to hit what we call growth spurts. Men tend to end up taller than women. Men tend to reach up being around six feet tall, give or take."
 
One of the girls, named Iris, sat with her legs crossed. Her skirt rode up to an inch above her knee, making the top of her socks visible. She scribbled down what her teacher stated about height as she felt a tug on her right pigtail.
 
"Leopold's hair looks like he's wearing a straw hat," Karen whispered.
 
Iris ignored the snobby girl's remark.
 
"Now, as you see, Leopold does not have facial hair since he is only fourteen. He has not reached the stage yet in puberty." Leopold started sweating. He knew he looked younger than he was. He hated how young he looked. Ms. Kellgren reached behind Leopold's gown to unbutton it.
 
"Now, let's see how puberty can impact the rest of the male body." Leopold felt like dying as he felt the gown slip, and his chest becoming exposed.
 
"As you can see, Leopold has no chest hair. He also does not have any breast development. Men can grow breasts if they start gaining lots of weight." Leopold could hear the snickering and giggles. A two-year age difference never felt so massive before in his life. These girls were all around sixteen in a high school class, and here he was still a child in middle school.
 
Ms. Kellgren rubbed her right index finger down the middle of his chest, and Leopold could feel himself getting hard.
 
"Leopold, raise your arms," Ms. Kellgren instructed. Quickly freeing his arms from his sleeves, he lifted both arms up high in the air.
 
"Mr. Dillinger has some underarm hair, even though it is thin and short. Like his hair on his head, it is also blond."
 
"Turn around," she said.
 
Slowly, Leopold turned his back to the audience and had his face in the green chalkboard. Ms. Kellgren rubbed his upper back, explaining that there was no sign of acne on his back. She ran her index and middle fingers together along his spine, indicating there was no sign of spinal abnormalities.
 
Gracie couldn't stop staring at him. She had never even seen a man shirtless before, let alone seen a naked boy right there in the flesh. Her eyes were glued to him. She scooted up her chair to get a closer look. At sixteen, she still did not wear a brassiere. Ever since she was twelve, her breasts became more and more ample. Still, her mounds were hidden underneath her black sweater vest. Gracie imagined what it would be like to have his golden blond hair between her legs. Leopold faced the chalkboard, making sure the gown was wrapped around him. He firmly held on to it as Ms. Kellgren stroked his spine.
 
Next to Gracie, sat Karen Moore. With her pointed nose and short stature, one would think she was harmless. She kept giggling at the sight of Leopold's exposed body.
 
Turning around to face the audience, he noticed a girl in pigtails had the top few buttons of her blouse undone. The very top of her slip was visible. Leopold was so focused on Iris and the white lace of her chemise that he didn't hear what Ms. Kellgren said.
 
The next thing Leopold knew, the blue gown was taken away from him. Scared out of his mind, he immediately covered himself with his hands.
 
"Oh my god! He's getting red!" Karen yelled.
 
"Karen, I've had enough," Ms. Kellgren said. The class got quiet, but were familiar with the process. The teacher wrote a note in a yellow slip and handed it to the cocky schoolgirl. Karen looked down at the paper, and rolled her eyes as she collected her books. She walked out of the classroom, leaving Leopold confused. Helena spoke out of turn, "Karen is always in trouble. Don't take it personally."
 
Either way, Karen had been right. Leopold's face had turned bright red. The room was dead silent as he stood there in front of everybody. His erection was halfway there, and could only hide behind his hands for so long.
 
Iris unknowingly began drooling. She wiped away the saliva with her tissue, and continued looking at Leopold. There was a strange sensation happening below her belt that had never felt before. She shifted in her chair, hoping it would go away on its own. Time felt suspended as the teacher noticed Mr. Dillinger had broken a rule.
 
"Leopold Dillinger, remove your hands!" Ms. Kellgren snapped. Leopold slowly placed hands to his side, feeling defeated.
 
The classroom gasped as they saw Leopold's erect penis. Gracie pictured how to would feel to touch it. Iris started fantasizing about having him on top of her as they kissed. Helena took off her cardigan, feeling herself getting hot and sweaty. Ms. Kellgren stroked his foreskin, causing Leopold to let out a soft moan.
 
"This thin layer of skin is called, foreskin. It is very sensitive." She peeled back the skin, revealing his urethral opening. "Now," Ms. Jane Kellgren said. "This small hole is where the urine and semen come out." Pre-cum began to leak out, causing the girls to scoot closer. Helena in particular looked very baffled. Ms. Kellgren touched his tip, displaying the liquid on her index finger.
 
"When a man is erect, he may secrete a clear liquid. It is perfectly natural." Ms. Kellgren took out a ruler, and measured him. "Leopold's fully erect penis is five inches," she declared.
 
Helena raised her hand and asked, "Is Mr. Dillinger's organ big?"
 
"That's quite subjective," she explained. "Penis size varies. Leopold's would be more average." Leopold's face was getting redder and redder by the minute.
 
Gracie raised her hand, and asked why Leopold's nipples were noticeable and pointy. Ms. Kellgren lightly pinched and squeeze his already nipples, making Leopold blush. He desperately wanted the period to be over with. He was counting down the minutes he had left, in his mind.
 
Leopold's ears began to start buzzing. He couldn't hear what the instructor was saying, but instead heard a faint siren. This soft sound quickly became louder and louder. The sound entirely filled his ears.
 
The next thing he knew, Ms. Kellgren was gripping his balls with her soft, porcelain hands. Leopold couldn't take anymore, closing his eyes as he knew what was about to happen.
 
Leopold ejaculated, shooting out a thick rope of semen out onto the ground. The entire class fell silent. Leopold was relieved, both mentally and physically. Iris and Helena both stared at the blond boy in a mixture of confusion and fear. Gracie wanted to laugh out loud due to shock, but immediately reminded herself that she would be punished for her transgression.
 
Leopold slowly looked up at Ms. Kellgren, not knowing what to do next.
 
"That was an accident," Leopold mumbled.
 
"Class," Ms. Kellgren said, "Leopold ejaculated. Semen shot out of his penis."
 
The audience of girls slowly began to clap. It had started with Gracie. She had started clapping her hands as if she has just witnessed a wonderful performance piece at a theater. Her friends followed her, and began joining in. The entire class was clapping, applauding Leopold on his ability to demonstrate the functions of male anatomy. Even Ms. Kellgren gave applause, telling him he had done a great job. Leopold stood there, with his face as a red as a tomato. He knew deep down in his heart, he would not be telling anybody what had happened.
 
 
Mr. Dillinger raced over to Ms. Lina's. That time of the week came around again, and it was time for his piano lesson. He needed to see her. He needed to hear her voice and feel her soft skin. Quickly, he took his shoes off as soon he entered her home. Next came his pullover sweater. He was unbuttoning his white shirt when he looked up.
 
Gracie was sitting on Lina's couch. Leopold's mouth dropped open. This couldn't be Gracie. This couldn't be the same maiden with mousy brown hair who saw him being exposed and humiliated. He had to be dreaming.
 
"Don't be shy," Gracie said as she looked up from her notebooks. "I've seen all of you before."
 
"Leopold!" Lina exclaimed as she walked in. "You're running late. Get undressed so we can begin your lesson."
 
"What's Gracie doing here?" Leopold asked.
 
"It's 'Miss Henderson.' I'm older than you," Gracie reminded him.
 
"What's Miss Henderson doing here?" Leopold corrected himself.
 
"Gracie lives next door, and I'm watching her for a few hours," Ms. Lina informed him.
 
Leopold took off his shirt, knowing he would be in for a memorable piano lesson.