Dare You Enter - Peter
Old enough to remember "Fantasy Island"? No neither am I. And for that matter neither is Peter, a 21 year old lad more used to having wet dreams about the Holly Valance centrefold in Maxim magazine than cult '70s TV shows. Which is a shame because, though he doesn't know it yet, he's about to become the central character in a real-life CFNM fantasy. Trouble is there's no Ricardo Montelban to help when he gets out of his depth.Old enough to remember "Fantasy Island"? No neither am I. And for that matter neither is Peter, a 21 year old lad more used to having wet dreams about the Holly Valance centrefold in Maxim magazine than cult '70s TV shows. Which is a shame because, though he doesn't know it yet, he's about to become the central character in a real-life CFNM fantasy. Trouble is there's no Ricardo Montelban to help when he gets out of his depth.
Student Peter had no idea what he was letting himself in for when he replied to an ad we placed in a lads' magazine. We told him to show up at a certain hotel at a certain time. Then we put him in a school blazer.
Left to ponder his fate for a couple of minutes. The silence of the waiting room is only broken occasionally by what sounds like some sort of training going on in a nearby room.
"Okay Peter, time's up. Follow me."
Sent through a door straight into the middle of an adjacent room.
It looks like Peter's strayed into a girls geography class from the previous century. "Faye Rampton, stop chattering and face the front." barks the fierce looking teacher.
Peter quickly has to come to terms with where he is and how he should react.
"You boy! What on Earth do you think you are doing disrupting my lesson!" shouts the teacher.
"Not only don't you have the manners to knock, you are LATE!”
Peter is dumbstruck. Although he must surely know this is all make believe the tone of Miss's voice has taken him right back to his schooldays.
"Don't just stand there you imbecile. Come to the front!"
Peter drops his head and solemnly obeys.
"Now boy, what is your name?!"
"Peter Thomson, Miss" he replies quietly, avoiding eye contact.
"Well, Peter Thomson, you must be a very nasty selfish little boy to wilfully disrupt my lesson and my girls!"
"It's no surprise that boys do so much worse in exams than girls if you are a typical example of the sex!"
"What do you have to say to that, hmmm?" But Peter is too embarrassed to reply.
"Miss, Miss!" beckons one of the schoolgirls waving her hand in the air. "Yes Cassie, what is it.?"
"Miss Wolfheart. Peter's shirt isn't regulation school uniform, Miss." "Well done Cassie." praises Miss Wolfheart. Peter can't believe what he's hearing.
"Dear me no. Not content with tardiness and disrupting the girls' lesson you are breaking school rules with that black shirt." sneers the teacher.
"Take it off at once!" Cassie is thrilled that owing to her whistle-blowing the girls are to see a boy's bare chest.
Peter's hesitation only serves to raise Miss Wolfheart's ire. "Hurry up you useless little boy, we haven't got all day!"
"Now pay attention girls. I want you to see that happens when boys break school rules. If you let them get away with anything they will create anarchy."
"You see Peter, this is for your own good."
The girls giggle at the prospect of seeing a boy made to take his shirt off in front of them.
As he pulls his shirt over his head another girl, Kiera, raises her hand eager to earn the praise of Miss Wolfheart.
"Yes Kiera?" "Miss, if Peter has broken the rule about the colour of his shirt how do we know he hasn't broken another regulation? Maybe he isn't wearing...er... white underwear for instance?"
"Excellent Kiera, well done. Girls you should remember that boys will always find a way of breaking the rules if they think they can get away with it."
"I am sure you are right and this boy won't break just one regulation if he thinks no one will find out" Peter looks daggers at Kiera who is smuggly agreeing with the teacher.
"Take off your trousers for us all to see!"
Peter turns to look at Miss defiantly but a collective gasp comes from the girls as he shamelessly reveals yet another uniform violation.
But Peter turns white when he realises that as his underwear is forbidden it too must come off. "Take off those disgusting shorts this instant boy!"
"Pay attention girls. Remember when we discussed how boys' bodies change at puberty? You will now see first hand how unsightly they are."
The girls have great difficulty stopping themselves bursting into fits of giggles as Peter bashfully has to take off his underpants.
He cannot look any of them in the face as he is soon rendered completely nude infront of all the girls.
"Miss, Miss, will you show us Peter's little willy so we can see how it compares to the diagram of a man's penis from our biology books?" asks Faye excitedly.
Peter is doing his best to keep his modesty but Miss doesn't care a bit of it. "Very good idea Faye. Although I know that a biology practical is planned on this very subject I expect you all to look at this boy's appendage while you have the opportunity.
His face rapidly heating up with embarrassment Peter's stomach turns over when he hears Miss's instruction. "Turn around boy so the class can see the little man between your legs."
All the girls are entralled as he turns around, while Peter is far too ashamed to look at any one of them.
"As you can see Peter is still very much a boy but the tufts of hair, pubic hair, around his private parts show that he has reached what is called 'puberty'. Unfortunately that also means he will have cravings to perform all manner of revolting activities."
Almost crushed with embarrassment Peter is horrified with what he hears next "Miss. Are you going to punish him for what he has done?" asks Georgette sweetly.
"Without punishment boys will always reoffend." advises Miss Wolfheart. Peter had thought that standing naked at the front of the class was punishment enough. "Turn around and bend over." orders the teacher chillingly.
With her hands on either side of the boy's naked body Miss Wolfheart swings him around giving the girls a delightful view of his tender youthful buttocks.
Knowing how much of a stickler for discipline Miss Wolfheart is, the girls eagerly anticipate Peter's fate.
Bewildered as to how quickly he has become a naked schoolboy, publicly bent over a teacher's desk, Peter daren't move.
"Bend over boy with your head down or it will be all the worse for you!" orders Miss Wolfheart.
The girls are gripped by the sight of Peter's bare buttocks and legs trembling with nerves.
"Girls, all make sure you have a good view." advises the teacher but they don't need asking twice and they all shuffle their chairs closer.
"Some do-gooders are trying to ban corporal punishment and I partially agree with them." intructs Miss Wolfheart.
...Caning girls in this way would be abhorrent. However corporal punishment is perfectly justified when it comes to males. Imagine how much better the World would be if all males knew that this awaits them for misdemeanours...
...carried out completely nude and in public." The girls all giggle their approval as they see Miss Wolfheart excitedly bringing back her cane.
It cuts through the air and...
"THWACKKK!!!" across Peter's exposed cheeks.
Refusing to give the girls the satisfaction of crying Peter takes the pain and makes just a small groan.
Some of the girls gasp out loud at the spectacle.
Without any warning Miss Wolfheart gives Peter another cut with her cane. "THWACKKK!!!"
And again....
"THWACKKK!!!"
This time Peter raises his head and groans audibly causing much mirth in the audience.
"THWACKKK!!!"
“AHHH!!!" groans Peter and the girls fall about laughing.
"You see girls already Peter is much less likely to break school rules again." instructs Miss Wolfheart.
Peter grits his teeth ready for another fiendish cut with the cane. "Learning how to cane a male is a very good skill to learn girls..."
...so who wants a try?" "Me Miss." Robin raises her hand.
Excited at the prospect of whipping this naked schoolboy Robin grins from ear to ear brandishing the cane.
Peter braces himself for yet another cut.
"CRAAACKKK!!!"
"CRAACCCCKKK!!!"
Unable to stop herself laughing Robin has to stop for a moment. Peter takes a deep breath.
"CRAACCCKKK!!!"
Robin can barely continue she is creased up with laughter.
"Robin, although caning should be fun I think you've laughed so much you haven't put your full strength into the job." advises Miss Wolfheart.
“Have you learned your lesson yet boy?"
"Yes Miss Wolfheart." sobs Peter but Miss Wolfheart suspects he is overreacting to gain her sympathy.
"I need someone who can seriously beat a boy. Yes, Kim."
“Come and take the cane to Peter. He hasn't been sufficiently punished yet."
“You can count on me Miss Wolfheart." says Kim excitedly.
Pulling the cane back Kim means business.
Peter has no time to brace himself when he hears the evil cane cutting through the air.
"WHAAAAAKKKKKK!!!!!"
His dick and balls swing forward as Kim follows another and another beating in quick succession "WHAACCCKKKKK!!!!"
"AHHHH!!!"
Peter only has a moment to catch his breath when...
"WHAACCKKKK!!!"
Peter puffs out his cheeks in response to the pain shooting though him, causing Faye to laugh out loud.
"YEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" he cries just a moment later.
Kim adds to the tally by belting him many times in quick succession. "THWACKKKK!!!....THWACKKKK!!!!....THWACKKKK!!!"
Peter has to bite his tongue to stop making it worse for himself by shouting out a swear word.
"THWACKKKK!!!...THWACKKKK!!!....THWACKKK!!!"
"YEEEOOOOWWWW!!!!" he cries.
Kim is determined to raise a nice series of welts on Peter's tender buttocks but unfortunately for him they take a few moments to appear.
For good measure Kim adds a couple more cuts to the sensitive part under Peter's rear at the top of his thighs.
"AHHHH!!!"
Finally Miss Wolfheart steps in.
"Thank you for your help Kim." "Thank you Miss Wolfheart. I hope I did okay." she replies handing back the cane.
“I hope this has been a lesson to you Peter Thomson, what will happen to boys who disobey school rules." Peter hangs his head.
But just when he thinks he may just escape with just a painful backside for a few days the grass Kiera raises her hand again “Miss Miss, I think you should know something."
Poor Peter thought he was being led into a glamorous life of porn where he'd get to hump gorgeous models. Instead he finds himself pushed into a girls' geography class where he's stripped and punished by the strict teacher Miss Wolfheart. But the naughty classroom full of girls aren't prepared to let him off so easily...Poor Peter thought he was being led into a glamorous life of porn where he'd get to hump gorgeous models. Instead he finds himself pushed into a girls' geography class where he's stripped and punished by the strict teacher Miss Wolfheart. But the naughty classroom full of girls aren't prepared to let him off so easily...
"Is there something you have to tell me?" Miss Wolfheart demands.
Utterly unaware of what's going on here he hangs his head and decides it's best not to feed the flame so simply mumbles, "No."
"Miss miss!" Kiera says excitedly waving her hand. "There's something you should know!"
"Yes Kiera. What is it?"
"Well I went in to use the toilet after Peter and I was about to go when I saw on the floor a crumpled tissue."
Peter looks at this girl in amazement. It's like a nightmare where he hasn't done anything wrong but finds himself unexpectedly prosecuted!
"I thought he must have left it and picked it up to throw it away. But it was full of white milky wet stuff."
Peter hangs his head fearing what punishment this is going to bring.
"That white stuff was his sperm Kiera. It's what dirty boys produce when they play with themselves."
"Do all boys make it?" the innocent Georgette asks.
"How do they make it?" Faye wonders aloud.
"One at a time girls," Miss Wolfheart says. "Boys produce this when they do something called wanking."
"When you turn your head naughty boys slip into the toilet or bedroom to wank by themselves."
"Our Peter Thomson is nothing but a WANKER!"
Peter hangs his head not daring to disagree with her fearing further caning.
"Well Peter," Miss Wolfheart demands. "Will you admit to wanking?"
"Yes," Peter mumbles feeling he has to respond in some way.
"Go write it on the board!" Miss Wolfheart thunders.
"Write it for everyone to see: W-A-N-K!"
Peter hears Miss slice the air with her cane. He stumbles to the board to follow her instructions.
His ass is still stinging from the harsh caning that Kim gave him.
The girls giggle watching him stupidly pick up the marker to write wank for them all to see.
"Wanker!" Kim calls out from the back row.
Peter cringes being turned into the naked fool for the amusement of a classroom full of girls.
"Come on wanker," Kim persists. "Don't you know how to spell?"
Peter's shaking hand finishes the last letter amidst the girls laughter.
"Now girls, once boys go through puberty their bodies start to grow hair in places and they start to do this - wank."
"Dirty boys like this always do it somewhere and then leave it up to us to clean it up."
"But how do they do it?" Faye asks.
"I hear they make it come out of their weewee," Georgette says.
"Perhaps it would be best if you had a demonstration," Miss Wolfheart says sensibly. "I know this is geography class, but it would do you girls well to learn how a man's body works."
The girls burst out laughing at the prospect of watching their classmate wank for them.
"Wank Peter! Wank!" Kim chants.
"Yes Peter," Miss Wolfheart insists. "Wank now for the girls." Peter begins stroking his limp penis.
The girls laugh seeing him touch himself.
"Come now Peter," Miss Wolfheart insists. "Make it hard this instant."
The sight of Peter desperately trying to make himself hard under such pressure sends the girls into hysterics.
"Peter move closer so the girls can observe you," Miss Wolfheart roughly pushes him forward.
"Go on girls," Miss prompts him. "Don't be shy and feel his penis and testicles."
The girls look timidly at Peter stroking his limp little dick for them.
Robin is the first to daringly reach out and stroke the soft skin of his dick.
"It's all wrinkled and funny," Robin informs Miss Wolfheart.
More girls reach in to have a feel of it too.
"It's supposed to be hard," Faye giggles. "It doesn't look very hard."
Peter is overwhelmed by the numerous hands which reach out to grab at his dick and balls.
"Miss it doesn't look like he's even trying," Claudia says.
"Peter Thomson make your penis hard immediately," Miss Wolfheart commands.
The girls laughter increases as they pinch and prod his limp penis.
"He's got something under his penis," Faye says squeezing his balls.
"Those are called the testicles," Miss Wolfheart explains. "They are where the white sticky fluid is produced."
Peter strains to get erect, but the pressure and humiliation is too much.
"Hold out your hand," Miss demands. "I don't believe you're trying nearly hard enough."
Miss Wolfheart raises the end of her cane up sharply.
She releases it over his trembling hand...
And WHACK! "Ouch!" Peter exclaims much to the girls' amusement.
Miss raises the tip of the cane again. Peter's hand shakes terribly with the anticipation of more pain.
WHACK! Peter winces trying hard not to cry out.
"Now are you going to cooperate?" Miss demands.
Peter nods his head fighting back the tears.
"Stand right there and wank for the girls to see!"
"Come here girls. I want you each to touch his penis to make it hard."
Miss Wolfheart strokes the end of his penis.
The girls rush around him. Peter instinctively tries to move away, but Miss Wolfheart holds him firm.
Each of the girls reach for his crotch feeling his limp penis and sweaty balls.
Peter gives up trying to make himself hard with the girls reaching at him from every angle.
The girls feel around to his soft ass cheeks where the welts are slowly starting to rise from his caning.
They touch his ass crack making his whole body stiffen.
Kiera sees that Peter is made nervous when she runs her finger up and down his crack so presses her finger in a little more.
"I think it's working Miss," Caitlin exclaims feeling his penis stiffen in her hand.
"Yes some men also find it stimulating when you squeeze their balls," Miss says doing just that.
"This helps the sperm come out."
Robin takes a turn rubbing the loose skin of his penis back and forth.
Peter clutches his thigh with his stinging hand feeling his dick unwillingly rise under the girls' control.
"That's right girls," Miss says. "Keep stroking it and he will ejaculate."
Robin tries to impress the teacher by jerking it very quickly.
Georgette reaches up to take her turn.
Peter shuts his eyes feeling dizzy from the girls all around him rubbing his thighs, ass and dick.
"Come on Peter wank for us," Miss Wolfheart says.
"He's very close girls," she says hearing Peter's breathing quicken.
Peter jerks his cock quickly and grimaces thinking of the girls all around him, their smiling persistent eyes on him.
Peter jerks while the girls all curiously watch his body go out of control.
"Ewww!" Georgette squeals.
"It's going everywhere!"
His cum flies onto Georgette's shirt and hits her face.
Unable to stop Peter keeps stroking his dick while another wave of cum shoots out.
"How do you make it stop?" Georgette asks in disgust.
"Boys really ARE dirty!"
"That's quite enough Peter," Miss Wolfheart says.
The other girls recoil trying not to get any of his spunk on their skirts too.
"Ew, look at it all dribble out," Georgette says.
"You have a lot of explaining to do!" Miss Wolfheart says sternly.
"Why did you get your sperm all over our nice clean rug and Georgette's uniform?"
"You can't help messing everything up, can you?"
Peter stomps away from her fed up with the torture these girls are inflicting on him.
Miss Wolfheart says, "Just what do you think you're doing?"
He starts to pull his trousers back on so he can get out of here as quick as possible.
"Oh no you don't!" Miss Wolfheart shrieks rushing toward him.
Peter desperately grabs at his clothes while Miss Wolfheart lunges at him brandishing her cane.
Peter feels a sting as Miss whips his ass. He stumbles painfully toward the door.
"Get out of here WANKER!" Caitlin calls after him.
Peter rushes to the door with his trousers only half on and trying to fight back the tears of humiliation.
"Wanker! Wank boy!" the girls chant.
The girls fall about laughing at the pathetic sight of the blushing boy rushing naked through the door.
