As I woke in the morning I was still thinking about the night before. I couldn't get the image of Mr Quinns enormous cock out of my head.
I had a shower and washed my dick through the bars of the cage. I could feel the slimy spunk that had been oozing out of me all night.
I had been so turned on and my balls ached. I didn't know how I would react if I saw Mr Quinn in the staff room.
Somehow I didn't feel the same about Bill Briars and Dave Edwards, they were both big and masculine. It was easy to accept them as alpha males.
I'd always looked at Mr Quinn as a bit of a softy. If I'd been asked to predict his cock size I'd have thought it was probably just a bit bigger than mine.
I walked to school acutely aware of my dick in its cage. My balls felt more swollen than ever, brushing against my pants as I walked.
I was relieved when I entered the staff room to see that Mr Quinn wasn't there. Bill and Dave both greeted me as normal, giving no sign that they knew I'd watched them in action the night before.
I strained to keep my eyes off their crotches, seeing if there was any clue to what was in their pants. I realised that until you saw someone naked you had no real idea what was hidden away.
The day was uneventful and my classes went well, but as the day wore on I could feel myself getting anxious about the end if the day.
As usual we all gathered in the staff room. I glanced at Mr Quinn nervously, but I was surprised that it was Linda Jones and Miss Hussain who stood up and left the room.
I felt a wave of relief.
You asked me to follow you as I left the staff room. We went to your office and you asked me to sit down.
You sat on the edge of your desk with your legs crossed. I could see the edge of your frilly panties. You uncrossed your legs and I could see that they were crotchless. The pink lips of your pussy were plain to see.
'You like that don't you.' indicating your pussy. 'But you're never going to have it.'
'Did you enjoy your video last night?'
'Yes' I replied hoarsely.
'Well that was just to show you what real men can do. But you're not a real man, you're just a pathetic little sissy slut, so we need to teach you how to behave like one. You can still get pleasure, but banish all thoughts of fucking tight little pussies.'
'Yes miss' I replied. In reality my thoughts had already drifted away from pussies to cocks. I was happy to be a sissy slut if someone took charge.
'Good' you said and turned towards the door, I followed down into the cellar, excited about what was in store.
Lesson 5
To my surprise, when I walked in to the cellar. Linda Jones and Miss Hussain were there, with no masks on. They were both dressed in pvc lingerie and both had great big strap on dildos hanging down.
I couldn't hide my shock. They both laughed at me.
'There's no need for secrecy anymore.' you said. 'We all know what you're like now. No more innocent little boy - just a sissy slut to be used and abused.'
You sat down in a chair, and said ' He's all yours girls.'
Linda was quite a tall woman and she came over and started roughly pulling at my clothes. She tore my shirt off, with buttons falling to the floor. Next she undid my belt and roughly pulled my trousers down. She pushed me back onto the table and took my shoes, socks and trousers off.
I was still in my pants.
'I don't think we're interested in what's in there at the moment.' she said pointing towards my dick.
Linda pushed me face down onto the table and fastened my hands, then she fastened my feet.
'Over to you Nadia.' she said to Miss Hussain. I now recognised her from the video, spanking me. She had a cane in her hand. She pulled my pants down at the back and stroked my backside.
'This looks familiar.' she said 'but no marks. We'll have to try a bit harder to give you something to remember my by.'
I tensed waiting for it to start. There was no gentle prelude. The first strike made me jump, it was so sharp. I cried out.
'Poor little boy.' she said 'Don't shout out or we'll have to put a gag in. You don't want that do you?' I shook my head.
She started caning, each one a bit harder than the last. I jumped with each one, until I felt my legs go weak, and I just lay on the table.
She continued to cane me on my backside and the backs of my legs.
When she stopped, my backside felt red raw. She ran her hand over it and I could feel the ridges of the swollen weals on my backside.
You took a picture of it and showed me. My backside was streaked by white, red and purple lines. In places the skin was broken with thin streaks of blood.
'Do you think that's enough?' you asked.
'Yes, thank you miss.' I said.
'Don't thank me, thank Nadia.' you said.
