The Sweet Sound of Music?

The Sound of Music?

My music teacher sighed impatiently as I mangled the tune once again and then her patience snapped entirely.

"You have your Grade Eight exam in two months, Andrew, not two years! You need to pass in order to attain that scholarship at university, don't you? Have you been practising that piece every day?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow and I looked into her piercing grey eyes and somehow felt obliged to tell her the truth.

"No, Miss Taylor, not exactly."

My mother passed by the doorway at that moment and she had to chuck in her twopennorth, stating matter-of-factly that she had not heard me practise it for about a week before adding that she was off out to have coffee with one of her friends and that she had left the money for the lesson on the little table by the front door. I fingered the keys of the saxophone nervously as I waited for Miss Taylor to lambast me for my dilettante attitude to my studies.

She chose the disappointed tack instead and I studied her slim face and the brightness of her eyes and the sweet softness of her lips all framed in a cascade of luxuriant chestnut hair that I longed to run between my fingers instead of the harsh metal of the musical instrument keys. She must have sensed that I wasn't listening at all because she stopped talking and it must have taken me several seconds to realise as I continued to gaze at her as precious fantasies of kissing her full on her lovely lips ran through my mind. It was her face and body that I visualised every night as I tried to fall asleep and consequently found it impossible as my cock burgeoned into stiffness that poked up against the duvet and had my hands cosseting it until some sort of pathetic release came with the eruption of my seed.

A short, sharp slap on my hand brought my focus back to her and I jumped at the physical contact, knowing that I would relive it that night and use it to attain short lived pleasure once again.

"Again, Andrew, and this time concentrate because I am going to find some way to make you regret any mistakes!" she snapped angrily. "Perhaps I should stop teaching you as it seems to be a waste of your parents' money! You are eighteen now and should be paying for yourself in my opinion rather than sponging off your parents!"

The thought of losing all contact with her spurred me on and I really tried to concentrate and I was doing quite well until she moved slightly and I saw the soft swell of her white breast slip into view for just a fraction of a second. The distraction caused me to lose my place entirely and I totally mucked up the final few notes and looked up, flustered and flushed, to find her staring disapprovingly at me again.

"Come here and stand still, Andrew!" she stated calmly but coldly and my nerves jangled as I moved closer to her until I was only a few inches away and I could smell the subtle scent of her perfume emanating from her warm skin. Her palm flashed out without warning and I experienced an agonising stinging in my cheek that brought a sudden rush of hot tears to my eyes at the unexpectedness as much as the actual pain.

"Concentrate!" she enunciated clearly and precisely as her grey eyes bored into mine and I swallowed nervously once more as I placed my fingers on the keys of the instrument. My cheek stung as I blew into the mouthpiece and even though I tried hard to focus on each note, I still went wrong in a couple of places even before I reached the final tricky section. I managed to play that a little better and I sighed with relief as I finished and waited for her verdict.

"An improvement indeed so that just goes to show that you can do it when you concentrate. Perhaps a little reward and punishment system might encourage you to think harder on what you are doing?"

Her fingers toyed with her blouse buttons and suddenly she released one and from my standing position I was presented with a delightful view of more of her white flesh until it disappeared into the lacy embrace of her brassiere. My throat went dry as she reached out and took my shaking fingers and brought them slowly down until they encountered the sweet warmth of her skin and I felt the slight pulse of her heart mingle with mine as her grey eyes seemed to drink me in and subsume my will to hers.

"And now you will play this one, Andrew," she said quietly and my reverie was broken as I tried to fix my attention onto the score she was holding up though my mind was filled with the delicious sensation of the subtle slipperiness of her skin. "If you are good then I may just reward you but if you are bad then I am going to put you over my knee, I think, and beat out the rhythm on your backside, boy!"

The thought filled me with fear and delight in equal measure and my fingers shook as I placed them on the keys and looked down at the music on the stand. It was a piece that I hadn't practised very much at all and I knew that I would need all my concentration as well as a dose of good fortune to play it well enough to satisfy my teacher.

Three minutes later I stood there shaking as she smiled sweetly at me with her mouth while her eyes stayed hard as diamonds, sucking out any thought of defying her from my mind as she told me what to do. I seemed to be in my own little dream world as I released the button that held my jeans up and undid the zip then pulled them down to my ankles. I could feel my erection throbbing against the tight material of my pants and an embarrassed sob came to my throat as I pulled them down as well and allowed it to spring free before I bent over her black-skirted knees. It was a relief to hide my face from her scathing gaze as I stared down at the green carpet and waited, thoughts flickering through my mind like an old cine film, jerky and quick like my breathing. The first gentle touch of her warm palm on my buttocks made me jump as she smoothed my skin from top to bottom, running her fingers down onto my thighs and tickling me slightly with every sweet sensation until I relaxed slightly.

Then came the pain as her hand started to slap my bottom cheeks hard and fast, making a sharp sound that echoed round the room. The sting spread quickly through my body and into my mind as her hand toyed with my flesh, whipping across it quickly with her palm then smoothing it gently for a moment in complete contrast. I bit back the little groans that wanted to burst from my mouth as she struck my rippling rump harder and harder and I wriggled against her skirt, feeling the material brush against my bare stomach and thighs as tears of humiliation filled my jade-green eyes at the thought of how she was treating me. Yet I made no effort to escape from her grasp, accepting my punishment as my due and secretly delighting in the harsh crack of her hand on my skin as the minutes passed until finally she finished and just laid her fingers carelessly on my reddened flesh as if they owned it.

"Stand up and face me, boy!" she snapped suddenly and I began to rise, blushing furiously as I realised that my prick was rampantly erect and that she would soon see it. I tried to cover myself with my fingers but she slapped them away and then laughed at my thrusting tool as I stood there with it jutting out like a tree from a dense, dark undergrowth.

"Nothing to be ashamed of there, Andrew," Miss Taylor murmured quietly as she reached out her slim fingers and touched me. I jumped and my cock twitched in her grasp but she held it firmly and I felt the delicious warmth of her palm enclose my shaft and stroke me slowly up and down while I just swallowed nervously as I tried to restrain my desire.

"Come for me, boy!" she stated confidently as she released me and I gulped at the thoughts that raced through my mind as I tentatively reached down and took my cock in my fingers. I slid my hand up and down the smooth shaft and onto the glans where my precome had exuded from the tiny slit and I felt the slipperiness coat my fingers. It felt so bizarre and demeaning to do such a thing in front of her and yet I could not resist the temptation as I stared down at her and saw her watching me so avidly with her little pink tongue poking out a fraction from between her soft lips.

"Kneel down!" she commanded and I sank down to the carpet, cock still bobbing and twitching and now gleaming with my juices and for just a second I dreamt that her sweet lips were going to close round the tip. Instead she placed her palms together, cupping them and held them ready at the end of my prick as I continued to work my fingers slowly up and down the shaft and on to the purple swollen head.

"One minute, Andrew, and then I want your cream to be pouring into my hands," she murmured and my cock twitched mightily at the thought as I manipulated the throbbing shaft. She told me when there were thirty seconds left and I gritted my teeth and tried to hold on as my flood threatened to overwhelm me and then as she mentioned that there were just ten seconds left, I disgraced myself. My thick white cream flowed up and shot out into her hands, staining the delicate pink as I pumped my offering into her palms, milking myself dry as I gasped out into the still air while she looked at me disapprovingly with her cloud-grey eyes.

Embarrassment suffused my mind as I bent my head and stared down at the floor and just waited for her and then it got worse as she thrust her sticky palms up towards my mouth and whispered her instructions. I looked at the liquid essence slipping around on her warm skin then surrendered to her will, bending my head down and licking up my own come, sucking it off her fingers until she was clean again.

"I can see that you will need a little bit of training to become a useful servant to me," she stated coldly as her fingers cupped my chin and she forced me to look directly at her. "Perhaps wearing this for the rest of the day will help you to think about how to control yourself a little better from now on."

I watched her fingers slide under her skirt and then came the unmistakable sound of her stocking being rolled down and then I saw the bare flesh of her thigh and calf as she removed it. She held it between her fingers artlessly and I looked at the black nylon for a moment before she reached down and skilfully twisted it round my ball sac then looped it around the base of my cock before tying it in a little bow. I felt the slight pressure immediately and my prick reacted and the feeling got more painful and I swallowed as I realised that the more erect I got then the more pain I would have to endure.

"Now get dressed again, Andrew, and then let us discuss next week's lesson which I think we will have at my house so that we can be certain of a little peace and quiet!"

My heart leapt at the thought of being alone with her and dark desires dripped steadily into my mind as she smiled wickedly, bent forward and gave my come-stained lips a little kiss.