My time at the receiving end of Mr Kaynes distorted affection stayed with me for a long time after. My ass was sore that night from where he had pushed his cock up inside me and the marks he had left with his cane on my 18 year old and peachy white bottom. It took days for these to fade away.
That same night I slid my finger up inside me. My stretched red hole was raw and excited and I could not help myself, I just had to wank off again. I could still smell and taste his cum inside me. I was also fucked off at him. Mr Kayne. I was going to make it difficult for him, I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to take me again too, to be his bitch.
The next day at school he was sat at his desk and at the end of the class I went up to him as if to ask a question. He was aware of my proximity and it made him nervous. I was aware that even though he had taken me, I had power over him too. I stood a little way in front of him and ran my hand across my bottom and just eased my bottom open through my trousers. He knew what I was doing and I could smell his desire. It made him cross, and I liked that. I thought about his cock too. His thick long cock and low hanging balls. I wanted to feel it in my mouth again. I wanted him to take me again.
Later that day, after football, I took a shower. They were very open showers and he came in. Just to watch me. There were other boys around too and it was not unusual for a teacher to be there. I stood there naked in front of him. I soaped up, paying particular attention to my cock, making it very obvious. I was playing to his desire. I turned around so he could see my backside and then I bent down, as if to pick up the soap, parting my cheeks. He would have got a flash of my tight bottom hole. Dirty fucker.
The next day at the football pavilion he was there too. Mr dirty Kayne. Looking at me. I knew he was waiting for an opportunity. He was confident. He came up to me. "When everyone has gone I need you to help me find some nets in the storeroom at the back." Thats all he said. But in that he said a whole lot more.
"Ok Sir," was all I could manage. I had nerves running through my whole system. I could hardly wait even for five minutes. As casually as I could I made my way to the storeroom. I stepped inside and Mr Kayne shut the door behind me and locked it.
"Good, I am glad you came." He said and he reached forward and turned me around and put his hands on my crotch, roughly feeling up my cock through my trousers.
"Now you will do as I tell you and we will have no nonsense." He was so sure of himself.
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir," came my reply. My heart was beating fast.
"Now take all your clothes off and bend over that table." I turned around to look into his eyes and began to strip off, watching him. I did not want him to have it all his own way. Before long I was standing naked in front of him. He looked me up and down and at my beautiful soft penis. He took hold of my cock and began to stroke it gently. It warmed to his touch. It felt so good. He played with me gently and firmly, feeling my balls too. Soon I was stiff and fully responded. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his attentions. Then he turned me around. I took my place at his direction. My cute bottom cold and exposed. Ready for his pleasure and my punishment. I stretched my arms out and gripped the sides of the table. My underarms smelt wet and horny. The smell of sex. He came up to me and stroked my bottom and lightly pulled me open. I could feel the cool air around my entrance.
"Tell me what dirty thoughts that you have had and I want the truth." He said.
My thoughts raced around like a whirlwind. So many dirty thoughts. But I was taking too long. He slapped my bare cheeks hard with his open hand, then rubbed across my bottom.
"Come on boy you will tell me." His voice was soft and definite.
"If you have had dirty thoughts then you will need to be punished." He continued.
