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  "James Goldman! What is this?" I pointed down at his obvious hard-on with a frown of disapproval. "Young man, you should be ashamed of yourself!"

  His eyes fluttered up to my face with a crooked smile upon his lips. I experienced a brief flash of the past, but the moment was so 'now'that I think I visibly shuddered with excitement. James, however, didn't seem to notice and kept in role. He dropped his head, his hands cupped over the straining bulge between his legs.

  "I'm sorry, Mr. MacDonald. I can't help myself, sir," he added with a cocky smirk.

  I drew another deep breath to calm my demeanor, then slowly exhaled. Well, if bad boy Jimmy wanted to play games, then I was definitely up to the challenge.

  "Goldman, how many times must I reprimand you for daydreaming in class?" I asked, my voice cool and level. "Hmm?" "I-I don't know, sir." I slowly circled around him, hands behind my back, my glare burning through his clothes, through his body to his very soul. The only other sounds in the room, besides the chill of my voice, was the footfalls of my shoes on the hard, wooden floor and James' deep, labored breathing.

  "A hard-on is poor behavior for a young man, Goldman. Downright rude. A total lack of self-control," I barked, pacing around him. "In this room, you follow my rules. Daydreaming is strictly forbidden. Do you understand?" His head still bowed, James only nodded. I circled around to face him. The heat radiating from his body proved intoxicating as I leaned in closer. My own cock stirred to life as I caught a whiff of the fresh, limey-scent of his aftershave. I struggled to keep myself in control.

  "Well? I asked you a question, Goldman. Do you understand my rules?" I repeated in a low, simmering tone. "Yes, sir, Mr. MacDonald." James shifted his weight from one leg to another. It was obvious the strain of his cock was too much to bear as his hands tightened over the fly of his pants.

  "Okay, James, I'll give you a choice," I replied coolly as I sat down on the edge of the large wooden desk and folded my arms across my chest. "I can either send you down to the principal's office and have her call your parents or—"

  "Oh, please, Mr. MacDonald, don't let her call my parents!" With a visible wince of alarm, James' eyes flashed up at me. The despairing look in his eyes shot through my entire body like a bolt of lightening. Just like old times.

  "If Ms. Coleman calls my parents again, they'll send me off to military school for sure! Please don't, Mr. MacDonald. I'll do anything you say—anything." James pleaded with quivering lips.

  I let out a disapproving sigh and gazed up at the ceiling, as if deep in thought. Inside, however, I felt a heated knot of lust at the base of my spine.

  "Tell me something, James. Have your parents ever spanked you?" I inquired in a low tone.

  The old Jimmy Goldman I once knew came to life. His eyes grew darker, harder and his jaw squared as he raised his chin in bravado. "My parents don't believe in spankings, sir." He spoke slowly to give each word certain gravity.

  I shook my head and gave an amused chuckle. "Spare the rod, spoil the child—have you heard that saying before? It's one I live by, Goldman. A saying you'll get to know quite well, unless, of course, you've changed your mind regarding the principal's office."

  He wrinkled his brow, but his high-handed arrogance didn't waver I wondered if he knew how hot he looked when he played 'bad boy'. Christ, I was already hard as a rock just watching him!

  "The choice is yours." I reminded him, still in character. I leaned back slightly on the desk; just enough for James to catch a glimpse of my own erection pressed against my trousers, then quickly rose to face him. Mere inches apart, our groins radiated with the white-hot heat of arousal. James' hands could now barely hide the erection he still sought to conceal.

  I leaned in and ran a finger over his squared jaw line, then cupped his chin in my palm. Our eyes locked—a battle raged behind his dark eyes. "If I reported that you've been daydreaming again to your parents, they'd surely send you to military school, Jimmy. At least I'm giving you a choice in this matter," I smirked.

  James took a deep breath. His exhalation relaxed his rigid posture as his head drooped gently forward—in surrender. "What would you like me to do, Mr. MacDonald?"

  Releasing him, I kept my composure and walked around my desk taking in the sight of his handsome features and surrendering disposition. "First, I want you to lock the door and draw the blinds," I said, nodding towards the large windows that overlooked the school courtyard.

  "Yes, sir." James set about securing the door and blinds. Since there was a Homecoming dance that evening, the building was fairly deserted after the day's final bell. I knew we wouldn't be disturbed.

  I slid open the top drawer of my sturdy wooden desk. There, tucked away from prying eyes, was my disciplinary paddle. It was a converted Ping-Pong paddle, but its coverage and grip best suited my needs. I slid it slowly, reverently from the drawer and flexed my grip on its well-worn handle. "What next, sir?" I glanced up and smiled. He licked his lips nervously. His dark eyes flickered from the paddle to my face, then back to the paddle again. However, he waited patiently, standing at attention on the opposite side of the large desk. This was a moment that I had dreamed about, longed for, but never dared engage in…until now. "Take off your clothes." "All of them, sir?" His voice was rich, deep and laced with anticipation. To my silent relief, my calculations were on the mark. He wanted this as much as I did. "Yes, all of them," I nodded. "And make it snappy." The lusty look in James' eyes excited me from head to toe as I

  debated my next move. The air crackled with mounting tension as he quickly stripped. Each gesture, each movement, each article of discarded clothing made my cock ache with sweet longing. To my dismay and utter amusement, James wasn't wearing a stitch of underwear beneath his uniform. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn that he must have anticipated something out of the ordinary.

  The muscles of his body, well-formed and strong, gave subtle twitches as he tried to control the raging hard-on between his thighs. His cock pointed up toward his tightened abs as he slid the slacks from his hips. I silently marveled. His sheer masculine beauty was enough to rival any gay porn model on the Internet. I was impressed with his body, to say the least, as well as his thick cock.

  I popped the paddle against my palm and reeled in the rush of warmth that spread through my arm. It helped me regain my composure and focus on the task at hand. Although I couldn't help but notice that his cock jerked in response to the pop of the paddle. I smiled over at him as a bead of sweat slowly trailed down the side of his cheek.

  "Assume the position, Goldman. That's right—legs apart, hands on the desk.Now bend over slightly—that's good."

  I slowly circled around the desk to inspect the two fleshy mounds below the hollow of his muscular back. I was stunned –it was truly an ass to die for! His buttocks taunted me. Caress me! Nibble me! Spank me! I inhaled, mentally willing myself to stay in control of the moment. I also realized that as I gazed upon James' submissive stance, it only fueled my wicked desire to discipline hisrebellious soul.

  Defiantly, James tossed a glance over his shoulder. There was a wildly sensual look in his eyes as he gazed at me. I could sense that his entire body was ridged with longing. He was waiting on me.

  "Keep your eyes front and don't you dare turn around, young man." I reminded him. I popped the paddle against my palm once again. A shiver ran over his naked physique as he returned his eyes forward and I closed the space between us.

  I brushed a hand over the globes of his ass and gave each one a firm squeeze. "You have a nice ass there, Goldman," I whispered hotly into his ear.

  "Oh my God," James let out a feverish whisper. I knew he was struggling for self-control.

  "What was that?" I sternly inquired as I reached into my trouser pocket and removed a whitehandkerchief. "I-I mean, thank you, sir." Leaning in close again, I whispered into his ear. "Here's something to keep you from making too much noise." Before he had time to respond, I crumpled the soft material and stuffed it into his mouth.<
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  The heady scent of musk filled the space between us. James closed his eyes; his breathinggrew more ragged and deep, as did mine. I noticed that his magnificent cock twitched between his thighs, then oozed a droplet from its narrow slit as he gave a muffled moan. I pulled away from his body. He tensed in anticipation as I readied my paddle. "James, this is for your own good," I reminded him . His head bobbed in silent acknowledgement as I drew back the paddle. A swoosh resounded in the air just seconds before the paddle found its target. The shock of the paddle striking the tender flesh of his ass made James rise slightly on his toes. His hands gripped the desk for control.Jimmy let out another groan from beneath the makeshift gag.

  His creamy flesh turned a deep pink beneath the paddle as I asserted a firm, rhythmic pace. With each stroke, a rush of adrenaline coursed through my own body. My cock, still pressed tightly into my trousers, left a dark spot of moisture on the expensive material.

  I spanked him swiftly, a dozen strokes, before I stopped. James was breathing hard, but his skin was damp, awash with an erotic sheen of sweat. The rush of power left me speechless. Finding my voice again, I gently told James to turn and face me. Slowly straightening to full height, his muscles moved sensually beneath his skin, then, he pivoted on his heel. His entire body glistened under the florescent lighting of the empty classroom.

  Although there were no tears, his dark eyes were moist. He gazed at me with a mixture of longing and respect. I pulled the handkerchief from his mouth, replacing it and the paddle behind us on the desk, then turned to face him again.

  Clearing his throat, James finally spoke. "Mr. MacDonald, I will never, ever daydreamagain in your class, sir." "Is that a promise, Goldman?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Sir, it's a promise." We stood face to face in silence. An invisible current passed between us. James boldly, confidently took the first move. He placed his hands on my hips and tenderly drew me to him. He was taking charge and I was caught completely off-guard. I felt my cheeks flush with color as he leaned in and kissed me on full on the mouth.

  Any resistance on my part was futile. His tongue entered my mouth in the sweetest, hottest kiss I could have ever imagined. I moaned softly into his mouth, letting him have his way with me. I totally surrendered and it was just as delicious as I had dreamed.

  His arms encircled my waist. I couldn't have pulled away if I wanted to …and I didn't want to. James' kisses were like a cinnamon-elixir that played upon my senses. My blood pumped hotly through my veins as our tongues dueled passionately. The hardness of his erection brushed against my clothed flesh. My own cock was weeping, begging for release within my trousers. I let out a soft whimper of misery.

  James peeled his moist lips from mine. My lips tingled from his numbing kiss as I gasped for breath. "I need to …I want to--"

  I was trying to articulate my desperation, but James read my mind. With a smug smile, he flicked open the buckle and unzipped my trousers. His hot hand slid into the narrow opening of fabric and freed my cock from its nesting place. "Oh, God," I moaned, my knees weakening at his touch. "Sit," he hissed, backing me against the desk. Half-seated, halfstanding, I rested my bottom onthe edge of the wooden desk and gripped his shoulders for support. James flashed me a quick smile and then slid down on his knees.

  My senses reeled as the hot, wet sensation of his mouth engulfed my hardened length. A ripple of pleasure washed down my spine and straight to my groin. My fingers speared through the coarse hair on his head and found nothing to hold onto. With every wet, deep glide of his mouth, I ached, longing to explode. If it were possible, James was literally sucking me senseless. Finally, I couldn't stand the sweet torture of his mouth any longer.

  "Oh Christ!" I caved, giving into the wicked orgasm. My hips twitched and jerked sharply as my hands white-knuckled the edges of the desktop. The climax boiled up from my balls and hotly spurted into James' eager mouth. With a final groan, I slouched back on the cool, wooden surface of the desk and closed my eyes, gasping for breath.

  I was like an airplane that had soared high into the sky, broken the sound barrier, then crashed back down to earth. When I finally regained my senses, I opened my eyes to see James grinning down at me. "Are you all right, sir?" Still speechless, I merely nodded as he offered me a hand and drew

  me upright. "Mr. MacDonald, sir, m-may I come now?" It was then I realized that he had not come yet. His cock still bobbed between his thighs, rock hard and taunt. James' handsome face was flushed, his pupils dilatedwith erotic torment.

  I rose from the desktop and straightened myself, readjusting the disheveled trousers, then turned to face him. "Are you asking for my permission to come, James?"

  "Yes, sir." He gazed into my eyes imploringly, "May I please come, Mr. MacDonald, sir?"

  "On one condition, Goldman." I raised my chin, holding his gaze as my controlled disposition returned.

  "Yes, anything you want, sir." He nodded. "Whatever you deem necessary…just tell me."

  I inclined my head to the desk. "I want you to sit on my desk and masturbate …while I watch. Do you understand me, Goldman?"

  James licked his lips, his eyes glazing over as he considered my request. "You want me to jerk off on your desk, sir, while you watch?"

  "That's right, Goldman," I nodded. "My classroom, my rules. Remember?"

  "Absolutely, sir." James flashed me a quick grin. He backed up and slid onto the edge of the large wooden desk. His naked body still glistened under the florescent lighting as he cupped his ridged cock in his palm.

  "Now proceed," I gave a firm nod, then stepped back to watch. James was already gritting his teeth, struggling to make the most of my request as he began to stroke along the hardened length of his cock.

  I was utterly spellbound as his pace picked up speed. Sweat beaded his brow as the sound of his heavy breathing filled the room.

  "That's it, Goldman." I coaxed. "Show me how you jack off at night in the barracks when you think no one's watching you."

  "Y-yes sir," he gasped as his dark eyes half-closed into narrow slits. I watched with silent awe and fascination as James turned his attention inward. His cheeks flushed a deep rosy hue. Caught up in his own erotic pleasure, he struggled for control, to stretch the moment and to make it last.

  I stood back, mesmerized. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him stroke himself. His fingers curled around his thick shaft, tugging with long, fluid strokes. Tension filled the air around him, crackling like a wild storm about to break. His ragged breathing was like music to my ears as he reached down with his other hand and cupped his balls.

  Do it. Do it! I silently chanted. My own body twinged in empathy. How many times had I fantasized, jerked off to the image of this rebellious young man? Now, it was his turn. And I was elated watching every single minute of his masturbation.

  "Oh, yesss," he hissed as his hand moved up and down his cock. A bead of sweat trickled slowly down his cheek, but his concentration was tightly pulled inward. Each stroke grew more frantic, exciting me more. Jimmy seemed unaware of me, blissfully carried away by the primal pull of his own sexual rhythm.

  "Oh, Jack," he hotly panted. My heart fluttered in my chest. I was astonished. He'd called out my name! Then, a low, animalistic groan escaped from his lips. He was dangling on the brink of orgasm. His entire bodyshuddered in the throes of pleasure and, with a feisty yelp, he came. Milky fluid splattered upon his bare thighs and onto the smooth, polished wood beneath him until he slumped forward…totally spent.

  I realized I was holding my breath. I inhaled and eased over to the desk. Choked with emotion, I encircled James' sagging shoulders and held him close. Listening to his breath return to its normal pattern, I reeled in the tenderness of the moment. For that split second in time, there was no teacher or pupil, no dominant nor submissive. Just the two of us. Two men sharing mutual pleasures.

  A few minutes passed before James stirred in my arms. He looked up into my eyes and gave me a thin smile.

  "You know, Mr
. MacDonald, I jacked off every night I was stationed in Iraq," he sighed. "I guess I needed to do something to prove to myself that I was still alive and kicking. Especially after all the chaos and death I'd witnessed."

  His confession tugged at my heart strings. "James, I'm sure it was a rough tour of duty, but you did make it home. And you're alive and in one piece."

  "Yes, and this is one helluva way to welcome me home, sir." James' smile spread all the way up to his eyes as he gazed at me. "Thank you."

  James captured my mouth in a brief, yet tender kiss before he pulled from my embrace and rose from the desk.

  "So, what are we going to do now that your tour of duty is over?" I inquired softly. "Do you have any plans?"

  James was already unfolding his uniform. He took extra care as he drew his slacks over the pink paddle markings that covered his taut, tight ass cheeks. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him dress with caution. I had given him quite a spanking. Hopefully one that James wouldn't forget any time soon.

  "I'm heading out to Los Angeles to hook up with some of my platoon buddies," he grinned. "I think I deserve a little R & R before settling down."

  "Yes, you sure do, James, but I'm happy you decided to come today," I smiled as I proceeded to wipe the white splatters off my desk with my handkerchief, then turned to look into his soft, dark eyes.

  James had finished dressing, straightening his uniform, and he was ready to leave.

  "You know," I added thoughtfully, "it's nice to know you haven't changed too much." "What do you mean by that?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. "You still have that wildly rebellious streak, young man." James moved toward the door and unlatched the lock. "And you, Mr. MacDonald, are one of the few who can reprimand me in just the right way, sir." He grinned; pivoting to face me, then gave a quick, sharp salute.

  Before I could reply, James Goldman turned the knob and slipped outinto the empty hall.

  As I heard the echo of his footfalls fading down the hallway, I smiled to myself. Yes, shaping the future of my pupils does take dedication and lots of discipline. I'll probably, more than likely, be here at Eastmore Academy for many Homecoming Alumni Days. My pupils will graduate every single year and move on. However, sometimes, it's nice to know that some people will never change…no matter what.