Disciplining Young Gentlemen

Tracy gleefully bounded from her desk. Many of the girls giggled as Tracy almost dashed around the desks to go get the professor, momentarily bumping into Benjamin's erect cock as she did so. When she reached him she grabbed him by the hand and almost literally dragged him to the front of the room. "C'mon, c'mon, Mr. Stratton. This will be so cool!" Tracy found just about everything that a professor suggested to be 'real cool.'

Mr. Stratton reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled around to the front of the class. He was really very uncertain about this. As she pulled him along with one hand, he used the other to hide the source of his troubles with his clipboard.

"Now don't be shy, Mr. Stratton," Miss Harding implored. "Mr. Peters and I often directly participate with the students in many of the New School sessions."

Mr. Stratton was in fact aware of that, having read, of course, many of the reports (e.g., "Mr. Peters and the cell phone" and "Miss Harding teaches the boys a lesson"). He just couldn't help but wonder though if having his pants pulled down in the class might undermine his credibility, his authority, as a professor. At least this wasn't a Longwood class, nor was it being taped. Thank goodness for that. He let himself be dragged to the front of the class, pulled along by the girl's little hand.

"Here he is, Miss Harding!" Tracy exclaimed as they arrived to stand by Miss Harding, Benjamin, and Miss Pepperidge, still holding the reluctant professor's hand, perhaps knowing full well that he might slink back to the back of the class if she did let him go.

"Very good, Tracy," Miss Harding said, as she took the clipboard from the professor's reluctant hand. "Now, if you would, take down Mr. Stratton's pants and underpants." She added, "Be sure to take them all the way down to his ankles."

"Yes, Miss Harding," Tracy obediently replied. She was always careful to closely follow instructions. She let go of Mr. Stratton's hand and turned her attention to his belt, a moment of anxiety sweeping through her. It wasn't like she was especially experienced at undoing men's belts, particularly the belts of professors. She loved showing off in front of the class, but usually it was something at which she was confidently well-rehearsed. She wished Miss Harding had warned her that she would be asking her to do something like this. She could have practice a bit at home, perhaps with her father's belt. Her parents did always help her with her homework. But, she realized that this part of the exercise wasn't exactly planned in advance.

Mr. Stratton was perhaps even more uncomfortable. Actually, he was very uncomfortable, standing there as this undergraduate undid his belt in front of the class. A part of him felt like he should help. She was obviously having a bit of difficulty, and it felt rather odd to just stand by while she fumbled with it. A teacher shouldn't just stand there while a student is struggling. On the other hand, a teacher should also let a student learn on his or her own. You can't do everything for them. You learn best through your own trial and error, your own experiences. Perhaps, though, his greatest confusion was simply over the fact that she was actually doing this. He again looked over at Miss Pepperidge.

This time Miss Pepperidge didn't look away, in part because she didn't meet his eyes. Her eyes were focused instead on Tracy's fingers, and the front of Mr. Stratton's pants. She had a little grin on her face, and a twinkle in her eye, as she lightly danced her fingers along Benjamin's stiff, throbbing dick, the other fingers continuing to work away at her own little stiff nub.

Benjamin closed his eyes, basking in the pleasure of Miss Pepperidge's fingers, which clearly had become more enthusiastic with the arrival of Mr. Stratton. She might be distracted by him, but it was a quite useful and pleasant distraction with respect to his own interests.

Tracy eventually got the belt undone. She sighed with relief, and smiled in triumph. The rest was easy. Or, at least, the button and zipper were easy. She even giggled at doing that. She felt like such a naughty girl, undoing a guy's pants. She could feel her heart racing. She wasn't sure if it was because it was so much fun, once again, to be assisting Miss Harding in front of the class, or that, for the first time, she was going to pull down a guy's pants.

"It's easier if you get down on your knees in front of him," Miss Harding advised.

"Thank you, Miss Harding," Tracy replied, very grateful for the suggestion. Miss Harding was such a helpful teacher. She must know pretty much how to do most anything. She got down on her knees in front of the professor, and grasped the waistband of his pants and underwear. It was her moment of truth.

Mr. Stratton took a deep breath as he felt the girl's hands clasp hold of his slacks and underwear. It was his moment of truth. Somehow, in his years as a professor, he had not imagined that his pants and underwear would be pulled down in front of a class of students. He wondered if he would still command their respect once they saw him, that way. He kept saying to himself, 'I'm a professor, I'm a professor, I'm a professor,' as his slacks and underwear were pulled down, his dick popping out.

He was no longer entirely erect, which was understandable, given the last few minutes. However, Tracy was not disappointed. This was her first unwrapping of a man's cock, and it was a professor's no less. To her, it was really quite impressive. "Oh my, Miss Harding," she exclaimed, "Mr. Stratton is even bigger than Benjamin!"

Nobody else felt that way, and there was quite a bit giggling from the class. Mr. Stratton felt the blush rush to his head, and away from his penis. The giggling was directed largely at Tracy's smitten infatuation for his penis, but Mr. Stratton could not help but perceive it directed at his penis. He did though appreciate Tracy's appreciation, even if it was obviously exaggerated.

Benjamin scowled. He was somewhat relieved at the shifting of the attention away from him toward someone else, but there was no way that this man's cock was bigger than his. His self-esteem had indeed grown with his cock, and he felt like he should say something to defend himself. He decides to say nothing, and then realized that perhaps he was in fact responding well to Miss Harding's instructive effort to have him develop better self-control over what he said.

It did look terribly big to Tracy. Tracy's exaggerated adulation was also due to her close proximity to Mr. Stratton's cock, her eyes just a inch or so away from the head. She continued to gaze at it, her eyes wide open, like she was a little girl gazing upon a giant tasty popsicle, one with her most favorite flavor.

Miss Harding was perhaps the only person in the room who maintained her pedagogical composure. She could see that Mr. Stratton's cock was not really bigger than Benjamin's, but size was not necessarily that important. Plus, she knew it was important for a professor to maintain the admiration of his students. "Yes, I see that, Tracy," she said. "Mr. Stratton does indeed have a very impressive penis."

Anthony now scowled as well. He could clearly see that Benjamin's penis was larger than Mr. Stratton's, and he did not appreciate the obvious favoritism Miss Harding was providing her fellow professor. He should not perhaps be surprised that professors would stick together, but, still, if they were to model truthfulness and dispassionate objectivity, Miss Harding should have provided an honest appraisal. Still, though, he did not favor any explicit comparisons, as he could tell that once Mr. Stratton got fully erect he would be bigger than him.

With two other penises now exposed, Melissa felt that this was a pretty good opportunity to provide a bit more attention to Anthony's cock. She leaned forward, turned his stiff penis toward her, and slipped the head full into her mouth, being careful to keep from disturbing the flag, which butted against her chin.

Anthony gasped in appreciation. There are few better feelings than the head of one's cock being swallowed into the mouth of a girl. It was so fundamentally wonderful, so intensely pleasurable. He closed his eyes in bliss as he felt the girl's wet tongue softly licking, exploring, caressing his cock. He had never really noticed Melissa before this day's class, and he now realized that this had been a big mistake. He could really get to like this girl, and he had long since forgotten about what's her name, Penny.

Miss Harding added, "But, I don't think Mr. Stratton is as big as he could be." Miss Harding recalled a Sterling Cooper ad campaign for the army that had used that slogan, with a rather similar implication (see "Ad men").

"I can make him bigger, Miss Harding!" Tracy naturally offered. She sure as heck didn't want to be shown up by another student. After all, Mr. Stratton's penis was really her responsibility now, wasn't it? She had been momentarily flustered by the sight of Benjamin's big penis. She was not about to be silenced this time. She didn't even wait for Miss Harding to give her permission. She knew what boys liked. She had never done it before, but she had studied hard in her classes, she had been paying attention, and she instantly gulped the head of Mr. Stratton's cock into her mouth, as well as cupped his balls with her little hand. She remembered that Miss Harding had said earlier that boys like it when you gently caress their balls.

Benjamin was bigger than Mr. Stratton, but Mr. Stratton was no pencil-penis, by any means. He did have a meaty masculine manhood, a very thick, large bulbous plum, which Tracy had to open wide to engulf. Tracy was a rather petite girl. She might have a big mouth in some respects, but not when it came to absorbing the head of a cock, and she had to really stretch her lips to get the whole thing in. It really did look like she was biting off more than she could chew, but, true to form, she didn't complain. "I canth duth ith, Mth Hurdtgh, realthy I cnth," she slobbered, her mouth too full to speak clearly.

The eyes of the boys in class were now much more interested in Mr. Stratton's cock than in Benjamin's, or at least what Tracy was doing to it. They would have a new found respect for her in future classes. As far as they were concerned, she could talk as much as she wanted to, as long as she followed up with something like this.

A few of the girls giggled at Tracy's predicament, although some were quite openly jealous, and others were appalled. It just didn't seem right to suck on a professor's cock, at least right in front of the class.

Mr. Stratton was himself rather shocked, although very much pleased, and he quickly swelled back to full erection. This girl was not at all experienced, but there was something quite wonderful about an inexperienced, young mouth engorged by your thick, hard cock.

Tracy arched her back, trying to be sure to keep the growing python from bursting from her mouth.

Mr. Stratton again looked to Miss Pepperidge as he felt his dick growing, swelling, in the pretty girl's mouth, wondering if Mandy was appalled or shocked.

But, she didn't raise any objections. Her eyes were open wide, but she appeared to be more interested, more fascinated, than shocked.

Miss Pepperidge was indeed entranced, as she watched Tracy struggle to gobble the head of Mr. Stratton's thick cock. She diddled herself more energetically beneath her skirt, at times sliding a finger deep into her cunt, getting it all wet and slimy with her feminine fluids, and then returning it to her clit, to softly work her warm, sticky dew into her stiff little button. She wondered if in fact whether she should do the same thing for Benjamin, sucking on the boy's cock to help him develop his self-discipline, although she could also see Tracy's discomfort at having such a big one stuffed into her mouth. It probably wouldn't be good for her position, her image, as a professor to suck off a boy in front of the students, particularly if his cock was too big for her mouth. That would be pretty embarrassing for a teacher. She could though at least offer to help Tracy. She imagined, as she softly stroked Benjamin's cock, that she would have an easier time with Eric's dick than Tracy. She wouldn't want him, of course, to hurt the poor girl. Imagine having to explain that to her parents.

However, as she was absentmindedly squeezing, caressing, and stroking Benjamin's cock, she suddenly felt him twitch. Before it was too late she quickly squeezed her index finger and thumb around his shaft, wrestling him back into submission. She cursed herself for forgetting her duties as a teacher, apparently lost in her fantasies about Eric's, Mr. Stratton's, cock.

Benjamin bent over a bit, his eyes cringing. He had been so close that time, and was so hoping that with the distraction of Tracy sucking off Mr. Stratton, he could get away with cumming. But, Miss Pepperidge was apparently a pretty good teacher.

The sight of Benjamin buckling over brought Miss Harding back to attention as well. She had been daydreaming about sucking off someone's cock as she watched Tracy work so hard on Mr. Stratton's hard-on, all the while fondling Benjamin's taught boyish butt. She knew that she would have to visit Mr. Peters' office after class, perhaps to have another round in the pillory (see "The pillory"). She exclaimed, "Alright, alright," letting go of Benjamin's butt to clap her hands to get Tracy's attention. "That's enough, Tracy, that's enough."

Tracy's mouth slipped from Mr. Stratton's cock with a big pop. She didn't really want to let go of it, but she knew it was best to follow Miss Harding's instruction and, besides, she was very pleased with what she had accomplished and didn't mind showing it off to the rest of the class. It was one of her proudest show and tells. His cock was indeed now much larger and stiffer, and the crown was all purple and shiny. It was now a truly very impressive cock, one befitting an important professor. "Did I do good job, Miss Harding?"

The students rolled their eyes. Just like Tracy, always fishing for the compliments. But, they had to admit that she had done a pretty good job.

"Oh yes, dear, very good. Now, why don't you return to your seat."

Tracy frowned at that instruction, but she got back up on her feet and smiled triumphantly at the class as she returned to her seat, although again bumping into Benjamin's dick as she passed by. "Oops, sorry," she exclaimed as she felt her hip collide with the thick round head of his cock. She got back into her seat, admiring the sight now of two stout male erections pointing out toward the class, one of which was all her doing.

"Okay now, Mr. Stratton," Miss Harding instructed, "why don't we let all the students in the class have a good look. Why don't you walk down the aisle, and let each girl have a closer, personal inspection."

"What?!" Mr. Stratton's heart seemed to stop at the suggestion, as did the hearts race for many of the girls in the class.

Miss Harding explained. "We don't normally have the boy present his penis to girls in the class, but you're not a boy, are you, Mr. Stratton."

He just shook his head, feeling a little speechless.

"I think we should have a little hands-on instruction on the part of the professor, don't you think girls?"

Most of the girls could not agree more. The boys, on the other hand, were not particularly interested. Miss Stratton was also ambivalent, in that she was feeling rather jealous, as she was feeling Benjamin, hoping to feel Mr. Stratton as well.

"And," Miss Harding added, "while the girl in front of you is inspecting your penis, the girl behind you can administer a few spanks! It's always best to combine both pleasure and punishment within the New School method."

Mr. Stratton sighed deeply as he gazed upon the eager eyes of the girls. Of course, it would be, should be, pleasurable to present his stiff naked cock to a large number of pretty girls, but somehow this wasn't quite as he imagined such an experience would be.

"Of course," Miss Harding added, "if there is a boy in either desk, he can choose not to participate. We don't want to place anybody within a situation in which they are uncomfortable," other than Mr. Stratton, of course.

He looked to Miss Pepperidge for sympathy, for support, and perhaps for some way to get out of this.

But, she only smiled, and tried, not entirely effectively, to suppress a giggle as she looked at her colleague's erection poking out from his body. She said, encouragingly, "C'mon, Eric, be a trooper, let all the girls admire your penis. It's really very handsome." She blushed at the admission of her attraction. Normally she was not that open about her feelings of attraction. Good girls should be more modest and reserved. But, something about a naked hard cock made her feel a bit less inhibited.

She did in fact think that it would be fun. She imagined walking up and down an aisle of desks, the boy behind her spanking her bottom, the boy in front fingering her cunt. She slid a finger deep up inside her twitching, shivering cunt, just at the thought of it. Of course, she wasn't too sure that she would be able to fit this into a lesson plan. She had, though, heard of some other innovative teaching techniques being implemented at Templeton. Perhaps before they departed for Longwood, they might stop by one of the classes of Miss Nishida (see "Miss Nishida motivates the boys"), who had recently won a national award for innovative classroom instruction.

Miss Harding did at least provide one gesture of support. "If you wish, Mr. Stratton, you can step out of your underwear and slacks." She knew it would be awkward for the man to have to walk up and down the aisles with his pants and underpants tangled around his ankles. She didn't really want to unduly embarrass one of her colleagues.

Mr. Stratton stepped out of his underwear and slacks, his stiff cock swinging in the air as he did so, the girls' eyes all watching it bob and weave, like it was some sort of hypnotist's mesmerizing wand.

It was actually pretty cool to see a professor's naked stiff cock in class, at least most of them felt that way. Melody though scowled. It was bad enough for him to try to shove it in her face when it was in his pants. She wasn't looking forward to touching it outside of his pants when he brought it to her desk.

Mr. Stratton proceeded down the first aisle, facing the girl seated in the first seat, which was Melissa.

Melissa at first smiled broadly. How cool was this! She gleefully reached out and grasped hold of the professor's thick, big, hard cock. Now she had two of them in her hands, something she had never experienced before.

It was a little harder to stroke the professor's penis, as she had to use her left hand on his, but she quickly got the hang of it. Plus, Mr. Stratton was not circumcised, and so his foreskin helped her to give him a real good handjob, sliding his foreskin on and off his cock, making all sorts of squishy noises as it did so.

Mr. Stratton gasped with pleasure, and then his eyes opened wide with surprise, and a bit of pain.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The girl behind him was spanking his butt, and with considerably more enthusiasm and force than Miss Harding had applied to Anthony, or Benjamin. Students did often demonstrate a lack of restraint, which is not too surprising when they're given the opportunity to discipline a professor.

Mr. Stratton quickly extricated himself from the attack on his butt to proceed down the aisle, although in doing so he had to leave the lovely grip of Melissa's girlish hand.

Anthony was not at all disappointed in seeing him depart. He did not like the close comparison of his stiff but boyish tool with the more manly cock of Mr. Stratton, and he particularly didn't like watching Melissa so obviously enjoy stroking him.