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Subject: {ASSM} Dale10's Peter's Home Schooling Part Two
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Date: Wed,  7 Apr 2004 18:10:02 -0400
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Mr. Clark had Peter bent over the table, the boy's trousers
and underpants down to reveal his smooth white teeange ass globes.  Mr.
Clark drew back his arm.
                 "Not a word out of you now, you worthless Cunt."  He
barked, and then he lashed the thick belt as hard as he could across the
pale ass cheeks.  "WHACK.  WHACK..."  The poor boy rose up on his toes, his
fingers clawed at the edges of the table. He banged his head head on the
table top too...the pain was so intense. His ass felt as if it was on fire.
             Mr. Clark looked at the red welts rising on the ass globes.
He rubbed the leaking erection in his own pants.  This was the way to deal
with a fucking irresponsible teenage punk.
             "Eight more to go, Cuntface. Not a peep out of you now, or we
go back to the start."  The boy tried to rise from the table..."Get your
fucking body down, Dickdump....for that little trick, we'll just forget
those first two I gave you and start again."
            "Oh God...no..it hurt so bad...please...sir."
           "It hurt so badly..badly is an adverb. We'll add two swats for
that grammar mistake.That's twelve. Your sweet little ass is going to be
ripped up something awful. Good thing you no longer have driving
rights....because you won't be able to sit down for a week anyway. Now shut
the fuck up and take your whipping, unless you'd like me to add a few more?"
          It was the most painful fifteen minutes of the boys life. Peter
had never known such pain existed. Between strokes, Mr. Clark would rub the
big red welts with his hands and pinch the tormented flesh. Each time Mr.
Clark touched his ass, Peter's entire body shook. His strong lean legs
tensed..his back arched...his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge
of the table. Spit ran from his cute mouth and pooled beneath his face.
     "And Twelve....." Mr. Clark said, finishing the last swipe. He had
worked up quite a sweat, and the front of his trousers was tented out from
his erect leaking dick.  The ass has already turned blue in places.  The
boy's body trembled and shook uncontrollably.  He was moaning and mumbling
something to himself.  His nose was running and joining the mess on the
table.
    "And now one nice swat on your ball sack to teach you respect. Spread
your legs as wide as you can. "
    "I respect you sir...I respect you...." the boy whispered, snot and
saliva covering his lips.
    "Oh I know you do, Peter. And you will learn to respect me more. But a
nice hard belt to your fuckbags will increase that respect. Now spread your
legs as wide as you can so your balls hang down. You have nice full
nuts..that's good. If you were allowed to date girls, they would really get
off on your nuts. They would lick them and suck them. Chicks love to lick
guy's scrotums. Of course being a fucking faggot, you wouldn't know that.
Swing your nuts a little so they really hang loose in the bag. It will make
the lick of the belt more effective. A guys scrotum is one of his most
sensitive places, you know. When the enemy capture a soldier in any war and
want to inerrogate him, one of the first things they go for is the guy's
fucksack. We'll be doing lots of work with your balls to keep you studying
properly.  By the time I'm finished tutoring you, they'll probably be
hanging half way down to your knees. Now just hold still so I can get a good
shot at your nuts.  I have to swing the belt up...and its not easy. I want
it to snap against your babymakers..right on the nuts themselves. You ever
caught a ball in your bags in gym..or gotten kneed by accident. Well this
will be about a hundred times worse.Feel free to fall to the floor and sob
all you want after this. Shit, I won't blame you one bit."
       "Please sir....I respect you...I don't need this. Please. I'll be
good."
       "Of course you will Peter, I don't doubt it. But you know how our
President feels about re-emptive strikes. Its better to hit first and hit
hard. Teach you to kekep that little weapon of mass destruction of yours in
line. Now be a good little pisstrough and spread your legs nice and wide."
       Whimpering and drooling, poor sixteen year old Peter spread his legs
as wide as he could, considering his trousers and underpants were still
around his ankles.  His black and blue ass quivered.
      "Okay..everybody ready....This is going to be a good one. If you black
out Peter, don't worry, I'll revive you. I can't wait to tell your dad about
this. Okay..here comes..."
       Mr. Clark jerked up his strong slender arm...the belt snapped up and
the tip of it bit at the teenage boy ball bag.  Peter let out a scream that
must have shocked the housekeeping staff downstairs.  His boyish yell
bounced off the walls and rang in his own ears. The pain was unbelievable.
It started as a sharp lick of fired on the fuck sack flesh. Then a gut
churning punch to the nuts themselves. Then a sickening coursing of pain up
through his whole body from the nuts. Then a violent nausea. He fell to the
floor. He wanted to cup his nuts but they hurt so badly, he was afraid to
touch them.  The pain kept twisting and pounding through his guts.
        Mr. Clark put a foot on the boy's naked hip. "Now that's what you'll
get everytime you fuck up. So do you hear me Peter, you do not want to fuck
up in any way." Mr. Clark moved the tip of his loafer to Peter's agonized
face.  He pushed the toe of his shoe at Peter's mouth.  "Suck on that..it
will help with the pain."   Peter cried harder as he was forced to suck the
toe of the teacher's shoe.  "You'll be polishing alll my shoes that way from
now on..licking them clean. The soles too.  So you might as well get used to
it. You will also be sucking the stains from my jock straps and underwear
with your mouth. GEt used to it Peter. This is not going to be a pleasant
few months for you. But you will end up a better person for it. I am going
to break you completely...and then rebuild you as your dad wants you to be.
Now get on your feet and get into that chair. GO."
    Mr. Clark kicked Peter hard. Peter scrambled to his feet..his stomach
still turning and his boy nuts still throbbing.
    Mr. Clark smiled.  "Good boytwat Peter. I give you an order, and you
jump to it. That's the way to avoid any more scrotal smacks.  Now quick
boy..sit down in that chair."  Peter hobbled across the floor and then in an
effort to obey, pulled his underpants back up...as they covered his beaten
ass, he let out a scream of pain. Mr. Clark laughed.
   "Forgot about your sore ass, hey, Cuntbreath?  Sit down in that chair
now...."  He gave Peter a shove and the teenage boy flopped down into the
chair, sending horrible flames of pain shooting through this body from his
ass.
   "AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"  he screamed. He buried his cute face in one
sleeve of his shirt.
   "Oh that's right, its not easy to sit down is it...sorry, I forgot..."
Mr. Clark said laughing, the belt still in his hand.  "Now Peter, I never
told you to pull your panties back up, did I?  Do you think you should get
punished for that? Maybe two more nut smacks?"
   "I'm sorry sir..I'm sorry..I didn't know. I'll do what you want..."
   "Well, I'm a nice guy, so we'll let it go this time.But now I want you to
take your panties down again so I can see your clit. Faggots don't have
dicks like men. They have clits like girls. So I want to see if you have a
nice girlie clit. GET THOSE PANTIES OFF NOW!"
    Peter stripped his underpants down. He was so ashamed. This horrible
nightmare just grew worse and worse. Surly his own father could not want
this for him. He thought of his friends...the fun he had had at school.
Everything in his life was different now. He sat huddled over in the chair,
his ass and balls wracked with pain. His pants and underpants were at his
feet...his hands covered his teenage prick and balls.  He looked down,
afraid to make eye contact with the new tutor.
   "Spread your legs, girlieboy...and show me your clit!"

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