Message-ID: <47332asstr$1081473001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: maipenraikhap@msn.com (brad) X-Original-Message-ID: <12f7851d.0403311551.7a752c43@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2004 23:51:50 +0000 (UTC) X-Spamscanner: mailbox6.ucsd.edu (v1.4 Mar 2 2004 11:47:57, 0.7/5.0 2.63) X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 94375 i2VNqL36025140 mailbox6.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 31 Mar 2004 15:51:49 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Dale10's Peter's Home Schooling Part One Lines: 106 Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2004 21:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/47332> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, hecate Peter was very nervous. Stealing Dad's money to buy some weed was the last draw. Dad hadn't been too happy when Peter got the earring, and he had warned the boy. Peter's Dad was a very important and busy businessman, and didn't have time to waste on his troublemaking son. Last year when Peter had been arrested for stripping a younger kid at a dance and making the boy jerk off in front of the group. Peter insisted it was only a prank, but the cops had taken three of the boys involved in to the station. Peter's Dad was very well known in the community, and didn't like the bad press one bit. There there was the issue of grades. Peter's grades had been falling off horribly, and his Dad had had such high hopes for the boy. So ....with the stealing incident, Peter's Dad yanked him out of school and hired a private tutor to handle the boy. Peter sat nervosly waiting to see what Mr. Clark would be like. He knew he wasn't too old, but would he tolerate the boy's lazy attitude. Peter hoped maybe he could cont he teacher, or perhaps bully him with the family's power and influence. His hopes were dashed the minute the handsome young teacher entered the room. "STAND UP WHEN I ENTER THE ROOM, YOU FUCKING CUNT!" Mr. Clark hauled Peter to his feet and shook the boy by his shirt front. Peter's jaw dropped. He had never been treated this way in his young life. "You can't talk to me like that...." he protested. Mr. Clark raised one hand and slapped the boy hard. Then he followed with a back handed slap that sent the 16 year old kid's spinning. "DON'T YOU FUCKING SPEAK UNLESS YOU ARE TOLD TO. THINGS ARE GOING TO BE DIFFERENT AROUND HERE FROM NOW ON. YOU ARE GOING TO SHAPE UP, CUNTBRAIN!" Mr. Clark shook the boy again and Peter cried out as some of his soft smooth chest skin was caught in the man's grip. "Owwww, you're pinching my chest!" "YOU FUCKING SISSYHOLE. OKAY...OPEN YOUR SHIRT. SHOW ME YOUR BRUISED CHEST NOW!" "No, it's okay..I just..." "OPEN THE FUCKING SHIRT ASSWIPE. YOU DO WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO IT." Mr. Clark looked so proper and intellegent, Peter couldn't believe this young tutor used such language as part of his teaching. What was going on? Wait until he told his dad. "I'll tell my father, and he'll bring a law suit against you....." SLAP!!!!! SLAP!!!!! The hand again across his face, sending it swinging this way and that. Peter's head spun. "You father instructed me to treat you this way, you Tampon Breath you....he said I was to do whatever was necessary to get you in shape. He is sick to death of the trouble you have caused him. I think it's because you are a fucking faggot and dont have a normal sexual outlet like most boys your age." "I'm not a faggot..I like girls." Peter said, trying to defend himself. "Oh yeah...then why the faggoty earring?" "Its popular now.....and I..." "DO YOU FUCK GIRLS?" "That's none of your....." SLAP SLAP. "WRONG ANSWER,PUSSYMOUTH. I ASKED...DO YOU FUCK GIRLS? HOW MANY GIRLS HAVE YOU HAD YOUR DICK IN?" "Well...I haven't exactly gone all the way yet, but I do date alot of....." "I KNEW IT A FUCKING FAGGOT. YOUR POOR FATHER. NOW OPEN THE FUCKING SHIRT AND SHOW ME YOUR TITS." Peter opened his shirt. "You see...you bruised my skin here..." "HOLY SHIT WHAT A FUCKING PUSSY. AND LOOK AT THOSE TITS...THOSE ARE LIKE CUNT NIPPLES. DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU HAVE GIRLIE UDDERS? " "They are not..." Peter screamed. "My tits are normal...they're just like..." Mr. Clark kicked the boy right in the balls. Peter doubled up wracked with pain and wanting to puke. The truth was the boy had a nice slender well proportioned chest with small very masculine nipples. "IF I SAY YOU HAVE CUNT NIPPLES..THEN YOU HAVE CUNT NIPPLES. NOW, WHAT KIND OF NIPPLES DO YOU HAVE?" Peter didn't know what to do. He wanted to make a break for the door, but what good would that do? He mumbled..."I have cunt nipples." "LOUDER GIRLIEBOY..WHAT KIND OF UDDERS DO YOU HAVE?" "I have cunt nipples..." Peter said louder as Mr. Clark grabbed some boy tit in each hand and tugged and twisted. "Louder..." "I HAVE CUNT NIPPLES......." Peter screamed at the top of his lungs, as Mr. Clark worked the teenage boy tits harshly. "Give me your belt....fuckhole!" Mr. Clark held out his hand. Peter gave him his belt. "Now take down your pants and underpants. I am going to give you a good solid ass beating to show you who is boss here. Then maybe we can get down to some studying. WELL GET TO IT, SHITFACE!" Cute, young, sixteen year old Peter began to undo his pants. "While I am home schooling you, there will be rules to follow..." Mr. Clark said, watching the boy unzip his trousers. "You will be allowed no phone calls to friends. You are grounded for the next two months. In the house form now on, you will wear only a pair of white briefs...nothing else. That will make it easier for me to beat your ass when I have to. You will not eat snacks between meals..you will only eat meals when I give you permission. You will not piss or shit without permission. And God help you if I catch you jerking off. Your father has given me two months to get you in line, and I intend to do it." Peter stood there, his trousers around his ankles, looking yummy in his small white briefs. He had a nice round ass..perfect for ass whipping. Mr. Clark got a hard on looking at the boy. "Well, Douchebag, take down your panties. How the fuck can I beat your bare ass if you don't?" "But, Sir, I haven't done anything yet....." "YOU WILL. CONSIDER THIS A PRE-EMPTIVE STRIKE! NOW TAKE DOWN THE FUCKING PANTIES , OR I SWEAR I WILL DO IT FOR YOU AND YOU WILL BE SORRY...I MAY DAMAGE YOUR FUCKSACK INT HE PROCESS. AND LEAN OVER THE TABLE SO I CAN GET A NICE CLEAR SHOT AT YOUR ASS GLOBES." Peter was shaking as he lowered his underpants. No one had ever treated him like this in his whole life. It was like some kind of nightmare. Mr. Clark spun the boy around and bent him over the desk. "Ten good swats with the leather belt to begin with. We'll go easy on you today.Ten on the ass. And then two good thwacks to your ball sack , just to teach you who is the teacher and who is the student." And so Peter's home schooling bagan. 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