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Subject: {ASSM} Dale10's Peter's Home Schooling Part One
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Date: Thu,  8 Apr 2004 21:10:01 -0400
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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. But it was to get worse...much
worse.

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