I was shaken by the sight of the whip. And the panties, what were they doing there?
"I don't understand. You mean this Roger, whoever he is, wants me to wear these panties for some reason? What's wrong with the ones I've got on? And what about that damned whip? What's that got to do with fucking, anyway?"
"The whip has a great deal to do with tucking if you happen to have Roger's viewpoint," said Percy. "As for the panties, they're for him to wear, not you."
"I don't know if I can help you out or not," I said. "The whole thing sounds pretty weird. I honestly don't know if Roger's scene would interest me enough to-"
"Will you reserve judgment until you see him?" requested Percy. "You do like young boys, don't you?"
"Yes, but-" I began.
Again he interrupted me. "Then look in at Roger. He's right here in the bedroom. He's asleep in the bed." Re winked at me, impishly.
Percy opened the door and I saw a blond-headed kid lying asleep, with the covers half off. Between his legs was a monster cock. Maybe it only looked big because he was just a kid and hadn't yet attained his full growth, but it certainly looked every bit of six inches soft.
Percy saw me staring at the kid's cock and smiled. "I thought that might interest you," he said. "That's quite a cock for a boy only thirteen years old, don't you think? And you should see it hard, rye measured it. At thirteen, the kid's got a full seven and a half inches when it's stiff."
It was really a magnificent prick, I had to admit that. And on the kid's normal-sized body, it appeared to be even longer and fatter than it was. I tip-toed towards the bed.
Percy giggled. "Want a better look, huh? I don't blame you. But you don't have to worry about waking him up. Roger sleeps like a log, so you needn't tiptoe."
I stood beside the bed and looked at the kid's cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it. He was so normal-sized and his cock was so abnormal-sized. He was maybe five feet, four inches tall, with a fairly muscular, but not outstanding, build. But that prick of his… fantastic!
"Changed your mind?" asked Percy, a hopeful note in his voice. "Want to be his teacher and show him how it is with a woman?"
"I have to tell you I'm certainly interested," I said. "I'd be lying through my teeth if I claimed otherwise. But what's this bit with the whip and the panties?"
"No big deal," said Percy. "You see, Roger's from England. Spanking is still very big over there. People spank their kids more there than we do here in the states. And spanking for sexual pleasure is more common, too. You know, parents will spank their little son or daughter's naked ass for the purpose of punishing them, not realizing that it's very easy for a kid to get sexually excited from it. There's a pretty thin line between pain and pleasure. And if the kid happens to have a touch of incestuous interest in the parent that does the spanking, well there you have it… "
"You mean Roger would want me to whip him?" I asked.
"That's exactly what he wants," said Percy. "He's had men whip him lots of times. Now he wants to try sex with a woman, so he naturally wants the whip from her too."
"But the panties?" I asked. ‘What's the deal on them? You said they were for. him, not me."
"Right. He just likes to wear them when he's being whipped, that's all," Percy said. "And when you see how nice and stiff he gets when you whip him, you'll be glad you did. That prick of his gets like a fucking cylinder of steel. It sticks out through his panties like a goddamned metal rod."
It sure sounded funny to hear Percy refer to "his panties." But apparently that happened to be what turned him on. I kept staring at his cock and thinking how nice it would be to have the thing in me. Even though it was true I had begun to go for young boys, who naturally have smaller cocks than men, that didn't mean I had anything against a nice big fat one. Far from it. I had been more or less getting turned on to little boys in spite of their small organs. Here was my chance to have both at the same time-a young boy with a big dick.
Percy turned and started to leave the room. "The way you're looking at that thing, I think I have my answer. Thanks for helping out, I can assure you you're going to have a great time. I'm sure you can think of a nice way to wake him up. After he's awake, just take the whip and make him put on those panties. Then keep switching him with that whip and he'll raise a nice big hard-on."
"Hey, wait a minute," I called out. "How am I going to explain being here? He'll think it's pretty strange waking up with a woman in bed with him he's never seen before in his life."
"To tell you the truth," he said, "I took the liberty of telling him you'd be here. I was pretty sure you'd help us out, if I could just get you to take a look at his prick."
Percy popped out the door and left me alone with the kid. Roger continued to sleep away blissfully, with no idea in the world that a woman was in the room who was getting very hungry for a pussyful of his big beautiful cock.
After a few days of being at Brightwater I had become pretty brazen. I jerked off my clothes, kicked off my shoes, and leaped into bed with only my panties on. I went straight for his cock, slowly but firmly taking it in both hands and squeezing. Roger showed signs of stirring. I moved my hands up and down a few more strokes. Finally he opened his eyes and hesitantly said, "You must be… uh Millie."
I just smiled. Words seemed out of place, considering the fact that he had just awakened to find me jacking him off.
"You… you're naked," he said slowly. He was looking at my bare tits with a strange expression on his face.
"So are you," I replied. "I'm glad you are. I like you that way, you know."
"Listen," he began, "I've never been… you know… with a girl before. I've never-"
"Don't worry," I consoled, "Percy told me everything. I think it's great that you want to give girls a try." And I gave him a big smile.
But then I realized that his concern was based on something very specific in spite of the length of time I'd been playing with his cock, it wasn't any harder than when I'd begun.
He looked somewhat downcast when he saw that I had noticed. Most guys would have gotten a big stiff on just from looking at me in my panties and no bra, not to mention the added treat of having their cocks rubbed.
He rolled over on his side, away from me, so I was forced to let go of his cock. I was about to think it was useless for me to stay. Then I caught sight of the whip and panties lying on the chair beside the big king-sized bed.
I picked up the whip and said, "Roger, you've been pretty rotten, haven't you? I come in here and jack you off, and you don't even get a hard-on for me."
"I know," he said, his head bowed. "You're right, I've been bad… I… I don't have any excuse."
But apart from his defeatist remarks, I saw that something else was happening, His cock was trembling to life. No increase in size yet, but a definite movement was taking place inside it. A pulse of new life was occurring.
"You don't have any excuse, huh?" I accused. "Do you think you're going to get away with acting like that?"
"I… I don't know," he mumbled. "What are you going to do to me for it?"
His prick actually had begun to grow. Why hadn't I thought of it before? The key to Roger's sex life was the damned whip and panties. I should have remembered what Percy had told me. All I had to do was raise hell with him and mistreat him and he would have a hard prick for me.
"I'm going to whip your ass, that's what I'm going to do you worthless little bastard," I exclaimed.
His prick fairly leaped. The thing grew a half inch right before my eyes. This was too easy!
"Oh no, don't do that!" he cried.
"The hell I won't!" I retorted.
I slapped the whip a short stroke across his naked ass. The result was a yelp of pain but also a startling increase in the appearance of his cock. The fucking thing lengthened even more than before. It had to be very near its greatest size by now, I figured.
"And again!" I yelled, striking it back across hi~ ass in the opposite direction.
The big prick was now hard as a rock.
"I'm going to beat you ‘till you do what I want, you hear me?" I cried out at him.
"Oh no, don't whip me any more," he answered. But his big prick pulsed with passion, contradicting what be sad with his mouth.
"Yes I will!" I yelled.
I sent it whistling across his naked flesh again, leaving a long red mark in its wake.
"Oh… oh, that hurts," he moaned, "please don't!"
But his moan was more like an outcry of passion than one of pain.
"I tell you, Ill whip your ass ‘till you do everything I tell you to!" I yelled.
"What… what do you want me to do?" he asked timorously.
I threw the panties at him and said, "First, put these on. If you can't even get a hard-on when a girl jacks you off, you must be a girl yourself. So put on girl's underwear. Do it, do you bear? Get those panties on before I thrash the living daylights out of you! Hurry up, now, you haven't got all night!"
He scrambled into the sheer panties. It looked rather ridiculous to see that great big prick sticking out against the sheer fabric of those feminine panties. But the thing was so big and hard and shiny-red and stiff that I would have done whatever necessary to get it that way and keep it that way.
As soon as the panties were on he seemed to undergo quite a change emotionally. He turned onto his back and began to move his legs and ass in a seductive, languid way. Now his long cock stuck straight up into the air, making a tent of the panties. It looked almost like a support pole with a mosquito net stretched over it. And it swayed grandly whenever he moved his ass.
"Now pull down the front of your undies and let me see what you've got in there!" I commanded.
He didn't move quite fast enough to suit me, so I gave him another whack, this lime across the top of his thighs. To my surprise, I found I was actually beginning to enjoy using the whip on him. It was no longer just something I was doing to satisfy his perverse needs. I whacked him again, reveling in the moan that came from his lips.
He pulled down the front of his panties and produced his cock. It stood quivering under my gaze.
He let go the elastic waistband and placed his hands on the bed beside him. The panties snapped back and pinned his prick to his flat stomach.
"Who told you you could turn loose of it?" I snapped. I swished the whip across his thighs again. "You don't do anything ‘till I say so, understand?"
"Y-y-yes," he mumbled.
"Now jerk those panties down again," I commanded. "I want to look at that big dick of yours."
He did as I said.
"Lower," I instructed, "pull them down lower. I want to see your balls too."
He pulled the underpants down farther, revealing his hairy balls. Now his whole crotch was visible, and he might as well not have been wearing any underwear.
"How long was it before you got hair on your balls there, huh?" I demanded. "How old were you?"
"I don't know," he answered weakly. "I guess when I was about eleven. About two years ago."
"And when did that prick start getting so big?" I demanded.
This question must have been more embarrassing. He hesitated a little before answering.
I slapped him across the thighs again with the whip and yelled, "Answer me!"
There were now reddened marks on his legs where the whip had paused. I had taken care not to actually break the skin, but I had been hitting him fairly hard.
"It's… I don't know, it's always been sort of big, I guess," he lamely responded at last. "It was nearly always bigger than other guys' that I knew."
"Bigger than the other guys, huh?" I said. "And did you ever let any of those other guys look at it? Ever let any of them see it, or even touch it, maybe? Huh?"
"Yes," he answered meekly, with no elaboration.
"That was awfully naughty of you, wasn't it?" I cried. "I think you ought to be punished for-that, don't you?"
His response was to lower his head and nod affirmatively. He knew I was going to switch him again, and deep down in his heart he wanted to be switched. He loved having me lord it over him even though be made a pretense that he felt otherwise.
I gave him another slap with the bullwhip. He cringed sideways and groaned. His prick was a beautiful thing to see by now-long and red as a beet, and throbbing so distinctly that I could clearly see its motion from a few feet away. It pulsed so strongly I was afraid he might be going to shoot his nuts off right then and there, which was not at all what I wanted. If I was going to get any use out of the thing I was going to have to get to the point fast.
"Do you know what to do with that thing?" I jeered. "Do you know what to do with it, or do you just let it stick up there stiff as a board for nothing?"
"No… yes… yes, I… I don't know," he mumbled. "… Yes, I'll do anything with it you want."
His words sounded confused but I could tell by looking at him that he was extremely hot and horny and that whatever I said would be the absolute law for him.
"You're goddamned right you will," I cried, brandishing the whip before his eyes.
"Yes, yes I will," he vowed. "What do you want me to do with it? I'll do anything?"
"Cram it back in your panties!" I yelled. "That's what I want you to do with it. I want you to do nothing with it 'till I tell you. You get no pleasure from that freak tool ‘till after me, understand. You're going to do something for me before you do anything to make yourself feel good!"
Be was sweating profusely now and it wasn't from exertion. The boy was hot for sex, even though it was in his own perverted way. He adored the way I was treating him, and he wanted more. He stuck it in his panties like I said and waited for my next instruction. The damned thing quaked inside the sheer garment like it was a live animal.
"Get off the bed and down on your knees," I commanded. "Come on, move!"
He stumbled out of bed without a second's hesitation, and hit the carpet with his knees.
"Raise your head and look at me," I told him. "Look me in the eye, you little creep."
He looked up with his big beautiful eyes, and the expression on his face was pure passion. He didn't know what I was going to have him do, but he was so turned on from what I'd been saying that he was already boiling inside.
"Now grab your cock through your panties," I told him. "Take hold of it and feel it but don't you dare try to start jerking it off, you hear? Grab it and hold it perfectly still!"
He did what I said. I walked to him and stood with my crotch only a foot or so from his face. I kept the whip raised over my shoulder as a continual threat to him.
"Okay; Roger," I hissed, "I'm going to teach you about a different pair of panties now. We've been fucking around long enough with yours, now we're going to go to mine. Reach up here and touch my crotch. Feel me with your fingers right there between my legs, right there where my cunt's bulging out."
He moved his hand toward me but hesitated, his trembling fingers just inches away.
I zinged him with the whip again, this time over his shoulders and down his back.
"Go ahead and touch me, you little swish," I cried. "I'm going to show you what a cunt feels like through a pair of panties instead of that big pig-sticker."
He finally made contact, gingerly rubbing his fingertips over the bulge of my swollen cunt. The touch had an amazingly sensual feeling for me. I was really getting wrapped up in having him be my slave and do what I wanted.
"Now take ‘em off!" I yelled.
He jerked them down at once and the hairy mound of my pussy stared him iii the face.
"Okay, creep," I demanded, "now open it up and kiss it. You heard me. Spread my lips and give me a big kiss there."
There was no balking at all. He immediately did it. His mouth was on me, and soon his whole body was trembling. I felt a wave of sweet heat sweep through my groin.
"Use your tongue on me," I, commanded. "Lick me out, you, and. lick me out good."
At once I felt his tongue begin to move inside me. It was more than I could take standing up. I made him follow my cunt to the floor as I lay down on the carpet. My panties were now to my knees and his face was buried in my muff. I rocked my ass back and forth and brought the whip down a couple more times out of sheer meanness. It felt good to me to hurt him. I roughly reached down and pushed his lips up so they were right on my clit.
"Give it to me now, you fucking creep!" I yelled. "Give it to me. Oh my God, I'm about to come, about to come… I'm about to get it… keep sucking… oh shit… keep sucking.. oh… oh oooh!"
I came off, with complete and fulfilling delight. After I quit jerking my ass I let him move his face. His prick was jumping inside his undies like a rabbit in a sack.
I was so sexed off I. could feel another orgasm building up right on top of the first one.
"Take your panties off and stick that prick between my legs!" I demanded. I realized this was the most traumatic moment for a kid who had fucked nothing but males all his life, but I thought he was hot enough for it to work.
It did! He leaned forward and pressed the thick shaft of his organ all the way in on the first stroke. It was the fullest my pussy had been since arriving at the school. I grabbed his ass with one hand and used the bullwhip on him with the other. What a fucking ride! He was wild now, just wild! He threw the meat to me as fast as he could go. I jammed his mouth on a tit and he sucked like he was starving to death. He began to moan like a dog and pummel my cunt like a pile driver instants later I felt a wonderful whoosh of jism come shooting into my pussy, and it made me come off even better than the first time. I lay jerking and writhing on the floor with my legs tight around his meat, and made him keep lying there until his cock had shrunk all the way back to normal.
Then I jerked on my clothes and left immediately without so much as a goodbye. It was only after I was out of Percy's apartment and into the hail that I had any reason for any shame over what I'd just done with Roger.
"Well, hello," came a familiar voice from behind me. "Having discipline problems with a student? Must have been quite serious."
I looked around to see Carrie, of all people. Following her stare at my hand, I looked down to find that I still had the bullwhip in my hand!