SwitchyTom
09-19-2006, 11:17 AM
In University I majored in visual arts. One semester we had a guest Prof. Mrs. Fennoch from Trinity Uninversity in Dublin. She taught calligraphy and since I had always enjoyed pen and ink work, I enrolled. I found out that she was a specialist on the Book of Kells as well as the scripts and style employed within that historic text. It was fascinating: far more complex and more of an art form than I had ever imagined. I learned to love calligraphy and I learned a lot more from that wonderful woman a lot more about myself.
She was fifteen years older than I and had the calm self-assurance, which is so attractive to younger men. I have always loved to watch competent people at work. My father was a wood carver and the way he handled, sharpened, wielded his knives and gouges was an absolute joy to me. I have seen athletes and musicians with the same quality of assurance, ease, focus. Well, Prof. Fennoch had that affinity with her pens and her ink which I found stunning. I could watch her work with her adroit, careful, efficiency forever. She often caught me staring at her. She would alwasy do the same assignments which she gave to us students. The way she moved about her media was a revelation.
She was tall, about 5’ 7” and tight. She had compact figure... pert uplifted tits and a solid tidy ass. She was exacting and would take a pen out of your hand as you worked and demonstrate with crisp strong strokes. The other teachers in the program would never pull a brush or pencil from our hands but I loved the way she cut through the crap and got to her point. She had splendid, lively hazel eyes and nut-brown hair. I was in the habit of sketching her as she gave the lecture section of each class. I had spent long enough in life drawing classes to be able to render her naked and did so in all my sketches. I guess I had fallen in love with her or at least had a major crush. She must have been used to that. A woman could not teach, look like that and not be used to young men with crushes.
I used to work slowly and remain after class to complete the assignment. This was such a regular occurrence that she soon began chatting to me as I completed the days work and she worked on her next class. Sometimes, she would come over and check my progress.
One afternoon she said. “It’s your downstroke. More certitude Thomas. See the stroke. Believe in it. Do it…” She demonstrated a few strokes…”No, no with authority.” She smacked the back of my hand, a resounding slap. I was absolutely shocked. “Like that. Mean it.”
She looked over my shoulder and to both of our surprises, I had a raging erection. My cock thrust hard and demanding against my shorts. She stared at it in an unabashed fashion. “So, Thomas. It is like that is it?” She took me firmly by the wrist and slapped the back of my hand twice more, even harder than the first time. I was breathing heavily with excitement and my cock strained all the more against the confining material. “Yes, it is like that.” She nodded to herself. She took my chin in her hand and turned my face up to hers. “Are you to be my diversion for this semester Thomas? Put your supplies away. Come and stand beside me while I finish my prep.” I did as she told me as quickly as I could. I stood at her elbow as she worked. “ Be still, and don’t fidget. You are to be as still and as quiet as a church mouse. Do not disturb me.”
She worked for a half-hour and I stood not moving, except naturally for my cock which went through cycles of excitement. Never going limp but often bouncing to full erection. Finally, she stood up and crossed to the door. She locked the door and headed back to the desk. She sat down and swiveled the chair round to face me. “Put your hands behind your head.” She commanded.
“Have you ever been spanked for someone’s sexual gratification?” She asked me.
“No,” I sputtered out.
“No, Mistress.” She corrected me.
“You will be. You long for it. You need it. Do you know that about yourself Thomas?”
“No…Mistress.”
She reached both hands up and undid my fly. “Stand still.” She demanded and slapped me hard on the inner thigh. She yanked down both my shorts and my briefs and I stood there with my cock at full attention. My hands were laced behind my head. She pulled my foreskin back as far as it would go and examined the spongy head of my cock intently. “I’m going to put a little sliver of ginger right in here Thomas. It will be painful on your cock. I will enjoy that. I will enjoy watching you deal with the pain. She held my rigid cock in her left hand and stroked it with her right, charmingly lovingly. Then she opened the desk drawer. “I’ll be better equipped at my flat but let’s see what we have here.” As she rummaged through the drawer her left hand found my balls and she began to gently squeeze them.
The air rushed out of my lungs and an “Ah, that hurts.” escaped my lips.
She looked up into my eyes. “I will treat your nuts, your cock, your ass, your entire body as I see fit.” You will not complain, or say a thing unless I ask you. She increased the pressure on my testicles. My eyes welled up and she smiled at me as I began to double over.
Inside the drawer she found some artists clips. We use them to clip large sheets of paper to the easels. She brought out a handful; she seemed delighted with them. “Up nice and straight now,” she commanded. She then clipped one of them to the underside of my cock. The pain shot through me and she stared into my face with pleasure. Then she squeezed the clip together even tighter. “How is that?” she taunted. I took in a gasp of air at this but said nothing. “What a good little plaything you are and so fast to learn.” She set about decorating my cock and balls with the clips. The weight of them and the severe pinching had my eyes streaming and beads of cold sweat formed all over my body. I was never more turned on in my life.
“I intend to: truss you up regularly, torture your cock and balls, fuck you with a strap on dildo, humiliate you, flog you, abuse you.” She was admiring her work and adding still more clips as she said this. “I would dearly love to cane you now but the noise might attract attention. We will do that back at my flat. But for now I am so randy from all of this that you will relieve me first. Get on your knees.”
She then hiked up her skirt and flipped her panties onto the floor. “Make me cum.” She ordered. She took a clump of hair in each hand and pulled me into her damp furry crotch. Her legs wrapped round my head and she pulled me harder and harder against herself. She pumped ferociously against me…. Fucking my face. I was smothering and gasping. She pulled my hair even harder.. “Eat it, suck my clit, come on you little fuck. Do me. Eat that cunt.” Soon she began to buck and spasm. She covered my face with her fluids and bruised my lips and face.
“Just pull up your shorts over those clips. I am not finished with you.” She said as she pulled up her panties. “ They have given me a flat on campus so you haven’t far to go. I like to know that your cock is in pain as we walk. Come, come, I haven’t got all day. And bring my satchel.”
She was fifteen years older than I and had the calm self-assurance, which is so attractive to younger men. I have always loved to watch competent people at work. My father was a wood carver and the way he handled, sharpened, wielded his knives and gouges was an absolute joy to me. I have seen athletes and musicians with the same quality of assurance, ease, focus. Well, Prof. Fennoch had that affinity with her pens and her ink which I found stunning. I could watch her work with her adroit, careful, efficiency forever. She often caught me staring at her. She would alwasy do the same assignments which she gave to us students. The way she moved about her media was a revelation.
She was tall, about 5’ 7” and tight. She had compact figure... pert uplifted tits and a solid tidy ass. She was exacting and would take a pen out of your hand as you worked and demonstrate with crisp strong strokes. The other teachers in the program would never pull a brush or pencil from our hands but I loved the way she cut through the crap and got to her point. She had splendid, lively hazel eyes and nut-brown hair. I was in the habit of sketching her as she gave the lecture section of each class. I had spent long enough in life drawing classes to be able to render her naked and did so in all my sketches. I guess I had fallen in love with her or at least had a major crush. She must have been used to that. A woman could not teach, look like that and not be used to young men with crushes.
I used to work slowly and remain after class to complete the assignment. This was such a regular occurrence that she soon began chatting to me as I completed the days work and she worked on her next class. Sometimes, she would come over and check my progress.
One afternoon she said. “It’s your downstroke. More certitude Thomas. See the stroke. Believe in it. Do it…” She demonstrated a few strokes…”No, no with authority.” She smacked the back of my hand, a resounding slap. I was absolutely shocked. “Like that. Mean it.”
She looked over my shoulder and to both of our surprises, I had a raging erection. My cock thrust hard and demanding against my shorts. She stared at it in an unabashed fashion. “So, Thomas. It is like that is it?” She took me firmly by the wrist and slapped the back of my hand twice more, even harder than the first time. I was breathing heavily with excitement and my cock strained all the more against the confining material. “Yes, it is like that.” She nodded to herself. She took my chin in her hand and turned my face up to hers. “Are you to be my diversion for this semester Thomas? Put your supplies away. Come and stand beside me while I finish my prep.” I did as she told me as quickly as I could. I stood at her elbow as she worked. “ Be still, and don’t fidget. You are to be as still and as quiet as a church mouse. Do not disturb me.”
She worked for a half-hour and I stood not moving, except naturally for my cock which went through cycles of excitement. Never going limp but often bouncing to full erection. Finally, she stood up and crossed to the door. She locked the door and headed back to the desk. She sat down and swiveled the chair round to face me. “Put your hands behind your head.” She commanded.
“Have you ever been spanked for someone’s sexual gratification?” She asked me.
“No,” I sputtered out.
“No, Mistress.” She corrected me.
“You will be. You long for it. You need it. Do you know that about yourself Thomas?”
“No…Mistress.”
She reached both hands up and undid my fly. “Stand still.” She demanded and slapped me hard on the inner thigh. She yanked down both my shorts and my briefs and I stood there with my cock at full attention. My hands were laced behind my head. She pulled my foreskin back as far as it would go and examined the spongy head of my cock intently. “I’m going to put a little sliver of ginger right in here Thomas. It will be painful on your cock. I will enjoy that. I will enjoy watching you deal with the pain. She held my rigid cock in her left hand and stroked it with her right, charmingly lovingly. Then she opened the desk drawer. “I’ll be better equipped at my flat but let’s see what we have here.” As she rummaged through the drawer her left hand found my balls and she began to gently squeeze them.
The air rushed out of my lungs and an “Ah, that hurts.” escaped my lips.
She looked up into my eyes. “I will treat your nuts, your cock, your ass, your entire body as I see fit.” You will not complain, or say a thing unless I ask you. She increased the pressure on my testicles. My eyes welled up and she smiled at me as I began to double over.
Inside the drawer she found some artists clips. We use them to clip large sheets of paper to the easels. She brought out a handful; she seemed delighted with them. “Up nice and straight now,” she commanded. She then clipped one of them to the underside of my cock. The pain shot through me and she stared into my face with pleasure. Then she squeezed the clip together even tighter. “How is that?” she taunted. I took in a gasp of air at this but said nothing. “What a good little plaything you are and so fast to learn.” She set about decorating my cock and balls with the clips. The weight of them and the severe pinching had my eyes streaming and beads of cold sweat formed all over my body. I was never more turned on in my life.
“I intend to: truss you up regularly, torture your cock and balls, fuck you with a strap on dildo, humiliate you, flog you, abuse you.” She was admiring her work and adding still more clips as she said this. “I would dearly love to cane you now but the noise might attract attention. We will do that back at my flat. But for now I am so randy from all of this that you will relieve me first. Get on your knees.”
She then hiked up her skirt and flipped her panties onto the floor. “Make me cum.” She ordered. She took a clump of hair in each hand and pulled me into her damp furry crotch. Her legs wrapped round my head and she pulled me harder and harder against herself. She pumped ferociously against me…. Fucking my face. I was smothering and gasping. She pulled my hair even harder.. “Eat it, suck my clit, come on you little fuck. Do me. Eat that cunt.” Soon she began to buck and spasm. She covered my face with her fluids and bruised my lips and face.
“Just pull up your shorts over those clips. I am not finished with you.” She said as she pulled up her panties. “ They have given me a flat on campus so you haven’t far to go. I like to know that your cock is in pain as we walk. Come, come, I haven’t got all day. And bring my satchel.”