I've always liked my job although some might think I'm perverse. There is something about the constant parade of young men-some might call them boys, but I know better-who surround me at the private, all-male school I run. The one I remember most though is Cain.

Cain was sent to my school by his worried parents who had had enough of his “wild” behavior which included sex with girls, women and even other men. They even confided that they suspected he masturbated quite often daily. They were terribly fearful of where all this might lead. Secretly I was hoping for him to misbehave when he arrived because, you see, I have my own style of “discipline” which seems effective and gives me quite a lot of pleasure as well. Cain didn't disappoint me

I met Cain on his first day just minutes after I arrived for work. I sat him down at a computer terminal and instructed him to come to my office at 8.30 where we would discuss the school, the rules, and what he should expect. He said little and turned immediately to the computer. As I walked away I could hear the confident clatter of keys against his fingertips. I wondered what he was doing, but resisted the temptation to turn around and look. As I straightened my office I wondered about him, what he would be like. He was certainly attractive, and mature, for his age. Eager to spend some time with my new charge I decided to peek in on him and start our meeting earlier than planned.

I walked quietly up behind him and was shocked by what I saw on the screen. Flashing by in some sort of slide show fashion was photograph after photograph of nude women and men. That isn't what really took my breath away. It's what these women were doing, or rather, doing to men. These women had men tied up, bound up. Some were in heavy metal chains, others wore rope, and still others were tightly restrained by taut leather straps. The restraints almost all dug deeply into male flesh, and even their crotches. Arms were twisted at the most unusual angles and bodies were mercilessly exposed and vulnerable. It was fascinating to see this young, apparently sexually aware, male staring so intently at these images. I even perceived that Cain was slowly squeezing his thighs together and grinding his hips into the deep cushion of the chair. Then I noticed that one hand was buried deep in his pocket rhythmically, almost absent mindedly, stroking his flesh.

“What do you think you're doing young man!” I boomed.

He jumped, startled at my sudden interruption, but quickly regained his composure to look straight through me in defiance. I knew I would have my hands full with this boy. I relished the thought.

“Perhaps I should call your parents back right away and tell them, show them, what you're already up to.”

He answered slowly.

“No, please don't do that,” he stammered. “I'm sure we can sort it out.”

“You'll have to be punished. At this school we don't tolerate such wicked behavior from our young gents.”

I wasn't sure, but his eyes seemed to flicker with excitement for a moment then it was gone.

“Go on up to my office. We'll get started on your indoctrination now.”

He stood up and for the first time I noticed him, really noticed him. He was tall and wiry, but with fully developed arms and the unmistakable sign of arousal as his nipples pressed pertly through his crisp white shirt. He brushed past me as he walked out of the room and his testosterone scent filled my nostrils. I think he was aware of his power over women.

I followed a few steps behind and watched him carefully. He was in uniform, but what he did to that uniform was sinful. His shorts barely reached below the curve of his bum and, unlike most . Every step he took up the stairs revealed his well toned flesh . His legs were shapely and muscular. His parents had told me he was an athlete who liked running and football. A regular boy I had expected, but there was more to this boy. There was nobody around us so I looked carefully up from the stairs and could see the swollen flesh between his legs . was instantly aroused and quickly cool myself so I wouldn't be noticed.

Cain stopped just inside my office. I pointed to a low, very short, stool and told him sit upon it. I found that forcing the students to sit on the tiny stool increased my authority over them. When he sat I noticed that his shorts rode up his firm young thighs, exposing the creamy flesh of his inner thigh. He tried to feign modesty by pulling them down but to no avail.

“You were told of the regulations for your uniform?” I asked him sternly.

“Yeah,” he replied mockingly.

I looked him over carefully. The buttons of his shirt tugged open against the fullness of his chest.

“Your shirt is too tight,” I told him.

“I can't help it if they're made for little boys,” he answered with an edge, thrusting his chest out and forcing the buttons to strain even more.

I ignored his challenge and launched into the same lecture I give all new arrivals.

“You're here because your parents are worried about you. You've been suspended from every other school you've attended. You are here because we have rules guaranteed to put you back into line and help you grow up to be a proper young man.”

Cain snorted.

“Get Up!” I ordered.

Cain didn't move.

“Get UP!” I repeated louder.

This time he complied, slowly, perhaps wondering if he had passed some boundary.

“Get on your knees and bend over the stool. It's time for you to start learning your lessons!”

Cain giggled, but turned and bent over the tiny stool like a little boy. He tried to look back at me as I opened the drawer of my desk and took out a small, black leather paddle. I walked behind him, pressed the flat paddle to his ass and then quickly struck him with it.

Cain laughed.

“Pull your shorts down , Now” I ordered him.

Cain's hands moved slowly toward the waist of his shorts. He was now clearly worried and suddenly modest.

“Do it quickly,” I urged.

Cain grasped the waist band of his shorts and pulled it clear to his knees. Now the only thing between his tender, toned bum and my paddle was his thin jocks which hugged his every curve.

Without hesitation I smacked his semi exposed bum with my paddle. He lurched, letting go of his shorts, and allowing them to drop to his ankles . The laughing and giggling had stopped.

“Lift your shorts back up.”

He complied and one after another I landed a series blows. Red marks quickly appeared on his exposed white flesh and his giggles turned to whimpers and then deep moans. I stopped.

Cain was writhing, lifting his bum up toward my paddle. Imagine my delight when I saw the hard on in his jocks as his hips undulated. I raised David walked up the driveway to the old farm. It hadn't changed much from the days when he used to come here as a kid. Still the same old orchard, the

“Sit back down.”

Cain demurely stood up, straightened his disheveled clothes, and sat down tenderly with a more somber expression on his face. As he sat, he subtly squeezed his thighs together in the same rhythm with which he had writhed earlier.

“Now you have some idea of how we will deal with your misbehavior. As I said earlier, your uniform is expected to fit properly, your shorts are to be the correct length, and you will always respect me and the other ladies here.”

Cain looked down and nodded, blushing.

“I want to talk to you about the pictures you were looking at in the computer room.”

I paused. Cain looked up, a sudden expression of worry on his face.

“That was a very serious offense and we would normally call in your parents for a conference to discuss it. We might even send you to a psychologist to find out why you…”

Cain interrupted.

“Please, please don't call my parents. Can't we work something out? They'd never understand. Some extra homework, some chores, some sort of punishment?”

I sat quietly, thoughtfully, as I surveyed this pleading young man, suddenly more worried about what his parents might think or do than about what I might think or do. Or, was it all an act? I asked myself. He wasn't as hard as he pretended to be. I decided he was a likely new candidate for my own style of discipline. I was becoming more and more aroused at the prospects of possessing this young creature for my very own.

“Okay, let's talk then.”

Cain visibly relaxed, obviously thinking that he had manipulated me into what he wanted. Soon he would realize how wrong he was. Soon he would be in my grasp, helpless, and yet willing.

“Do those pictures excite you?” I asked.

Cain squirmed about upon the stool before looking at the floor and meekly replying “yeah.”

“Tell me why?”

Cain squirmed a bit more.

“Umm…it turns me on.”

“Why?”

“Being helpless, letting somebody else do what they want. It…it…means you can just feel good and not feel guilty because you can't get away.”

“Have you ever been bound up like that?” I asked gently.

“No…never…but…I'd like to.”

Cain shyly looked up at me. That was my cue.

“I'll tell you what…I'll forget about talking to your parents…if you let me tie you up.”

Cain looked surprised, disbelieving. He didn't speak right away so I just waited.

“Okay,” he finally said in a wavering voice.

I rose from my desk and unlocked a cupboard. Opening the cupboard I reached inside for length of stout rope. I could feel Cain's eyes trying to peer past my body at the contents of my cupboard.

“Don't look at me!” I snapped. I didn't even need to turn around to know that Cain's eyes were now submissively locked on the floor. Perhaps he was doubting if he wanted to go through with this after all.

I stepped behind Cain and ordered him to hold his arms high in the air. He obeyed immediately and I began to bind his wrists tightly together with coil upon coil of the rope. He whimpered from time-to-time as I knotted and tested his bonds. Finally, I tossed the loose end over one of the pipes in the overhead. I tugged it tight and at the same time urged Cain to stand. I continued to draw the rope tight until Cain was slightly on his toes. Securing the rope to a radiator I admired the delicious, young body stretched out helplessly before me. His body strained at the ropes and at his clothes in a seductive fashion. His shorts had pulled high above the exposed flesh of his thighs. I stepped toward him and pressed my body softly to his back. Cain gasped and pressed his ass into my pussy.

“Stop that!” I demanded.

I wanted him to heed my orders and do what I wanted.

I savored his body in my hands, running them firmly over his hips and waist and then slowly up over his tummy and the fullness of his chest. His head leaned back upon my shoulder as he sighed and moaned softly. For the first time I felt his young, hard nipples as they pressed through the soft fabric of his shirt. I loosened his tie and slowly pulled it away from his neck. Cain whined as I pressed the tie into his mouth and tied it snuggly behind his head. It wouldn't do to have any cries escaping the confines of my private office.

Next, my fingers found the buttons of his shirt and one-by-one I released them. Cain's breathing became heavy and I could feel his chest rising and falling beneath my hands. With nearly all the buttons loose I roughly tugged it free of his shorts and opened his skin to the open air. My hands lightly glided over his chest and my fingers traced small circles around his nipples which hardened and swelled . I never realized a young man to be so easily aroused. Cain began to shiver and writhe his body in obvious, and oblivious, pleasure. I stepped back from him and quickly shed my own clothes.

Pressing my naked body back up against Cain's suspended body I allowed the tip of his cock to brush against my soft thighs. I responded by parting my legs slightly and allowing Cain to slide back deeper into me. He could feel the swollen, moist flesh of my cunt gliding over his cock. I began to stroke Cain's bare ass with my hand and felt him respond, pressing and stroking against my hand.

“Now for the rest of your punishment,” I said with a firm voice of authority.

Surprised, Cain strained his head to see me with worry in his eyes and struggled briefly against the rope. I smiled to myself as I reached into my cupboard and pulled out a riding crop I had sneaked away from the stables. It still smelled of sweat and leather from the horses.

Returning to Cain I teased him with the smooth leather tang before smacking him gently. He moaned softly as I alternated between stroking him and striking him softly. Cain seemed to melt into the sensations but was abruptly startled when the crop whooshed through the air to deliver a stinging blow to his bare flesh. An angry red welt rose instantly followed by another and another. Cain struggled to escape but each futile movement only left red welts on untouched flesh. Cain's moans of pain were quickly replaced with moans of pleasure as the sharp stings of pain became the dull glow of pleasure. Muffled by the gag in his mouth, Cain's cries climbed and then dropped to a deep guttural growl as his climax swept over his body. I stopped and watched him jerk spasmodically shooting his cum in the vacant air Cain's weight relaxed onto the rope as it stretched taut. I touched the inside of his thighs with the crop and brushed it higher and higher until the tang was stroking the full, swollen erection of his cock. In less than a dozen soft strokes Cain was again consumed by an orgasms and, again, I pulled away to watch. This time, while Cain recovered, I reached into the cabinet and pulled out a long, heavy, coiled length of rope. Remembering the pictures of the men Cain had been looking at I intended to bind him up just as helplessly.

It was difficult to work with such a long piece of rope but slowly, carefully, I wrapped Cain's body in rope, coiling it around his chest, ribs, and shoulders snugly. His flesh was bare and vulnerable. Finally, I lowered Cain's arms, untied his wrists, and bound his arms behind him so that his chests were thrust out even further. I couldn't resist, from time-to-time, brushing my fingers over his erect nipples and enjoying the shudders it induced in his body.

When Cain was tightly bound I bent him over the desk backwards, watching his chest heaven against the hard surface. I allowed his cock against the pouting flesh of my cunt feeling my silky wetness. Although he was tightly bound he raised up on his toes and lifted his hips toward me with an obvious hunger. His breathing was heavy through the tie in his mouth and as I looked at his delicious, helpless body upon my desk I felt the urge to possess him, to take him completely with my strap on.

I drew back until the head of his cock was just barely nestled between my lips, just before the tight opening.

“Do you want your cock inside me ?” I asked teasingly.

Cain nodded his head and let out a desperate, muffled grunt.

Swiftly I plunged deep down on him without any pretense of gentleness, but with the ferocity of an animal. Had he not been gagged, Cain's screams would have filled the school. For a moment I worried that I had hurt him, that I had underestimated his willingness to play my little game. The next instant he had thrust back into me, taking him even deeper into my tiny body. I had wanted to take him slowly, to savor the sensuality of youth, to gloat on my conquered prize. But, I lost myself and began to thrust deep onto Cain's helpless body. I was as helpless as he was, captured by my own primitive hungers.

My hands savagely bore his body down hard against the desk to control him. Finally, with a barely suppressed growl of my own I felt his cock swelling inside of me, stretching my tight flesh, then his cum welled up and I marked him as mine. I felt his body tense and tremble as his warmth spread inside of me. He cried out and groaned before the tension seemed to flow out of him and a relaxed calm swept back. I was suddenly weak and light-headed as I collapsed onto his bound form. I could feel him breathing beneath me.

Recovering some of my strength I slowly slid off of him and silently put on my clothes. I looked at Cain. His eyes were closed and he seemed serene and peaceful. I stepped back over to him and began to loosen the knots which held him so tightly. When his arms were free he massaged his wrists and stretched his arms above his head. He was unabashed. After a few more minutes I managed to untie the heavier rope wrapped around his chest. He waited for me to loosen the tie and then stood up slowly, arranged his clothes, and moved away from me, not looking at me.

“Do we understand one another?” I asked, becoming the calm, understanding headmistress once more.

He nodded without looking up.

“You can leave now. Your first class is down the hall, first door on your left.

Cain walked from the room. I could hear his footsteps mingling with others as he walked deliberately away from my office toward the classroom. I was looking forward to more of his “misbehavior”.