The Undoing of Miss Spoon

Chapter 1

Little Boy

Mathew was in a cubicle of the boys toilets, his trousers and pants round his ankles, his right hand slowly rubbing his penis, face full of concentration as he tried to hold off his 14 year old need to pump furiously towards relief. His build was slight, skin pale and smooth, hair a floppy blond, a very boyish boy, only having developed in one area so far. The rock hard, throbbing penis was 9 inches and was bound to grow further over the next few years, and had resulted in much teasing from the other boys and some of the girls as rumours had gone round. It was strange something that in years to come would make him so popular was now causing him to go through living hell during puberty. A shy and quiet boy he just wanted to fit in. Of course there was also Miss Spoon.

       Some of the other boys had been talking in the showers after football about who they fancied and Mathew tried to join in. Laughing along with them, at the end of the shower, they suddenly turned to him. Three big popular boys. All had developed physically bigger than Mat, except for his endowment. Ryan, a black boy who was closest, asked if he liked Miss Spoon and if he thought about her juicy tits. He flushed red and a moment later whispered “yes”. He was very aware of all three looking at him.

       “I bet you think about sucking them while you wank off?”, Ryan asked, sneering a little. “In fact I can see you like the idea.”

       Mathew could have died as he followed their looks down to his penis. All on it’s own with no control from him it was swelling quickly, reaching towards his belly. His flush went a deeper red as they all laughed. He was ten minutes late for the next class, with Miss Spoon, as he waited for the erection to drop. As he’d walked in the whole class looked round and most snickered. Ryan just grinned from ear to ear. Miss Spoon told Mathew to take his seat and asked why he was late, which resulted in further laughter from the class. He mumbled some excuse and an apology while sitting down. It was a few moments latter he realised his dick was at attention again! Why couldn’t he just fit in.

       This episode resulted in weeks of torment and Mathew feeling more alone than ever.

       Unfortunately his only defence against his frequently embarrassing penis was to ensure he sneaked off to the toilets through the school day to relieve his needs. And he did think of Miss Spoon.

       As his hand slid up and down the shaft a little faster and his breathing became more pronounced there was a sound from above. His eyes flew open, he hadn’t even been aware of closing them. There was Teresa Garde staring down at him from the cubicle next to his, one eyebrow raised. “Open the door little boy.” It was said calmly, but with authority. Mat had been so wrapped up in the moment he hadn’t heard her come in and didn’t know what to do, so he turned, in a daze and opened the cubicle door.

       Teresa was leaning against the sinks looking at him, like a spider studying a fly, wondering whether it was big enough to eat. She was, put simply, a bully. Often in trouble and with a small group, she would mercilessly pick on the less popular just to amuse herself. She was a little taller than Mat, at 5’ 8”, tall for a girl of 15. Long blond hair, longer legs, slightly tanned skin, almond shaped face and hazel eyes, which always seemed to be laughing at the world. She had a look of innocence about her and knew it, having been able to work her magic on some of the male, and even a few of the female, teachers to get out of more serious situations. Having developed early herself she easily had the best breasts of any student in school. A shorted than was proper skirt, knee high socks, slightly heeled black shoes and a white shirt slightly too tight had men thinking thoughts that would lead to prison if acted on.

       “So,” she began, “it’s true then.”

       Realisation hit Mat and a quick grab was made to pull up the trousers. But as he bent down there was a hard shove on the top of his head and suddenly his arse connected with the toilet a little too hard.

       Teresa was standing over him. “Did I tell you to pull them up?”

       A tiny voice, “no.”

       “No I did not.” Teresa shook her head. “I was only really interested in whether the rumours were true, but now I think you might be just what I’m looking for.”

       She smiled sweetly. Mat felt dizzy and had no idea what was going on. As he stared at her dumbly he realised she was unbuttoning her shirt and walking into the cubicle with him. As her hands continued to move she spoke.

       Half way down her shirt now, “Do you think I’m sexy?” His erection, which had been descending, was making a u-turn, but he nodded anyway. Almost all the buttons now. “Would you like to touch these?” The shirt parted and Mat couldn’t believe what was happening. This was so much better than the internet. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her round firm breasts keeping them selves in position, at leased a d-cup. Mat almost felt he could dive down between them and the smooth flat skin of her stomach summoned to his lips. She turned a little and slowly pulled up her skirt till he could see half her pert arse, not covered at all by the thong she wore. His heart was going faster than he thought possible. “Would you kiss my arse?”

       With out speaking he started leaning forward, but a foot was suddenly on his chest pushing him back, it pinned him in place. “If I ask you a question I expect an answer.” Now the foot dropped to the space between his legs, resting the heel on the loo and rubbing his cock with the sole. “Do you understand?”

       “Yes,” said Mat.

       Teresa smiled and continued working his cock with her foot. One hand slipped under her skirt and started rubbing. “If I wanted it, would you lick my pussy?”

       “Oh yes!” He was almost there.

       Teresa pulled her foot away and started doing up her shirt. Mathew had been so close he groaned, the pressure for release in his balls was worse than he thought possible. She went back over to the sinks, smiling. “Well one day you might get me, but you have to work hard for that. But I will help you little boy,” she paused for a moment, “you can be one of my friends and I’ll stop the others from teasing you. It may almost be possible for you to be popular. However in return you will do anything I ask of you, and there may be some quite unpleasant things. And if you agree and change your mind later, it will be worse than ever. Understand?”

       “Yes.”

       “Have a think and I’ll see you in the girls changing rooms after school, if you agree.”

       “Yes Teresa,” said Mathew weakly as she left.

       He couldn’t take in what had happened. He had been the closest to seeing a naked woman that he had been in his whole life and had the chance to be popular. It had been so embarrassing, but exciting as well. There was no way he was going to miss this chance, and how bad could it really be, if this meeting was anything to go by, it could be great. Suddenly aware of the ache below he savagely attacked his erection, there was no slow and careful now, he needed to cum. His sperm flew across the toilet floor and even hit the wall. He carried on until it seemed every last drop from his balls had been deposited in the bathroom. Only after his heart slowed and penis went flaccid did he realise it was all over his trousers and pants as well. Part of him didn’t really care all that much.

Chapter 2

Little Girl

Mathew could hardly contain himself during the afternoon, struggling hard with his penis so it didn’t embarrass him during classes. However brief his meeting with Teresa had been it had left an impact that would last much longer.

       It was a Friday and no clubs were on after school so the changing rooms were deserted. On the door to the girls was a not saying “out of order” and he hesitated for a moment before entering, his penis already responding to the excitement of entering an area previously off limits and for the hope of reliving the toilet episode. As he looked round the main changing area his first thought was he’d made a mistake, as there was nobody there. Then he saw a letter on one of the benches with Little Boy written on it. He opened it carefully and read it through twice, his pulse speeding up, and then looked over to where the showers were.

Little Boy,

       Yes that is my new name for you. I take you reading this as agreement to coming under my care. I have other plans tonight but will expect you at my house for a ‘Party’ tomorrow night. You will have to earn everything you get from me, and one day you may even be worthy of my touch. You may hang around with me, be made popular by association and get regular use out of that monster in your pants.

       Before you start earning your keep I give you a little present to show some good will. There is another of my friends in the shower waiting for you. She has been naughty and your first task is to punish her. Then she will see to your needs. If there are no marks left, I will not be happy. DO NOT have sex with her!

               Teresa Garde  XXX

For the first time he noticed a carefully folded pile of clothes on one of the benches. They were girls clothes. A pair of shoes, skirt, shirt, blazer, bra and panties.

Mat slowly walked around the corner to the showers and there to great him was a perfectly naked girl, except for knee high socks. He almost came from the sight alone.

Sonia May was a petite 14 year old of Japanese heritage. Her hair was dark, long and straight, eyes large and brown, skin pale. Breasts still developing were maybe a large A-cup, slim waist and hips, maybe 5’ 1” in shoes. She was kneeling on the hard tiles, hands in her lap, looking up at him, making no effort to hide her nudity.

       “S-s-sonia…I…”, he stuttered.

       Sonia held up a hand, “I am Little Girl and you are Little Boy.” Her voice was quite and submissive. “I have disobeyed Miss Garde and you need to punish me.” She stood and walked over. Mathew stood perfectly still as she begun to unbutton his shirt. He could smell her, and felt intoxicated. After the shirt she moved onto his trousers, carefully removing his belt and placing it in his hand. As she slipped his trousers and pants down around his buttocks he felt he was in heaven, this was better than any fantasy, all he could do was feel the soft touch of her hands and gaze at her naked skin. If this is what he would get from Teresa he would do anything for her.

       After he was naked Sonia/Little Girl walked to the wall and lent against it with her hands and little but sticking out slightly. “Give me 10,” she said.

       Mathew wasn’t sure what to do. Was he really supposed to beat this little girl with his belt. He’d seen things like this on the internet, but in person was different. Part of him new this was wrong, but the darker part felt a surge of power and could feel his penis responding to the thought.

       He walked closer and took an experimental swing. It connected with her legs and made a quiet slap. She barely flinched. “You must do it harder Little Boy, or Miss Garde will do much worse.”

       He did hit harder and this time connected with her rump. “One, thank you.”

       Again. “Two, thank you. Three thank you.”

       This felt good and he was getting excited, his blood pumping harder.

       “Four. Thank you.” He could see the red marks he was leaving. “Five. Thank you.”

       He loved the way her bum rippled and wobbled slightly when he connected. The next came harder than others. “Aghh!” A sharp intake of breath, “Six, thank you.” Hard again. “…Seven, thank you!” How hard could she take Mat wondered. “Aggh!” Little Girls knees buckled briefly before she said, “eight…thank you.” Two quick ones in a row, “nine, ten, thank you.” And just as she started to turn another connected. He’d forgotten it was only ten.

       “S-sorry Sonia”, he stammered.

       The last had caught her off guard and seemed to hurt, but she recovered quickly. “It was my fault and you should call me Little Girl.” She gave him a small smile and there seemed to be what looked like sympathy in her eyes.

       She stood before him now and he could feel the heat of her skin radiating out. She turned away and pressed her back against his front. She wriggled her abuse buttocks around, his hard cock was effectively grabbed by them and she continued to move against him, the feeling was amazing. His hands were pulled around and placed on her breasts as she moaned slightly, whether from pleasure or the pain of the beating he didn’t know, nor at this point of arousal did he really care.

       Never having felt a woman before he explored the wonder that were tits. Soft, yet firm, with hard nipples surrounded by softer skin. He was about to blow and realised he had dribbled pre-cum all over her back. She must have sensed it because she pulled away and knelt in front of him. She pulled his cock down slightly and then placed her mouth over the whole end. He could have sworn his dick had never been so big, he was ready burst and he couldn’t hold off much longer, especially with her soft lips and warm wet mouth devouring his penis. He went to push her away, not with much conviction though, but she stopped him and looking up she shook her head, her mouth still around his head. That movement alone was too much and as Little Boy exploded Little Girl pushed herself further down his shaft. As much as she tried to keep it in, his 14 year old balls held too much for her tiny mouth and a fair bit leaked out, spilling onto her breasts after dribbling down her chin. After he was done his own legs buckled and he ended up lying on the floor as she carefully licked up every drop on him, her and the floor.

       She kissed him on the forehead and said, “thank you Little Boy,” before leaving. He laid there for a time, completely spent, and didn’t hear her leave. This was going to be even better than he hoped. What a day. No longer teased, naked girls and a blow job.

21:00 that night his mobile rang. He was in his room surfing the net, thinking about his day. He answered, “hello?”

       “That’s Miss Garde to you Little Boy,” it was Teresa’s voice.

       He went along almost without thinking, “s-s-sorry Miss Garde.”

       “That’s better. Did you enjoy your gift?”

       “Yes Miss Garde, thank you, it was amazing.”

       “Good.” She sounded calm and relaxed. “You did a real number on Little Girls arse, hopefully she’ll learn from this, and you to maybe.”

       Mathew hadn’t thought he might be in for the same treatment. Surely she was joking. But then why would she. Not knowing what else to do he just said, “yes Miss Garde.” He was determined not to end up with his arse red-raw, he would keep her pleased with him.

       “Now my Little Boy. I want you to take your time and tell me about one of you fantasies about Miss Spoon, make it as real as possible and tell me exactly what she did to you, and you to her.” She almost purred like a cat.

       She obviously wanted to hear a dirty story, perhaps she got off on this sort of thing. Well he had a pretty vivid imagination and had many well developed fantasies about the well developed Miss Spoon.

       “I was at my desk because Miss Spoon had kept me after class.” He began. “It was because I had an erection during class and disturbed everybody. I was so embarrassed when she pointed it out and made me stand up in front of everyone. She had pulled down the blinds at the windows and locked the door. I had to stand right by her desk and she reached round behind me and pulled me by my bum so my cock and balls were right against the desk.

       “I started to speak but she just put her finger to her lips and said ‘shhh’. I didn’t know what to do, especially when she reached…”