The punishment due

[70denier]

This is a story I wrote a few years ago based on a teenage fantasy I had

The punishment due
mF, humil, X-dressing, tights, British school dinners

It was late afternoon and I had been a bad boy and told to report to
Miss Savage's office to receive my punishment. As I walked down the
corridor to the door of her office my stomach was in knots and my
imagination running riot as I thought of what the next few hours would
entail. I knocked on the door and waited.

Seconds seemed like hours before the door eventually opened and I caught
a glimpse of Miss Savage. She was a good looking woman in her early
thirties and her stern manner was at odds with her physical
attractiveness. Although I was here for what should have been an
unpleasant experience, her presence made me glad to be on the receiving
end of whatever should enter her mind. Her hair was brown and tied at
the back in a pony tail. She was wearing a tight white polo neck top
which emphasised her slim waist and her mouth-watering breasts, and she
was fashionably dressed in denim mini skirt, opaque black tights and
brown knee high boots.

"Come in and sit down" she said with a look of utter disdain on her
face. I closed the door behind me as she turned her back on me and
walked to the window. She stared out at the trees outside and I took the
seat opposite her desk.

"To be frank your exam results have been appalling this term. I know
what you are capable of and it saddens me to see you waste your
potential like this. The school works very hard to provide the
foundation stone of an education for the pupils who will one day reach
the very pinnacle in the professions, government, science and the arts.
Yet at the same time some see fit to waste this opportunity and throw it
all away. This is not acceptable, not only do they damage their future
prospects, they also damage the reputation of the school and...."

As she was talking my mind and my eyes drifted elsewhere. I could
understand the general idea of what she was saying but my attention span
was not long enough to digest the details. I stared at her back. She was
not wearing a bra, that was obvious from the absence of bra straps
showing through the clinging top.

She turned around and confirmed my theory as I could just make out the
outline of her erect nipples poking through.

"I hope you are listening" she continued "Such arrogance on the part of
pupils will not be tolerated. Pupils who embarrass me and my department
will be punished, make no mistake, and the punishment shall fit the
crime. I have called you to my office to ensure that you learn a lesson
that will not be quickly forgotten."

She walked over to her desk and opened a drawer. Out of drawer she
pulled a school sweater still in the polyethylene wrapper, and placed it
on the desk. Next, a school shirt and then a tie. I didn't realise the
significance of this until the next item, which turned out to be a
school uniform skirt and following that a pair of tights.

What is she doing this for I asked myself. I guessed in a few moments
she would expect me to don this schoolgirl's attire. It was clearly an
attempt to embarrass and humiliate me, as a punishment for embarrassing
her with my casual approach to my studies. In fact the idea was
strangely arousing to me and I had often secretly imagined how it would
look and feel to be dressed in the school's uniform for girls.

"I'm going out for five minutes. You will need some privacy while you
change. When I come back make sure you're dressed in these clothes" she
said before exiting through the door, locking it from the outside.

I took off all the clothes I was wearing and decided which of these
clothes to put on first. I had never worn girls school uniform before so
didn't know the correct order. I started with the tights as this seemed
most logical.

The tights were black and thick, 70 denier, nylon lycra. I took the
Marks and Spencer card off them and gathered up the legs. As I slipped
my legs into them my penis suddenly became quite erect and my heart
began pounding. I pulled them up to my belly and allowed my penis to
remain upright and pressed against me to avoid an obvious bulge. The
lycra in the tights gave my legs a sheen. That was always something that
I had marvelled at when I saw girls wearing them.

Next I unwrapped the white blouse, took off the packaging around the
neck and put it on. It was a bit tighter than normal, especially across
the shoulders, being the girl's sizes, but it was not such a struggle. I
fastened up buttons and then reached for the maroon skirt. I had never
worn a skirt before so it was difficult to know which way round it went.
The silky inner lining felt fantastic rubbing against my tights clad
legs as I slipped it on.

Next I pulled on the maroon V neck sweater which was identical to the
sweater I had just been wearing before, and following that I picked up
the tie and walked over to the wash basin in the corner, above which a
mirror was located. Looking into the mirror, I tied the school tie and
thought about this bizarre situation. The top half of me looked quite
normal, only the bottom half was like a typical schoolgirl. I stood on
tip toes so I could look down on the reflection of my skirt and legs in
the mirror. Beneath the skirt and tights my penis was rock hard as I
loved and savoured every moment. I rubbed the front of the skirt and
could feel the lining of the skirt rubbing against the tights and my
erection. I put my hand down my tights and started to massage my penis,
and at the tip I could feel a few droplets of pre cum wetting the inside
the tights and seeping into the skirt's lining.

Click! Click!

A key was inserted into the lock on the door and I heard the lock turn.
I pulled out my hand and started to tuck the blouse back into the skirt.
Too late as Miss Savage entered the room. It was obvious she could guess
what I had been doing.

"What in heaven's name are you doing? Self gratification, in my office
of all places!" she exclaimed as she shut the door, and pointed towards
my skirt. Looking down I could see there was the bulge.

She walked up to me, put her hand on the skirt and felt it. As she did
it my erection grew even stronger. I could feel the warmth of my cock
pressed against my belly, but the shock was from her touching me there.
It was a combination of surprise and arousal. I could smell her scent
and feel her breath on my face.

"You're a filthy animal. Clearly this is not sufficient as a punishment,
I will have to take it one step further. Most boys are in tears and
asking to go home at this point. However you seem to be treating this as
some kind of opportunity for self abuse" she said.

She took her hand away from my skirt and reached into her handbag,
pulled out her lipstick, and turned the cap. The colour was a shade of
pink. I opened my mouth obediently and she coloured my lips. Next she
pulled out some perfume and sprayed it on me, which just reminded me of
her scent, and only served to reinforce my sexual arousal.

She turned and walked to the wardrobe in the far side of the room. From
behind I could see her pony tail running down her back, her denim skirt
with those beautiful buttocks underneath, and those legs encased in
opaque black nylon just like mine. Our bodies must share the exact same
sensations at this exact same point in time. I wanted to run up to her
and feel her breasts from behind. Slip my hand up that sweater and just
fondle them for one second, and kiss her neck, smell the scent of her
hair. Lay her across the desk and push up the skirt and start to fuck
like rampant animals, two rampant filthy animals. However this was just
fantasy and would never be anything more than figments of my imagination.

She opened the wardrobe and crouched down. I could see the waistband of
her black tights and the bare skin of the small of her back as the skirt
rode down and the sweater rode upwards while she was rummaging in the
wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of shoes. They were women's shoes.

"Put these on, but take care, they're mine" she said as she stood up
straight and threw them to me. I caught them and looked at them. They
were black leather with a small heel. At the outer side they had a
buckle. I opened the buckle on each one and slipped my foot into one. It
was a bit tight, but the adjustable strap enabled it to fit. I fastened
it and put on the other one.

Standing on a heel was unnerving for the first time. There was a feeling
of instability at first but when that was overcome, it became reasonably
comfortable. It lifted my calf muscles and gave the leg a more feminine
appearance. I looked down at my black nylon legs, the sunlight sheen
glimmering and visible on my shins and knees. Beneath my tights my penis
was still solid as a rock.

"It's 4:30 and I have a class. Wait here for the next half hour and I
shall see to you afterwards. And don't let me catch you pleasuring
yourself here again."

She collected a file and left the room, locking the door behind her. I
walked over to the bookshelves. There were rows of books and CDs and I
turned to the CD player. It had a CD in it, "Beethoven's 9th conducted
by Leonard Bernstein at the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra". I pressed
play and sat back in her chair waiting for the music to start. As the
music started I looked over to the shelf and reached for the book
labelled "Photo Album". Inside it contained many photos of a ballerina
on stage and in training, which was instantly recognisable as Miss
Savage. I didn't know she had trained as a classical ballerina, but it
became clear how she managed to stay in shape and retain her poise and
elegance.

I looked at one photo in particular, of her in training. She was
standing at the bar with her torso tilted slightly backwards and her
right arm raised. The reflection in the mirror showed the other side.
She was wearing a blue leotard, white tights and pointe shoes. Through
the leotard I could see the outlines of her nipples, and taking a closer
look I could make out a patch of sweat in the right armpit. I so wanted
to experience the scent of that sweat and to feel her sleek body and to
put my hand inside her leotard and massage those nipples and then to
work down to her pussy which I assumed must also have been moist with
sweat. I started to massage my penis again and it was becoming too much.
I put the album on the desk, and put my hand inside my tights to finish
the job.

Click! Click! The lock was opened and Miss Savage entered, although I
was oblivious thanks to the volume of the music. Only when I caught a
glimpse out of the corner of my eye did I realise. I pulled my hand out
quickly but it was futile, she is not stupid. I looked up at the clock. 5pm.

"Wanking again were we? I specifically instructed you not to wank in my
office" she said as she walked over to the desk. She saw the album lying
open there. "You were wanking over this picture of me, were you boy?"

I nodded. She walked behind the chair, leant down and put her hand on my
skirt, feeling for the bulge underneath. When she found it she opened
the waistband of my tights and put her hand inside and clasped my penis
with a firm grip. I nearly ejaculated involuntarily as she did this.

"Thank you for the compliment" she replied. "But flattery will get you
nowhere. You are being disciplined for poor academic progress and
secondly for being caught wanking in my office twice. However I do not
wish to be mean and I do not wish for you to be humiliated in front of
your peers so I have reserved your punishment until after school hours.
Now come along."

I followed her out of the room and into the corridor. It as after 5pm
and the school was deserted. I didn't know where we were heading, but it
was very unusual. It seemed to be in the general direction of the dining
hall and school canteen. When we got to the canteen she unlocked the
kitchen door. We walked in and she locked the door behind us.

The canteen was the usual set of stainless steel worktops surrounding
the edges of the room. At one side was the serving area where food was
served to the pupils. I could see some of the food was still in the
serving trays. In the centre of the room was a worktop and towards the
back was a refrigerator and cupboards containing what must have been the
cooking ingredients. Near the exit was the wash basin for the crockery
and next to that was a large cylindrical bin which I guessed must
contain the waste stuff.

She pulled up a plastic chair. "Sit down here" she said.

I sat down, and crossed my legs, bedazzled by the sheen of the black
nylon fabric caused by the fluorescent lights. I stared down at the prim
leather shoes and rotated my ankle the way women do when they cross
their legs and look at their feet.

"You're enjoying this aren't you boy? Being dressed as a schoolgirl and
enjoying it, that's pretty depraved. You are unnatural, a pervert, a
freak of nature" she said. I had to agree with her analysis. She
continued "I will put an end to your pleasure and teach you a good hard
lesson at the same time".

"Pull up the skirt, and pull open the waist band of your tights". I
obeyed and looked down at my throbbing pulsating cock held captive by
the shiny black nylon of my tights. "Now wait like that until your
punishment is decided"

She walked over to the serving counter and stood there.
"Ip dip sky blue;
It is not going to be you;
Not because you're dirty;
Not because you're clean;
Because you are the fairy queen"
She pointed to each container with each word in the rhyme before
stopping on the last one. "this one it is" she said as she pulled up
that food container. I could not see what was inside it, but it must
have been full because it was clearly a strain for Miss Savage to lift
it. It was stainless steel cylindrical about a foot deep and a foot in
circumference.

She walked back with the container and held it aloft above me for some
seconds. Aiming the edge of it into my tights she started to pour. I
didn't know what to expect as the container was slowly tilted, it seemed
to take an age for the liquid to reach the brim. I looked up at it in
anticipation and caught the first glimpse of the colour. Yellow. The
custard landed in blobs on my belly just above my penis. Plop plop plop!
The immediate sensation was of the coldness and the wetness of it, but
in my mind the humiliation at the hands of Miss Savage was so thrilling.
My erection grew stronger still in spite of the coldness. Slowly the
liquid poured out and as it did, it trickled down and I could feel it
cascading down the sides of my balls, and creating marvellous contrast
of colours against the blackness of my tights. As they filled up to the
waist band, they started to leak from the sides and trickle down the
side of the skirt. All I could see above the surface was the throbbing
tip of my penis.

"That's enough for now" she said and she tilted the container upright
again. I closed the waist band and looked down at my bulging tights.
With the pressure increased I could feel the cold liquid seeping into
the legs. "Satisfied yet boy?" she asked sarcastically. In fact I was
more aroused and more exhilarated than ever before. I shook my head. She
lifted the container and moved it above to my head. I heard the plop
plop plop of it falling on my head and felt the coldness through my
hair. She shifted it down and it started to run onto my forehead and as
I closed my eyes I could smell the vanilla as it cascaded down my face
and onto the sweater below. I tasted the sweet vanilla custard in my
mouth before she moved it to down to my sweater. It ran between my shirt
and sweater and I could feel it seeping down my shirt against the skin
on my chest. I slowly opened my eyes again and by this time the front of
the sweater was totally covered. The pouring continued to the exterior
of my skirt and when that was fully yellow, she continued with the right
leg of my tights. As she poured it along and down my thigh the shiny
yellow liquid dripped down and onto the left leg which was crossed
beneath the right one. Between my legs it made a pooling in the middle.
When she got to my right knee it trickled down onto my left knee and my
left shin and I could feel it oozing into my left shoe. She continued
down my right calf and onto the right shoe. I uncrossed my legs to allow
her to fully cover the left leg.

She uprighted the container and placed it on the worktop. "There boy how
did you find that?" she asked as she walked up to me. I looked down at
myself, saw the yellow custard all over me, soaking through the clothes
and dripping onto the floor. I remembered game shows where people were
covered in all kinds of stuff, slime, mud, total humiliation. It had
always given me a hard on to see girls on the receiving end, and there
was some natural karmic justice that one day it would be me.
Nevertheless the current moment was so arousing for me and my erect
penis swam in a sea of custard kept in place by my tights.

Before I had time to answer, she pulled back the waistband of my tights
and turned her head sideways to get a look. The head of my penis was
visible above the custard. She extended her other hand and grabbed it
beneath the surface of the custard and squeezed, sensing the unyielding
hardness. "Still enjoying this aren't you boy" she said as she removed
her hand. I nodded. She wiped the custard from her hand on my nylon
covered thigh.

"You know boy, I do like the taste of custard." she said thoughtfully.

She reached down and opened the waist band of my tights again, and this
time pulled it down further. More custard leaked out and down the side
of my skirt and onto the seat below. I could see she had become careless
as the custard was not on the wrist of her white top. She stepped
between my legs which I widened to accommodate her, and I saw her kneel
down on the custard splattered floor below. As she pulled my penis
towards her and slowly opened her lips, I thanked whatever god in heaven
had given me this moment.

She took my custard covered penis to her mouth and licked the custard
off the tip. "Tastes nice, you see" she explained. At that point I could
easily have unleashed my load in her face, if I hadn't mentally and
physically prepared for it. Her mouth opened fully and sucked on the
head of my penis and with her tongue rubbed the underside of the head,
and I was driven wild with stimulation. I looked down at her, custard
oozing out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin. Her top was
splattered with custard from getting up close to me.

I reached down into my tights and grabbed a handful of custard, and then
smeared it on her forehead and rubbed it in her hair. She laughed, made
difficult by the presence of my penis in her mouth, and I could see from
her eyes looking up at me that she was enjoying it. Moving down, I felt
her left breast through the tight white top, nipple standing to
attention. I massaged it and she moaned with pleasure. I smeared more
custard on her face and she started to resemble myself. This was a
distraction from the main event and I was growing less and less able to
delay the inevitable.

She kept sucking and taking my shaft deeper and deeper. I grabbed the
top of her pony tail and pulled her head forward. I was in up to the
hilt and her nose and chin were dipping into the custard that surrounded
my penis. I could sense the point of no return was upon me as I pulled
her head back, such that my penis was withdrawn. She smiled and opened
her mouth to receive my load. I took over wanking myself and stood up
from the chair as it was difficult in that position. She repositioned
her head in unison to ensure it would be a hit.

I looked down at her face, lit up in joyful anticipation, smeared with
custard, dripping on to her top and the beautiful breasts beneath it.
Like the longbowman, my arrow was ready to fly and I didn't have the
strength to hold it back any longer. As my body orgasmed, I closed my
eyes and a hot jet of cum found a home in her open mouth. I opened my
eyes as my penis delivered another blast which hit below the eye, and
started to dribble down her cheek. A third blast came which covered her
forehead. As I continued wanking my spent penis, she smiled and
swallowed. Using her hand she guided the remaining cum on her face to
her tongue and took that in as well.

Eventually I stopped wanking and sat down, not out of tiredness but
almost out of shock and bewilderment. She stood up. I examined her face
covered in custard and cum. Her top and skirt were splattered from the
custard and where my thighs had rubbed against her. I could see her
nipples firm and erect through the fabric. Her black tights and boots
were messy with custard from the floor which had run off me.

"Boy, from time to time, as human beings, we all make mistakes. I should
never have abused and punished you in this humiliating fashion. I hope
that you can forgive me for what I have done, and I will completely
accept any form of punishment that you see fit."

I collected my thoughts and in my mind's eye, I made a plan.

[cumbrian]

Excellent story, very well written.

[brinylon1959]

Fantastic. Black nylon and custard, what a great combination. I can't wait to read more of your stories

[muckypup]

Yep absolutely great story, can't wait to see the plan unfold!

[marie_messy_cd]

Loved reading this story

[pussnboots]

Wow ! If only !