Sexy Fun Times/Work/School/Elementary/Jeremy
You are trembling as you knock on the door. You’ve seen the janitor around the school, and he looks nice enough, but you know from experience that some men who seem really nice at first are not nice at all. Nobody answers, so you’re just about to go away when the door opens.
“Hello, what can I do for you young man,” the janitor says. He’s quite tall, and you’re short for your age so you have to tilt your head right back to look at his face.
“M,M, Mr Simpson said I could come and see you, and he said I have to do anything you say.”
The janitor smiles and you relax; maybe you’re not going to be punished. “So what’s your name,” he asks.
“Jeremy.”
He frowns at you. “You should say Sir.”
“S, sorry sir,” your stammer always comes back when you’re nervous. He tells you to come in and you follow him into what looks like someone’s sitting room, except it hasn’t got any windows. He sits down on the couch and asks you to explain what you were doing to upset Mr Simpson. “I, I, I said a rude word.”
“What rude word was that,” he asks.
You feel yourself blushing; “I said ffffuck.”
“I see,” he says. “I can see why Mr Simpson thought that might be worth a spanking.” You start to protest, but he put his finger on his lips. “We haven’t got time for discussion; you need to get back to class and I have to get back to work,” he says.
You could scarcely believe it when he tells you to drop your pants and just stand there looking at him. He repeats the order and you hook your thumbs into the elastic waistband of your shorts and pull them down. “And your underwear,” he says, so you pull your underpants down and stand there with them round your ankles. You feel scared and embarrassed as he looks at you. He reaches out and pulls you towards him; you nearly fall over before you can get your feet untangled and you find yourself laying face down across his knees.
The smacks on your bare bottom sting a bit, but it’s not too bad and he stops after four. The odd thing is, he leaves his hand resting on your bum and you can feel something strange in his lap. He’s got one hand on your back so you can’t get up and you can feel his other hand stroking you as if you were a dog or a cat. After the sting of the smacks, it feels quite nice until he puts his finger down and touches your bum hole. “HEY!!” You shout, struggling to get away, but he’s too strong for you and you feel his finger actually going in to where the poo comes out.
Suddenly, and without saying anything, he lets you go and you slip off his lap and stand up. To your surprise your willy got stiff and its sticking out, so you cover it up with your hands. He tells you to get dressed, and you gratefully pull your underpants and shorts back on. “That wasn’t so bad was it,” he says with a smile. “Just remember that if you’re going to say a rude word, make sure there’s no teachers about. And tell Mr Simpson to come round and see me at lunchtime.”
When you get back to the classroom, apart from some sniggering, nobody says anything and you give Mr Simpson his message before sitting down in your group. Of course nosy Melanie wants to know what happened, and you shrug and tell her that you just got told off.