The Piano Teacher

[roypeters]

This story is fiction and very severe.

Mr. Adam looked through his window. He got excited as his next pupil walked up the pathway. It was around
3 15 pm just after school let out. He looked at the boy, Patrick who looked very worried. A cute lad with red hair and a few freckles. One of the piano teachers favorite boys. Patrick had one of those small meaty rounded flawless perfect bottoms made for discipline. The boys personality was on the timid side. Perfect for the severe punishments the
piano teacher had in store over the next few months.

Patrick rang the bell. Mr. Adams opened the door.
"Ah yes, Patrick Ressler, right on time boy, that is good, not like last week"
"H-Hello s-sir" he stammered.
"Come in and put your school books down. Did you practice?"
"Yes s-sir...I did"
"We shall see won't we. Now you know what to do next, right?"
"Er..er.y-yes s-sir" he replied head down cast.
"And what is that Patrick?"
"I er have t-to er t-take my c-clothes off s-sir"
"That is correct."
"Does it h-have to be everything s-sir?"
"Yes Patrick it has to be everything. Shoes, socks and underwear as well...undress now"

The piano teacher looked intently at the boy as he began to take his clothes off. All boys hated this part the
most but Mr. Adams always gave lesson when the boy was completely naked. Patrick took his tee shirt off and then his shoes. As he undressed Mr. Adam asked him how school was that day. IIt was all such a shock, one minute there he
was in school, and now here he was undressing for a man who he just met two weeks ago.

He took off his pants next and then his socks. Mr. Adams liked the boys trim bare toes. Red faced he then tugged his underwear down to let his small member flip free, down and off leaving him completely naked once again.
The piano teacher ad him turn slowly a few times to view his entire body. Once again showing those perfect globes.

"Very well....sit and play...play well"

He sat on the hard wood piano bench and played. No boy could play without making a mistake under the threat
of constant punishment. The piano teacher was well aware of it. Of course Patrick made many mistakes.

"Stop playing....terrible...just terrible...you said you did practice? That was a lie"
"N-No..s-s-sir...I did...honest I did. I am just n-nervous that is all"
"NO second chances, come, to the bedroom"
"P-Pleaseeee...not there s-sir" he begged. Boys knew a trip to the piano teachers bedroom resulted in very severe discipline. He followed the nude boy up the steps, eyes on that small perfect bottom. In the room they went.
The piano teacher picked up a thick heavy wood paddle and sat.
"Lets go...get across....hold on tightly and do not let go. 50 extremely hard swats now"
He lightly tapped the quivering globes. The boys feet trailed off. He pulled him in closer. He had the boy arch his cheeks up and take a firm grip. Then the vicious paddling began. From high above the hard wood came crashing down.
Cheek to cheek, slow paced, top to base. In no time the boy was pleading and screaming and crying his eyes out as
his bare bottom was roasted with the thick heavy wood. Top to base, base to top as the boys buttocks jumped up.
Then the tender thighs and inner thighs. After 30 swats each one was pure agony. The piano teacher scolded the boys about his poor playing as he paddled him hard.

"Spread your legs wide...wider.....wider"

Then the vicious paddle landed on the most tender inner cheeks. The piano teacher got a good view of the boys anus.
Finally the 50th one landed as hard as possible. The piano teacher ran his hands across the well paddled cheeks.

"Get up....go bend over the end of the bed...I think 15 with the cane will make you play better next week"

The room was soon filled again with the boys screams as the piano teacher caned him with all his might 15 times covering the entire cheeks and thighs with overlapping red stripes.

The piano teacher had other things in mind for the boy but knew he had to respect the limits. He took Patrick back down and allowed him to get dressed. As Patrick got dressed, another boy, Trey a cute blonde, was coming up the pathway and soon found himself before the piano teacher.

"Take your clothes off TRey" came the order every boy hated to hear. But that is another story.