Chapter 1: Many Firsts
David sat outside the counsellor's office, arms crossed and concentrating on the floor, trying not to listen to his geography teacher's diatribe about him and his behaviour in class. He could almost hear the barmy old man's pulsing forehead vein thrash about from the other side of the door.
Lucy, the middle-aged, red-haired, hard-of-hearing secretary chuckled when she heard an intense "Unacceptable" and "Outrageous" boom from the counsellor's office. David looked at her and couldn't help but smile when he saw her roll her eyes at the yelling. The veteran teacher was known for his hyperbolic tales of misbehaviour and lack of discipline and how students today had no respect. That wasn't strictly untrue; few students had any respect for him, most had a modicum of respect for most faculty and a great deal of respect for a select few. He was just unpleasant and so very easy to rile up.
Another few minutes passed by, by which time the yelling subsided and the door to the counsellor's office was wrenched open and the great walrus-like geography teacher heaved out, his expansive gut preceding him out the threshold by multiple feet.
He glared down at David, red-faced and sweaty-browed, his great bushy moustache looking frazzled and almost as if he'd been electrocuted. David glared back, putting as much belligerence and insubordination as possible into the brief exchange.
The old man waddled on and before he was even out of sniffing distance of Lucy's pomegranate perfume, David was called into the counsellor's office.
He gulped, his palms sweating and his heart beating a thousand times per second. This was his third offence in the last fortnight. He knew very well what that meant; after all, it had been his intention to end up in this scenario.
He strode into the small, warm, coffee-smelling office to see the counsellor sitting behind his desk, phone to his ear, muttering "yup" and "uh-huh" to the one on the other end of the line. He finished the conversation with "I'll make sure the point gets across, Mrs. Greenwood- oh, call you Erica? Well I guess we have been corresponding a lot as of late." David flared, knowing that his mother and his counsellor had discussed the specifics of his punishment while he'd been sitting outside the door. Whether or not the old whale of a geography teacher had any input he couldn't say, but he hoped not.
The counsellor snapped his fingers. David looked up at him immediately and saw him pointing to the chair in front of the desk. He took it, finding it much more comfortable than the ones students were forced to sit in for six hours of the day. Then again, he had been acquainted with this particular chair for quite some time in the past few weeks.
"Do you want to speak with him?" The counsellor said, looking David in the eye. "No? When he gets home? That's fine, Erica. No offence, but I hope I don't need to call you again." The counsellor and Erica Greenwood shared a chuckle before the line was cut off, the counsellor placing the phone back in its receiver.
David couldn't look at him so he looked anywhere but; the phone that his mother's voice had just come from, the plaque on the desk that read "Maxwell Anand" in large gold letters on black, the papers and pens haphazardly strewn about the desk, the platitude bearing posters on the walls and the cabinet in the corner, though his eyes immediately darted away from that, his mind wanting its contents to remain a mystery, though he and every wayward boy in this damned building knew exactly what was in there, though most ,if not all, other boys would look away in dreadful anticipation.
Not David. The thought of what was in that cabinet made his stomach flutter and his maroon shorts almost tighten around the front.
"Davey?" The counsellor said, waving his hand to get the boy's attention.
"Yes, Mr. Anand?" He said, refusing to meet the man's eyes, a scarlet blush creeping across his cheeks and up to his ears. His fists grasped the material of his shorts, looking instead at the man's chest, then to his arms with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, his caramel skin looking as if it were melting in the heat.
"Max is fine, Davey." The counsellor said, finally able to get the redheaded teen to look him in the eye.
"Sorry." Davey said, barely above a whisper, hastily adding "Max." at the end.
"It's fine, but this is your third trip to my office in less than two weeks. You know what the school's policy is in this situation, don't you?" He asked, his green eyes darting to the cabinet in the corner.
David nodded wordlessly.
"I spoke with your mother about what was and wasn't okay and she said she wanted the lesson to sink in, saying that maybe you'll take it more seriously than if her or your dad were to do it and that you've had this coming for a long time. What do you think?" He asked, leaning over the desk.
"Yes…" David murmured, his heart feeling as if it would leap out of his throat any second.
"So you agree that you ought to be spanked with one of the various items in that there cabinet?" Max asked, gesturing to said cabinet in the corner.
Davey nodded, feeling very hot under the collar.
"Well your mother agrees, says that you've been much more of a brat at home too and hopes this might force some sense into your head. Mr. Garibaldi agrees, perhaps too much so." Max muttered that last part more to himself than to David.
Silence permeated between the two for a moment longer. Max thinking David might have something to say in his defence or to maybe forestall the oncoming reprimand. David was going to say no such thing. Everything he'd wanted for the last month was finally coming to fruition; ever since Max Anand had been hired as the school's guidance counsellor at the start of term, David couldn't stop thinking about him. His tight, form-fitting clothes, his eyes, his hair, the way he rolled up his sleeves in the hot weather. Just about everything about the young man forced its way into David's daydreams, even when he was asleep he couldn't get him out of his head. More than once he'd woken up to soiled underwear after a restless night of unending fantasy.
Now that his fantasies were about to be somewhat realised, he was not going to say anything that might jeopardise his weeks of planning, of intentionally getting in trouble just to get into this office for a third time. He was ready.
"Well, no point in procrastinating," Max said, standing and making his way over to the cabinet. "Take your blazer and shoes off." Max said, not looking at the boy as he eyed the various instruments in the cabinet from left to right, each one meant for a more severe punishment than the one before it. Thinking that it wouldn't take much for a kid like Davey to break down, Max took the one farthest left: a wooden spoon.
Davey watched as the man chose his weapon, wasting no time in kicking off his shoes and shedding his blazer, adrenaline pumping through his veins, making him forget that was all he was asked to remove. In his excitement he pulled his white shirt over his head as well, glad to give his body a chance to cool down if nothing else.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, kid." Max said, holding his hands out, making David pause from unzipping his shorts. "I didn't ask you to get naked." He placed the spoon on his desk, pulled the papers into a stack and shoved them into one of his desk drawers. "Do if you want, I won't say anything, but I thought you'd want to preserve your dignity if nothing else." Max chuckled.
David's face flared as he went ahead and unzipped his shorts, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, now standing in nothing but his red boxers and ankle socks. A breeze flowed through the room and for the first time Davey noticed that Max's windows were open. Thankfully all he had to look out at was a brick wall. Max chuckled again.
"A glutton for punishment I see. Think you're a big boy who'll take all the licks without a sound?" He asked, towering over David. The boy had to move his hands to his crotch to hide his incoming erection. Max leaned in, breathing against the shell of David's ear. "I promise you'll be begging me to stop."
David's legs trembled, his heart now beating so fast that he thought it would burst from his chest in a bloody mess.
"Hands on the desk." Max ordered, picking up the wooden spoon.
Trembling in every limb, David did as he was ordered, the cool wood of the desk bringing him back to reality for a moment. He felt Max force him closer to the desk so that he could see his breath condense on the wood. He could feel the broad head of the spoon against his right butt-cheek, rubbing in a circle before leaving and then-
SMACK!
David winced in pain as the weapon collided like fire against his almost unprotected bottom! He had to bite his lip from crying out and all too soon-
SMACK!
A pained squeak escaped his throat as the spoon lashed against his left cheek. He could feel the sting reach all the way to his fingers and toes, lighting him on fire!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Max lashed into his rear, alternating which cheek took the strike each time. David had to repress the urge to moan. His cock was straining against his underwear, trying to force its way out as it leaked, a wet spot forming at the tip of the tent he pitched. Part of him wanted the counsellor to rip his boxers off, leave him completely naked and smack his ass with every instrument in the cabinet, one by one as he was beaten to a sobbing mess, his rear nothing but purple and red welts and gashes and then, to top it off, to parade him through the school, showing the marks he earned to every other boy and girl who would point and laugh at him, jeer and mock as Max would take a seat in the packed gym, pull him over his lap and begin spanking him anew, ignoring his cries for mercy and-
David moaned, his legs trembling. He couldn't help the sounds that vibrated from his throat when Max lashed what could've been the one-hundredth smack for all he knew. He could feel the front of his underwear, they were wet and warm, sticky and coated in something viscous. Max paused.
"Davey? Did you just?" Max pulled David up from his bent over position and spotted the dark patch in the front of the boy's underwear. He flustered red. He could smell the boy's semen from where he stood. The sight of him, his flushed face, his trembling body, quivering legs, clenched hands and sweat-stained forehead, and suddenly it all clicked.
This was what Davey wanted all along. That's why in the span of two weeks, this boy with an almost spotless record managed to get himself sent to see the counsellor three times. He knew the reparations he would face, he welcomed them and seemed to long for them. That was why he didn't protest, why he didn't defend himself or anything that any other boy would say to avoid this scenario.
Getting spanked turned Davey on.
A light flickered to life in Max's head. He bit his lip, wondering whether or not he should continue with the thoughts that came to life in his head. If this was the kind of thing that turned a boy like Davey on, then he would be more than happy to acquiesce to his wants. Having a boy like this, almost naked and yearning to be punished, it made Max's trousers tighten. Of course, when he took the job of guidance counsellor he never intended for anything like this to happen, he always repressed those urges that brewed within him, the ones that made him want to look at boys like Davey, to hold them, to touch them, to make them feel all sorts of things that would get him labelled a monster and thrown away. Yet here was a boy who put himself in Max's path, who wanted, at the very least, to be punished by Max specifically. After all, he'd never gotten in trouble with any previous counsellor, not even once.
"I see." Max said, composing himself. "You enjoy getting punished, don't you, Davey?" He forced the boy to look up at him, his glazed eyes showing that he was still recovering from what was no-doubt a long awaited orgasm.
Davey averted his gaze, his hands going to cover his wet spot.
"None of that!" Max ordered, forcing David's hands to his side. "Answer the question, or I'll never let you in this office again."
Davey looked panicked, tears welling up in his eyes. "No!" He said, his hands latching onto Max's wrists. "Please." He begged, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
"Then answer." Max said, his voice ice, his suspicions confirmed.
"Y-yes." Davey stuttered, looking away. "I think." He added. "Just you." He whispered.
"Just me?" Max asked, dropping his hands to his sides.
Davey nodded.
"So, what about when your dad pulls you over his knee, drops your pants and spanks your ass red? Does that get you going?" He asked, a cruel sneer on his lips.
Davey shook his head frantically. "No! It's just you…" He trailed off, wrapping his arms around himself.
"Just me." Max stated. David nodded, looking to be on the verge of tears. Max pinched his chin and forced him to look up into his eyes. "Well then I guess I have a job to finish." Max went to the windows and closed them and the blinds. He then locked the door and turned to face David who hadn't moved a muscle.
David couldn't believe what was happening. Was this a dream? Was any of this actually happening or had he just fallen asleep in class and fabricated all this? No, he could feel the very real sting in his rear, that sweet sting, and the awkward stickiness in his underwear. If all that was real, then that meant the Max stalking towards him with a hungry look in his eyes was real too.
"You don't need these anymore." Max said, getting to a knee and pulling on the waistband of David's boxers. The boy had to keep himself from stepping away. He wanted this, he knew he did, but now that his long held fantasies were finally becoming reality, he didn't know what to do.
Slowly, Max tugged the boy's underwear down his milky smooth legs, a glistening trail of cum briefly connecting his cock-head to the wet patch, down to his ankles where he egged David to step out of them. For good measure he pulled his socks off his feet, leaving David well and truly naked.
Max stood to his full height, admiring with an ever-stiffening member the boy in front of him. His semi-flaccid shaft hung from a patch of scraggly red hair, his balls dangling tight to his body. His mouth went dry. It was the first time in a very long time since he'd seen a boy David's age naked, he'd been much closer to that age at the time.
"Hands on the table." Max ordered again. The boy turned, showing the slightly pink cheeks that wanted oh so badly to be beaten. Max was more than happy to oblige, taking the spoon in hand once more, raising it high and bringing it whistling onto the boy's soft, rounded cheek. It bounced like a rippling pond, sending shocks of deep arousal through Max's entire body.
He raised the spoon high again and once more it sank into the pliable flesh of David's bare bottom. The redhead stifled a moan into his folded arms, his cock wanting to get hard again but it was too soon. He could only repress the tears from falling as Max continued to spank him. On and on it went, long past the point of any other spanking he'd gotten at home, long enough for his member to harden again and long enough for the counsellor to lose himself in the act of punishing a boy's quivering, red-raw ass.
Having had enough of the spoon, Max dropped it and pulled Davey from his position hunched over the desk. The boy barely registered being moved over the painful sting that coated his bottom. However, he did feel his hard-on press against Max's thigh and the man's hand rubbing his blistered cheeks.
"You've had enough of the spoon, I think." Max said, grabbing a handful of the velvety flesh, flashing David's pink hole for just an instant. "I'm gonna use my hand." He didn't wait for any acknowledgement from Davey, he just flicked his wrist and a high SMACK echoed throughout the room. David yipped, jolting forward, his cock forced to rub against Max's leg.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Max was as merciless with his hand as he was with the spoon. Smack after smack landed on David's blazing behind, his hands clutching at the chair's leg to stop himself from reaching back to stop the onslaught. He could hardly contain his moans and groans, needing to bite down on his knuckle to stop from alerting everyone outside to what was really going on in that room. He felt his cock pulse once again, squirting his watery cum onto Max's trousers, his body going limp as Max either didn't notice or didn't care that a thirteen-year-old just orgasmed onto him.
A few minutes later, by which time David was sobbing and letting tears fall down his cheeks, Max stopped, a sweat glistening on his forehead, his arm throbbing with exhaustion. He forced Davey to stand in front of him on his trembling legs, barely able to stand as he tried to wipe away tears with one hand and rub away the sting with the other.
"Hands by your sides." Max ordered, noting the boy's limp cock and the shining droplets of cum dripping from the head. He looked down at his pant leg and frowned. He growled at the boy, getting his attention and earning a fearful look. "Clean it up." Max demanded through grit teeth.
David looked side to side, hoping to see something to properly wipe away his semen from the counsellor's leg.
"With your mouth." Max added, feigning impatience.
Eyes widening, David looked down at the wet stain. He'd never tasted his own cum before, the thought hadn't even occurred to him. Yet here he was, being forced to lick his own sperm from the pant-leg of the man he jizzed on while being spanked half to death.
He got on his knees at Max's side, tongue out, butt burning. He licked away most of the white fluid in the first lick, his mouth protesting to the taste. He tried to cringe away but Max grabbed a fistful of his hair, forcing his mouth to the stain.
David did his utmost to lick the mess away, hoping that when his counsellor let him up he'd be free to rub away the sting ebbing at his bruised posterior. When he was let go, he looked hopefully up at Max, who glared back.
"Corner. Hands on head. Don't look around." Max stated, going to sit behind his desk. David nodded, knowing that this was usual procedure after punishment, minus the complete nudity.
He stood there, completely aware of how exposed he was, shifting his weight from foot to foot, tears still flowing down his cheeks, his ass still burning as if it were being held over a naked flame.
"Davey," Max said after what felt like hours of standing completely bare in the corner. "come over here." Max said, sitting behind his desk, his chair swivelled to the side. David obeyed, walking around the desk to stand right in front of the counsellor, who had folded his clothes and laid them on the desk.
The teen flushed under the man's gaze. Max had had an uninterrupted, uncensored view of his back and bottom for however long he'd been standing in the corner, now he was taking his time to observe his front, everything from his flat chest to his shrivelled cock to his lean legs. Max was taking it all in.
"I'm gonna ask you some questions, Davey, and I want only the truth, you hear?" The counsellor asked, not taking his eyes away from David's boyhood.
"Mm-hm." David answered, feeling something spark in his member as it lay under Max's scrutinising gaze.
"You like getting spanked, don't you? Turns you on, makes you feel good and horny?" Max tore his eyes away from David's privates to meet his deep green ones.
Said teen gulped, not knowing how to feel at having his most private and secret thoughts and feelings vocalised so simply.
Wordlessly, the teen nodded, noting how it made his counsellor tighten his grip on the armrests of his chair.
"Do you…" Max hesitated to ask the next question. "Do you want me to spank you again? Longer? Harder? With some different tools?"
David's already moisture-free mouth somehow became even dryer. He'd had many fantasies about Max punishing him, humiliating him and spanking him to within an inch of his life. To be offered a way to make these fantasies reality made him think he was in a dream, one he'd wake up from any moment. The sting he felt in his rear let him know that this was no mere fabrication, this was the real thing and he was really getting this offer from the man who haunted his wet dreams.
"Yes…" He answered, barely above a whisper.
Max nodded, a hand going to his crotch to adjust his member in its pants. David bit his lip, words he wanted to say so badly dancing on the tip of his tongue.
"Can…can I see yours?" He asked, his cock standing up painfully at the thought. It wasn't used to being called to action so many times so quickly.
Looking slightly stunned for a moment, Max glanced to the door before looking down, his hands fumbling with his zipper. He lowered his trousers and underwear just enough to free his cock and balls, the former sticking up like a compass needle.
David gulped at the sight, his heart beating a mile a minute. Without permission or prompt, he reached a hand down from his head to touch the leaking cock in front of him. Max's breath hitched and David pulled away, thinking he'd done wrong. Max alleviated that worry when he reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist, bringing his hand back to his pulsing member.
The teen brought his other hand down to wrap around the counsellor's member. Max lightly coaxed David to his knees by pushing on his shoulders, his head thrown back and deep breaths escaping his throat as his shaft was stroked by smaller hands than his own.
The office filled with the barely suppressed sounds of Max's breath and the slight sounds of Davey stroking his member, the young teen hardly believing the situation he was in. He had thought about, imagined, dreamed that he'd be there, in between Max's legs, allowed to touch and pleasure his veiny cock.
Wanting to indulge himself in his fantasy even more, David stopped his stroking for just a moment and brought his mouth to the exposed tip of Max's leaking manhood, lapping the white bead edging out of the small slit away. It tasted more bitter than he imagined but that was not enough to deter him. He wrapped his lips completely around the head, giving Max pause as he felt something wet and hot engulf him. He looked down, eyes wide as he saw this adorable young boy, whose naked ass he just had the pleasure of punishing, was bobbing back and forth on his dick. He gulped, tangling his fingers in Davey's red locks, egging him to move even faster. The teen let him, almost gagging when the head hit the back of his throat.
What David couldn't swallow he grabbed, but that didn't matter as it didn't take long for Max to reach his climax, biting his knuckle to keep from moaning so loud that even the hard of hearing secretary could hear him. He shot his cum into Davey's mouth, down his throat and filling his cheeks. The teen pulled off, Max shooting the final squirt of his orgasm onto his face.
Cringing, Davey swallowed most of the mouthful but some remained, leaking out of the side of his mouth. Meanwhile Max was recovering from the intense wave of pleasure that coursed through him, looking down only for his deep breaths to hitch at the sight of Davey, naked, sweaty, his member sticking up and a bemused, deer-in-the-headlights look on his face as Max's semen leaked down his nose and out of his mouth.
Max pulled the boy to his feet, a hand clutched onto the hair on the back of his head.
"You-" Max said, bringing his lips to Davey's, tasting his own cum and catching the boy by surprise. The man's tongue overwhelmed Davey's, roaming the inside of his mouth which still had a salty, bitter taste to it. "are amazing!" He finished, pulling away, a trail of saliva and cum connecting their mouths.
David could only flush a deep red, his member straining at full mast, his legs trembling, his heart pounding, the shock of his first kiss taking root in his mind.
Max took David's red underwear from the folded pile on the desk and used them to wipe the white from the teen's face and the wetness from his own cock, righting his clothes in the process. Instead of putting them back on the pile, Max opened the bottom drawer of his desk and dropped them in.
"Let me return the favour." Max grinned, sliding from the chair and pushing Davey to take the seat. He pushed the boy's legs apart, eyeing his smaller member up close, noting how the foreskin still hung a bit loose on the end, how the balls were yet to completely descend and how the patch of red they grew from was still patchy and thin.
He licked his lips and with little effort he took the cock and balls in their entirety into his hot mouth, using his tongue to slide up and down the shaft and massage the marble-sized balls. Davey clapped a hand over his mouth, keeping the groans and obscene giveaway sounds inside. He knew the last thing he or Max needed was to get caught.
His third climax of the day didn't take very long to approach, especially not with how Max used his mouth, sucking and slurping, biting and licking, pulling away only for a brief moment to suck on the inside of David's milky white thigh, leaving a deep red bruise to mark his territory.
Davey ran his fingers through Max's dark curls, his cock spasming and twitching as it blew up in the counsellor's mouth. Max pulled away and stood, leaning against his desk as Davey panted, trying to catch his breath.
"First blow job?" Max asked, swallowing.
Davey nodded, looking down at his spit-covered, flaccid cock. He then looked up to his counsellor, who looked down at him sharply with those beautiful green eyes. Somehow that look made him feel more naked than he had up to that point despite how long he'd been without clothes.
"Wanna do it again?" Max asked, looking away from Davey this time.
"Yeah!" The boy answered, his chest fluttering at the thought.
"And…and you won't tell anyone?" There was a hint of desperation in his voice, and Davey was smart enough to know why. If anyone found out what had happened in that office, not only would Max never work again, he'd be carted away, thrown in prison and they'd never see each other again.
"Never!" He answered, meaning it wholeheartedly. Why would he ever sell out the man he'd been dreaming of now that he had his utmost attention.
"Good." Max said, turning his head away. "Get dressed. I'll call your parents and sort something out."
"Sort what out?" Davey asked, pulling his socks onto his feet.
"Remedial counselling." Max answered, turning to look at the naked boy once more, a gleam in his eye and a smirk on his mouth.
