("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
               _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
              ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
            K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
 	   _________________________________________
                            WARNING!
	   This text file contains sexually explicit
	   material. If you do not wish to read this
	   type of literature, or you are under age,
	   PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
 	   _________________________________________




		   Scroll down to view text


















-------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please
do not remove the author information nor make any 
changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you 
for your consideration.
-------------------------------------------------------

Learning Curve
by Croony (albert2er@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Andy, who is 16 years old meets a retired headmaster in 
the public library while researching for an essay on 
Corporal Punishment in Schools. He's invited to the 
retired headmaster's house where he and his wife take 
advantage of young Andy. (MF/m-teen, ped, nc, d/s, 
spank)

***

Andy Briar was sitting in his local library doing 
research for his A level English essay. His thesis was 
on corporal punishment in British schools post war to 
1987. 

Andy was 16 and lived a quiet life with his parents in 
the university town of Uxbridge, Greater London. He was 
a studious boy and didn't have many male friends. He was 
five feet six tall, slim with longish dark hair and 
piercing blue eyes. All the girls thought he was a geek 
and steered clear of him. 

He'd been at the library for the third day running when 
he saw a distinguished gentleman in his early sixties 
looking over at him from the desk opposite, The man was 
tall, slim with floppy grey hair. He wore a suit and 
looked to be a man that had enjoyed authority.

Andy went back to his reading and was fully absorbed in 
the photos of the implements used to chastise unruly 
pupils that he didn't see that the man was standing next 
to him until he heard him cough.

'I'm sorry to disturb you but I couldn't help but notice 
what an unusual array of reference books you have here,' 
he said pointing to the assortment on the desk.

Andy began to explain how he was researching for an 
essay and how he was struggling to put it all together.

The man just looked and said, 'interesting,' before 
walking back to his own seat where he carried on reading 
that days Daily Telegraph.

The next day Andy was back at the library when the same 
gentleman came in, took the same chair and again read 
the day's newspaper.

After about an hour he once more approached Andy and 
asked him how he was getting on with the essay. Andy 
said he wasn't as most of the stuff in the books were 
superficial and didn't go into much detail.


The gentleman introduced himself as Roger Postlethwaite 
and told Andy that he was a retired headmaster. He went 
on to say that he had had to chastise many an unruly boy 
when he was in charge of Faraday Walk School in the 
city. Andy commented that he'd never heard of it.
Professor Postlethwaite smiled and told Andy that he 
wouldn't have. It was an extremely private school for 
wealthy families to send their sons not only to learn 
the curriculum but to learn manners and how to be a 
gentleman.

He went on to say that the school still administered 
punishment way after it was banned from schools in 1987 
in agreement with the governors and the parents.

'When I retired last year they ceased and as a parting 
gift they provided me with all my rattan canes, wooden 
paddles and leather straps. They even let me take away 
my study furniture which I've transferred to my house 
and recreated it at home. I find it very comforting. I 
miss the job terribly. Still things move on.' As he went 
to leave he stopped and handed Andy his card. 'Look, if 
you'd like to pop over some day and have a look at the 
old office I could show you firsthand what was used. I 
have books too that you won't find in here that may be 
useful for your research. My wife will provide tea and 
cake,' he said. 'Just ring and tell us when you want to 
visit the address is on the card.' He then promptly 
walked out.

Three days later after Andy had thought about the 
Professor's offer he rang the number on the card and a 
rather well spoken lady answered. Andy told her who he 
was and she said she recognised the name from her 
husband.
Andy agreed to go the next morning before going to the 
library as it wasn't very far away.

At ten o'clock the next morning Andy rang the bell of an 
imposing townhouse. He heard the click clack of heels 
coming down the hall towards the front door. When the 
door opened Andy was pleased to see a very attractive 
older lady, late fifties Andy thought, standing there. 
'Hi, I'm Jane Postlethwaite,' she said holding out her 
hand. Andy shook it lightly while at the same time 
looking at the Professors wife. She was taller than Andy 
in her high heels, slim, wearing a fitted dress that 
clung to her curves especially over her large breasts. 
Andy was a bit stunned for a second but came to when 
Mrs. Postlethwaite asked him if he'd like to go through 
to the sitting room.

'Take a seat,' she said pointing at the sofa as she sat 
in an armchair opposite.

'My husband won't be long. Just doing things, although I 
have no idea what he gets up to up there sometimes,' she 
said with a smile as she crossed her long legs. 
Andy could have sworn he saw the tops of her cream 
stockings and a suspender clasp.

Just then her husband came in and they all held small 
talk until the Professor asked Andy if he'd like to see 
the study. Andy readily agreed and followed the 
gentleman upstairs.

Andy was amazed at how authentic the study looked. They 
chatted about corporal punishment with Andy asking 
questions about the Professor's role and he in turn 
would tell Andy about how and why he had to punish the 
boys that were sent to him.

'I used to do it here, over the desk,' he indicated. 
'How,' asked Andy.

'Here, let me show you. Come and lie over the desk to 
get a feel of what it would have been like.' 

Andy tentatively spread himself over the desk. The 
professor went over to the head of the desk and took 
Andy's arms and attached two leather to his wrists and 
fastened them.

'W-what are you doing?' asked Andy nervously.

'Oh just giving you a realistic feel of what happened to 
many of the boys sent to me,' said the Professor. He 
walked behind Andy and started to undo the boys jeans. 

'Stop, what are you doing!' screeched Andy.

'You don't think the boys were punished with their 
trousers on do you?' asked the older man. Andy's jeans 
and underpants were drawn down and discarded then his 
feet were secured to two more leather restraints making 
him helpless.

'Now, what shall I use?' contemplated the Professor out 
loud. 'I know, how about the strap?'

He took down an old shiny leather strap of about two 
feet long and three inches wide with a handle at one 
end. 'Yes this will do nicely,' he said before bringing 
it down on Andy's bare buttocks. It wasn't as hard as he 
normally would have carried out but he didn't want to 
scare the boy.

'Ouch,' cried Andy. 'Ouch, ouch, ouch,' as the swats 
landed fully on his bare backside. After twelve wallops 
the Professor stood back to admire his handiwork. Andy's 
chest was heaving and he was trying to get his breath 
back. His bottom felt like it was on fire.

'Yes, a nice rosy glow. We must get something on that to 
ease the pain. I'll summon Matron.' Andy looked 
perplexed. 'Yes my wife was Matron at the school and we 
dealt with the boys together,' he said before going to 
the door of the study and shouting for his wife to join 
them.

Andy felt both nervous and excited at being exposed to 
Mrs. Postlethwaite. 'Can you do the honours darling 
while I prepare myself?' asked her husband. Mrs. 
Postlethwaite said she'd love to and Andy heard a pair 
of latex gloves being snapped on. Next Andy felt a cool 
cream being applied to his red hot bottom and squirmed 
as the Professor's wife rubbed her hands all over his 
cheeks. He gasped as her fingers grazed over his hole 
and moaned when they did so again, this time more 
slowly. He could feel he was getting an erection.

Suddenly the Professor appeared in front of him, Andy's 
eyes were on a level with the older man's crotch and he 
looked on in bewilderment as he saw the Professor 
unzipping his trousers and letting them fall to the 
floor. Andy could only watch as the underpants were 
pulled down next and the Professors long thin semi-hard 
cock came into sight. He was speechless and could only 
groan as Mrs. Postlethwaite slid a sticky finger deep 
into his arse.

The Professor pumped his cock a couple of times and held 
it up at Andy's mouth which he kept tightly closed. 
'Open up or I'll use the cane on you and this time I 
won't be as lenient,' ordered the older man.

Gingerly and slowly Andy opened his mouth to accept the 
man's half hard cock as it slipped past his lips and 
deep into his mouth. Andy didn't think it was as gross 
as he had expected it to be.

The Professor began to push his cock in and out of 
Andy's mouth as his wife was now pushing two fingers in 
and out of his arse. Andy groaned around the cock.

'I always think it is quite decadent to suck a cock to 
hardness knowing it's going to fuck you.'

Andy groaned harder on hearing that and feeling three of 
Mrs. Postlthwaites fingers deep inside him. 'I think 
he's ready if you are dear,' she asked.

'Yes, yes before I come in his pretty little mouth,' 
replied the Professor.

He swapped places with his wife and rubbed his now hard 
cock up and down the crack of Andy's arse to get it 
lubricated from the gel his wife had used.

'No, please don't do this to me...aaarrggghh,' cried 
Andy as the Professor pushed the head of his cock past 
Andy's sphincter and deep into his arse until his balls 
were hanging against the backs of Andy's thighs. He 
began to fuck him slowly with deliberate strokes. Andy 
had his eyes shut tight and softly moaned as he was 
being fucked, his own cock rubbing against the polished 
surface of the desk.

'Go on darling, fuck the little slut hard.' Andy's eyes 
few open to see Mrs. Postlthwaite standing in front of 
him with her skirt raised and her fingers buried deep in 
her shaven pussy. He could see her juices dripping down 
as her pussy was framed by cream suspender straps. Her 
shiny stockings complimented her incredibly sexy look. 
Andy could feel himself on the verge of cumming 
especially now as the Professor was pounding into him 
hard.

Andy was nearly there. He could feel the Professors cock 
swell in his arse and he could tell Mrs. Postlethwaite 
was close to orgasm by the look on her face. Suddenly 
the Professor came with a shout as he pulled his cock 
out and spunk flew all over Andy's arse. His wife 
screamed as she came hard at the sight and Andy erupted 
all over the desk top.

After a few seconds when they had composed themselves 
the Professor asked his wife to look after Andy as he 
went to clean himself up.


Mrs. Postlethaite untied Andy and told him to lay on the 
carpet on his stomach. He did as he was told and he 
could hear her in the background doing something. 
Suddenly he felt a cold cloth on his bottom as she wiped 
her husband's cum from him.

'Turn over now Andy,' she asked.

When he turned over he gasped. Mrs. Postlethwaite had 
taken off her dress and was standing over him wearing a 
cream satin girdle, stockings and high heels. Her large 
breasts hung bare, her nipples were erect and aching.

She lay down beside him and told him how she would 
procure the boys for her and her husband to play with at 
the school. She did this as she stroked Andy's young 
lean body and played with his nipples. She noticed his 
cock start to rise so she leaned over him and kissed him 
fully on the lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth as 
she took hold of his rapidly hardening cock stroking it 
to full hardness.

She looked at Andy deep into his eyes and asked if he 
was a virgin. He nodded yes.

'We'll have to do something about that, won't we?' she 
asked as she straddled him, taking his cock in her hands 
and placing the tip at the entrance to her wet pussy. 
She slid down hard on his cock, her tight pussy walls 
sucking him in. 'God, that feels so good,' she said as 
she started to ride him. 'Here suck on my nipples,' she 
ordered. Andy thought he was in heaven.

Mrs. Postlethwaite rode him to three orgasms before Andy 
cried out and shot his load deep in her pussy. They lay 
there getting their breath back. The older woman was the 
first to speak.

'We've been looking for someone like you for a while. 
Roger was so excited when he told me about you. I think 
he made an excellent choice,' she said as she kissed 
him.

'We have your mobile number so you'll be getting a text 
from us soon. I do hope you'll want to play!'

***

Three nights later Andy was lying in bed at his parents' 
house stroking his cock and thinking about what had 
happened to him with the Postlethwaies when his phone 
bleeped. 

All it said was 'tomorrow morning ten thirty. R&J.'

Andy looked down to see his hand covered with cum.

END

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Kristen's collection - Directory 84