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Gay Classroom Discipline

Published January 20, 2015

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, humiliation, anal sex, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Gay Classroom Discipline contains three stories:

Disciplining the Jock

Peter Stanton has always found ways of using his good looks and athletic talents to get ahead, and when he arrives in college it doesn’t look like that’s going to have to change. But his easy ride runs out when his professor Alex Whitner notices him flirting with a female classmate only to copy her course work. The handsome professor decides it’s time to teach Peter a little personal responsibility and maybe show the testosterone charged young man just what someone who actually knows how to handle him looks like.

Turning the Tables on the Teacher

If he’s being honest, Sam Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the college students in his classes … but when he goes too far with his bad marks, he finds out there’s someone in his class who won’t get pushed too far. Jackson, an undergraduate after completing his military service, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sam will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. He’s willing to keep this secret between them, but he wants to be sure that Sam still gets the punishment he so very much deserves.

Disciplined in the Dean’s Office

Jackson doesn’t know why he started the rumor about Professor Vicarro, his young and handsome politics professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Mr. Iverson himself, and when Jackson is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, he finds out the dean’s heard a lot more.

Once past the initial mortification, he can admit he’s probably earned the spanking he’ll get, but did Mr. Iverson really have to tell Professor Vicarro about the whole thing, too? Surely he’ll find his own ways to settle accounts, and all Jackson can do is wait and see which method will leave him more sore.

Excerpt:

He sits back and considers me for a long moment, taking me in – all of me. I find myself suddenly a little bit self-conscious but try to shake the momentary weakness out of my head.

“What are you doing, Peter?” he asks. “Why do you think it’s appropriate to act this way?”

I try to meet his gaze, but I’m finding it increasingly difficult. “Like what, Professor?”

“You – always trying to push people around to get what you want. Do you think I’m some kid who’ll go weak-kneed if you flex your muscles?”

“What are you talking about, Professor?” I ask as innocently as I can, mentally backpedaling as my heart begins to hammer. He seems angry. It’s suddenly obvious to both of us that I don’t have the courage to go through with my implied threat.

“What am I talking about?” He asks incredulously. “No, enough. I’ve wasted too much time trying to teach you like an adult and give you the benefit of the doubt. I can see now that I was wrong from the beginning.”

He stands up, angry and strong and an inch or two taller than me as he looks down at me. He grabs me by my arm and pulls me to face him.

I look up at him, unable to speak. There isn’t anything to say. But there’s something about the way he’s looking at me, almost like he knows he’s supposed to be angry but he’s responding in a different way instead – almost like he’s noticing me the way I noticed him along the pathway this morning. I draw in a faltering breath.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from several works by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

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Disciplined in the Dean’s Office

Published January 15, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, humiliation, anal sex, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Jackson doesn’t know why he started the rumor about Professor Vicarro, his young and handsome politics professor. Maybe it was a plea for attention or maybe it was just a way of making a long-hidden fantasy become slightly real. But whatever the reason, the rumors have made their way to the Dean of Student Affairs Mr. Iverson himself, and when Jackson is called down to the office on a Friday afternoon, he finds out the dean’s heard a lot more.

Once past the initial mortification, he can admit he’s probably earned the spanking he’ll get, but did Mr. Iverson really have to tell Professor Vicarro about the whole thing, too? Surely he’ll find his own ways to settle accounts, and all Jackson can do is wait and see which method will leave him more sore.

Excerpt:

The ensuing silence was awful. After daring the initial glance towards Professor Viccaro my eyes had stayed locked on a spot on the floor near the leg of the desk. I could feel him considering me.

“Won’t you say something, Professor?” I finally blurted.

“I’m trying to understand you, Jackson.”

“What’s to understand? I shouldn’t have said – I just made a mistake.”

“What did you want?”

I struggled with the question. “I guess I just sort of liked the idea of it, to tell the truth,” I said finally in a very quiet voice. “I’m just so incredibly embarrassed, professor.”

He blinked in surprise. Then he started to laugh. “Is that what it was?” he said. “I thought I saw something in the way you looked at me, and it made the lie all the harder to understand.” He closed the door of the office and stepped into the room. “But then again, if you knew the headache … what a stupid thing.”

“I’m sorry.”

He loosened his necktie and ran a frustrated hand through his dark hair. Even though it was wildly inappropriate given the situation, I couldn’t help but find him even more alluring when angry than when he was calm and collected. He seemed simultaneously capable of anything and yet in control. I got the sudden and very strange insight that he had probably been the type to get into a lot of trouble when he was younger.

He turned back to look at me and caught me staring. His eyes locked to mine, freezing me in place, and I watched a faintly appraising look come into his face.

“Well what are we going to do about this?” he asked.

The question sounded rhetorical, so I watched him without answering.

“Tell me,” he said, walking over to lean against the desk only a couple feet from me. “What is it exactly you told people I did?”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Naughty Rumors with full consent of the original author.

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Disciplining the Jock

Published January 10, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Peter Stanton has always found ways of using his good looks and athletic talents to get ahead, and when he arrives in college it doesn’t look like that’s going to have to change. But his easy ride runs out when his professor Alex Whitner notices him flirting with a female classmate only to copy her course work. The handsome professor decides it’s time to teach Peter a little personal responsibility and maybe show the testosterone charged young man just what someone who actually knows how to handle him looks like.

Excerpt:

“You know, Professor,” I begin, “I understand why you have me cleaning the classroom. I’m really learning a lesson. But as for talking to Jessie, I really don’t understand why that’s so necessary. How do you know I don’t like her?” I shrug my shoulders. “That’s the sort of thing I get to decide for myself, isn’t it? I’m not just a child you get to push around like that.” I wince slightly as I hear the last words come out of my mouth. That may have been taking it too far, but it was where the conversation was headed anyways.

“That’s a very interesting perspective, Peter,” he says in a neutral voice. “But surely if you cared about her you wouldn’t be manipulating her into giving you her work when she clearly didn’t want to.”

I roll my eyes in dismissal. “Professor,” I say, “is it really that simple? Sometimes you need something from someone, that’s all. It doesn’t hurt her any if she helps me out, just like it doesn’t hurt you any if you forget this whole thing ever happened.” I put a little emphasis on the “if”. I’m not obvious, I think, but I do it just enough that he’ll interpret the sentence the way I mean it.

He sits back and considers me for a long moment, taking me in – all of me. I find myself suddenly a little bit self-conscious but try to shake the momentary weakness out of my head.

“What are you doing, Peter?” he asks. “Why do you think it’s appropriate to act this way?”

I try to meet his gaze, but I’m finding it increasingly difficult. “Like what, Professor?”

“You – always trying to push people around to get what you want. Do you think I’m some kid who’ll go weak-kneed if you flex your muscles?”

“What are you talking about, Professor?” I ask as innocently as I can, mentally backpedaling as my heart begins to hammer. He seems angry. It’s suddenly obvious to both of us that I don’t have the courage to go through with my implied threat.

“What am I talking about?” He asks incredulously. “No, enough. I’ve wasted too much time trying to teach you like an adult and give you the benefit of the doubt. I can see now that I was wrong from the beginning.”

He stands up, angry and strong and an inch or two taller than me as he looks down at me. He grabs me by my arm and pulls me to face him.

“Look at yourself,” he says. “Do you think this is an acceptable way to behave? How far in life do you think this sort of stunt will take you?”

I look up at him, unable to speak. There isn’t anything to say. But there’s something about the way he’s looking at me, almost like he knows he’s supposed to be angry but he’s responding in a different way instead – almost like he’s noticing me the way I noticed him along the pathway this morning. I draw in a faltering breath.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Caught By My Professor with full consent of the original author.

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Turning the Tables on the Teacher

Published January 1, 2015

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, taboo teacher/student relations, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

If he’s being honest, Sam Rogers sometimes enjoys jerking around the college students in his classes … but when he goes too far with his bad marks, he finds out there’s someone in his class who won’t get pushed too far. Jackson, an undergraduate after completing his military service, has discovered a dirty little secret that Sam will do anything to keep from getting out into the open. He’s willing to keep this secret between them, but he wants to be sure that Sam still gets the punishment he so very much deserves.

Excerpt:

“Of course I can,” he said. He delivered another stinging slap and I moaned pitifully. My palms pressed at the floor and I wriggled again on his lap. I could feel the jiggling redness in my ass. I could feel his eyes taking in the humiliating sight.

And then I gasped from surprise, not pain. His hand was wandering along the inside of my thigh. His strong fingers were approaching … I could feel him kneading at my sensitive skin.

“My my,” he said. “Professor, you’re getting a little hard, aren’t you?”

“I’m not!” I objected defeatedly. Even as I spoke I felt myself stiffening further.

“No? You’re positively throbbing. I’ve never seen anything quite like this.”

I clamped my legs together in mortification, but the discovery had been made.

“Well, well,” he said to himself. “What a dirty, dirty boy you are. Here I thought I was punishing you, and instead you’ve been enjoying every minute of it.”

“That’s not true!”

“I can tell when you’re lying, Sam. I can feel you get all tense. You don’t have any secrets from me. You like nothing better than getting a good spanking. You probably know how much you deserve it.”

I kicked at the floor in impotent humiliation. Why had my body betrayed me like this?

I gasped again as his fingers returned to their previous exploration. They moved between my thighs and rubbed over my scrotum, fondling my balls with his curious fingers.

Another moan escaped from my mouth and I clamped my jaw shut. It felt so good and I wanted it so badly, but it was just so positively humiliating and wrong to admit it, even to myself.

“Please,” I moaned, although by now even I didn’t know whether I was begging him to stop or begging him to continue.

“Naughty little professor,” he said as he fondled me. “Breaks the rules and turned on by the punishment. How am I to handle this?”

Evidently he decided that he just needed to spank me harder.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Disciplining the Teacher with full consent of the original author.

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Lessons in Submission: The Second Trilogy

Published November 9, 2014

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations involving multiple men, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, humiliation, public sex, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam’s first hours in his new master’s house have been intense ones, but he knows they have only scratched the surface. Before he has done little more than catch his breath, it’s time to meet the other submissives in the master’s household and learn just exactly what he has gotten himself into. Far from being allowed to wade in slowly, Adam’s initiation into this tight little community will mean getting tossed directly into the center of its many different flavors of discipline and power play. By the time his first morning has come to a close, he will have a lot more to think about than why there isn’t a number on the mailbox.

Lessons in Submission: The Second Trilogy follows Adam over the course of his week as a submissive in the house of discipline run by the mysterious leader of the Langston Society. What begins as a hesitant experiment in the world of forbidden pleasure quickly careens into something much more serious, and the promises that they would not become too attached begin to erode. In the heat of the moment – and the moments get very hot indeed – who can say what will become possible and what will remain unattainable fantasy?

Excerpt

I turned just enough to catch how Chris’s face fell and reddened at the news. “I…” he began, but trailed off.

“Up here.”

He drew a breath and stood. The legs of his chair made a scraping sound against the hardwood of the floor and he winced.

“Here,” Master repeated unsympathetically, pointing to a spot at the head of the table.

Christopher moved into place on unsteady legs and then turned back to regard us – the audience of his humiliation and punishment – with that flushed face. He reddened very attractively, I noticed with slight envy. His cheeks took on a very soft glow and his eyes stayed very round as he watched Master.

“Tell me,” Master said to him as he stood at attention.

“Tell what, sir?” he asked.

“Why did you fail the inspection?”

“I – I don’t know, sir. I didn’t know I had until you told me.”

“You know, Christopher, I don’t really believe you.”

He looked at the ground, flustered and stammering. After a few seconds he fell silent and he closed his eyes. Master watched him coolly. Another moment ticked by and then he opened his eyes and raised them to meet Master’s.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train series with full consent of the original author.

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Lessons in Submission: The First Trilogy

Published October 16, 2014

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations involving multiple men, bdsm play, discipline, spanking, humiliation, public sex, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam has always been curious about the kink lifestyle, but his exposure to it with his current partner has been a bit limited. But after an eye opening experience with couple acquaintance within the scene, Adam and Damien apply to become members in the highly exclusive Langston Society, a BDSM network of the city’s most powerful and influential men. Rather than questionnaires or resumes, the Langston uses only one metric to assess potential couples: the worthiness of the submissive. So it is that Adam finds himself standing alone before a gathering of the city’s most powerful and sexually dominant men with only one task: obey.

Lessons in Submission: The First Trilogy follows Adam along the initial steps of his sexual adventure, first at the hands of his partner, then on the public stage of the Langston Society, and finally into the house of discipline established by one of the society’s most prestigious members who, intrigued by Adam’s charms, makes a rare offer to train him personally over the course of a week.

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All the while, the other hand worked its delicate touch up my thigh, claiming my body as his one inch at a time.

As he continued to speak, his tone became quieter and more seductive, almost hypnotic. “But me, I can tell when someone is truly, utterly powerless. It doesn’t have anything at all to do with ropes.” The tips of his fingers brushed the seam of my briefs. “Do you know what I mean, Adam?”

“Yes,” I gasped. I felt paralyzed by need, not just his touch but his orchestration. He was playing my body, and every note seemed to match a perfect harmony I had never listened for before. All the while it seemed that the air I breathed was of nothing but his scent, issuing me deeper into his world of physical bliss.

“Yes, sir,” I repeated slightly less breathlessly in an attempt to hide my state from the onlookers. Jack, of course, knew precisely what he was doing to me. There was no concealing this experience from him. And I would be safe in his arms, his touch told me. I could let myself go.

The hand between my legs rubbed over my underwear, cupping my balls ever so gently, and I let out an explosive breath.

“I could take anything you possess right now, couldn’t I?” he asked softly. “Anything that is yours is being surrendered up to me. I can feel it in every breath you take.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”

His fingers felt at the edge of my underwear and then in stages he nudged them aside. The pressure of the constricting garment moved away and I felt my cock extending out into the air. The thought that I was somewhere where I was uncomfortable with my cock being exposed seemed to flit back and forth somewhere in the distant recesses of my mind.

“I could manipulate you and use you and you would not even think to object.”

“Yes,” I repeated. Each word he spoke seemed infused with the pleasure his fingers were imparting to me. I held my breath as I felt them wandering up the underside of my shaft and the infinitely sensitive tip. I had not opened my eyes in the past minute. Nothing else existed but the part of me that he was touching.

“When I hold you in my fingers, you are going to be mine utterly.”

“Yes,” I agreed before I understood what he was saying. Then when I did, I repeated, “yes.”

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Expose and His to Train series with full consent of the original author.

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Lessons in Submission: Bound to Obey

Published October 16, 2014

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, discipline, pain play, bondage, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

It’s been three days since Adam arrived at the master’s house, but when looking back on them he remembers only a whirlwind of new experiences that overwhelm any sense of time. In only that short period it has fulfilled all the lofty hopes that brought him here, but it has awakened new deeper, secret hopes as well. In quiet moments, he even dares to think that it is special to the master, too, even as experienced and worldly as he is. As together they delve ever deeper into the submissive dominant relationship and push at the boundaries of what Adam thought himself capable of and comfortable with, the promises that they would not become too attached begin to erode. In the heat of the moment – and the moments get very hot indeed – who can say what will be said and what plans may be changed to address these unexpected feelings?

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He had lowered himself so that he was sitting on my thighs, his skin against mine. His hand rested on my hip as he continued to hold my face towards his with his other hand. It was a symbolic gesture. I could never have looked away now. He was praising me for things I had never known about myself, but now that he had said them and said that he liked them, I couldn’t bear the thought of being any other way. So I looked at him, submissive and patient for him to do what he clearly wanted to so badly.

He produced a match from his pocket, struck it, and lit the candle before setting it aside on the floor. The clean scent of its smoke infused the air.

“Do you trust me, Adam?” he asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good,” he said. “That’s good. Because this isn’t something I would do with just anyone.”

“I trust you, Master,” I repeated. But even so, my chest felt tight.

He laid a hand on my on the pale, sensitive skin of my stomach. He could feel my slight trembling. He could see the trepidation that, in spite of my need to please and be brave and be open-minded, I could not shut out entirely.

“If it becomes too much for you, I want you to tell me,” he said. “I want you to say so, alright? I want you to say ‘Awry.'”

“Awry,” I repeated.

“This is a safe room,” he said, “where two people who trust each other can explore things that they would not do with other people.”

I watched him, still at a complete loss for what was about to happen. I pulled lightly at my wrists. The bondage I understood. The bondage I liked. But it also made what was coming all the more terrifying, whatever it was. But I was grateful that he was speaking this way with me. It reminded me why I was not, in my conscious mind, afraid.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train: Flirting with Boundaries with full consent of the original author.

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Lessons in Submission: The Discipline Book

Published October 16, 2014

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, spanking, public discipline, humiliation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Adam’s first hours in his new master’s house have been intense ones, but he knows they have only scratched the surface. Before he has done little more than catch his breath, it’s time to meet the other submissives in the master’s household and learn just exactly what he has gotten himself into. Far from being allowed to wade in slowly, Adam’s initiation into this tight little community will mean getting tossed directly into the center of its many different flavors of discipline and power play. By the time his first morning has come to a close, he will have a lot more to think about than why there isn’t a number on the mailbox.

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“Yes, Master,” several of them agreed and the others nodded obediently.

“His shorter time here makes it all the more important that his experience is a positive one.”

Again they agreed, smiles breaking onto some of their faces. I could feel excitement rising in the room.

There was a slight teasing note in Master’s voice. It was as though he and the men at the table were in on an inside joke, as though they all knew what was coming and Master was being deliberately slow in getting to it: tantalizing them under the guise of introducing me.

Slowly, Master strode to the head of the table, a hand stroking his chin and that infectiously mischievous smile on his lips.

“For those of you who haven’t heard,” he went on, “Adam and I encountered each other at his audition for the Langston Society. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Master,” I agreed.

He nodded, his hands splayed lazily on the wooden table and his eyes closed. “Quite a performance.”

A slight rustling passed through his audience.

When he reopened his eyes, they fell as though by coincidence upon a small spiral-bound notebook lying in the center of the table which I had not noticed.

“And what’s that? The Log?” he said as though surprised.

He reached out one hand and drew it towards him. A collective shiver along the table confirmed that whatever had everyone so on edge had a great deal to do with that unremarkable little book. He licked a finger, drew it open, and flicked through several pages.

“My goodness,” he said. “Look at this. Would you look at this. Four days I’m away and you acquire a rap-sheet like this?” He tutted softly, turning a page back and then forward again. “Now I understand the nervousness. We have some serious accounts that need settling, don’t we?”

The sighs and shivering had stopped. He now commanded the room in utter silence.

“Who was my record keeper this week?” he asked.

“Me, Master,” a blond man seated two down from the end answered him. He had a lean muscularity and a well-defined face that was fixed in an expression of nervous expectation: a strange mixture of dread and excitement. Even sitting down he was two inches taller than the men to either side of him, and his pale skin was flushed.

Master shook his head and tutted again. “Hayden, Hayden, Hayden. All this happens when I leave you in charge?”

Hayden seemed to be holding his breath.

Master looked at his paralyzed, blushing form. “That’s ten spanks, isn’t it? For a house poorly run?”

Around the table the men nodded in confirmation.

“Would you come up here, please, where everyone can see you?”

Hayden rose carefully from his chair and made his way around the table. Master took his own chair and turned it around so that the back of it faced the room.

Hayden stopped beside him and stood waiting with nervous hands clasped over his bare stomach.

“Apologize to everybody, please. They are going to be punished because you couldn’t keep them in line. If you had done your job, none of this would be necessary.”

Hayden turned and faced the onlookers. “I’m sorry,” he said in a weak voice.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train: First Discipline with full consent of the original author.

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