A CFNM Story
Kenny strode down the hall of the main building the next
afternoon on his way to lunch, and was pleasantly surprised
to see Ms. White walking toward him.
Only she was back to being the bitch she had been the
previous day.
"Come in here right now," she scolded him, leading him into
her office.
Kenny was even more turned on that she was being the
dominant figure once again.
The two walked in, and again Ms. White locked the door
behind her, for more privacy.
She was holding something, but Kenny couldn't make out what
it was.
"Do you know what I found in one of the girl's rooms
today?" Ms. White asked angrily.
"Um, more Playgirls?" he asked.
"Well, besides that," she replied.
"I have no idea," Kenny responded.
From behind her back, Ms. White pulled out a ruler, a
12-inch wooden ruler that did not at all look out of place
in a lesson room such as this one, but its use was somewhat
out of place.
"Do you want to tell me what this was used for?" Ms. White
asked.
Kenny was nervous, but again the extreme attraction he had
to Ms. White took over.
But he wanted to play stupid, in order to get Ms. White to
explain the purpose of the ruler herself.
"I don't know," Kenny said.
"Well, I do," she replied, walking in closer to Kenny. "You
measured your penis in front of those girls, didn't you?"
"I, I, um, - "
"Don't I um me, you know exactly what I am talking about -
how many times did I tell you to keep that thing in your
pants - we went over this yesterday, and you said you would
continue to wear the boxers and the shorts until we found a
solution to the problem," Ms. White said.
Kenny felt like he was being lectured, but it was the most
enjoyable lecture he ever got from a teacher.
"How do you know this happened?" he asked, stunned Ms.
White found out about the episode.
Ms. White pulled up the ruler to within eyesight, and read
from it.
"Well, hmmm let me see," she said. "There is a marking
here, and do you know what words are next to the marking?"
Kenny was about to have his dream come true - Ms. White was
going to say it. He remembered what the girls had written
on the ruler the night before, and he couldn't wait for Ms.
White to read it.
"It says Kenny's dick when it's soft," she said.
There was a silence for a moment - Kenny was just savoring
the moment, and Ms. White was thinking about what to do
next to carry out her fantasy even further.
Kenny began to think about whether or not Ms. White would
say dick again, or if she was just saying it because that's
what it said on the ruler. He was about to find out.
"I guess the only way for me to tell if they did in fact
measure your dick is for me to see if the measurements
match," she said.
"But Ms. White - " Kenny said, acting as though he didn't
want to expose himself again but actually was dying to do
so.
"Don't Ms. White me, pull down your pants," she said in
that sexy dominant tone once again.
Kenny couldn't have paid a female to carry out a fantasy of
his as well as this was going.
He pulled down his shorts and boxers, and there stood Ms.
White fully clothed. This is two times now that she saw him
naked, and he still has never seen her naked.
"Do you want to do it, or should I?" she asked in a bitchy
tone.
Kenny wanted her to do it, but how could he ask her? He
decided stalling might work.
"I, I, um," he said.
"Well, I don't have all day," she said, walking over to
Kenny.
She walked over to her student and grabbed his penis,
actually a bit hard.
"Ouch," he said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt?" she asked sarcastically.
"Didn't it hurt when those girls measured your schlong?"
Schlong? Did she just say schlong? Did my teacher, my sexy,
25-year-old teacher, just say schlong to me?
Kenny's thoughts were of the most erotic nature at this
point.
Ms. White stroked his penis for a few moments, marveling at
its thickness. Lifting it up, his testicles were again
exposed to her.
"Did they measure how far your balls hang down?" Ms. White
asked rhetorically in an angry tone. "Or maybe how big
around they are? I'm really starting to get annoyed with
you Kenny. You must have the biggest schlong in the world,
and I understand your discomfort, but I can't keep scolding
you like this. I don't have the time. I can't have girls
going around measuring your dick - do you know what kind of
lawsuit there could be if news of that got out?"
The scene was so beautiful in its irony - Ms. White
scolding Kenny for letting girls measure his penis while
she in fact was doing the same, and she was his teacher.
She laid his penis on top of the ruler, amazed she could do
such a thing since most soft penises merely stuck out like
thumbs and didn't hang like Kenny's did.
"Here, I knew it," she said. "Your schlong is exactly eight
and a half inches soft, right where the marking is. Those
girls measured your schlong, I knew it."
"But Ms. White, please don't be mad," he said, going down
to his knees and begging her. Kenny had fantasized about
doing this - her gorgeous thighs at eye level - and he
figured now was as good a time as any.
"You really want to avoid getting into trouble?" she asked.
"Yes, oh yes," he said.
"And you realize that what I am about to offer you is
strictly confidential, and that if you tell on me, I have
plenty of dirt to dig up on you, right?"
"Yes, oh yes," he said.
"Well, I wouldn't mind you giving me a foot massage," she
said.
Foot massage? Kenny couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Foot massage?" he asked again, only this time out loud.
"Yes, a foot massage, every day, right before you go to
your cabin for the night," she went on. "All of this
walking around during the day hurts my tiny little feet,
and I have seen you checking out my legs every day so I
know you would enjoy it."
"But Ms. White - "
"Don't Ms. White me, be here tomorrow at 5 p.m." she said.
Kenny tucked his huge penis inside his shorts, which was a
chore in itself, and headed to his cabin.