Mr.Middlebrooks Spanks The Naughty Schoolboy

“Well it seems you’re not so tough after all, eh Banks?” came the voice of my English teacher to my ears.



　



At the moment I was unable to answer because I was biting his handkerchief to prevent myself from crying out in pain. Just then the metal edged ruler connected with my bare and exposed ass again almost making me jump but I was unable to move much, restrained as I was. My young body was bent over his desk with my hands tied to the seat in front with Mr. Middlebrooks’ silk tie leaving me helpless for all practical purposes.



　



Only two hours earlier if someone had said that I’d find myself in this position I wouldn’t have believed it. But here I was sore, red assed and powerless. It was too late now but I wished I hadn’t messed with my teacher earlier like I had. It wasn’t like I had anything against him but the school year was almost over and class was now more like a holding cell with finals already taken last week. For the most part we were just being babysat instead of learning so most of the kids were talking or goofing off during the last class on a Friday afternoon.



　



I was engaged in a contest with Brian Costello to see which one of us could hit the other more often with thrown erasers and wadded up pieces of paper. He had just tossed an eraser my way and I had managed to deflect it away from my head. Unfortunately for me when I redirected the eraser it had gone in the direction of Mr. Middlebrooks’ desk. In fact it struck a corner of the desk before ricocheting beyond. That certainly got his attention. Before that he had been ignoring his unruly class while paying attention to his open laptop.



　



“Banks – front and center now” he called out in his clipped English accent. (How funny was that – the English teacher actually being English.)



　



Dragging myself to my feet I sauntered to the front of the classroom. Brian was looking the other way as if he had nothing to do with what just happened. I approached his desk and stood there with a cocky grin on my face.



　



“Mr. Banks I believe you threw the eraser that’s now on the floor in the corner.”



　



“Incorrect Mr. Middlebrooks, what I did was deflect it like a hockey goalie does with the puck or they do in soccer which no doubt you know about” I replied with a smug expression.



　



“I see. You know Banks the school year isn’t quite over yet in spite of my allowing you students to act like it is. In fact detention hall is still open for another seven days. Perhaps you would like to spend your afternoons after school there until then?”



　



“No I wouldn’t but I really can’t control that.”



　



“That’s true Banks but at this moment I’m undecided. However either way I want you to pick up the eraser and put it on my desk. And in future when you speak to me you are to address me as sir or Mr. Middlebrooks if that’s not too difficult.”



　



“Yes sir, Mr. Middlebrooks” I sarcastically replied.



　



He arched an eyebrow over his hazel eyes but said nothing. Walking around the desk I was about to crouch down and retrieve the eraser when an idea came to me on how I could mess with him. Even before I was in his class I’d heard rumors about Mr. Middlebrooks and how he and another teacher, a male gym teacher, shared a house. The consensus was he was gay but it had never been confirmed. Just to mess with him I bent at the waist as I reached down to pick up the eraser so my butt was facing him.



　



Not being vain but I knew that it looked good. I’d been working out lately to add a little muscle and I had a nice six pack not that he could see that but for some reason I also had a muscular ass for my size. I was naturally on the lean side with a low percentage of body fat and weighed around one hundred and thirty pounds but whether due to exercise or genetics I did have an ass. It might not be a true bubble butt but it certainly filled out my jeans.



　



I fumbled around a bit before I picked up the eraser and when I did I turned my head back so I could see behind me. Mr. Middlebrooks’ eyes were glued to my ass as I was bent over. Slowly I straightened up my body and as I did I thought that my experiment was a success. As far as I was concerned Mr. Middlebrooks might as well have yelled out he liked guys. For what other reason would a man stare at a guy’s butt? I turned to go back to my seat and as I passed him I heard Mr. Middlebrooks almost whisper to me his voice was so low.



　



“Oh you think you’re clever Banks, do you?”



　



With a serene expression on my face I ignored what he said and strolled back to my desk. For the remaining fifteen minutes of class I chilled and did nothing. The only thing that bothered me was that every time I looked up Mr. Middlebrooks seemed to be looking my way. It got to the point I was feeling uncomfortable about it all. Its not like I was trying to attract him or to piss him off. I was just having fun but he seemed to be all obsessing. The bell finally rang and I headed for the door as fast as I could. I was just about to slip out when I felt a hand grab my arm.



　



“Not so fast Banks” Mr. Middlebrooks said as he kept a hold of me.



　



As we stood there the rest of the class filed out of the room leaving us the only ones remaining. He then closed the door and led me toward his desk. Once I was besides it he released me and sat and for the next few minutes he ignored me while busying himself with his laptop. I remained quiet but as time dragged on I began to shift my feet around. My guess is he noticed as a moment later he raised his face and looked at me.



　



“You know Banks being its almost summer recess I was going to be lenient about the eraser but you had to push it further. So now you can cool your smart ass in detention the rest of the year. Have anything to say in your defense?”



　



“What for? You’ve made up your mind already. I don’t think I did anything worth getting detention over. I’m sorry that when I protected myself from an eraser it hit your desk. But other kids were goofing off as much as me…Sir!” I said leaving a long pause before saying sir.



　



“We both know its not the eraser but the fact that when you picked it up you shook your bum in my face” he retorted.



　



“My what?” I said acting all confused though I knew what he meant but I played it dumb.



　



“Oh that’s right, you Yanks don’t understand the proper King’s English. What I meant was your arse, understand that boy! No, then how about your butt. Better now Banks?”



　



He became all worked up during this outburst and his pale face reddened considerably.



　



“No need to get upset Mr. Middlebrooks – now I know what you mean by bum. Okay” I told him raising my hands up with the palms facing out.



　



He narrowed his eyes as he stared hard at me and I saw his lip curl into a sneer.



　



“I’m quite sure” he said as he brought his hand to his chin and stroked his neatly clipped beard. “But believe you me Banks, back in my homeland I would still be allowed to properly punish you. There would be no need for detention. In fact I’ll offer you a deal if you like. Thirty minutes of your time and in exchange no detention. Since each session is an hour that will add up to a lot of time cooped up in school when you could be out with your friends in the sun.”



　



“Sounds good, but there has to be a catch. What would I have to do?”



　



“Do? Very little Banks. In fact I’ll be doing most of the work” he replied as he stood.



　



Once he did he towered over me. Mr. Middlebrooks was a tall man, around six foot four I would guess while I was a few inches shy of six feet. On top of that he was a big man, neither fat nor muscular appearing but just a naturally large limbed person. As I watched his hand took hold of his tie, first loosening and then removing it.



　



“Banks stand here” he ordered indicating a space directly in front of his large, wooden desk.



　



Once I sidled there I looked at him as if to say what now when he caught me off guard. Moving faster than I expected from one of his size he jammed his leg against the back of my knees. To remain standing I was forced to throw my hands against the desktop and in spite of this I still almost lost my balance. Before I was able to say or do anything he pressed his much larger body against my back preventing me from moving while forcing my chest toward the desk. Quickly he wrapped his tie around my wrists a few times then knotted it leaving one end dangling.



　



“What do you think you’re doing?” I sputtered out indignantly.



　



He didn’t answer but instead he took the tie end and tied it to his chair which was an old fashioned high backed style made of solid wood with four legs rather than the kind with wheels. Once he was satisfied I was securely bound I felt his body rise off me at which point he walked to the front of his desk. The first thing he did was move his laptop to the far end of the desk away from me. Now he had a smirk on his face as he opened the drawer and removed a wooden ruler. It was eighteen inches long with a metal edge to it.



　



“Though I’m not a math teacher I still strongly believe in using rulers with troublesome students like yourself Banks.”



　



“You aren’t planning on doing what I think with that, are you?” I asked my eyes suddenly wide.



　



“Well if you’re thinking that I plan on spanking your bare bottom with this ruler then you would be correct Banks. A little corporal punishment goes a long way in keeping naughty schoolboys in line and more importantly obedient. Now lets pull down those trousers so that we may begin.”



　



“That’s not a good idea Mr. Middlebrooks” I said trying to sound more confident than I felt at the moment “at the least you could lose your job teaching and maybe even be arrested.”



　



My words seemed to have no effect on him as with me helplessly restrained he reached under me and unbuckled my belt, then unfastened my jeans. Grabbing my waistband he yanked downward, not only lowering my jeans but also pulling my briefs down as well. He followed that with a low whistle and to my shock his hand cupped then squeezed one of my ass cheeks.



　



“Mr. Middlebrooks you better stop now before you do something you’ll regret. I swear I’ll call for help if you don’t let me go right now” I demanded of him.



　



“Oh will you now Banks. Not very nice of you trying to get me in trouble. I believe I will have to up the ante so to speak” he said but he took his hand off my ass.



　



The next thing he did however was to grab my briefs which were around my knees. I heard a tearing sound and I felt some pressure against my leg and the next thing I knew he was holding up what was left of them.



　



“Fuck this, there’s no way I’m going….” was all I could get out before he forced his wadded up handkerchief in my mouth muffling me.



　



He then wrapped the remnant of my briefs around my face over my mouth and tied it at the back of my head holding his handkerchief in place.