REVENGE ON MR SYME

Author: Angus sugna@sugna.demon.co.uk

I had been in fourth form when I had first encountered the new physical education master Mr Syme. He had given me six of the best with his thick Lochgelly after he caught me on top of another lad in the changing rooms after P.E. As a result I had met Kevin and Jim who were at that time in the sixth form and they introduced me to the joys of man sex and to the fun young guys could have with a good thick piece of leather. (Scottish Tawse story)

Well after two years I also was about to leave school at the good old age of 17 years. I had of course been kept informed by Kevin and Jim what they had been up to with Mr Syme once they had left to attend university and some of their stories were nearly as good as the thrashings we had shared amongst ourselves but now I was about to leave school and yes I was going to get my turn with Mr Syme!

It was thus a complete surprise to me to be told to report to the Mr Syme's office at the far end of the gym after school on my last day. He had been good over the last two years but with him getting all the fun he needed from two former pupils whom he could actually touch, he had only on a few occasions administered his thick belt to my hands. I had always followed Jim's advice and reported for punishment with either the smallest pair of shorts on or my kilt and just as Jim had said Mr Syme got really turned on while he thrashed my hands with his tawse. On one occasion, I thought the front of his shorts would burst as a result of the bulge he was sporting and after four whacks, my kilt was sticking straight out at the front but as the sixth stroke landed on my very red and sore hands, the pre cum juices started to stain Mr Syme's shorts to such an extent I thought he had cum!

Well this was my last day and Jim and Kevin had already arranged a get together for the weekend were Mr Syme and I would no longer be master and pupil so why the summons. I decided that this was going to be just a goodbye and thank you job so I arrived at 4pm prompt, fully dressed in my kilt and with a big grin ready to greet him. I knocked loudly, possibly arrogantly, on his door, but there was no reply. I knocked again even louder and just as I was about to turn away I heard it. That unmistakable sound of a hard leather Lochgelly meeting outstretched hands and then the squeal of pain. A stern voice bellowed from my 27 year old master behind the door "Wait where you are!"

I froze, and looking down, I realised that the thrashing of the unknown schoolboy behind the door had made my manhood start to rise. A quick look around, nobody about, I lifted the front of my kilt and tried to adjust my semi erect cock but it only made things worse. The minute my hand touched it ,it grew even harder and then another crash came down with the belt and it was all of a sudden rock hard. Nothing for but to stick it up vertically on my stomach, the belt around my waist would keep it in place!

After another two crack resounded from the office, I heard footsteps and then the door opened and a snivelling sixteen year old who lived round the corner from my house appeared. His face was all puffed and his eyes were very red as they looked up into my face but when I looked him over, I realised he was probably my replacement, he was wearing tight white shorts and sporting what could only be a very solid erection across his left thigh. How wonderful I thought he has another two years of this to go through.

Whenever the door closed over and the lad descended along the corridor, I once again, knocked loudly on Mr Syme's door.

"Enter Angus" he growled from inside. I entered, smiling straight at him and I was about to tell him how glad I was he had got himself a new boy when the look on my face made be bite my tongue.

"Angus you are on your last day at this school and you will very soon be a man in your own right." was his opening line but his face stayed as stern as ever. I tentatively smiled at him.

"You will I am sure be meeting up with Jim and Kevin this weekend and there will be a newcomer with them a tall dark haired chap, not unlike myself in build or age." he continued. A broad smile crossed my face but he glowered back at me and walked behind his desk.

He opened the drawer and pulling out his thick black Lochgelly, he placed it on the desk and smiling for the first time since I had entered, he said "This one is still warm from your junior who just left." He then stretched deep into the back of the drawer and slowly pulled out a three tailed tawse which was also jet black but it was coiled up and looked silky and supple. "This one has not been used on these premises before!"

He walked back round in front of his desk approaching me all the time. As he walked towards me I could see his thick cock move around inside his shorts and I was sure it was more obvious then when I had entered. I remember thinking that he must have removed his jock prior to thrashing the other lad.

When he was about a foot from me he smiled down at me. He was still a good 6 inches taller then myself. I looked up and just when I was about to return the smile he started to speak.

"You have been a very unruly boy while at this school and over the years I have had to thrash you on numerous occasions. They were all well deserved were they not?"

"Yes" was the choking reply from my throat.

"Well this is the last chance I am going to have to make an impression on your behaviour so as a parting gift, and it is a gift, I am going to thrash you one last time."

My eyes were lowered and apart from watching the twitching that was taking place in the front of his shorts, I was beginning to feel genuine fear. He had only once before been really angry when he thrashed me, that first time, all the other occasions since had been for mutual pleasure. What was coming?

"You are going to take this like a man aren't you Angus?"

"Yes Sir" I replied quickly.

"Well take you jacket off and roll up you sleeves and then stretch your arms out, right hand on top, and remember alternate the hands or I double the dose."

"How many I am getting " I shouted.

"That's two more for you insolence" he bellowed back. "Get you jacket off now and get those hands up in the air!"

I went into auto pilot, and within seconds my jacket was over a chair and my arm were outstretched with my sleeves well up from my wrists. He moved ever so slowly round the desk and ever so casually he picked up his usual thick straight Lochgelly. He then walked slowly back round to the front of the desk and once more stopped about a foot from the end of my arms.

"Are you ready for this" he enquired.

"Yes Sir I fully deserve what is coming to me" I replied.

He lifted the belt over his right shoulder and in one very quick movement, it came crashing down dead centre on my right hand. I bit my tongue, determined not to squeal out. God he has not lost his touch, if anything he is more accurate. I automatically swapped my hands round and they were just in place when the second blow came crashing down from on high.

I held my own verbally but my hands were down between my legs in seconds rubbing them together to relieve the pain.

"Get them up" he yelled and as I raised my eyes to straighten up, all I could see through the glaze that I was looking through was his thick cock across his left thigh and the first sign of early juice wetting the front of his shorts. Well that was it, my own cock twitched and slipped down from under the waistband of my kilt, causing the front to rise slightly.

"You obviously are enjoying this my boy" he said, looking down at the front pleat of my kilt.

"Before I knew what I was saying, I opened my mouth and out it came "So are you by the looks of things Sir!"

Well his face was like thunder "You my boy were going to get six of the best in remembrance of you misdemeanours at this school and I was going to tell you about the other tawse on the desk. For that cheek however you are going to know what the other belt actually feels like."

"Get those arms up and keep your mouth firmly shut from now on."

Up went my arms, the hands were starting to shake a bit but the right hand was on top once more, ready for the third whack. When it came it was the best of all three, he had moved slightly and the belt came down on the full length of my hand. It stung like hell but I kept my hands up and swapped them over. The fourth, fifth and sixth arrived in quick succession and by then both my hands were bright red and throbbing somewhat but I had not yelled out and whilst my eyes were wet and blurred, I had held back the tears of pain. I was very proud of myself.

Mr Syme threw the heavy Lochgelly down on the desk and picking up keys from the desk, he threw them in my direction. "Catch these and lock the door" he shouted over. Well my hands were not in the best condition for catching things and when the cold metal of the keys hit my fingers, the pain shot through my hand and I dropped the keys.

"Bend down and pick them up" he yelled.

I started to squat down to pick them up and he almost screamed "Not like that boy, face the door and bend down from the waist" I knew his came now, he wanted to see my butt but I was ready for him, I knew that my kilt would keep me covered if I was careful. Well I was almost there, my hands on the keys and my modesty in tact when he walked infront of me and put his foot on the keys. "That is far to easy for you, get that chair over here, not the hard chair, the armchair"

I did as I was requested and stood infront of the chair, the keys hidden behind it.

"Now get up on you knees on the seat and stretch over the back of the chair and pick up these keys." He had, there was now way I could stretch over the back and still keep my butt from his view but who cares I thought, all he wants is a look, so I got up and having to stretch right over until the chair nearly toppled, I retrieved the keys and quickly got down and walked over to the door to locked it.

"Now back over to the chair my lad, this is for you cheek in more ways than one."

"Get back up on the back of the chair, face down" he ordered. No he could not being going to do what I thought he was going to do, not in a Scottish secondary school!

"Quickly" he shouted "get up there and stretch out until you fingers are touching the floor"

I looked at him straight in the eye and I knew then that if I opened my mouth and did not obey him, I would be much worse of so I climbed up and took the position.

My head was hanging half way down the back of the chair and my butt, still mostly covered by the kilt was high up on the back of the chair when I saw his feet approach me. He walked right close to my head, his throbbing cock enclosed in the tight shorts, crutch inches from my mouth. He then brought his hand round and hanging there was the other black supple Lochgelly. It was now uncoiled and I could see the three broad tails. God was this thing broad, it must have been about six inches across!

"I want you to see this beauty and to touch it so that you will remember it in the days to come" he whispered down.

"Lift you right hand up and stoke it, feel how silky it is and how soft it feels then take it up to you noes and smell the leather and the oil I use to keep it supple."

I did as I was told and was pleasantly surprised by the feel, it was beautiful to the touch, and the smell made my cock which was being crushed under me twitch ever so slightly.

He quickly pulled it away and walked behind me. He then in one very quick movement, lifted the back pleats of my kilt up, and dropped them down over my back. My butt, which I had tried to hid earlier was fully exposed!

"Now remember this is for your cheek, two over the chair, the rest, will be over the desk"

He had hardly finished speaking when it happened, the lovely black belt came crashing down across both my exposed cheeks. My entire body tensed, and my cheeks were on fire, this was administered with much more expertise that the boys had done two years earlier.

I had just started to relax and feel the pain changing to pleasure when the second whack descended from the other side, a direct hit across both cheeks a second time. I immediately jumped up and started to rub my butt with both hands.

"Get down and get over to my desk" he stated in a very plain matter of fact way. "Face the end of the desk and place you sporran and front apron of your kilt flat on the desk top then bend from the waist, laying you upper torso flat along the desk."

Why the front pleat I wondered but I did as ordered and whenever I was prostrate over the desk, he once more lifted the back of my kilt high up on my back. "Open those legs wider, you are a bit tall for the height of the desk, your stomach must be flat on the desk top" he ordered.

Now I knew why, with the front apron on the desk and my legs astride, he would get a good view of not only my rather red cheeks but also of my cock and balls as they hung down between my legs. This guy is clever!

Well he had me and I knew not to say a word, far less ask how many I was to get. Who cared, it stung like hell but it felt great after seconds and he was obviously enjoying his last session with me as his pupil.

"Are you ready Angus?" "Yes Sir , I am ready" I replied.

He kicked my feet further apart and within five seconds, two scorching whacks had descended across both cheeks. I tried to get up but he placed his hand firmly on the base of my spine and said "Not yet, this may take a while"

The third blow landed and my low hanging balls twitched once again, causing the cock they were supporting to grow in length and thickness. By the time the fourth blow had had time to take effect, my cock was rock hard and jammed straight down the wooden side of the desk, it was trying desperately to stick out but it could only be forced downwards. He took a long pause after the fourth stroke and I remember thinking he must be having a great view of my cock and balls, with the wet pre-cum dripping down on the carpet.

The fifth and sixth arrived in quick succession and I was about to cum, I tried to get up once more but he pushed me firmly down. When the seventh scorched across my cheeks, I knew that my balls were contracting and that the flood gate was just about to open!

But then he paused again, I could not see his but I heard something that made me realise just what was happening, he was beating his meat while he whipped my arse! Oh for a look at his cock, it looked very impressive in his shorts, not as big as Jim's cock but very thick. No he was the master until tomorrow and that could not happened, the weekend was however another day!

Well the pre-cum was gushing out of me and if he knew me as well as he obviously thought, he knew that it would take only another one or two to take me over the edge.

The eighth cracker whipped my now inflamed cheeks and that did it, the first load of spunk shot out of me and then squirt after squirt of thick fresh seventeen year sperm shot towards the floor. I was breathing heavily and from behind me so was he, he must have then made a slight mistake, as what could only be one thing, landed splat on my red hot left buttock. He had shot his load and in the excitement, he had forgotten who was directly in front or maybe he never thought he would shoot that far. What does it matter, I had a thick wad of my master's spunk on my butt!

"Stay where you are, don't move a muscle" he said. He must have been getting himself decent before he let me up.

"You can now get up my lad and straighten yourself up"

I stretched my back and standing facing the desk, my kilt slid down over my cheeks, causing the fire to shiver through me as the rough material of the kilt rubbed against my tender cheeks. I turned round and he was standing in front of me with his arm outstretched.

"Goodbye Angus, we will not meet again but please shake hands as a gesture of good will"

I took his hand and whilst mine was still hot from the three I had got on my right hand, he shook it forcefully, obviously enjoying the grimace it brought to my face.

"Please remember Angus that this day took place and that all you have learned can be used to your own advantage in the very near future, this weekend for instance."

"Yes Sir" I replied, a rather puzzled look on my face.

"I want you to remember two days from now just how sore your hands and nether regions are at this moment and also remember revenge can be just as much fun!"

My puzzled look changed to a broad grin and he smiled back at me.