A riding crop

John made his way towards the front of the class, bringing his bag with him. As he approached the desk where Christian was bent over he ran a finger down his spine. Christian tried to lounge at John in fury, but his body was held down and wouldn't move no matter how hard he tried. John moved his finger down from in between Christian's shoulder blades and down towards his ass. He tickled Christian's crack and smirked at the sight of rage in Christian's eyes.

"Mr. Doe, would you like the ruler?" Mr. Martin asked as of he offered the tool. But John politely turned it down.

"Actually if its alright Mr. Martin, I have something else I'd like to use." John reached into his bag and began to stir around. Thanks to a little pocket-dimension enchantment, the bag was made to provide John with anything he requested. He gripped his hand around a handle and pulled out a long black riding crop. John held the crop up for all, especially Christian, to see.

"Mr. Doe why do you have that?" Mr. Martin asked.

"Um," John thought for a moment, "I'm part of the schools equestrian club."

"The school's equestrian club?" Mr. Martin looked a bit puzzled and for a moment John was afraid his teacher wouldn't buy the lie. "Well that sure is convenient!" Mr. Martin smiled, and gave Christian's ass a couple of pats. "Well I think Mr. Anderson is ready for you, so have at it."

John approached Christian, tapping the crop into his palm. Christian again tried to struggle against whatever **** was keeping him down but found try as me might, he couldn't get his body to move. Christian started to almost growl in frustration and looked towards John.

"Doe if you fucking touch me with that thing, I'll rip off your fucking," Whatever Christian was about to say next was cut short. John flicked the crop, and it smacked Christian's ass with a loud snap. "FUCK!" Christian yelped at the sharp pain in his cheek. Before anything else, John flicked the crop again, and again. Two loud snap ringed through the room and Christian swore in pain as two red welts joined the first one on his sore cheeks.

"Shit! fuck! You motherfucker!" Christian screamed out.

"Mr. Anderson that is enough of that!" Mr. Martin snapped. "You asked for this and you are going to take it. If you keep swearing like that, I'm only going to allow Mr. Doe to continue."

"But I didn't," Christian tried to protest but his ass was smacked again and he shouted again in pain. "FUCK"! Each time Christian was smacked with the crop he swore as loud as he could. His ass now has red patches all over from where it had been struct. John took a break to admire his work. He placed a palm flat on Christian's bare cheek and could feel the heat still coming of it. It apparently still stung as Christian gave a soft "shit" in response to John's touch.

"Mr. Anderson, I have had enough of the swearing in my class." Mr. Martin stood up and slapped one of Christian's cheeks with his palm and the hunk only moaned in response. "We need to find something to hush that mouth of yours."

"Might I offer something?" John spoke up.

"What did you have in mind?"

John reached back into his bag and stirred around. He grabbed something and pulled out a nice bright red ball gag.

"Is that a ball gag? Now I'm really curious Mr. Doe, why do you have that?"

"It's not a ball gag sir."

"It certainly looks like one. Not that I would know for sure of course. I've never had anything like whatever that is in my mouth... ever." Mr. Martin looked like he was sweating a little. John just smirked, the things you find out about people.

"No sir, it is not a ball gag. It's actually a special stress ball you chew on instead of squeeze." John lied.

"Oh!" Mr. Martin's eyes lit up. "Well that's sure to help. Mr. Anderson is very stressed right now I would imagine." Mr. Martin looked over at Christian's bent over form. The boy was breathing heavily and his legs were shaking which only made his bright red ass jiggle for the class.

"Here, I can help him put it on." John stood up onto the desk, and mounted Christian's muscular back. He bent over, pressing his chest against Christian and brought his mouth to whisper in his ear. "I'm having so much fun now Christian. But the fun has just started if you know what I mean." John grinded his hips into Christian and Christians' eyes widen as he felt the pitched tent meet his skin.

"Your not planning to," But alas again before Christian could finish what he was saying, John placed the gag in his mouth and secured it behind his head. John lifted himself up so he was still mounting Christian's back, but turned so he was facing his cheeks. John cupped each cheek in one hand and gave the globes a jiggle and a squeeze. He raised his hands high and clapped them back together. John could almost see each ripple in Christian's cheeks and lifted each palm to smack his muscle ass again.

After almost each smack, John took a moment to squeeze and pull on Christian's cheeks. He clapped his hands back together and clawed each globe tightly as he pull the cheeks apart to see Christian's hole. It was soft, smooth, and pink. And it had almost certainly never been used before.