Loose Lips Sink Ships

Luke kept silent, and buried his face into his arms.

"Luke?!" Ms. Peach growled, as her started to dig her sharpened pink nails into the sensitive flesh of his privates. With her free hand Ms. Peach then began delivering sharp slap after start slap to Luke's ass.

"Answer me young man!"

Luke just whimpered loudly into his crossed arms. Each slap feeling like a handful of stinging needles on his butt.

"Of come on Luke! Who's the Lucky girl?"

"Oh Grace, you got quite the catch didn't you?"

"I know you always had eye's for him!"

The girls had started there cat calls, and running commentary.

Ms. Peach released Luke's privates with a small creeping smile appearing on her face. She watched as his legs trembled and the small black cage which now housed Luke's cock wagged back and forth. It was clear he'd made a decision but, how far was he will to take it?

Ms. Peach straightened up, placed a firm hand of Luke's back, and then turned to smile at Grace while she raised her other hand high. Grace was still cowering, a quivering hand still covering her mouth.

Watch me play with your new toy little girl.

SLAP!

Luke felt his body jump upward when Ms. Peach landed the first proper spank on him but, it was to no avail, his teachers experienced free hand pinned Luke's hips in place. Shuddering into his arms Luke tried to bite his cheeks, any sound that would escape from him would only add to his embarrassment. Day 1 of having a girlfriend and he was being spanked infront of Grace, infront of the whole class.

SLAP!

Ms. Peach kept a strong steady pace of solid blows against Luke. Smirking she enjoyed watching him try to maintain some control over his actions. Cheeks still clenching, hips still wiggling, but no jumping, no kicking and not a peep so far.

A cute attempt in trying to maintain some form of dignity, but nothing compared to even the least dignified of Ms. Peach's female students.

"Luke! What have I told you?! No clenching!"

Ms. Peach's next swing went low and clapped against Luke's dangling balls.

"Ahhhh!"

Luke let out a muffled cry and bucked as soon as Ms. Peach made contact with his package.

Seeing the good reaction, Ms. Peach set a new rhythm. Slapping Luke's balls to get him jumping, and then spanking him back down, only to restart the cycle once he started to recover.

SLAP!

Ms. Peach eyed Grace again without stopping he work against Luke now pink athletic cheeks.

"My colour looks good on him wouldn't you say?"

Luke let out muffled cry, after muffled cry into him arm. He couldn't help but kick and jump about now.

It just hurt so much every time Ms. Peach slapped his balls!

They weren't ment to be hit like that!

Luke had lost all of his ambition in trying not to embarrass himself any feather. Pushing his face even more into his arms, he clung to his only reaming goal, trying to keep as silent as possible.

SLAP!

Though she had Luke acting like a typical male, Ms. Peach still hadden't gotten what she'd wanted. Lunging her hand down low she grabbed firmly onto Luke's sack, digging her sharp nails in, and yanking upward. Luke yelling in a pathetic dance on his tippy toes was at her mercy.

"Now Luke! Who has your key?"

Luke just let out more muffled cries of pain.

"Luke! If you tell me this will all be over! Think about that, all you have to do is tell me who your key holder it."

Ms. Peach lowered her voice to a sweet tempting lullaby.

Luke felt tears coming to his eyes, a out! Just tell Ms. Peach it was Grace...

But was it really? It could be a trick! And what would Grace think if he fessed up?

No, he had already made his choice. Luke bite his tongue regaining so semblance of self-control, and gave absolute silence as his answer to Ms. Peach's ball torturing temptation.

"I see... So that how you want to play it Luke?"

Ms. Peach know how to deal with any back sliding to her authority. Walking to her desk the stern clicking of her heels were a tell tail as to the example she was planning on making.

CRACK!

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Luke was sent flying in the air with more pain filled energy then ever before as Ms. Peach landed cruel swing of her hand paddle directly on his balls. Then in the same pattern she made Luke's screams grow louder and louder as she deftly swung with both hands.

"Oh just give up Luke!"

"Come on Luke we want to know who this lucky girl is!"

"Just another little bitch eh Grace?"

Grace blushed as the girls continued there heckling. Oh, she wished this humiliation of her new boyfriend would be over soon. Excessive **** discussed her...

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

Frustration began to boil in Ms. Peach as her swings became more and more vicious. Luke, was screaming at the top of his lungs with every strike she delivered. He, was flailing like a typical male, no dignity, self-control completely dissolved, and yet...

Why was he not breaking!

Why couldn't she get him to talk!

Luke should have been melting his her hands. Ms. Peach had broken many men before him in only a matter of seconds! Yet he seemed to be holding onto the edge repeatedly without fail!

CRACK!

Ms. Peach's angry eyes quickly flash at Grace, with in mere seconds communicating there message.

How dare you out stage me girl!

CRACK!