It was a somewhat warm though pleasant day at St. May’s School Karachi
and Miss Roohi, the class teacher for lecture on English literature. At school all the teachers were called “Miss” irrespective of whether they were married or not. Roohi was 30, very attractive and stylish and loved to wear a sari. Her pupils were 15 boys between the age of 14-16 years who were either just into puberty or at a very awkward age. Although Roohi was a very considerate teacher and went out of the way to instruct her pupils correctly, she was also very strict in matters of discipline. The boys dreaded meeting the gaze of their teacher when they were detained after school. More specifically they dreaded the contact with the cane that she kept in her desk drawer for such eventualities. Roohi was most particular never to use the cane unless it was totally necessary and warranted by really bad behaviour.
Today Roohi was annoyed with Omer, the handsome boy who was doing very
well until he came to Roohi’s class since which time his grades were getting more and more dismal. As it happened throughout Roohi’s lecture all he could see were her boobs bouncing up and down inside her blouse covered partly by her sari. When she turned to write something on the board he would watch the graceful movements of her behind with intense fascination. But of course the great moments were when Roohi bent down to pick up a piece of chalk from the floor or while talking let the palloo of her sari fall to her hands giving the class a lovely view of her glorious behind and shapely breasts, respectively. Those occasions were unfortunately rare but even one such gesture unperceived by some would send Omer’s mind in a turmoil making concentration impossible. Omer sat in the front row. Today twenty minutes before the class was over, Roohi gave a brief assignment to the class to see what they had imbibed from her class. Fifteen minutes later she got the sheets back. Those were the most miserable 15 minutes in Omer’s life because he didn’t have a clue what to write. Being so mesmerised by his lovely teacher’s body he could hardly listen to what she was saying. Anyway Roohi examined the sheets hurriedly. When she came to Omer’s paper she was shocked to find nothing of consequence in his paper and started to analyse his behaviour. She came right to Omer’s seat and slowly but surely her sari fell to her hands. She bent down a little and stared directly at Omer giving him a lovely so near him he could even smell her perfume said, “Omer we need to discuss some matters after class”. “Y - Y - Yes Miss” stuttered Omer so close to his goddess. The class knew what she meant. Omer was going to be caned. Soon the period bell indicated that the class was over and all the boys except Omer left. Roohi went and locked the classroom from inside, opened her drawer and took out her cane from it and faced Omer.
“I noticed you were not paying attention to what I was saying today, Omer”, As she said this, she seated her self lightly on the top of the desk next to his and there was just the hint of a smile on her lips as she waited for his answer. “No - No Miss” Roohi came close to him, her palloo again fell, she bent towards Omer and gave him such a voluminous hint of her innermost secrets that he at once felt pressure on a part of his anatomy. Her blouse was just near his nose now and Omer could barely reply by now. “Your assignment indicates that I will have to teach you how to concentrate from now on to ensure that you don’t fail.” She moved back a little and picked up the cane and told the boy to stand up. As Omer stood up Roohi noted the bulge in his trousers but ignored it just now. “Now boy, hold out your hands” she ordered. Omer held out his right hand. “Both”. Omer held out his left hand too and looked at his teacher timidly. “Higher, a little higher” she touched his palms with her cane and tapped it. Then lifting it high in the air she brought it down with full force on his right palm. “That will teach you how to concentrate my boy”. Omer was devastated y the blow but managed not to cry out. His hand was shaking though and was beginning to get marked. She now caned his other hand so hard that he let both his hands fall and started rubbing them. “Resume your position, immediately” yelled Roohi and the boy did so. Soon both his palms were caned twice more despite his cries for mercy.
“Now, now dear don’t cry out just yet. That was just the first part of your punishment. Your buttocks must also feel the sting of my cane this evening. Concentration is not going Miss — please forgive me. I will be good in future” said Omer in between sobs. “No, Honey you must be punished more” she said, “Take off your trouser and lower them then similarly lower your briefs and bend down over this table” she tapped the cane on her desk. Omer did as ordered humiliated to strip before the object of his young love. While he removed his briefs he tried very hard not to show Roohi his partially erect penis but she noted everything. As he bent down, Roohi lashed his bottom six times very hard making him yell, shriek and scream in agony. “That will teach you to concentrate” said Roohi as she replaced the cane in her drawer. “Now Honey stand up and face me” Omer turned to face her and could no longer hide his penis, which had some awkward movement in it. “Well, well what do we have here” she said caressing his penis and making it longer. “So you have evidently been enjoying your punishment. I think you should be given a dozen strokes more”. So saying she again took out her cane and terrified the boy. “No, no, no Miss I can’t bear any more, please, please, pleassse. I beg you.” “So be it” she said throwing away the cane, “but I can see you need firm control”.
“Now dear I think you can’t concentrate because you are far too busy
concentrating on my body and fantasising about my secret parts. Is that right?” He was silent. “Answer me or shall it be more cane?” “No. No. Yes-Yes Miss. You are right” he admitted slowly. “Naughty boy, have you never seen a woman naked?” “No, Miss” She took his head in her hands and kissed him full on the lips for about a minute then pressed him against her chest. She then made him stand at a little distance from her and began removing her sari. Soon she stood in her silk blouse and petticoat giving the boy a lovely sight of her bare arms, a hint of cleavage and a bare midriff. “Now Honey, you can take the rest of the clothes off your Miss”. Kissing him again she pulled him close to him and asked to unfasten her blouse which had three small hooks at the front. With trembling hands Omer unfastened the three hooks one by one and soon Roohi’s bra was revealed to him in its entirety. Roohi then removed her armpits too. “So a woman’s body fascinates you. Come closer and see all you want. And it was a little hot too today. Smell my armpits to see if I perspired.” Omer was beside himself with ecstasy and his penis was fully erect by now as he pressed his nostrils in her two roomy armpits, which had a lovely erotic odour in him. She next instructed him to unfasten the rope of her petticoats. With awkward movements the boy finally succeeded in untying the knot causing the soft petticoat to fall on the ground. Roohi stepped out of the petticoat and soon stood in just matching bra and panties, and shoes. She next told him to unfasten her bra, which he did, not knowing whether he was awake or dreaming. He removed the bra “There, there you should be more respectful to my intimate garments, Omer.” She admonished him. “Don’t you want to smell my bra?” Omer muttered an apology. He was beyond making coherent speech now and took the bra on his nose and smelt its intoxicating perfume. Roohi now diverted his attention to her two exposed glories. She had lovely fair breasts with dark areolas and nipples. Omer stood transfixed but Roohi encouraged him to taste her nipples one by one. After a brief sucking session, Roohi instructed him to remove her panties. As he did so and brought them to her knees she turned around and revealed her glorious buttocks to him. put the inner side to his nostrils transporting him to heaven. After a minute or so, she made him kneel and examine her bushy black pubic hair and her secret entrances. She even made his fingers make contact with her clitoris to initiate him into the mysteries of the female sex. After a while she again faced him and held him in her arms. “Now my dear you have seen a woman’s body entirely naked. Not one boy in ten thousand in Pakistan can taste the luxury, which I am now affording to you. Many boys will have to be content with the sights of their undressed maids or worse. Now that you have seen my body fully there is nothing more you can do. You have all your life in front of you to explore a woman’s body. But the more exploration you do the more you will want to do and I don’t want you to start now. Before your life is out you will go through may tunnels and recesses” “Y - Yes Miss” he said. Roohi now looked down at his penis. “However there is one small thing. Every time this thing stands it has a right to leak. So let us do that”. So saying he caressed his tortured penis. Then opening her purse she took out a small bottle of hand lotion and applied some of it along the shaft of his penis giving him pleasurable sensations.
She now started rubbing his penis with expert movements. Very soon he couldn’t control himself any longer and sent squirts of semen flying all over the room. Roohi touched the base of his glans penis to give him a satisfying feeling and to feel the semen waiting to fly out of his young body. After a minute or so it was all over. Omer crumpled up in Roohi’s arms and she pressed him to her exposed chest and let him rest for a while. After that she got up and ordering him to dress up started putting on her clothes too.
and Miss Roohi, the class teacher for lecture on English literature. At school all the teachers were called “Miss” irrespective of whether they were married or not. Roohi was 30, very attractive and stylish and loved to wear a sari. Her pupils were 15 boys between the age of 14-16 years who were either just into puberty or at a very awkward age. Although Roohi was a very considerate teacher and went out of the way to instruct her pupils correctly, she was also very strict in matters of discipline. The boys dreaded meeting the gaze of their teacher when they were detained after school. More specifically they dreaded the contact with the cane that she kept in her desk drawer for such eventualities. Roohi was most particular never to use the cane unless it was totally necessary and warranted by really bad behaviour.
Today Roohi was annoyed with Omer, the handsome boy who was doing very
well until he came to Roohi’s class since which time his grades were getting more and more dismal. As it happened throughout Roohi’s lecture all he could see were her boobs bouncing up and down inside her blouse covered partly by her sari. When she turned to write something on the board he would watch the graceful movements of her behind with intense fascination. But of course the great moments were when Roohi bent down to pick up a piece of chalk from the floor or while talking let the palloo of her sari fall to her hands giving the class a lovely view of her glorious behind and shapely breasts, respectively. Those occasions were unfortunately rare but even one such gesture unperceived by some would send Omer’s mind in a turmoil making concentration impossible. Omer sat in the front row. Today twenty minutes before the class was over, Roohi gave a brief assignment to the class to see what they had imbibed from her class. Fifteen minutes later she got the sheets back. Those were the most miserable 15 minutes in Omer’s life because he didn’t have a clue what to write. Being so mesmerised by his lovely teacher’s body he could hardly listen to what she was saying. Anyway Roohi examined the sheets hurriedly. When she came to Omer’s paper she was shocked to find nothing of consequence in his paper and started to analyse his behaviour. She came right to Omer’s seat and slowly but surely her sari fell to her hands. She bent down a little and stared directly at Omer giving him a lovely so near him he could even smell her perfume said, “Omer we need to discuss some matters after class”. “Y - Y - Yes Miss” stuttered Omer so close to his goddess. The class knew what she meant. Omer was going to be caned. Soon the period bell indicated that the class was over and all the boys except Omer left. Roohi went and locked the classroom from inside, opened her drawer and took out her cane from it and faced Omer.
“I noticed you were not paying attention to what I was saying today, Omer”, As she said this, she seated her self lightly on the top of the desk next to his and there was just the hint of a smile on her lips as she waited for his answer. “No - No Miss” Roohi came close to him, her palloo again fell, she bent towards Omer and gave him such a voluminous hint of her innermost secrets that he at once felt pressure on a part of his anatomy. Her blouse was just near his nose now and Omer could barely reply by now. “Your assignment indicates that I will have to teach you how to concentrate from now on to ensure that you don’t fail.” She moved back a little and picked up the cane and told the boy to stand up. As Omer stood up Roohi noted the bulge in his trousers but ignored it just now. “Now boy, hold out your hands” she ordered. Omer held out his right hand. “Both”. Omer held out his left hand too and looked at his teacher timidly. “Higher, a little higher” she touched his palms with her cane and tapped it. Then lifting it high in the air she brought it down with full force on his right palm. “That will teach you how to concentrate my boy”. Omer was devastated y the blow but managed not to cry out. His hand was shaking though and was beginning to get marked. She now caned his other hand so hard that he let both his hands fall and started rubbing them. “Resume your position, immediately” yelled Roohi and the boy did so. Soon both his palms were caned twice more despite his cries for mercy.
“Now, now dear don’t cry out just yet. That was just the first part of your punishment. Your buttocks must also feel the sting of my cane this evening. Concentration is not going Miss — please forgive me. I will be good in future” said Omer in between sobs. “No, Honey you must be punished more” she said, “Take off your trouser and lower them then similarly lower your briefs and bend down over this table” she tapped the cane on her desk. Omer did as ordered humiliated to strip before the object of his young love. While he removed his briefs he tried very hard not to show Roohi his partially erect penis but she noted everything. As he bent down, Roohi lashed his bottom six times very hard making him yell, shriek and scream in agony. “That will teach you to concentrate” said Roohi as she replaced the cane in her drawer. “Now Honey stand up and face me” Omer turned to face her and could no longer hide his penis, which had some awkward movement in it. “Well, well what do we have here” she said caressing his penis and making it longer. “So you have evidently been enjoying your punishment. I think you should be given a dozen strokes more”. So saying she again took out her cane and terrified the boy. “No, no, no Miss I can’t bear any more, please, please, pleassse. I beg you.” “So be it” she said throwing away the cane, “but I can see you need firm control”.
“Now dear I think you can’t concentrate because you are far too busy
concentrating on my body and fantasising about my secret parts. Is that right?” He was silent. “Answer me or shall it be more cane?” “No. No. Yes-Yes Miss. You are right” he admitted slowly. “Naughty boy, have you never seen a woman naked?” “No, Miss” She took his head in her hands and kissed him full on the lips for about a minute then pressed him against her chest. She then made him stand at a little distance from her and began removing her sari. Soon she stood in her silk blouse and petticoat giving the boy a lovely sight of her bare arms, a hint of cleavage and a bare midriff. “Now Honey, you can take the rest of the clothes off your Miss”. Kissing him again she pulled him close to him and asked to unfasten her blouse which had three small hooks at the front. With trembling hands Omer unfastened the three hooks one by one and soon Roohi’s bra was revealed to him in its entirety. Roohi then removed her armpits too. “So a woman’s body fascinates you. Come closer and see all you want. And it was a little hot too today. Smell my armpits to see if I perspired.” Omer was beside himself with ecstasy and his penis was fully erect by now as he pressed his nostrils in her two roomy armpits, which had a lovely erotic odour in him. She next instructed him to unfasten the rope of her petticoats. With awkward movements the boy finally succeeded in untying the knot causing the soft petticoat to fall on the ground. Roohi stepped out of the petticoat and soon stood in just matching bra and panties, and shoes. She next told him to unfasten her bra, which he did, not knowing whether he was awake or dreaming. He removed the bra “There, there you should be more respectful to my intimate garments, Omer.” She admonished him. “Don’t you want to smell my bra?” Omer muttered an apology. He was beyond making coherent speech now and took the bra on his nose and smelt its intoxicating perfume. Roohi now diverted his attention to her two exposed glories. She had lovely fair breasts with dark areolas and nipples. Omer stood transfixed but Roohi encouraged him to taste her nipples one by one. After a brief sucking session, Roohi instructed him to remove her panties. As he did so and brought them to her knees she turned around and revealed her glorious buttocks to him. put the inner side to his nostrils transporting him to heaven. After a minute or so, she made him kneel and examine her bushy black pubic hair and her secret entrances. She even made his fingers make contact with her clitoris to initiate him into the mysteries of the female sex. After a while she again faced him and held him in her arms. “Now my dear you have seen a woman’s body entirely naked. Not one boy in ten thousand in Pakistan can taste the luxury, which I am now affording to you. Many boys will have to be content with the sights of their undressed maids or worse. Now that you have seen my body fully there is nothing more you can do. You have all your life in front of you to explore a woman’s body. But the more exploration you do the more you will want to do and I don’t want you to start now. Before your life is out you will go through may tunnels and recesses” “Y - Yes Miss” he said. Roohi now looked down at his penis. “However there is one small thing. Every time this thing stands it has a right to leak. So let us do that”. So saying he caressed his tortured penis. Then opening her purse she took out a small bottle of hand lotion and applied some of it along the shaft of his penis giving him pleasurable sensations.
She now started rubbing his penis with expert movements. Very soon he couldn’t control himself any longer and sent squirts of semen flying all over the room. Roohi touched the base of his glans penis to give him a satisfying feeling and to feel the semen waiting to fly out of his young body. After a minute or so it was all over. Omer crumpled up in Roohi’s arms and she pressed him to her exposed chest and let him rest for a while. After that she got up and ordering him to dress up started putting on her clothes too.