Ms Jones Punishes Joey

"Ms. Jones?" Joey whispered.

"Joey, may I come in?" Ms. Jones asked, "I know I shouldn't be here, but I thought we could... talk."

He stood frozen for a moment before finally stepping aside to let her in. "Oh, um, yeah, sure," he said.

She stepped in and glanced around his small, dimly lit room before fixing her gaze on him. "You know," she said as she carefully locked the door behind herself, "I've come across some very interesting information, Joey."

"What do you mean?" he asked nervously.

Her expression betrayed the smallest hint of anger. "Don't play dumb," she teased. "I know you told Michael about our little... interaction last week."

"What? No, I didn't," he said indignantly.

"Shh. Keep your voice down," she said as she stepped toward him. "Just... tell me the truth."

The young man nervously tightened the grip around his upper arm. "But... I am. I swear I didn't say anything," he said.

"Joey... I know you told him," she said as she stared into his eyes compassionately, "Just admit it. Do you really want to add lying to your list of transgressions?"

He stared at her for a few moments until he realized that she wasn't going to relent. "I'm sorry..." he sighed, his eyes pleading with her, "it just slipped out--"

"It... slipped out," she repeated with a raised eyebrow and a nod.

"...Yes," Joey said, averting his eyes from hers.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble we'll be in if this gets out?" Ms. Jones asked, looking up at him.

"I'm sorry... It won't happen again," he mumbled, eyes still to the floor.

"I know it won't happen again," she said as she gently gripped his chin to tilt his face toward hers, "Because I'm about to show you exactly what happens to naughty boys who can't keep their mouths shut..." she said, "Turn around... Turn around and face the nightstand."

Joey's eyes widened and his lips parted slightly as he stared at her in disbelief. After a few short seconds, her patience snapped. Her delicate hands gripped both of his arms and expertly spun him around to face the small wooden dresser. Before he could fight back, she placed an arm on his back, forcing him to lean forward and brace himself.

Joey's face flushed with embarrassment as he gripped the sides of the nightstand. He looked back at her with wide eyes. "Uh... wh-what are you doing?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. Without a word, she raised her hand and brought it down with a sharp crack against his backside, making him wince. "Ow! What? You can't be serious," he stared back at her, completely dumbfounded.

"Oh, I'm very serious, Joey," she said sternly.

Joey stared back at her, unable to believe what was happening. The punishment was mortifying enough, but the fact that it was being done by Ms. Jones made it almost unbearable. Being bent over his own nightstand and spanked by the petite missionary leader, who he and every other boy had always had a crush on, was too much to process. He was being punished by the woman whose soft lips, now in a slight scowl, had once given him the most earth-shattering pleasure he had ever experienced. As he got lost in this realization, she spanked him again, making him jump.

"Please, Ms. Jones. I get it. I'm sorry!" he pleaded, his face burning with humiliation. He bit his lip in an attempt to hold back a gasp as she spanked him again, harder this time.

"No, I don't think you get it," she said as she forcefully pulled down his flannel pants to expose his tight white cotton briefs. He tried to stop her, but she shoved his hand away.

"You'd better hope that your friend can keep a secret better than you can," she said as she spanked him again, reveling in the stifled whimper that left his lips. "Who else did you tell? Hm?" she asked.

"Nobody. Ow! I swear, I only told Mike, miss, only him," he promised.

"And how am I supposed to believe anything you say now, Joey?" she asked as she spanked him again.

"I--I swear, miss," he said desperately, the words almost getting caught in his throat. He gripped the sides of the desk, waiting for the next impact, but it didn't come.

"You're going to tell Michael that you were lying," she whispered calmly, her voice sweet again, "And you're going to make sure he believes it. Understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Jones..." Joey whispered dejectedly as he worked hard to steady his breathing.

"I'm sorry I had to do this to you, Joey," she said softly as her hands wandered from his hips over to his groin.

"Oh--what's this?" Ms. Jones asked under her breath.

"Nothing," Joey said defensively as he stood up, pulled his flannel pajama pants up, and turned around to protect himself from getting smacked again.

"It didn't feel like 'nothing' to me," she teased, letting her eyes wander down to the bulge in his pants. "Joey," she said warmly, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. But I might've chosen a different punishment if I knew you were going to enjoy it so much."

"I didn't enjoy it," Joey lied, blushing harder than ever.

"Oh?" she reached down and gently grabbed him through his pants, making him gasp and look down at her hand. "Well, part of you did. Why is that, Joey?" she asked.

"I--I don't know..." he mumbled as he tried to hold back a moan. Her hands felt like magic on his virgin cock.

"I think you liked being punished because you knew you deserved it," she said as she continued to slowly stroke his hard, throbbing cock through the soft fabric of his pants. His eyes shut in pleasure as she continued to rub him. "And I think you're going to be a good boy from now on, aren't you?" she asked as she slid her soft hand under the waistband of his tight white briefs.

"Answer me, Joey," she demanded as she wrapped her hand around his hard sex and stroked him.

"Yes..." he moaned, "yes, miss, I will..."

"You will what?" she coaxed, making him squirm.

"Mm...I'll be a good boy," he whispered shyly.

"Good," Ms. Jones said with a smile as she slipped her hand out of his pants and started toward the door.

"Wait... Where are you going?" Joey asked.

"To my room," she answered, "Your roommate should be back soon."

"But..." Joey whispered.

"What is it?" she asked politely.

He thought about it for a moment, but he couldn't figure out how to phrase his question. How could he justify asking her to stay and jerk him off, or better yet, suck him off?

"Nothing," he said in defeat.

Ms. Jones held back a smirk as she nodded politely, "Alright, then," she said as she unlocked the door. "Goodnight, Joey."

He watched her leave and close the door behind herself, "Goodnight," he muttered.

After some consideration, he reached down to pick up where Ms. Jones left off. He knew it was wrong, but his need for release overtook him. It didn't take very long to get him close to the edge.

Oh no.

He heard the doorknob turning. His eyes shot up and he quickly made himself decent. He watched with bated breath as the door creaked open.

"Oh, it's you," Joey sighed as he made eye contact with his roommate, Mike.

It was at this moment that Joey realized that the spanking was only half of the punishment that Ms. Jones had intended for him. He pictured her in a silky nightgown, with her long hair flowing around her, reaching down to touch herself and getting some sort of sick satisfaction out of knowing that he was humiliated, hard as a rock, and completely unable to do anything about it. The worst part of it, he thought, was that the idea of this made his cock throb even more.