Undies Down For His Mom's Boyfriend In Class At College E-Book

Robbie Webb

• Herausgeber: Robbie Webb
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

A spanking at college unlike any other spanking. All characters and terms including 'boy' 'lad' and 'girl' refer to people age 18 and over. This book contains explicit sexual material and is for adults only.

Leseprobe

UNDIES DOWN FOR HIS MOM’S BOYFRIEND IN CLASS AT COLLEGE

Robbie Webb

© 2021 Robbie Webb

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Adapted from a story from the book Naked College Boys

This story is not attributed to the cover models. The cover is an illustration for viewing only and there is no association with the models and the story. None of the characters in Robbie Webb’s stories do anything against their will. The cover models were over the age of 18 when the photograph was taken.

All characters and terms including ‘boy’ ‘lad’ and ‘girl’ refer to people age 18 and over.

Sir didn’t tell him anything about it. So as you can imagine, Damon was well confused when he saw his mom’s boyfriend Ted walking into the classroom. And then his confusion changed to worry.

Something’s happened to Mom!

Damon’s heart started racing.

“Ted?” he said. “What’s wrong?”

His mom’s boyfriend ignored him and just carried on walking to Sir’s desk.

“Is it my mom? Is she ok, Ted?”

Damon was really worried.

And now the other students in class were getting worried.

Jamie put his hand on Damon’s shoulder.

“It’s my mom. I know it is,” said Damon.

Jamie stroked Damon’s arm.

Damon waited.

All the other students waited.

Damon looked at his mom’s boyfriend.

His mom’s boyfriend didn’t say anything.

Sir told Damon to come to the front. Damon went to the front of the class, preparing himself for the worse. He looked at his mom’s boyfriend again. His mom’s boyfriend looked away.

Damon had a horrible feeling in his tummy.

Oh fuck! It’s my Mom!

Sir got out of his chair. Damon was standing there at the front of class at college before his mom’s boyfriend and Sir, preparing himself for the worst news of his life.

“It’s Mom, isn’t it?” he said, almost crying.

“No,” his mom’s boyfriend said. “Your mom’s ok.”

There was a big sigh from the boys and girls.

“Oh thank fuck!” Damon said, giving a big sigh of relief.

“Save that kind of language for after college,” Sir said.

“Sorry, Sir,” Damon said. “It’s just that I thought something had happened to my mom. I couldn’t bear it if anything ever happened to my mom, Sir. I’ve already lost my dad. He ran off with the woman behind the counter at the bookies, Sir. He was always in the bookies. He loved a bet did my dad. Canadian.”

“I didn’t know your dad was Canadian,” Sir said.

“No, that’s the name of the bet he used to have. He had to get five horses.”

“What? In the same race.”

“Don’t be stupid, Sir”

“Well I don’t know about betting, do I? Anyway, it’s not about your mother. You know what this is about, Damon.”

“Sir?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know.”

“I don’t, Sir. Honest. And I don’t really care now, now that I know my mom’s ok. It broke her heart, you know, when she found out about that trollop down the bookies. She went to put a bet on herself, a pound each way on The Grand National, and that’s when she caught him at it. Kissing her on the lips he was over the counter.

“She must have had big lips.”

“My mom was so upset she didn’t even put the bet on. And it came in at twenty to one.”

“I thought the Grand National didn’t start till twenty past three,” Ted said.

“So go on then, Sir,” Damon said. “What’s it’s all about then? What’s going on?”

“Do I need to refresh your memory?”

“I haven’t a Scooby what you going on about, Sir.”

“For the last couple of weeks you’ve been nothing but a disruptive little shit, haven’t you?”

Ted’s jaw dropped.

“So that’s where he gets his language from,” he said. “And here’s me thinking it was because he’s been mixing with the wrong crowd.”

“I have,” Damon said, “The teachers at this college.”

“It’s him,” Sir said, pointing to Damon. “He’ll make a saint swear, he will.”

Damon gave a tut.

“I’ve not done anything,” he said.

Ted tried to defend his girlfriend’s son.

“If he says he hasn’t done anything then he hasn’t done anything,” he said.

Damon was touched.

“Aww thanks, Ted,” he said. “My dad never used to defend me like that.”

“Too busy snogging that tart at the bookies I should imagine,” Sir said.

“You’re not wrong there, Sir,” said Damon.

“It’s time for your punishment, Damon,” Sir said.

“Now that’s not on,” Damon said. “You’ve already punished me, Sir. He’s already punished me, Ted. Tell him. He can’t punish me again. That’s out of order, that is.”

Ted scratched his head.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say,” he said.

“You’re not supposed to say anything,” Sir said.

“Well have you already punished him or not?”

“He has,” Damon said. “You have, Sir. You gave me 500 lines last week. Remember? Ted’ll vouch for it. Won’t you, Ted?”

“Eh? I dunno. Will I?”

“I was late home from college. Remember?”

“You’re always late home from college,” Ted said.

“Yeah but I was later than usual this time. Took me ages to do those 500 lines. I had a wobbly pen. I’ve told you not to buy those pens from the corner shop, Ted. They’re crap.”

“You can buy your own pens in future,” Ted said.

Sir gave a tut.

“They’re always wobbly those pens from the corner shop,” Damon said.

Sir gave another tut.

“You’ll have a wobbly head if you don’t shut up,” he said.

Damon’s jaw dropped.

“Don’t let him get away with saying that to me, Ted.”

“I won’t,” Ted said. “You apologize at once, Mr Brazier. I’m not having you talking to my girlfriend’s son like that.”

Ted waited for Sir to apologize.

“Well?”

Sir gave a tut and a sigh.

“Sorry for threatening to give your girlfriend’s son a wobbly head,” he said.

“Give him 500 lines, Ted,” Damon said, “And I’ll give him my wobbly pen. You do remember giving me those 500 lines, don’t you, Sir? I must not be a little shit.”

Ted’s jaw dropped again.

“You want reporting you do,” he said to the teacher.

“Well he is a little shit,” Sir said.

“Hmm. I suppose you have a point,” said Ted.

“Do you not remember giving me those 500 lines, Sir?” Damon asked again.

“Yes of course I remember. But it’s obviously not worked, has it? The punishment.”

“Well he was being very nice the other night,” said Ted. “He made me a cup of tea. Hasn’t made me a cup of tea for ages.”

“Well he’s still been a disruptive little shit in class,” Sir said.

Ted gave a tut.