01-28-2024, 03:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-28-2024, 03:52 PM by SilentFeather.)
Connie was driven to the school grounds as usual, wishing his kind-hearted Father a gentle goodbye for the day, giving him a kiss on the cheek as most sons did who showed true affection to oneanother. He was never fearful to be affectionate with his beloved Paternal, and after doing such he opened the door to the car, acting as normal, concealing his inner turmoil, bottling down his hurt and discarding his confusion.
"Bye Father. See you at 3:25 A.M. You know .. the usual time we are "released from school."
"Alrighty, greatest son of mine. And stop slouching boy, we are sending you to this school to be a Gentleman .. "a proper, well behaved "Gentleman". Do you understand, that?"
"Y-Yes Father .. I-I apologize. Alright, I have to be going, Father. The bell .. it already long rung." Becoming nervous, Connie came up with the most convincing enough excuse, gripping a strap of his bookbag which contained heavy back-breaking burden of books of various mannerisms, customs of boyhood, and how to be a proper, upstanding male in the Society, as well as home, and community.
"Alrighty then, son! remember what I sad about that Posture, eyes straight, ears pricked, and head held high. It's all about Etiquette. See you son, got to run to work, your mother is running me ragged."
"Yes Father. I will remember." Connie smiled the most convining he could, masking his true emotions ever so expertly from his gestures and facial features.
He smiled one last time with a chuckle, taking hold of the wheel after lighting up a cigarette and started the car, driving off from the school grounds, leaving Connie to face his conflict alone, and although not entirely sure of how, or even where to proceed, he still turned and began to walk, bearing the explosion of intense shifting in his feeble pelvis and the nauseating sound of bone softly popping alone with the feeling of bone against bone with each step he forced himself to take.
- - - -
That day, Connie entered the room before all students did, clenching his teeth behind his lips to endure lowering himself from standing to wooden seat, somehow grateful as well because of being on a flat surface, he adjusted his hips and darkly bruised asscheeks, biting back a urgent to be expressed hiss of discomfort. That day he was adorned in his usual attire, the same additions of dress-code, long shirt, black tie and the sporting of usual short skirt and formal shoed attire, neatly shined to absolute perfection. His hair was neatly combed, falling into a gentle wave to the side, each hair in it's proper placing and adding to his feminine-physiqued nature.
Connie remained on perfect task, focused on Professor Renzo's Lecture, same-engaged as he was each day. He adored learning all that his school had to teach, and was becoming quite the young upstanding Gentleman. He jotted down notes, unknowing that he was being eyed by his Professor, just indulged in his studies like the other students around him in the class.
As the bell rung and the next journey was to be made to the second class, he acted normal, keeping his discomfort and his body's urges to express of silent natured, tightly clenching his well maintained pearly whites behind his light pink lips, arising from the wooden chair as if casual. But before being dismissed like his other classmated he was left to comfront his Professor, but he did so silently, standing straighter than before, and being the proper pupil he could possibly be.
"Y-Yes P .. Professor. I .. I am alright as I can be .. I suppose. But I do feel a bit .. off-kilter with balance and the "spanking" did leave behind quite a dark bruise, it is highly sensitive to touch but I deserved it .. for d .. d .. disobeying the r - r - rules of the school. I .. deserved it .. for not following the rules."
"I .. It is alright, Professor. You do take care of me, you are an exceptional teacher, a pillar to his students even, and please, Professor, you must not be a victim to a beatng you do not deserve, nor do you need to apologize for nothing you did wrong. Because such is fact, you did absolutely "nothing" wrong. It was a "spanking" but just a very long one, I just never experienced one, well basically none, well .. beyond the outer surface of my rear before. I guess I must have been "extra punished" with an "internal paddling" but do not worry .. I will heal, inside and out. It'll go away as well as the swelling and I will be right as rain once again." Connie smiled, even though it did not fully reach Cheshire length. He remained standing before his Professor, wondering as to why he appeared and sounded so worried of voice.
"There is no reason to be worried, I am fine, the spanking was 'intense to endure" but completely, completely justified from you, Professor. You are just obeying the orders of your job." The young pupil commented further, highly reduced to pestering confusion by the remaining lingering worry in his Professor's voice.
"Bye Father. See you at 3:25 A.M. You know .. the usual time we are "released from school."
"Alrighty, greatest son of mine. And stop slouching boy, we are sending you to this school to be a Gentleman .. "a proper, well behaved "Gentleman". Do you understand, that?"
"Y-Yes Father .. I-I apologize. Alright, I have to be going, Father. The bell .. it already long rung." Becoming nervous, Connie came up with the most convincing enough excuse, gripping a strap of his bookbag which contained heavy back-breaking burden of books of various mannerisms, customs of boyhood, and how to be a proper, upstanding male in the Society, as well as home, and community.
"Alrighty then, son! remember what I sad about that Posture, eyes straight, ears pricked, and head held high. It's all about Etiquette. See you son, got to run to work, your mother is running me ragged."
"Yes Father. I will remember." Connie smiled the most convining he could, masking his true emotions ever so expertly from his gestures and facial features.
He smiled one last time with a chuckle, taking hold of the wheel after lighting up a cigarette and started the car, driving off from the school grounds, leaving Connie to face his conflict alone, and although not entirely sure of how, or even where to proceed, he still turned and began to walk, bearing the explosion of intense shifting in his feeble pelvis and the nauseating sound of bone softly popping alone with the feeling of bone against bone with each step he forced himself to take.
- - - -
That day, Connie entered the room before all students did, clenching his teeth behind his lips to endure lowering himself from standing to wooden seat, somehow grateful as well because of being on a flat surface, he adjusted his hips and darkly bruised asscheeks, biting back a urgent to be expressed hiss of discomfort. That day he was adorned in his usual attire, the same additions of dress-code, long shirt, black tie and the sporting of usual short skirt and formal shoed attire, neatly shined to absolute perfection. His hair was neatly combed, falling into a gentle wave to the side, each hair in it's proper placing and adding to his feminine-physiqued nature.
Connie remained on perfect task, focused on Professor Renzo's Lecture, same-engaged as he was each day. He adored learning all that his school had to teach, and was becoming quite the young upstanding Gentleman. He jotted down notes, unknowing that he was being eyed by his Professor, just indulged in his studies like the other students around him in the class.
As the bell rung and the next journey was to be made to the second class, he acted normal, keeping his discomfort and his body's urges to express of silent natured, tightly clenching his well maintained pearly whites behind his light pink lips, arising from the wooden chair as if casual. But before being dismissed like his other classmated he was left to comfront his Professor, but he did so silently, standing straighter than before, and being the proper pupil he could possibly be.
"Y-Yes P .. Professor. I .. I am alright as I can be .. I suppose. But I do feel a bit .. off-kilter with balance and the "spanking" did leave behind quite a dark bruise, it is highly sensitive to touch but I deserved it .. for d .. d .. disobeying the r - r - rules of the school. I .. deserved it .. for not following the rules."
"I .. It is alright, Professor. You do take care of me, you are an exceptional teacher, a pillar to his students even, and please, Professor, you must not be a victim to a beatng you do not deserve, nor do you need to apologize for nothing you did wrong. Because such is fact, you did absolutely "nothing" wrong. It was a "spanking" but just a very long one, I just never experienced one, well basically none, well .. beyond the outer surface of my rear before. I guess I must have been "extra punished" with an "internal paddling" but do not worry .. I will heal, inside and out. It'll go away as well as the swelling and I will be right as rain once again." Connie smiled, even though it did not fully reach Cheshire length. He remained standing before his Professor, wondering as to why he appeared and sounded so worried of voice.
"There is no reason to be worried, I am fine, the spanking was 'intense to endure" but completely, completely justified from you, Professor. You are just obeying the orders of your job." The young pupil commented further, highly reduced to pestering confusion by the remaining lingering worry in his Professor's voice.
I, Silent Feather once thought that my life was just one long merry go round, mundane, repetitive, and just plain boresome but after meeting my beloved Nitrogen, all were changed. And as such had changed me, and when I mean that I mean for the positive, greater of a person I have become, a woman.
A full grown, bonafide Madame.
Silent Feather
