Good Colt

Dare woke up, groaning. It was another day for school, and that meant his teacher would be there to lecture him after class about how he wasn’t working hard enough. The teenager sighed as he exited his bed, stretching his arms above his head. It was his last year of high school, which meant he was a senior now, and after school was over, he would finally get out of this hell hole.

He made his way into the bathroom where he began brushing his teeth. He glanced at himself in the mirror, noting that his face was flushed from being awake too long. His hair was messy and short, but he liked it that way. His parents didn’t really care anyway, since they stopped trying to make him look nice when he turned fifteen.

Once he finished brushing his teeth, Dare dried off and quickly changed clothes before heading downstairs to eat breakfast with his family. They were all pretty poor, and their house was small, so every meal together was precious.

“Hey, Dare. Did you get your homework done last night?” asked his mother.

Dare nodded. “Yes, mom.” He rolled his eyes. What kind of homework could you do in ten minutes? And why did he have to be punished for doing it right on time?

His father grunted. “Didn’t take long to finish either,” he added. “Remember, you have to talk to your teacher, Ms. Credit.”

“I know, Dad.”

The man just sighed and kept eating. Dare bit back a snarky comment and decided to eat his breakfast first instead. Afterward, he grabbed his books and headed to the bus stop.

The bus arrived on time, and Dare climbed onboard. Eventually, the bus got to the school, and Dare disembarked. He made his way through the crowded hallway to his teacher’s room and looked at Ms. Credit.

She was waiting for him near her classroom door. She looked sternly down at him until he noticed the corner of her mouth twitching upward slightly.

“So you thought I wouldn’t notice that you skipped out on your work again, AND messed around in class?”

Dare gave a sheepish shrug. “Well, uh, I tried, but—”

Ms. Credit interrupted his rambling explanation by grabbing his wrist and hauling him over to her desk. He sat down on the chair, and she leaned forward against the desk. She placed one hoof on his shoulder while using the other to pull his chin up toward her.

“You know better than this,” she scolded. “When you’re here, you put all your effort into learning. You don’t get an excuse when you’re away from school!”

Dare nodded, biting his lip. Then he looked at her questioningly. “Why are you punishing me like this?”

Ms. Credit smiled sadly down at him. “I’m simply taking matters into my own hooves because you won’t listen to reason. Either that or detention after school.”

“Man... I don’t want detention after school, that would ruin my whole week.”

Ms. Credit chuckled. “Don’t worry, Dare. This should only take a few minutes.”

She stood up and walked to the closet, then pulled out a wooden paddle and returned to sit next to him. Dare gulped nervously as she raised the paddle high over her head.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

Dare nodded, staring at the approaching paddle. She brought the weapon down firmly across his cheeks, making him jump. Then she repeated the motion, delivering two more blows to his rear end.

“SHIT!” Dare murmured while clenching his teeth, squeezing his legs tightly together.

Ms. Credit continued to use the paddle on the teenager, hitting him with several rapid-fire strikes. The first few stung, but after that, the pain became dull and distant. Dare found himself becoming aroused, his cock rubbing against his legs as he squirmed.

“What the fuck?” Dare thought. “This isn’t normal! Why am I getting turned on by this?!”

Ms. Credit noticed his growing arousal. “Oh, Dare, if I knew this was what it took to get you to focus on your studies, I’d have started punishing you years ago.”

Dare blushed deeply, unable to respond. Instead, he lowered his gaze to the floor, feeling ashamed at his body’s reaction.

Ms. Credit remained calm. “Now, keep still, Dare, and let me finish.”

She continued to spank his ass over and over again. A part of him wanted her to stop, but another part felt strangely aroused by the increasing pain. Soon, he couldn’t take it any longer; he cummed, shooting rope after rope of semen onto his teacher’s desk.

“Good colt,” Ms. Credit praised. “That was excellent.”

“Now, you’re going to learn about discipline today, and you’re gonna have to take it in, real hard,” she said.

She pulled out a pink dildo from her closet, a medium-sized toy. She placed it in front of Dare on the desk, holding the base in both hooves. Dare stared at it, surprised.

“Take it, Dare,” she ordered. “We’ll start on your backside.”

Dare shakily picked up the toy and held it in his hoof. He couldn’t believe it. He was about to be forced to use a sex toy on himself, and he had no choice in the matter. He nodded once, accepting his fate.

Ms. Credit took a step back, giving him space as he put the toy between his legs and pushed it inside his asshole. She watched with interest as he struggled to get it in.

“That’s good. Now, Dare, I need you to take control and push yourself down on the toy. Do you understand?”

Dare nodded, moving slowly to put pressure on it. Ms. Credit moved her hooves behind her back, helping him along. At first, it hurt, but eventually, Dare relaxed his muscles and pushed the entire thing into himself.

“Perfect,” she praised. “Now, you can stop. Just remember that you don’t have permission to cum, so you have to make yourself wait. Understand?”

Dare nodded, keeping his eyes downcast.

“Do you think you’re ready for this?” She asked while she put the dildo away, putting it back in her closet.

“Uh...”

“Just nod yes or no, Dare.”

He nodded hesitantly.

“Good colt. We’ll begin now.”

Ms. Credit walked around Dare’s body, kneeling in front of him. She placed her hooves on his thighs and spread them apart.

“If you’re going to learn proper study habits, you’ll need to practice a lot harder than this,” she lectured. “I expect your report card to improve dramatically.”

Dare didn’t answer. Instead, he looked at her, blinking rapidly.

“Right now, you’re going to get a punishment. But I can only give you one because I’m afraid you might become addicted to it.” She giggled at his fear. “But don’t worry, Dare, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Because I will be the only bad thing that will happen to you. Once this punishment is over, you’ll never disobey me again.”

Dare swallowed nervously.

“First, get down on the table, on your stomach.”

Dare obeyed, laying face down on the table. She took a strap-on dildo from her closet and thrust it into his ass, watching him wince from the sudden intrusion. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, and his mind began to race.

“That’s right, Dare,” she purred. “It’s okay. You’re being punished for disobeying me. That means that you’re being disciplined.”

Dare nodded, panting heavily.

“You see Dare, all this time you’ve been thinking you were in charge of your life. Well, you’re wrong. You’re just a little boy who has yet to grow up. This is a game, and you’re losing.”

Dare shivered, looking at the floor.

“You’re losing because you’re weak. And if you can’t discipline yourself, you can’t ever hope to succeed. Don’t worry though, I’m here to help. If I can’t discipline you myself, I’ll find someone else who can.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Dare mumbled.

She knelt next to him, stroking his hair. He hated when she did that, but he didn’t dare say anything out loud.

“First, you need to learn a valuable lesson about discipline. So I’m going to teach you how to take a punishment. It’s something important, so pay attention.”

Dare nodded, watching her intently as she pulled out a set of handcuffs and attached them to his wrists. She secured the other end to the headboard.

“Dare, what you have to do is lay here perfectly still, facing the wall, until I tell you otherwise. Understand?”

Dare nodded again, closing his eyes.

Ms. Credit smiled and took off her jacket, revealing her black bra. Dare gazed upon her chest, admiring her breasts.

“Sorry, Dare,” she whispered. “I couldn’t resist teasing you a bit first.”

Dare nodded, blushing.

Ms. Credit took hold of her dildo, sliding it back into his anus. She rested it against his back, pressing it down into his skin.

“But I want you to learn your lesson, Dare,” she explained. “And that means that you need some punishment. But there’s one thing you must learn about discipline, Dare: you must learn to take pain.”

Dare nodded, trying to relax.

“How’s that feel, Dare?” She cooed.

“Goo—” All of a sudden, he felt pain, like someone was stabbing him with needles. His eyes shot open as he felt the dildo hit him in the back, penetrating his asshole. He gasped sharply, jerking in surprise.

“Aaagh!”

Ms. Credit laughed. “It’s okay, Dare,” she said soothingly. “Just relax. Take deep breaths and try to let go.”

Dare did as she instructed, breathing deeply. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself, but he couldn’t. His heart was racing, and he could still feel the pain in his backside.

“Good colt,” Ms. Credit crooned. “You know this will all be over soon.”

Dare nodded, trying to control his breathing as he felt the dildo penetrate him again.

“You see, Dare,” she said, “discipline comes in many forms. Sometimes it’s physical, sometimes emotional, and occasionally even spiritual.”

Dare grunted softly, clenching his teeth.

“But the most important aspect of discipline is learning to accept pain without resisting it,” she continued.

Then, Dare finally cummed, moaning loudly as he did so.

“Very good,” Ms. Credit complimented. “It’s time to stop now, Dare.”

He whimpered, his cock twitching.

“But... I’m so close,” Dare moaned.

“Too bad, we can finish sometime.” Ms. Credit said.

She stood up, retrieved a damp cloth, and cleaned him up. Once he was clean, she wiped his face and uncuffed him, picking him up from the table. Dare allowed her to carry him to the door, and he saw a couple of students looking at them curiously.

“Go on now,” Ms. Credit told him.

“Umm... Could I maybe... Come back for another day? Just to have some fun? I’ll try to behave.”

Ms. Credit shook her head. “Sorry, Dare, but we need to stick to our schedule. We’ll see each other again soon enough.”

“Okay.” He blushed, embarrassed.

The mare patted his cheek. “I hope you learned your lesson today. Now go home, Dare.”

He shuffled out of the room and watched her close her door, locking it behind him. Once he was alone, he ran down the hall, eager to get away from the humiliation. He passed a few students who stared at him curiously, and he just waved to them.