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Sammy shook his head, his arms crossed and a frown on his face. "It's no fair," the young cat muttered under his breath. "Detention again."

He was getting really tired of being sent here after class. Just because his teacher said he was disruptive. He really wasn't. Not on purpose, anyway. Sometimes, things just happened, and he couldn't help it when they did. The rest of the class were the ones that were really disruptive, reacting the way that they did. He just happened to be there at the time.

And the detention room was just weird, too. The walls looked like building blocks, stones put together, rather than the solid wood walls of the classrooms. There was only one chair in the room, and a blackboard at the other end of the room. The teacher herself would be along before too long, and they'd go through another weird detention session that was supposed to teach him how to keep things under control, and not cause more disruptions for the teachers whenever he stood up.

But for the moment he was alone. He'd already completed his usual task, writing a few things on the side of the blackboard like he was supposed to. The cub rolled his eyes, reading them again out of sheer boredom. "I will not stare at the teacher's chest." How was he supposed to avoid that? The teacher had breasts that just shoved themselves towards the students, begging to be stared at. "I am allowed to wear sweatpants, but only if I can keep my erections under control." And how was he supposed to do that, when the first was just about impossible?

The cat shook his head a few times, hunching himself further down in his chair. He kicked his legs up a bit, sliding along the seat until he was half on and half off of it. The teacher was just being mean, he thought. Teasing everyone, and then getting mad when they reacted. He couldn't help his erections when she leaned over his desk, and they just wouldn't go down when he got to the front of the class. Too easily seen through his sweatpants, it always sparked laughter from the other kids, and the teacher then had to spend a long time getting them under control again.

Sammy couldn't help how they reacted, just like he couldn't help how he reacted. But the teacher seemed to think he could, and was trying to teach him control in these detention sessions. He didn't think that they worked, but she still kept trying.

The door opened, and Sammy turned to look.

The teacher was here. She was a grown-up, a cat like him. She wore a rather thin blouse, and Sammy could almost see through it. He almost looked down at her breasts, but he forced himself to look back up at her face at the last minute, knowing that he'd start getting hard again the moment he looked.

His willpower wouldn't have been enough, so he was relieved when she just walked around behind him. He heard the closet door open, and heard the sound of another chair being dragged out. "Come on, Sammy, it's time to get on with this," she said.

He got up, and she sat him down in the familiar red chair. She pulled his hands behind the chair, taking a little bit of rope and tying them together. That was familiar too. She told him that it was because she didn't want him struggling against this, and wanted him to try and keep from getting hard without having to touch himself or do something that might make it go down. How he was supposed to do that, he didn't know, but she didn't give him any other reason for the ropes.

"Sammy, you know why you're here, right?" she asked him, her voice quiet next to his ear.

"I'm here because you don't like me getting boners," Sammy muttered.

"The term is erections, Sammy," the teacher corrected.

"It's the same thing, though."

"Yes, but most people prefer the word 'erection' in polite company." She patted his back lightly, and he heard her walk away, followed by the sound of chalk on the blackboard. "Let's see. The last time you were here, you managed to keep back for about three seconds...no seconds the time before that..." the teacher muttered, just loud enough for him to hear.

He blushed. It wasn't his fault that it was so hard to hold back. He'd thought that was pretty normal, but according to his teacher, most of the kids out there could at least hold back for a few minutes. His record was barely twelve seconds, and that was if he was really lucky as well as if he was trying really hard.

"I wonder if you can break your record today, Sammy. I want you to try really hard for me. I know that you don't like being here, but if you can't stop getting erections in front of people -"

"Boners."

"If you can't stop getting erections in front of people, you can't keep wearing sweatpants to school. And I know you love your sweatpants, so don't make me make you leave them at home, okay?"

The fact that he loved his sweats so much did give Sammy a good reason to be here every day, even if he utterly hated coming here and working with the teacher to try and control himself. They were the most comfortable pants he had, and they felt the best around his boners when he got them. Jeans and other kinds of pants were just not so comfortable, and they were more expensive, too.

So he nodded. "I'll do my best," he said.

"I'm glad to hear that, Sammy. Are you ready for me to stand in front of you yet?"

"Give me a second." He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. Okay, he told himself. No boners. No boners. Don't even think of getting a boner. Think of all the bad stuff that you find icky. Think of gross stuff. Think of homework. Think of all the stuff that you don't like.

Filling his imagination with all sorts of yucky stuff, Sammy nodded his head. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Good. Then open your eyes."

He blinked, eyes flipping open. The teacher's boobs were right in front of his face, almost shoved out of the blouse she wore. He could even see the nipples through the blouse, hard and pointy. "Woooooah!" he said, his mouth round and o-shaped from just how big they looked from this distance.

Almost immediately he felt the familiar tingle building up in his crotch. He went wide eyed, his legs pulling together in an attempt to stop it from growing. The gross stuff, the gross stuff, he tried to think, but all of that stuff had been shoved out of his head when the teacher had showed him her boobs. The tingling turned to a soft throbbing in his crotch, and he felt the familiar rubbing of his sweatpants against his growing stiffy.

His face went red as his teacher pointed at his bulge. "Look at that. I just barely show it to you, and you are already getting erect? You're already getting a 'boner'?" she said, leaning forward. She poked him, her finger sliding along his bulge, pushing the tip of his boner against his crotch and flattening out the bulge for a second. But it was right back up the second she pulled her finger back, tenting out his pants.

The cat groaned softly, feeling his boner throbbing, and the teacher sighed. "Well, you know what happens next. I hoped you'd actually be able to keep it down this time." She pulled a stopwatch out of her pocket. She dropped her free hand down to the cub's groin, and started fondling him as she hit the button. "Timer's going, Sammy. Try to last a little longer today," she said, hanging the watch around her neck.

Oh no no no, he wasn't going to be able to last long today, Sammy knew it already. His boner was already super hard, and he could feel it twitching the moment that his teacher touched it. One of her hands rubbed along his balls, the fingers stretching up around the stretched out cloth of his sweatpants to rub against his stiffy, while her other hand pushed his shirt up, touching his stomach. Her touch was soft, and her hands were barely touching him. She probably thought that it was going to help him last longer if she used a gentle hand rather than a firm one.

She was dead wrong. Sammy blushed as he felt the tip of his sweatpants getting wet with his pre, his stiffy throbbing from the touch. It took all of his willpower to keep from arching his butt off of the chair and pushing against her rubbing hands. He had nothing left to try and hold back how much pleasure he felt from her touches.

The teacher's eyes rolled, but her hands continued their stimulating touches. They rubbed along his boner, across his belly. One of her fingers on his stomach circled his belly button before she pushed that hand further up his shirt, rubbing lightly against his chest.

But that was barely felt compared to the hand teasing his boner. It was just rubbing him, but that made his stiffy rub against the insides of his sweatpants too. He was already pre-ing hard, and he could feel the slimy gooey-ness of it around his boner, making it all slick inside. He panted softly, his tongue sticking out a little bit as he felt his orgasm already starting to come up. He pushed at it, trying to keep it back, trying to make himself calm down, but it was as relentless as the teacher's stroking hands.

Sammy turned his head to the side, shaking it rapidly as he squirmed against her hands. "No no no, can't...can't yet," he muttered under his breath. He knew that the squirming would only make it worse, particularly as she rubbed under his balls again, his stiffy twitching in his pants. "Can't...can't..."

"Come on, Sammy, try to hold back," the teacher whispered to him encouragingly.

But it was no good. Her fondling fingers, her groping hand under his shirt, the gooey pre feeling inside his sweatpants...it was all too much to avoid. He gasped, his eyes going wide as he arched his back, butt leaving the chair for a second as he pressed his boner against the teacher's hand through the sweatpants. His stiffy twitched, throbbed before he came. He could almost hear the splurt splurt sound inside of his sweatpants, and the already present wet spot got bigger and bigger as his cum spread around.

The teacher pulled her hands back, but not before there was just a little bit of cum on one of her fingers. She shook her head as Sammy continued to cum, and the cub could only blush as his orgasm continued. Softly panting, he looked up at her, embarrassed. His cum stain continued to spread for a few seconds as his stiffy oozed cum when he stopped shooting, and he knew that the teacher was looking at that stain.

She shook her head. "Sammy, that was not your best," she said, pulling the stop watch off of her neck. She'd pressed the button as soon as she'd pulled her hands back. "Looks like you managed eight seconds from boner to climax. I think that you'll need to come here again after the weekend, see if maybe you can do a little better then," she said.

After the weekend? Sammy groaned softly, slumping against the chair. Only the rope tying his hands to the back of the chair kept him from falling off of the seat. He'd been hoping to spend some time in the tree-house with some of his friends after school on Monday. So much for that plan.

"Your parents will be here soon. I'm sure that they're used to picking you up with these stains in your pants, considering that you usually have them after my class," the teacher said as she walked around him again, turning to the blackboard.

Sammy knew that she was writing down his latest time there, and he hoped that he was the only student that was brought here. It was embarrassing enough for the teacher to keep telling him how much he needed to learn control.

Most embarrassing of all, he was still stiff in his sweatpants, his boner rubbing against the cum stain.

"Oh dear, still erect, are you?" the teacher asked. She said, and Sammy groaned as she walked in front of him again. "I guess we have time for one more session. Now, maybe with one climax behind you, you can last a little longer this time."

As she leaned in, showing off her boobs again, Sammy groaned. Not again, he thought to himself as his boner got super hard again, and he felt her hands start their fondling once more.