Ms. Cane Part 2

Jerry knew he had to get home, because he didn’t want to be in the bathroom when school started. He lived 3 miles away, it was a long walk and it would be very challenging, if not impossible. He grabbed onto the bars on the sides of the bathroom stall and pulled himself to his feet. His groin felt like a pulsating orb of unbearable burning pain, particularly on his right side. He began walking one agonizing step at a time. He looked like a penguin walking through the school halls.

Another thought that kept eating away at him was how he was going to explain to his mother why he was out all night, and moreover why he was walking around like a penguin, and would need to stay in bed for a while until he felt better. Jerry approached a back door leading out of the school, he opened the door and a loud alarm started sounding, scaring the shit out of him. He immediately began to panic; he didn’t want the police to catch him because he would then have to choose between going to jail for breaking and entering, or making up an explanation for everything, including his injury. He couldn’t tell the police the truth. He tried to run, frantically looking for a place to hide, he passed bushes, and trees, but none of them were decent hiding places. With every step he ran he felt more and more pain emanating from his groin, he knew he couldn’t run much farther without passing out. Luckily he came upon a large bush just in time. He crawled underneath the bush, getting poked by prickly sticks and thistles. Curled up in a little ball, he lay in pain, yet again, about to vomit.

The police arrived shortly after, and Jerry did vomit. The police searched the area, and at one point even shined a light directly at the bush where Jerry was hiding, but gracefully, they didn’t find him. It was a warm night, and Jerry fell into a deep sleep.

Jerry woke up to the sunrise, the ever-present pain reminded him of his situation, and the glowing warm sun made him wonder what time it was. 5:30 am. He had to get home before people started coming to school. He pulled himself out of the bush, brushed the dirt off his clothes, and began his long journey home. He still looked like a penguin. Some girls drove by him, very slowly, clearly pointing and laughing, making fun of him. They did not know his situation or they may not have laughed, they probably just thought he was kicked in the nuts, which most girls think is funny. They were cute teenage girls that Jerry knew from school, he was embarrassed, but the pain outweighed the embarrassment, so he continued home.

Jerry finally got home, tired and weak, when he opened the door his mother ran up to him crying, and hugging him. “Where the hell were you all night?” “I was attacked mom.” Jerry told her, crying himself. “Some girl gang attacked me when I was walking home from school; they kicked me, down there, over and over again. I passed out, and woke up under a bush this morning. I could barely walk home.” “You need to go to the doctor, son.” “NO, no mom, I’ll be ok, they’re starting to feel better now, I’m gonna be ok, I just don’t want to go to the doctor, it’s too embarrassing.” “Well, ok, but if you don’t feel better by tomorrow, you’re going, and that’s final”. “I need to go to bed, mom, I’m tired”. You go get your rest; I’ll call the school and tell them you’re sick.” “Thanks”. “I love you, son”. “I know”. “Can you help me up the stairs, mom”? “Of course”. Jerry’s mom helped him up the stairs. Jerry went into his bathroom to change his clothes.

He took off his shirt, shoes, and socks first. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans, as he began to pull them down; he realized they were stuck to the inside of his right thigh. He slowly peeled them off, ripping out the hairs in his leg. The sight of his underwear made him nauseous, The whole front of them were blood stained, along with the inside of the crotch of his jeans. There was dried blood, running down the inside of his inner thigh. He was afraid to take his underwear off. He slowly tried to begin peeling his briefs off, but each time he tried to tug at them, it felt like he was ripping his dick off. It took jerry about forty five minutes to finally peel his briefs all the way off. As he revealed more and more of his damaged genitals, he felt more and more afraid of infection. He looked at himself. His whole crotch was red with blood. His dick had open wounds on it from where Ms. Cane had chewed on it. It was shriveled up like a little stump. His left nut was swollen to almost twice its size, but it had taken on more of a lumpy shape. The scrotum was pulled tight around his left nut, black and blue, like bruised fruit. The right side of his scrotum was a gory sight. The skin was torn open on top, and to him it looked like a dark red, and black wound, with chunks of testicle, barely kept together by the few fibers that hadn’t been torn apart by Ms. Cane’s thumbnail. Jerry knew that he had to clean his wound, as much as it may hurt, even if he passed out from the pain, he had to get it clean.

He began by running it under some lukewarm water in the bathtub. He puked over the side of the tub. He couldn’t take it. Then he remembered something. He had bought some morphine from his friend, but had been too afraid to try it. He had four doses that were supposed to last about three hours each. He took a dose of the morphine. After about an hour he was completely numb, and barely conscious, but he took what consciousness he had and used it to clean himself up. He showered, and thoroughly cleaned out the wounds on his penis and scrotum with rubbing alcohol. He wrapped the right side of his scrotum tightly with dressings that his mother got from working at a hospital. He hid his underwear and jeans under his bed to be disposed of at a later time. He finally felt no pain, and thought that maybe, he might not get an infection. He hoped he didn’t have to go to the doctor, because he didn’t want to have to explain the destroyed nut.

Jerry slept fitfully for twenty four hours. He woke up the next day in the same unbearable pain that he was in before the morphine. He went to the bathroom to pee. His wrapping was soaked in blood, and he knew he had to go to the doctor.

For the sake of time I will shorten the next part of the story due to the fact that it is boring. Jerry admitted to his mom that the girls that attacked him did more than just kick him down there; he admitted that they actually destroyed one of his testicles with their thumbnail. His mom was horrified, and rushed him to the hospital. The doctor gave him surgery, and he also filed a police report against some girls that didn’t exist. He stayed home from school for a week, and his mother said that from now on she was driving him to school and home every day.

Monday rolled around, and it was time for Jerry to go back to school. His penis was scabbed, but healing, and the place where he used to have his right nut was healing as well. He still had pain, but the doctor prescribed vicoden for that. He went to school and went about his day, dreading going to Ms. Canes English class. After his first period, he passed Ms. Cane in the crowded hallway. “Glad to see you back in school, Jerry. I heard you were sick. Are you feeling better?” Ms. Cane giggled, and kept walking. Jerry was furious at, yet terrified of Ms. Cane. Finally the time rolled around for Jerry to go to Ms. Cane’s class. He couldn’t bring himself through the door, but he knew if he was late he might be punished again. He sat down in her classroom. Ms. Cane was working on grading some papers waiting for the rest of the class to arrive.

She stood up, and began teaching class. She was dressed sexy as ever, wearing some tight brown corduroys, and a tight black shirt with no shoulders. She wore her hair down. She taught her class with no incident. Jerry tried to pay attention, but he was so filled with terror that it was difficult to. After class was over, Ms. Cane told Jerry she needed to talk to him after school.

Jerry was now experiencing waves of panic, he couldn’t think for the rest of the day, he wanted to run away, but knew she could find him, and that would be much worse. After the final bell rang he quickly walked towards Ms. Cane’s classroom, as he didn’t want to be late. She was there waiting for him. “I want you to call your mother and tell her you’re staying the night at a friend’s house tonight.” “My mother is waiting outside for me.” “What?” “I told her I was attacked by a gang of girls, and they did this to me, I had to tell her something, I needed to go to the doctor.” “And what, are you such a little baby that you can’t take yourself to the doctor?” “I guess I could have, but she knew something was up when she saw me limping, and sleeping all day.” “YOU were limping?” she laughed hysterically. “That’s so cute.” “Now be a good boy, and go tell your mom that you’re going over to one of your friend’s house….You have friends right?” “Yeah, I’ll go tell her, I’ll be right back.” “You have ten minutes.”

He went down and told his mom that he was staying over at Joey’s house. His mother was glad to see that he was feeling better. She warned him not to go outside at night.

Jerry hurried back to the classroom, because it had taken him a few minutes to mind his mom.

“You’re almost late, lucky you, that would have cost you your head…and I’m not talking about the one that has a brain.” She snickered. Jerry was somewhat relieved that he was back on time, but also very scared of what the night had in store for him.

“Do you like being my student, Jerry?”

“Yes, I like being your student.”

“So you like having your balls broken?” She giggles.

“No maam.”

“I was just giving you shit, I know I’m your favorite teacher…when I broke your ball, it was my way of teaching you….I was teaching you that you are not in control, and that thrusting your cock towards my face is a very bad idea….tonight we will reinforce that lesson so you remember it, by further tormenting that hole that used to be a teste. I will also teach you some new lessons, by tomorrow morning you will be a worthy student.”

Jerry was speechless. “First thing you need to know, you respond to everything with either; yes maam, or no maam. Understand?” She asked as she smacked his crotch with the back of her hand.

A surge of pain rushed through his body, the pain was intense, and he collapsed to the floor. “Yes maam” he coughed out.

“Let’s go, then.” She stood up and walked towards the door. “What’s the matter, cutie, don’t remember how to walk.” She mocked. “Here let me help” She cooed as she moved his hands, grabbed his crotch, and pulled him to his feet. Luckily she only got a hold of his dick, but it still hurt the cuts. He followed her out. “Don’t limp, we don’t want anyone to suspect anything.” He forced himself not to limp, following her round ass out the same back door that had set the alarm off earlier. Ms. Cane was silent as Jerry followed her out to her car. She opened the back door for him. “Lay down on the floorboard.” He crawled down onto the floor, and lay uncomfortably. She covered him up with a blanket and got into the driver’s seat, she backed the seat up as far as it would go, pinning Jerry’s legs into a tiny compact space.

To be continued………………