I heard through the grapevine that Anita was having a gallows built in her home. A booster had offered the funds necessary to have one installed. Naturally, she had agreed to the proposition.
She was the only teacher I knew at City U who executed her students if they miserably failed one of her classes. And she loved hangings. I guess it gave her a thrill to see the condemned kicking up a dance as they strangled to death for her.
I really liked Anita. We even went out a few times. But it was clear from the very beginning that she was not into me.
Once, I got to watch a hanging after one of her classes had ended. I’d stopped by to see if she was busy. She was right in the middle of stringing up one of her male students.
His name was Aaron Jenks. He was standing naked underneath a noose. His hands were cuffed behind his back.
Anita smiled when I walked into the room. “Oh hi, Kevin. Give me a minute? Mr. Jenks and I were just going over his last test.”
Curiosity made me ask, “Mind if I stick around?”
“Fine with me. Mr. Jenks, I’m sure you don’t mind if Kevin watches me hang you; do you?” He just gulped and shook his head.
I’d seen Aaron Jenks around campus a few times. He was lean and lanky, always full of himself. Now he was naked, and a lot less confident.
Anita looped the noose around his throat. Then she cinched it up tight. “I warned you about this last test, Mr. Jenks. You simply refuse to apply yourself; don’t you.”
“M-Miss Woodcock; I swear I’ll do better next time.”
“First, let’s see how well you apply yourself to the rope, Mr. Jenks.”
She pulled on the free end of the nylon to the pulley attached to his noose. Aaron was lifted up onto his toes. It made his dick stiffen right up.
She reached out and caressed his erection. “You’ve certainly got the right idea, Mr. Jenks. You do have the aptitude. It’s a shame you simply cannot apply yourself.”
Anita rubbed a hand all over his trembling, naked body. His cock really stiffened up. Was it because a beautiful teacher was caressing him? Or was it because of the noose around his throat as he shuffled around upon his toes?
She paused to look right at me. “What can I help you with, Kevin?”
“There’s an exhibit opening up downtown this weekend. I was hoping you might join me?”
“Some other time, Kevin. Is that all?”
I sighed with disappointment. “Pretty much, Anita.”
She saw me glancing repeatedly at Mr. Jenks. She could not help smiling. “Care to stay and watch the execution?”
“I’d love to, Anita.”
She beamed with pleasure. Then she turned back to her student. “Oh, Mr. Jenks; I’m sorry. I’d totally forgotten about you. Let’s get this over with; shall we?”
She pulled on the rope to the pulley. Aaron was pulled up into the air. His feet were no more than six inches off the ground.
He rasped and gurgled as he started to kick and pedal. His dick seemed to stiffen and bounce. Anita smiled as she told him, “I do appreciate you enjoying yourself, Mr. Jenks. I just wish you would have enjoyed my class enough to apply yourself. A 33 out of a possible 100 on this last test indicates you’re dumb as a post… either that, or you simply don’t care… unless you deliberately failed all those tests so you could hang for me. Is that the real reason, Mr. Jenks?”
He rasped as he began to thrust outwardly with his hips. It was as though he was air-fucking his teacher. Then his cock went off, spurting load after load in arcs that splattered her classroom floor.
“Why Mr. Jenks; I’m flattered. I’m also aroused.” Anita breathed heavily as she watched her student kick his life away.
He settled down and dangled quietly. His cock softened. Then his bladder gave way, adding his piss to the mess on the floor.
“Well done, Mr. Jenks. I believe you can rest now.” Then she turned toward me.
“So what did you think, Kevin?”
“Very impressive.”
“You’re so sweet. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to call someone to clean up the mess made by the late Mr. Jenks.”
“Thanks for the show, Miss Woodcock.”
“Anytime, Kevin.” But I left her classroom having been more affected than I’d anticipated.
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I heard her gallows was in the process of being built. I asked around and found out the day it was supposed to be finished. Then I made preparations.
Seeing Aaron Jenks hang had really moved me. I was pretty sure Anita Woodcock was never going to take me seriously enough to date me. But there was one thing I wanted to do for her.
After the last class of the day, I stopped by to see her. She was alone in her classroom. She smiled at my entrance.
“Hello, Kevin. What can I do for you?”
“I hear your gallows back home is just about finished.”
“I’m told it’s ready to go. Why? Would you like to see it?”
“If you don’t mind.”
“Why not? Come on by around 9?”
“9 will be fine, Anita.” She smiled as I turned and left.
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I showed up promptly at 9. Anita let me in. I liked the black dress and high heeled boots she was wearing.
“So nice of you to come, Kevin. Here to see my gallows?”
“If you don’t mind.”
“Right this way.”
She led me to a back room. In it was the framework for a gallows, trap and lever, and enough space for as many as three nooses. One was already dangling, ready and waiting.
“Excellent workmanship,” I observed as I caressed part of the frame.
“It is a lovely gallows. I can’t wait to try it out. It’s too bad Mr. Jenks failed that last test when he did. I could have invited him back here and executed him properly.”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about Mr. Jenks and your gallows, Anita.”
“Oh?”
“I think I may have the solution.”
“And what is that, Kevin?”
“How’d you like to break in your gallows by hanging me?”
For the first time ever, I had caught Anita totally dumbfounded. “Kevin, you must be joking!”
“I’m quite serious, Anita. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I guess watching you hang Mr. Jenks had a… well, it had a profound effect on me.”
She looked at me for a long moment. Then she murmured, “You’re serious, aren’t you.”
I smiled as I nodded at her. “You’re certainly dressed for the occasion. Weren’t you sort of hoping you might get to hang me when I said I wanted to come over?”
“Oh Kevin, I… I…”
She blushed. Then I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. “Kevin, you’d really do this for me?”
“All my affairs have been put in order. I came over here fully expecting to be hauled away by a disposal unit from the university.”
“Kevin, I… I don’t know what to say.” Then she looked at me carefully before asking, “Are you sure?”
“Just say the word, Anita.”
“Oh, you dear man!” Then she embraced me. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever gotten out of her.
She pulled away and cleared her throat. “Right, let’s get down to it. Now I’ll want you to strip, Kevin.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
I undressed right in front of her. I put everything in a pile on a chair along the far well. She went over to a cabinet, opened it up, and retrieved a set of cuffs.
She came over, appearing a little flustered. “Oh, my. I’m so excited right now that I… I’d better get into my role.”
“You do what you have to do, Miss Woodcock. I don’t mind.”
She looked down and smiled at my developing erection. “Yes, I can see you don’t mind at all; do you Mr. Donaldson.” So now she was formally getting into her role, eh?
She cuffed my hands behind my back. Then she escorted me over to the gallows. My cock had hardened even more.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. Donaldson. What do I blame this on? Was it your inability to pass a test? Or perhaps you secretly wanted me to hang you?”
“I believe it’s the latter, Miss Woodcock.”
“I see.”
She pulled the noose down and looped it around my neck. I could tell she was trying to be all serious. But she certainly seemed moved by my offer to be her first on her newly built gallows.
“Well, Mr. Donaldson. If your desire is to hang, I believe we can make those accommodations for you. As you can see, a booster recently built this structure for me. And you get to be lucky number one.”
“Glad I can help out, Miss Woodcock.”
“This is not going to be a pulley and lift, Mr. Donaldson. I hope you understand that.”
“Seeing the trap and that lever over there makes me think this is going to be similar to a real hanging, Miss Woodcock. I’m fully aware of the situation.”
“Oh, Mr. Donaldson. You have no idea what this means to me.”
She looked at me for a long moment. She appeared to hesitate about something. Then she muttered, “Oh hell; he deserves it.”
She came over and knelt in front of me. Then she took my erection into her mouth. It was her first time sucking me, and it was heavenly.
She got me so excited that I almost shot my load before she stopped. “Oh no, Mr. Donaldson. We’re going to save that for the hanging.”
She rose up and went over to the lever. She grabbed on and gave me a long look. “You are such a darling man. Enjoy the ride, Mr. Donaldson. After all, you asked for it.” Then she pulled the lever.
I wasn’t expecting the drop. It caught me totally by surprise. I just hung there in shock as she maintained her grip on the lever.
My senses finally caught up to me. Then I really started to kick. A moment later, the panic made my cock go off.
It hurt like hell. But it was incredibly erotic despite the pain. I could tell by the look in Anita’s eyes how much my sacrifice meant to her.
I must have fought for a couple of minutes at least. My cock remained hard and dripping. Then Anita came over again.
She knelt down, pulled me close and sucked on my erection. I was just conscious enough to feel it. This time I came in her mouth.
She rose up and showed me the mouthful she had. Then she gulped it down. I’ll always treasure this moment, Kevin.” Then my senses shut down as consciousness ebbed away.
2022 (written Nov 25 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by the renders by Noose Art.)