5-Year-Old-Fievel In, At School Punishment.

Characters, Fievel Mousekewitz, five-years-old.

Contains Scat and Watersports.

Momma handed Fievel his lunch, as Fievel hurried off to school.
Mrs. Smith was making him spend the day in the quiet room, all his school work would be brought to him.

Fievel arrived a little early, but Mrs. Smith grabbed him straight away, and led him right to the quiet room. Fievel sat as Mrs. Smith had Fievel hand her his lunch.

“I’ll see to it you get this at lunch time.” she told Fievel, as Fievel was now in this room, with just his thoughts. He sat wondering what to do, as they would soon come in with his day’s work.

He knew this, so he did not play with his peen at all, as he waited for this. He might make himself cum more than once today, as he could get away with cuming faster then peeing and pooping.

Those couple of things were best saved for last anyways, it just seemed the best time to do it. At the same time, it would be the earliest Fievel could manage such a thing.

Fievel sat for what seemed to be thirty minutes, but was only about five, as it just sucked so much to be in this room. Fievel looked over his school work, as the teacher went away.

Fievel began a whole day’s worth of his school work, as he wanted to toy with his body again. For this time around, he would only pull his peen from his clothes.

Later though, Fievel planned to poop and pee in the quiet room, purposely making a mess on the floor, and cuming a load of semen as well.

But that would be later, as Fievel sat on the floor, with his papers stacked up on the bench. He needed pretty many at the same time, to prevent him from sticking a pencil through his papers.

Fievel managed as he went from paper to paper for a little while, until the stack got to a point that it said… “take a break Fievel, we do not expect you to do all this at once.”

Fievel sat leaning against the bench, legs spread, as he pulled his peen from his things. He moved a paw over his shaft, as he encouraged it to become erect.

Fievel moaned as he moved a paw over his shaft, looking at his papers as he had his pencil in his other paw. He pretended he was working on something, or just keeping his pencil near his paper.

Fievel moved his paw over his peen, moaning the whole time.
Fievel was in orgasm, as he moved his paw over his peen.
He moved some, as he suddenly dropped his pencil, and then pressed fingers into his own anus.

Fievel moaned as he took one paw over his shaft, moaning in orgasm with every stroke. Fievel moaned as he laid down his head on the bench, continuing masturbating his little peen.

Fievel had a thought about how he was doing this later. As he dragged his paw over his shaft, moaning the whole time.
Fievel would cum on the floor of his padded room, as he pressed a second finger into his anus.

Fievel moaned feeling orgasm pulsing stronger with his fingers in himself, liking the feeling of something being there. Fievel had gotten very accustom to having something in his anus.

Fievel started before he could remember, and was sticking his fingers in his anus as far back as Fievel could remember. He was pretty sure he was already doing it when he was one-year-old.

In any-case, Fievel liked it, as he pressed harder pressing four fingers into his anus. He moaned feeling the stretch on his anus, liking it as he moved his other paw over his shaft.

Fievel was able to get away with these things, because how many are going to believe a five-year-old-boy would be masturbating?
I mean really, so they left him in the quiet room, to do his school work.

Fievel was misbehaving instead of doing his school work, as he moved a paw over his peen. Fievel knew as soon as he would get done, he would need to return to his work.

Thing is, he could get away with some stuff, as they didn’t stare at him all day. So he continued moving his paw over his shaft, moaning as he tried to imagine poppa’s penis in his anus.

Fievel daydreamt about pooping later on, as he moved one paw over his shaft faster and faster. His moaning was so constant, that is sounded almost like a howl in a way.

Fievel moaned as he could feel that feel coming, knowing he would be cuming a load at any moment. He continued moving his paw over his shaft, moving his other fingers, turning himself on further.

The whole time Fievel played, he was sure someone would look in, and catch him in the act. But, no one ever looked in, as Fievel moved his paw over his hard shaft.

Fievel whimpered some, in orgasm, feeling his body getting closer and closer to cuming his young load on the floor… of the quiet room. He moaned as he moved his fingers about some, in his anus.

Fievel’s body was quivering all over, going into stronger orgasm than he ever could remember. It was either that or, he was just feeling so good, that it just seemed this way to him.

Fievel began drooling from the mouth, as he moved his paw over his shaft, knowing his load would soon spit all over the floor under the bench in the padded quiet room.

Fievel closed his eyes, as his whole body was floating on a cloud.
Fievel’s first squirt came out so hard, that it was more like squirting some pee, only white and slimy.

Fievel moaned as he laid his head on his work, moaning squirting again. As soon as he would get done, he would go back to his school work.

Fievel squirt about sixteen times, as he looked about some, and even had a look at his little window. There was no one standing there, he’d easily gotten away with it.

Fievel got back to his school work, as he finished enough to the papers to have a note on them. “by this point, you should be done with your morning work. Take a break. And if you took long enough, we should be in soon with your lunch.” read the note.

Fievel laid his head down a few minutes, as suddenly he was woken. Mrs. Smith had his lunch for him, as Fievel ate lunch.
Mrs. Smith never mentioned his little nap, as she soon came back into Fievel.

“Now be sure you finish your school work, and I’ll forgive you if you take another nap.” said Mrs. Smith.

“Do I have to have any homework?” asked Fievel.

“We shall see, young Fievel, we shall see.” said Mrs. Smith, before she closed the door. Fievel’s body felt funny, as Fievel knew well that his body would soon be ready to make a poop mess.

The question on Fievel’s mind was, in the middle of the floor, or try to place it under the bench. He questioned and questioned this a bit, his eyes went shut. Suddenly somehow, Fievel heard.

“Wake up Fievel, we’ve checked on you.” Fievel looked around, and realized, that they peered through the window. Fievel worked on his homework, and actually made it to the last page.

The last page said. “If you fall asleep, I won’t do anything.”
Fievel placed them aside. They came in, and then grabbed my papers. I wasn’t done in here. I was pooping a load, and hopefully finish before getting caught.

As they left, they begun looking through the pages, making sure I finished them all. I did not mean to, but I finished my work early somehow, and they even said as they left, “we’ll leave him alone if he went through all the pages.

Knowing I was finished, I laid my head down, but counted to thirty. It was nagging me a little that I couldn’t count to 100 yet. Of course it wouldn’t by long until I could almost count to one million, before falling asleep. 

I looked behind me, as they were looking at my back, as the spoke with me. I got up and then looked out my little window. There was no one out there, as they meant what they said.

I went to a position behind the bench, there was tons of space behind it, as I could place my paws on the floor behind me, and then poop on the floor.

I moaned as I begun to press to poop, and then squirt some with pee, as I held the rest back. I was sitting on my knees with my legs spread some. I was giving myself room to poop.

I moved a paw over my penis, pointing it toward myself, and peeing on myself. I let my bladder empty, as I could feel pain come to my anus, as I placed a paw on it.

My poop pressed against my paw, as it was pretty big, as I moaned in orgasm. I giggled some in orgasm, moaning at the same time, as I continued peeing at the same time.

This was feeling very good all mixed in feelings, from peeing to having poop hanging from my anus. What ever or however you described it all felt good somehow.

They may or may not give me hell, I didn’t care either-way, as I slowly allowed my poop to slide out further. I moaned and closed my eyes as I felt more orgasm than I intended from just pooping.
My body squirt like I never felt before, I could hardy believe I was cuming already.

Either-way it was feeling good, as I squirt a second and third time.
My poop was still coming from my anus, as I spat a fifth, sixth and seventh time.

Fievel moaned as his body spat not quite hitting twenty, as Fievel knew he could only count to thirty so it was good it did not exceed this. Fievel was panting as he lost squirt after squirt of semen.

Fievel had taken off all his clothes, and now was sitting on the front side of the bench, as he changed positions. His clothes were sitting on a heap on the bench.

The door swung open, as it was the end of the day. Mrs. Smith saw Fievel’s mess on the floor under the bench, and said nothing about that at all.

“Get your clothes back on, it’s time to go home.” said Mrs. Smith.

“Yeah okay maam.” answered Fievel.
Fievel got his clothes on, and then headed out of the quiet room.
The janitor would have his work cut out for him today, cleaning up Fievel’s poopy pissy mess.

At home poppa would probably have a sex lesson for him, but that’s when Fievel got home. Chances were good that Mrs. Smith had already told poppa about what Fievel did… again.

(FIN!)