Chapter Ten : Learning her lessons
Lisa James lay in bed and stroked herself very gently. Her recent encounter with needles had made her incredibly sensitive. Even now, several hours later, she could still feel sharp stabbing sensations in her more intimate areas. She gasped as her fingers slid across the delicate folds. It was just after 8pm but light still filtered into the tiny room. She could hear some of the boys playing football outside. Having to be in bed so early made her feel like a little girl, but her apprehension at not being under the white cotton sheets if someone came to check on her was too serious to ignore. As she teased the engorged stub of her clitoris she groaned quietly and bit her lower lip. The all consuming humiliation and horrible sensations she’d experienced at the hands of her young classmates had made her dreadfully horny. She was ashamed of her body’s betrayal but couldn’t help the wonderful feelings that overwhelmed her when she thought back to what had happened that afternoon. Fluid flooded her pussy as she recalled the humiliating exposure and its resulting embarrassment. The orgasm arrived quickly and made her twist and buck on her fingers. It lasted longer than she would normally have expected, the delicious throbbing subsiding very slowly. Exhausted and strangely contented she fell into a deep sleep.
The following morning Lisa once again stood naked by the San door. It was a few minutes to seven. She swallowed nervously. Having her morning enema was excruciatingly embarrassing. Just the thought of it was enough to make her face flush and her pussy grow wet. Her heart started to race when she heard Matron coming along the corridor. As the older woman approached she allowed her eyes to roam freely over the nude “schoolgirl”. The nervous expression on the younger woman’s face caused Anita Palmer to chuckle wickedly.
Strapped to the horrible enema machine with her legs and bum cheeks stretched wide apart Lisa could only guess at what she must look like. Every detail of her most private anatomy was shamefully revealed. Being totally denuded of pubic hair meant that nothing was hidden. Thank goodness the school nurse was one of the very few people who ever got to see her like this!
The waiting was awful. She craned her neck trying to see what Miss Palmer was doing. Any minute now she was going to feel the woman’s fingers pushing into her bottom. Then it would be the ghastly tube. Her bumhole clenched in dread and she swallowed anxiously. A faint knocking on the door immediately sent her into a state of absolute panic. Oh my god! Someone was at the door! No No No! Please No! But it was too late. Desperately she tried to look over her shoulder. The enema couch was in direct line with the door. Whoever was standing in the corridor was going to get an unobstructed view of the secret space between her thighs and widely spread buttocks.
“Who on earth can that be at this time of the morning?” said the nurse curiously, as she stripped a rubber glove from one hand and turned away from the steel trolley. With her neck twisted painfully to one side Lisa watched with dismay as Anita Palmer walked to the oak door and pulled it open...
“Good morning gentlemen, and what can I do for you?” The two young boys stood with open mouths and wide eyes as they looked at the naked woman bent over the strange metal contraption. The slit of her pussy and its’ pink lips were fully revealed, as was the dimpled red whorl of her anus.
Lisa quickly turned her head away. With her face burning hotly and her heart hammering wildly she resolutely fixed her stare on the white tiles that covered the floor. The boys stuttered out something about a stomach upset. Lisa didn’t really hear what they said, she just wanted the nurse to get rid of them. To her horror she realised that Matron had no such intention! The door closed and then she heard the three of them walk across the room behind her. Oh God No! Miss Palmer had invited them into the San! Her blood seemed to freeze in her veins. They were seeing everything! She groaned in shame.
“You’re probably wondering why your classmate is here?” The red-faced boys nodded excitedly. She couldn’t help but notice the twin bulges that projected forwards from their pyjama bottoms.
“Well she’s having what’s known as an enema. Do you know what that is?” They shook their heads in unison.
It didn’t take long for Anita Palmer to explain exactly what an enema was, the boys proved to be very attentive indeed. She chuckled to herself as she watched the “schoolgirls” anus clench and spasm. She couldn’t begin to imagine how humiliating it must be for a 27 year old woman to be displayed in such a way in front of two 14 year old boys. The thought made her already moist vagina pulse most erotically. Lisa suddenly blurted out a desperate “No!” when she heard what the nurse suggested next.
“Would you like to stay and watch? I’m sure you’ll find it most interesting. In fact you could help me if you’d like.” Lisa couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Oh God No! Please no! She shook her head and began to plead with the nurse.
“Oh please Miss don’t let them stay. I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything you want but please please send them away!”
“Certainly not young lady! This will prove very educational for them. I’ve no doubt it’ll prove a salutary lesson for you into the bargain.” She grinned as the young woman shook her head desperately.
“These boys are going to watch every detail of your enema this morning. In fact they’re going to administer it! Now I know what a dirty little slut you are so if there’s the slightest sign that you’re finding the situation arousing I’ll punish you.” She laughed gaily as the helpless young woman moaned self pityingly.
Moments later the steel trolley was positioned close to the enema couch and its’ nervous captive. Lisa gasped in dismay when the rubber clad fingers of one of the boys slid down the valley between her stretched bum cheeks, then squealed as the same fingers pushed hard against the dimple of her anus. Clenching her bum hole as forcefully as possible only earned her a stinging slap. She yelped and then her teeth began to chatter as a greased digit suddenly slid inside her bottom. Involuntarily the ring of muscle grasped the invading finger tightly. Oh God! How could this be happening? She shook her head consumed with shame. Anita Palmer laughed at the anguished response of the little slut. This was just the beginning! Lisa squeaked and moaned and whimpered as both boys fingered the tight opening until it loosened enough to take the greased tube. Once they had forced the expanded end through the tiny anal opening the rest was relatively easy. However the Nurse had to tell them to be a little more careful with the tube, as their subject screamed loudly more than once during its insertion. Their handling of the sensitive hole was rather rough at times but, generally speaking, she thought they did rather well, considering the uniqueness of the situation and their excitement! Once fully in place it took only seconds for the retaining collar, which was now buried deep within their subject’s rectal canal, to inflate.
When the pump started Lisa began to moan immediately. Her bowels expanded quickly and then the awful pressure began. She strained against the straps as her stomach cramped and waves of pain filled her belly. The boys watched attentively as she started to writhe most erotically on the “saddle”. Her bottom performed a perverse circular dance, the movement causing the lips of her vagina to part and slide against each other. The tube poking from her plundered bumhole danced enthusiastically from side to side, waving in time with the tightening of her stomach muscles. Before long she started to moan more urgently. Desperately she tried to stop herself from begging in front of the boys but the Nurse continued to increase the pressure steadily until Lisa wasn’t able to contain the dreadful sensations any longer.
“Please…Oh!..Nnnghh!..Oh pleeeeeease!….Ahhhh! Pleeeeeeeeease! Turn it off!” The pain was simply dreadful and getting worse as time slipped by. No longer caring that she was humiliatingly revealed to the boys she started to plead. Her spellbound audience laughed at her obvious distress. Matron however waited a good ten minutes before finally turning the pump off. During those ten minutes she encouraged the boys to run their hands over the cramping and distended belly. Smiling she turned quietly away as both boys began to enthusiastically finger the helpless woman’s very wet vaginal slit. She chuckled as the suffering schoolgirl groaned more loudly at such an intimate invasion.
Once the pump stopped Lisa slumped gratefully over the metal frame and gasped with relief.
“Now gentlemen, I think this little girl is ready to empty herself. Before she does would you care to examine her for a moment?” They both nodded eagerly. Lisa shook her head and jerked as she felt their hands begin to touch her again. Gloves no longer covered the warm hands that slid along the insides of her thighs. One of the boys grasped a pendulous breast and began to pinch and pull at the sensitive nipple. Fingers investigated her labia, roughly pulling them apart before sliding inside the pink hole. She groaned urgently as pain and arousal competed for her attention. Knowing that her pussy was already very wet added to her embarrassment. The situation was mind numbingly awful but incredibly exciting at the same time. As fingers continued to slide in and out and across the slippery lips of her pussy she could feel her excitement building. She gritted her teeth, desperately hoping that they wouldn’t make her come. The humiliation would be too much to bear. Relief flooded through her as Miss Palmer began to unfasten the straps securing her wrists.
Lisa James stood on shaking legs in front of her three jovial tormentors. Her face was absolutely scarlet as the boys grinned and looked at her quivering boobs and hairless pussy once more. She couldn’t stand still. The spasms in her stomach were really painful.
“Well Miss I think you’d better get to the toilet don’t you?” The nurse giggled as the schoolgirl hurried to the bathroom door with the clamped tube hanging from her bottom. It swung wildly from side to side. Much to Lisa’s absolute shock and surprise the three of them followed and stood watching her from the doorway. She stared forlornly at Miss Palmer but from the look of amusement on Matron’s face she knew they were going to watch, no matter what she said. Resignedly and taking care to look away from them she squatted over the toilet and gradually pulled the tube from her bum. Jets of fluid and semi-solid matter squirted and cascaded into the porcelain bowl. Lisa had never felt so ashamed in her life.
Scrubbing a pan in the school kitchens ten minutes later she could still hear their horrid laughter inside her head. Her face burned with shame. Thankfully her main antagonist in the Kitchens, Lee, didn’t appear to be working this morning. That meant that his two colleagues were really busy, which in turn meant that they didn’t have time to torment Lisa. She kept her head down and said nothing. The hour slipped quickly by without incident. After a nice breakfast she reported for her first lesson of the day with her spirits considerably lifted. Even though it was only a small piece of good fortune it was something! She only had to get through the rest of today and tomorrow and she’d be able to go home. The thought of Mrs Henderson and her cooking and even the thought of going back to work filled her with enthusiasm.
John Cranshaw was 58 years old and quite simply hated his job. Almost ten years had passed since the fateful day when he’d finally comprehended that teaching would never allow him to realise his ambitions. Unfortunately he was an excellent teacher. That fact meant that he’d had the luxury of being able to carefully choose his teaching posts over the years, almost at will. Five years previously he’d recognised the opportunity that Simon Barrow and his school could offer, good money, security and an excellent retirement package. It was too good to miss and he’d been here ever since. Simon had proved to be a surprising individual and the advantages of having him as a colleague soon became obvious. Over the years several of these “advantages” had provided John Cranshaw with some of the most sexually exciting episodes of his life. He was gazing at one such “advantage” at this very moment and she certainly looked enticing.
Lisa concentrated as best she could on the textbook in front of her. In a few minutes she was going to be tested on it. She hadn’t seen the tall skinny teacher before. His beady eyes were staring at her and his obvious interest was making her feel really uncomfortable. Her nipples were very hard. Matron’s cream had made them tingle and itch, as it always did. They jutted against the tight thin cotton of the stupid vest she was forced to wear. Hunching her shoulders didn’t make any difference, the hard tips continued to point embarrassingly at anyone who cared to look. As usual her giggling classmates had blatantly stared at every part of her as she’d walked into the classroom. Her skirt was indecently short but there was nothing she could do about it. A cruel smile played across the teachers’ lips as possibilities revolved in his mind.
It was easy to tie the young woman in knots once he had her standing in front of the roomful of teenage boys. Her uniform, such as it was, did little to hide her obvious charms. She got most of the questions wrong. Having the added pressure of numerous sets of youthful eyes devouring every curve and inch of her exposed flesh made her nervousness even more evident. He noticed how much she was trembling and grinned. It wasn’t really all that surprising considering he’d assured her that she’d be punished for each mistake! Red faced she stuttered and stammered her way through the answers, horribly aware that the smiling teacher was asking her things that she couldn’t possibly know. He wanted to punish her and, although he didn’t really need an excuse, she recognised that her embarrassment was adding to his excitement. Humiliating her in front of her smirking classmates was all part of his game.
“Well well young lady,” he said with an amused glint in his eye, “that was very poor indeed. Only four answers right out of ten. That means you’ve got six strokes coming. Then we’ll try again.” Lisa watched in horror as he opened his briefcase and withdrew a heavy strip of leather. The “strap” was split down the centre, making two distinct tails, and was thicker and much longer that the one Mrs Henderson kept in her sideboard drawer. It had obviously been bent double inside the briefcase. Lisa shuddered as she looked at it. Like a supple black snake it hung from his hand. She knew it was going to hurt...
Oh God it was going to sting horribly and she’d have to endure it in front of the class. But even as her face was burning with embarrassment her pussy was excitedly oozing wetness. She knew she was becoming a shameless little slut but couldn’t help her reactions anymore. The thought of being made to undress in front of the smirking boys was causing her clitoris to pulse alarmingly. Squeezing her thighs together only made it worse. Confusingly she seemed to both love and hate her current situation equally. Whichever way she considered it the week had been the most extraordinary of her life. She’d never experienced such intense humiliation or such intense sexual pleasure ever before!
Smiles and sparkling eyes drank in the trembling womanly curves as Mr Cranshaw had her stand next to his desk. Sideways on she realised the class were going to have a perfect view of her reactions when the wicked strap hit her.
“Let’s have that skirt off girl, get a move on!” Face burning once more Lisa unzipped the tiny skirt and took it off. For some reason she found herself folding it before carefully placing it on the back of a convenient chair. John Cranshaw smiled. The previous few days were obviously having a beneficial effect on her behaviour! He knew what she’d suffered at the hands of his colleagues in the past week but was still a bit surprised at her unquestioning submission.
Standing in front of the giggling boys in only her vest and knickers was horribly embarrassing. Her nipples, already hard, were now making themselves even more obvious, two distinct points that jutted out towards her eager audience. Her pussy bulged obscenely, stretching the thin cotton of the knickers, as she squeezed her legs together defensively. Altogether she proved a most arousing sight as every hardened penis in the room would testify. Suddenly she gasped, then squeaked in dismay, as she felt Mr Cranshaws’ fingers slip inside the elasticated waistband of the tiny knickers and begin to pull them down. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard as her hairless slit was gradually revealed to the room full of expectant faces. As her pink pussy lips came into view it took a tremendous effort of will to keep her hands at her sides. She so wanted to cover herself but knew she mustn’t! Why did she think that? Why on earth didn’t she just run from the room? Both confusion and arousal were swirling around inside her head but somehow she managed to stand quietly as the teacher knelt down and lifted one of her feet and then the other out of the offending garment.
“Right young lady let’s have you over here,” he said, turning her roughly towards the desk. She stumbled as he pushed her forwards, the front of her thighs bumping into the hard edge of the desktop. He couldn’t help smiling again at the panicked look she suddenly gave him.
“Well bend over girl, we don’t have all day!” Grimly she bent forwards over the polished wood.
“That’s it now grip the far edge.” His voice seemed totally cold and devoid of emotion. It made her even more frightened of what was about to happen. She shivered and pressed her legs tightly together.
Excited chattering and sniggering was coming from the class but John Cranshaw ignored it. You couldn’t blame them really. Seeing a nearly naked young woman being punished was very arousing for an “old” man like himself, for fourteen year old boys it must be even more thrilling. He looked at the rounded buttocks presented to him. There were a few faint red lines on the soft flesh but otherwise they were unmarked. Certainly Matron’s “cream” appeared to have very effective healing powers. Even though the girl was pressing her legs tightly together she wasn’t able to hide the full pink curve of her vulva. It bulged provocatively, forming a perfect split peach, nestling just beneath the crack of her bottom. If he wasn’t mistaken it looked as though her vaginal slit was glistening! Looking more closely he realised the little bitch was getting wet! As the aroma of her arousal reached his nostrils his cock stiffened reassuringly in his trousers.
“Right Miss. Six strokes to come. Is that correct?” He didn’t expect an answer but was delighted to see her grasp the edge of the desk and nod her head nervously. She knew she was going to get it, she knew that. It was going to sting and burn like hell, she knew that as well. But she was damned if she was going to plead with him. In front of the boys it would be excruciatingly embarrassing. Resolutely she bit her tongue, she wouldn’t beg, she wouldn’t!
“Thwack!” There was a sharp intake of breath from the boys as the black leather tongue licked around the defenceless bottom. Almost in slow motion Lisa reacted. For a fraction of a second there was absolute silence as the room waited expectantly.
“Aaaaaiiiiieeeeeeee! Oh Godddd!” Then she was gasping and squealing as her hands flew back to try and sooth the dreadful hurt in her wounded bottom flesh. She fell in an untidy heap at the schoolmasters’ feet. He’d applied the stroke with maximum force. He hadn’t the slightest intention of sparing her.
“That stroke won’t count,” he said coldly. Lisa stared up at him with wild eyes. The burning in her bum cheeks was extremely painful. John Cranshaw looked calmly back at her and smiled,
“Get up!” he said sharply.
The cruelly pliable tawse visited the wobbling smooth cheeks a further six times. Each time Lisa gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white. After the second searching stroke she began to howl. The class was surprised and a little shocked by her reaction. They’d seen her punished several times but this was something very different. It was quite obviously much more painful. More painful and more exciting! Several of them were so stiff it was becoming uncomfortable! Tears were cascading down her face by the time he allowed her to stand up once more. Sobbing uncontrollably she pushed herself upwards to balance precariously on her trembling legs. Her bum was on fire, quite literally. She’d screamed but she managed not to beg, that was something.
“Back to your seat Miss. Leave your skirt and knickers where they are.”
In only socks and tiny vest she stumbled back to her desk, treating her classmates to wonderful view of her girlish shaven vagina and scarlet bum cheeks. Gingerly lowering herself onto the hard wooden seat lit new fires that caused her to yelp loudly. Heat immediately flowed freely across her seared flesh and started to penetrate the crack between her legs. Soon her pussy was pulsingly hot, just like her face. She could feel the stickiness that had gathered between the lips of her sex. Her face burned even more intensely, if that were possible, as she felt the wetness ooze slowly onto the seat of her chair. John Cranshaw thought about tomorrow and his cock pulsed in his trousers. No doubt Simon was planning to put the little bitch through her paces. Saturday night “events” were something not to be missed. His mouth began to water at the prospect.
The second set of questions had been very similar to the first but this time she’d got seven wrong! Seven strokes of the leather strap! She wouldn’t beg, she wouldn’t! But the pain as the strap overlaid the first set of stripes on her churning bum had proved too much. Sobbing she’d crouched down at the side of the desk gently soothing her wounded flesh. Mr Cranshaw however had other ideas and he’d immediately dragged her to her feet and then roughly pushed her back over the desk. To her horror he’d then invited the boys to come out and take a firm grip wherever they fancied! Impatient hands twisted and pinned her arms into the middle of her back and then she felt her legs dragged apart. Her shoulders were pushed firmly down and her ankles gripped by the boys. Their hands grabbed her all over. From then on the strap landed precisely on target. Heat of a higher intensity quickly penetrated the crack between her opened bum cheeks sending her to a new level of experience. She’d never felt anything like it before. Howling her lungs out at every searing stroke was only part of it. The boys’ obvious enjoyment of her distress made things much worse. Intense humiliation consumed her but was soon overcome by the heat that radiated from her tortured bottom. But even then, and as much as she hated herself for it, she could feel her pussy seeping with excitement. She was such a little slut, she knew she was!
Lisa squealed and howled in pain as the strap wrapped itself around her wobbling bottom for the final time. She’d had to endure every last stroke, the eager hands that held her in position had made sure of that. Much to her dismay she’d started to beg him to stop after the first stroke. She just couldn’t bear the intense stinging anymore. Her bum felt as though tongues of flame were literally dancing across it’s surface! Stamping her feet on the floor hadn’t helped in the slightest so desperately she’d grabbed her bum cheeks and held on. Protecting herself from the terrible tawse was all that mattered! Words had flown uncontrollably from her mouth, she’d do anything he wanted, anything if he’d just stop, stop for a second, please, oh please, she’d do whatever she was told if he’d please stop! Pleeeeeeease!
John Cranshaw surveyed his handiwork. Lisa was stood in the corner with her hands on her head, her muffled sobs filled the classroom. The girls’ bottom was absolutely scarlet. Both cheeks looked incredibly hot. The surface of each appeared swollen and tight. He knew it was a very exacting implement when applied properly and he’d certainly not held back on this occasion! No wonder she’d struggled to cope! Even now he noticed that she couldn’t keep still. Her buttocks were shaking violently and she was rolling them gently from side to side. Lisa was trying her best to keep still but the intense sensations flowing over and between her poor bum cheeks were overpowering. She was on fire and her pussy was pulsing madly!
“Ohhhhhhhh mmmmmmm,” she groaned quietly to herself.
Ten minutes later as Fiona Cole walked into the classroom. Lisa was still standing, hands on head , in the corner. The Maths teacher gave a little gasp and smiled, her pussy immediately growing wet at the sight. The bitches’ arse was certainly glowing!
“Hello John I see you’ve given our little girl a lesson she’ll not easily forget!” She giggled brightly as John Cranshaw’s face creased into a smile.
“Yes hopefully she’ll be feeling it for a while!” They both laughed as he walked from the room. Then Fiona Cole turned excitedly towards her errant pupil.
“Well well Lisa it looks as though you’ve been a very bad girl. Is that fat bottom of yours sore?” Lisa screamed shrilly and jerked as the young female teacher ran her hand across the burning globes,
“Mmmmm it’s certainly hot!” Laughing softly she turned to the rest of the class and had them to get out their textbooks.
“We’ll continue from where we left off last time. Try the first ten examples at the bottom of page thirty three. It’ll show me how well you understood our last lesson,” she paused, “Lisa you can work on the board as before. I certainly can’t trust you to do them on your own and anyway sitting might be a problem from the look of you!” She laughed loudly and stepped up very closely to the semi-naked young woman.
“Get on with it you little slut,” she whispered, “I know you’re loving this!”
The problems were easily as difficult as yesterdays. Algebra. What a nightmare! Lisa struggled to make sense of them. Concentrating on the chalk as it squeaked across the blackboard she knew she had to get the dam things right. If she didn’t the thought of Miss Cole doing anything else to her poor bum was too terrible to contemplate. She could hardly bear to have it touched never mind punished! Shaking uncontrollably she did her best to ignore the schoolmistress peering over her shoulder. Stepping back Fiona Cole watched the wonderfully red bottom cheeks as they quivered and wobbled gently as the young woman stood at the blackboard. The ridiculous little vest and white ankle socks framed the blazing posterior most erotically.
“Well young lady,” she said, “let’s see if you’ve improved on yesterdays’ terrible effort.” She couldn’t help giggling at the worried look the red faced “schoolgirl” gave her.
Life was horribly cruel! It was even worse than she’d feared. The boys had completed their work with only an occasional error whereas she’d made mistakes throughout. Hardly any of her answers were correct. Miss Cole was smiling triumphantly as she berated Lisa in front of the sniggering class,
“I’ve been wasting my time where you’re concerned haven’t I?” She paused and looked at the very red-faced “pupil” standing before her. Lisa was twisting her fingers together worriedly. Unconsciously trying to hide her pussy from their combined gaze.
“Stop that! You’ve got nothing we haven’t all seen before. It’s a bit late for modesty now young lady! Now what have you got to say for yourself?” Tears of shame were running down Lisa’s cheeks. The dreadful humiliation was overpowering. Standing in front of a roomful of teenage boys who were all staring at her hairless pussy, boys who’d just seen her having her bum strapped, it was the stuff of nightmares. The thought of having her bottom beaten again was just too much to contemplate.
“Please Miss,” she blurted, “don’t spank me! I tried my best. It’s just in front of them and them seeing everything I can’t concentrate. Please please don’t spank me I couldn’t stand it. I’m so sore already. Please don’t!” She felt stupid saying that in front of the leering boys but the burning in her bottom wouldn’t be denied.
Fiona Cole looked slyly at her trembling victim and appeared to consider what she’d just heard before she spoke,
“Take off your vest.” It was an order. Lisa recognised that refusal, even a slight hesitancy, would only result in more pain for herself so resignedly she pulled the flimsy garment off over her head. She was facing a room full of expectant faces so they all had a wonderful view of her breasts as they juddered into view. There was a murmur of approval from the boys. Their classmates’ nipples were obviously very hard, and after all it wasn’t everyday that you got to see a naked woman in only her shoes and socks! They now had an unrestricted view of both her shaved pussy and firm boobs. Blood pumped urgently into every groin in the class.
“Mmmmm…well young lady those tits of yours, that you seem to enjoy showing off so much, are going to pay for your lack of effort.” Scarlet faced and dizzy with shame Lisa stared at the young schoolmistress. It was difficult to believe what she’d just heard but Miss Cole was going to whip her boobs! She swallowed hard as numerous eyes continued to greedily consume her nakedness.
“Come on you can stick them out further than that girl.” Lisa was kneeling uncomfortably on the hard wood with her hands clasped tightly behind her back. Leaning forwards slightly made her generous chest push out over the back of the chair. She stared fearfully at the multi-thonged whip that dangled from the smiling teachers’ hand. The shiny thin leather strips swung back and forth as the schoolmistress tested it in the air. It was going to sting like crazy, especially if she managed to catch the girls’ rigid nipples!
“Stick them out!” Lisa arched her back and pushed her boobs out as much as she could causing her stiff nipples to poke slightly upwards towards the ceiling.
“Are you ready?” asked Fiona Cole in a teasing voice. Licking her lips in anticipation she flicked the “cat” threateningly left and right. Without warning it suddenly “swished” through the air before the little leather tips bit into one wobbling breast and then the other. Lisa yelped but managed to stay in position. Using more force the schoolmistress slashed each soft mound in turn while her subject squealed shrilly at each contact. Then she began twirling the whip upwards in tight circles ensuring that the stinging strips caressed the full lower curves. The “schoolgirl” moaned and shook her tender globes wildly as the imprint of the stinging tails was left on her quivering flesh. Fiona Cole paused and looked at the writhing naked woman. The jiggling breasts were covered with red lines and blemishes and the girl was groaning most erotically. God this was so sexy! What a pity she had an audience. If she’d been alone with the girl she’d have had one of her own fingers inside herself by now! Between her thighs a fresh flood of fluid suddenly filled her already very wet vaginal crease. Delicious, quite delicious she thought excitedly as she drew her arm back again. Lisa’s squeals soon turned to screams as the methodical whipping continued, her breasts shaking and jerking as the whip criss-crossed the firm flesh with thin red stripes.
The eyes of the boys were wide, their attention totally focused on the superb red striped breasts that were now swinging frantically from side to side.
“Ooooooooooohhhhhhh! Owwwwwwwwwww pleeeeeease Miss! Stop!” gasped Lisa, “It’s burning so much!” Suddenly she screamed piercingly as the stinging tips were directed onto her sensitive engorged nipples. She jerked backwards her hands flying forwards to cup her abused flesh. Cradling herself gently she wept unrestrainedly.
“Get your hands out of the way girl!” snapped the young teacher, “I’m surprised at your lack of self-control but don’t worry I’ve got something that’ll help.” With that she produced a pair of leather cuffs from her bag. Lisa quickly found her wrists tightly secured behind her back. Her boobs bulged forwards. The skin felt dreadfully tight and hot. To her absolute horror Miss Cole handed the whip to one of the sniggering boys.
“Now Biaggio don’t hold back, be as hard as you like!” She giggled at her own joke. Lisa looked pleadingly at her,
“Please don’t let him Miss! My boobs hurt so much already!” Ignoring the kneeling naked woman Fiona Cole continued addressing the excited schoolboy,
“Just be careful not to catch her in the face but otherwise enjoy yourself!”
Thus far Lisa had managed to keep her breasts held out for the whip but now they were burning horribly, her nipples in particular felt huge and swollen. As the boy swung the whip for the first time she couldn’t help herself. She jerked her chest backwards the leather strips whizzing harmlessly past her reddened globes. Immediately Miss Cole moved behind her,
“Keep them sticking out you little bitch or you’ll be sorry I promise you!” Lisa swallowed hard and leant slightly forwards once more. Her heavy breasts swung outwards and by dipping her back slightly she managed to present them as required, “nipples up”. She held them there, her muffled sobs ignored by everyone in the room. Suddenly she felt Miss Cole’s hand begin to slide down between the cheeks of her sore and still very hot bottom. She squealed in protest as a finger began worming it’s way into her bumhole. Squeezing it tightly shut didn’t help. Fiona Cooper ignored the girl’s shaking hips and feeble cries and concentrated on inserting the full length of her finger into the tiny opening. Lisa squirmed in shame and moaned as the questing digit went all the way in and then was slowly withdrawn. Her red face and shocked expression proved very amusing to the watching boys who couldn’t help chuckling and making comments. Lisa began moaning more urgently and gritted her teeth as the young woman standing behind her gradually pushed two fingers through the protesting ring of muscle and into the rectal tunnel.
“Nnnnnngggghhhhhhh!” was the only sound Lisa produced as sweat began to bead her forehead. She hated having her bumhole touched. It made her feel so dirty. She closed her eyes as shame engulfed her.
Fiona Cole smiled as she felt the girl’s bottom clench tightly onto her fingers. Lisa moaned loudly as the fingers inside her curled upwards to form a “hook” which forced her to push her hips forwards. To maintain her balance she had to pull her shoulders back and this in turn lifted her swollen boobs towards the waiting boy. His eyes sparkled with unsuppressed excitement as he immediately swung the whip with as much force as he was able. There was an audible “crack” as the leather thongs whipped across the heaving breasts. Lisa screamed and shook them violently as she absorbed the terrible stinging. At the same time she tried to push her hips backwards but to no avail. The schoolmistress held her hand firmly in place as the ring of muscle in the girl’s anal opening spasmed frantically on her fingers.
“That was excellent Biaggio. I could tell our naughty girl really appreciated your efforts, didn’t you Lisa?” Moaning loudly Lisa James tried to force the offending fingers from her bum. She shook her burning boobs and wriggled her bottom but the young schoolmistress simply forced her fingers more deeply into the tight passageway causing Lisa to sob with shame.
The twenty seven year old office manager was drowning in a flood of emotions. She felt dizzy and disorientated, the humiliation and embarrassment was overpowering. Naked, with a young girl’s fingers up her bottom, having to hold her boobs out to be whipped by a fourteen year old boy was something she could never of imagined even in her worst nightmares. And all this in front of a roomful of leering teenagers! The whip stung her again and she screamed. The boys all smiled, their enjoyment adding to her embarrassment but she could feel her pussy literally pouring fluid. It was leaking from her slit onto the insides of her thighs. Oh God what was the matter with her!
Fiona Cole could sense how aroused the captive “schoolgirl” was becoming. She could smell the scent of her excitement very easily now. It was pervading the room, much to Lisa’s obvious distress and embarrassment. As the boy continued to whip the bouncing breasts she noticed that the woman’s hips were starting to roll smoothly from side to side, rather than jerking back and forth as they had done initially, even though she continued to squeal and cry and plead. The ring of muscle at the centre of the churning bottom was gripping her fingers more urgently each time the whip landed. She smiled to herself as her own pussy pulsed excitedly.
It was over, well almost. Lisa was standing in front of the class with her hands still fixed behind her back. The pink lips of her hairless pussy were fully visible. They looked swollen and shiny. Slick with secretions the insides of her thighs revealed the obvious evidence of her arousal during the preceding hour. Her face burned with embarrassment. The humiliation of what had been done to her was overwhelming. Her breasts were covered with an overlapping network of red stripes. Intensely red dots revealed the places where the stinging tips of the leather thongs had bitten into the soft flesh. Her boobs felt very swollen and sensitive, the flint-like nipples burning points of sensitivity.
“Push them out girl, come on,” said the smiling schoolmistress, “your classmates are all going to feel them as they leave!” She began to giggle when she saw the pleading look the “schoolgirl” gave her.
“I know very well you’ll probably come when they touch you, you little slut!” Lisa shook her head as the boys began to crowd eagerly forwards but she knew she’d stand there and let them. She’d do whatever she was told to do no matter how shameful it might be. One by one they filed past each pausing to reach out and fondle her burning boobs.
“Look at the gentlemen when they inspect you Lisa!” said Fiona Cole as she noticed the girl screw her eyes shut as the first pair of enthusiastic hands grasped the firm full breasts. From then on Lisa had to look into their smiling faces as they squeezed and lifted her poor tortured boobs. At every touch she gasped and whimpered but when they pinched and pulled at her sensitive swollen nipples she groaned loudly. Their handling of her abused breasts caused a fresh wave of wetness to flow between the pink lips of her girlish slit.
Then they were thankfully gone. Once their excited voices had faded Miss Cole had her stand directly in front of her. She looked closely at the red striped globes and noted how much the girl was trembling. The nipples looked like two bright red exclamation marks jutting out a good two centimetres from the crimson breasts beneath. They looked very sore and no doubt were exceptionally sensitive.
“Well that was a very amusing lesson wasn’t it Lisa?” She laughed uncontrollably at the little bitches bright red and tear stained face. Reaching out she gently ran her fingers over the gently wobbling flesh. It was hot! Lisa gasped and stuttered out a feeble,
“ Please don’t Miss.” Then shook her shoulders and screamed shrilly as the younger woman cruelly squeezed her tenderised nipples. Within moments Fiona Cole had pulled her skirt up around her waist and discarded her damp knickers. Sitting in a chair she made Lisa kneel then forced the whimpering girl’s head into the gap between her widely spread thighs. Lisa knew what was expected of her. As soon as her tongue touched the very wet labial folds the young teacher started to come. Gasping and squealing she rode Lisa’s face until the glorious waves of pleasure began to subside.
The sandwich was delicious. She was absolutely ravenous. Red faced and hurrying from the canteen towards the San she knew Matron would be waiting. The school nurse spent a full hour working on the girl’s bottom and breasts. It took all of her skills and expertise to repair the damage but her salves and creams worked their magic in the end. Back in her uniform and walking down the corridor Lisa felt much better. Her boobs and bum no longer hurt, the burning she’d felt had been replaced by a lovely warm glow. Worryingly though her clitoris was hard and tingling. God she so wanted to come! The temptation to slump against a wall and jam her fingers into her sopping wet pussy was almost overwhelming, but there wasn’t time. Even Anita Palmer had commented on what a disgusting little girl she was. Her arousal had been very evident to the school nurse who had wiped away the sticky fluid with some tissues. Unfortunately that was all she’d done! The next lesson on her timetable was “Sex Education”. Swallowing hard and squeezing her thighs together did little to slow the racing of her heart. It was a certainty, an absolute certainly. There would be a practical demonstration for her classmates. And the subject of any practical demonstration would be her! She dreaded to think of what would happen in the next two hours but her pussy pulsed with anticipation…