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Chapter Eight : Some difficult lessons
Lisa sat at her desk at the front of the class with shaking legs. In fact she was quivering all over. Her pussy felt incredibly sticky and wet. Having a quick wash in the kitchen storeroom hadn't relieved the prickling she could still feel in her bumhole and had done nothing to reduce the red glow that was emanating from her face and throat. She felt hot, very hot. Her head was totally confused. The orgasm had been fantastic...yet she'd been made to orgasm through no choice of her own. Thinking about what had just happened filled her with humiliation. She felt ashamed of what she'd been made to do. Showing everything to the Cook and her two lackeys, even showing them her most private moment had been awe inspiringly embarrassing but as usual she'd been incredibly turned on. She couldn't believe what an awful little slut she was becoming. Even now her pussy was continuing to throb unhelpfully...
Alan Finch looked at the very red face of his shapely female student. On Tuesday he'd threatened her with some form of nameless punishment if her mark in the comprehension test hadn't been good. His mouth felt very dry as he looked at her paper and the D that was circled in red at the bottom. The boys were watching the young woman in her tight vest and short skirt as they always did. With luck and a little patience they'd probably be rewarded, sometime during the morning, with the revelation of all of her physical charms. Even better, and unbeknownst to Lisa, they were all looking forward to the afternoons' science class when "everything" would definitely be exposed! Their animated conversation in Italian ran back and forth across the room as they tried to contain their eagerness. However a general hardening of a certain part of their youthful anatomies failed to conceal their enthusiasm.
"James come with me, the rest of you try the exercises I've outlined on the board. I won't be long." There was an audible sign of disappointment as she self-consciously walked out of the room behind the middle-aged schoolmaster. She noted the glum expression on the boys' faces. No doubt they were hoping to see her forced to undress or something similar. She breathed a small sigh of relief. At least she'd be spared that embarrassment. He walked quickly out of a side door, across a path that led between some overhanging trees, to the entrance of an almost identical red brick building. The door slammed loudly once they were both inside. A short distance down a corridor and Lisa found herself in a small study. Oak panelling and bookcases lined the walls. A leather sofa, desk and captains chair were the only items of furniture. She was left standing in front of the desk whilst he sat and looked at her. There was only a few seconds silence before he spoke. "You're comprehension test was basically rubbish. You achieved a D grade, a fail. What have you got say for yourself young lady?" "I tried my hardest Sir," she answered quietly. God it sounded so feeble and pathetic but she didn't know what else to say. Her pussy was so hot and her bumhole felt all funny. It was difficult to concentrate. Alan Finch looked at the jutting nipples that were blatantly outlined by the thin cotton of the girl's vest. She was wringing her hands in anticipation of what was about to come. His cock hardened. Her face was absolutely crimson. He wondered how she could possibly endure the obvious humiliation of her situation. The shame had to be all consuming. Obviously it would be even more intense if he caned her in front of her leering young classmates! Selfishly he preferred to take his pleasure one on one! "Well it wasn't good enough." He amazed himself by keeping his voice calm! "So I'm going to punish you." "B..B..But Sir I tried..." she began to stammer. "STAND UP STRAIGHT GIRL!" He suddenly shouted, "AND GET YOUR HANDS AT YOUR SIDES!" Lisa jumped. Oh God no not again! She felt really stupid standing there in front of him. She was no longer an office manager of 27 but a 16 year old schoolgirl about to have her knickers pulled down. The thought had sticky fluid immediately pooling in the crack between her quivering thighs.
"Fetch the cane Lisa," he said, indicating the back of the door through which they'd both just come. She hadn't seen it before but she did now. A thin yellow length of rattan was hanging from a hook at the side of the doorframe. Almost in a dream she found herself moving towards the door then reaching out for the wicked looking thing. It rattled against the wood panelling as she fumbled it into her grasp. "Little girls like you only understand one thing isn't that right?" She swallowed hard and shook her head. NoNoNoNoNo! "Six of the best across that fat bottom should ensure you concentrate the next time a teacher tells you to do something. Well, haven't you got anything to say?" For the umpteenth time in the last week Lisa's mind went a complete blank. Panic and shame and arousal battered at the defences of her mind. She was lost. The realisation that the teacher was on his feet and speaking to her brought everything back into focus, "....so get them off! Come on hurry up you little tart!"
Then she was standing against the side of the desk, her cotton knickers making a tiny white pool in the centre of the rich maroon carpet. "Get over then, come on I haven't got all day!" Stiffly she bent and keeping her legs pressed tightly together leant across the polished surface. Her shaking hands grasped the opposite edge of the antique wooden desktop. He looked at the lower curves of the young woman's bottom as they peeped out from beneath the short skirt. He hadn't been joking when he said he didn't have all day. After all his Italian pupils were waiting for their English tuition. He smiled to himself and wasted little time in turning the skirt up and tucking it into it's own waistband. A soft intake of breath greeted this exposure. Lisa knew he was looking at her bum. Its revelation to Alan Finch caused a further stiffening in his trousers. Smooth and generously curved the posterior proved an intoxicating sight but he was surprised to find that several red lines were already etched on the fleshy canvas, especially since it was so early in the day... "What did you do to warrant those stripes Lisa?" he asked curiously. "I...I didn't do anything wrong Sir," she blurted, "Mr Barrow wanted to teach me a lesson. I tried my best to please him I really did."
The thought of Simon Barrow and what he'd done in the San made Lisa's buttocks clench tightly together. Alan Finch chuckled to himself. He looked appreciatively at the rounded bottom as he bent and placed two thick volumes of the Works of William Shakespeare on the carpet at either side of the shaking woman's feet. "Legs nice and wide now Lisa. Lets have you up on the books." Partially rising from the desk's surface she squeaked in dismay when she looked back and spied the two thick hardbacks. His intention was to make the little bitch really sing. He wasn't about to spare her. Reluctantly she spread herself as instructed stepping gingerly up onto the solid tomes. This new position gave him a clear view of the hairless puffy-lipped vagina nestling high between the open thighs and also the reddish raised whorl of the girls' puckered anus. Looking more closely he noticed that both of her openings appeared shiny with secretions and the rim of her bottom hole looked particularly raised and swollen. If he didn't know better he would have thought the slut had been anally penetrated and recently at that! Resisting the temptation to stroke the displayed charms he slashed the cane through the air experimentally. The resulting sound was quite satisfying and caused the young woman to gasp with apprehension. Her bum cheeks clenched and quivered in dread, the lips of her pussy forming a tight pink line.
If Alan Finch had a weakness for something in life it was his love of caning the female bottom. The obsession had manifested itself in his late teens. Now middle aged the intervening years had been punctuated with numerous delicious encounters when he'd made his fantasy a reality. Exhibited in front of him now wasn't the slim bottom of an adolescent girl but the fully formed posterior of a mature woman. Delightful in it's appearance it meant that he needn't be reticent in his approach. On this occasion his sadistic yearnings would be unconstrained!
Lisa heard the cane a split second before it arrived. It whistled! For a fleeting moment she was unsure if her ears had deceived her but then the world suddenly collapsed into a mass of tortured flesh and white hot pain. Her scream as she grasped her wounded bum cheeks and fell from the side of the desk was full voiced to say the least. Alan Finch laughed, he couldn't help himself, and looked at the writhing woman at his feet. "Dear me young lady! I'm afraid that stroke won't count and if you fail to maintain the correct posture at any time during the remainder of your punishment I'll double your total. Do you understand?" Lisa nodded, her eyes already brimming with tears. "You also seem unable to take your medicine in silence. If I hear another sound from you I'll go and fetch your classmates and let them witness your childish behaviour. Do I make myself clear?" Again Lisa nodded, her hands rubbing the fiery line that was searing her poor bottom. Where the cane had intersected her stripes from the earlier session with Mr Barrow intense stinging points pulsed agonizingly. "Now get back over the desk!" he snapped. Dragging herself to her feet she stepped unsteadily back onto the books but not before he had her remove the skirt altogether. As an afterthought he screwed the tiny white knickers into a ball and forced them into her mouth. "These should help you to keep quiet," he said jovially, "and let's have that fat arse presented properly shall we?" She knew what he was requesting. She'd been caned before. If she didn't spread herself fully for his enjoyment, and relax her bum cheeks before each stroke, he'd give her extra. It was a terrible catch-22 to be in but if she didn't do as she was told she knew he'd just keep caning her. Screwing her eyes tightly shut and grasping the edge of the desk she tried her best to spread and relax her bottom for him.
Watching the attractive young woman once more position herself submissively over the desk Alan Finch couldn't help thinking how fortunate he was. Life was good! He was about to skin the arse off a 27 year old and there was nothing she could do about it. His erection felt huge as he stepped to one side and teasingly tapped the end of the whippy rod against the trembling flesh. Then he raised the cane and brought it down with all the strength in his arm. It curved through a wide arc and struck the full bottom precisely across its' centre. Several things happened at once. The young woman threw her head back in shock as the pliable wood appeared to penetrate and then bounce back from her smooth flesh. For a split second she appeared frozen in place then her toes drummed frantically against the books and her body convulsed on the desktop. Gritting her teeth did little to stop the breath bursting from her lungs. Desperately she gripped the polished wood as her hips writhed from side to side. The cheeks of her bottom clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed as the searing sting infiltrated her lower body. All her feelings of shame and embarrassment were quickly forgotten as the piercing pain consumed her. Gradually it ebbed to a deep throb that worryingly aligned itself to the slow throbbing deep within the crack between her legs.
The second stroke was equally as bad as the first. So was the third, fourth and fifth. Each impact had her hips lifting and writhing above the antique varnish. It was only with a tremendous effort of will that she managed to stop herself twisting totally over on the desktop. He waited longer before applying the fearsome cane for the last time. It took some time before the muffled sounds that threatened to escape the tightly gritted teeth and the tremblings that ran enthusiastically across the wounded bottom subsided. Lisa swallowed frantically and clenched her teeth harder onto the now wet cotton ball in her mouth. One to go! If she could just last out it would be over! Then it arrived with an almost venomous intensity. The pain caused by the final sizzling impact easily broke her resolve.
The English teacher watched with satisfaction as the nearly naked woman rolled on the carpet clasping and rubbing her bottom totally unconcerned by the undignified display she was making of herself. When she surfaced from the mass of pain a few moments later his cheerful face was looking down at her. "Get up you stupid girl! How old are you? Unable to take a few strokes of the cane at your age! It's ridiculous!" Lisa struggled to her feet and tottered on shaking legs in front of him. Burning parallel lines ran across both cheeks of her still churning bottom and she found it almost impossible to stand still. Tears continued to run down her face as he told her to stand up straight and put her hands at her sides. It was so embarrassing being caned by him and the way he kept laughing at her, obviously enjoying the hurt and humiliation he was inflicting. She hated him. Hated his smug smiling face. Hated this awful school. Hated everything about it. She just wanted to cry her heart out. But worse than any of that she hated what was happening between her legs. The fire in her poor bum had travelled quickly, suffusing the crack between her buttocks. Now its heat licked at the sticky lips of her pussy centring itself on the throbbing button of her clitoris. Even though she was consumed with humiliation her level of arousal was frighteningly intense.
"Kneel down." She did as he ordered, watching as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his erection. The evidence of his obvious excitement, excitement that she was responsible for, made her pussy throb uncontrollably. She wanted to be touched. Wanted to feel something inside her. Wanted his cock. His intentions however proved totally selfish. Sucking on the hard flesh did nothing to alleviate the craving in her belly and it didn't take long before he exploded. With a groan he pumped his come down her throat then unconcernedly told her to get dressed. Her damp knickers slid slowly up her thighs and she gasped when the thin material touched her burning bum cheeks. It was as if nothing unusual had happened. A few moments later and with her head spinning she followed him back into the classroom. Horribly aware of the interest of the boys she gingerly lowered herself back into her seat. Heat blossomed in her bum cheeks and she gasped as they came into contact with the unyielding wood. Smiles and whispered comments welcomed her reaction. It was obvious she'd been crying, her red cheeks were still wet from the tears she'd shed, which only served to excite their curiosity further.
Lisa glanced upwards with the rest of the class when Fiona Cole strode into the room. The two teachers exchanged a few words before both looking directly at the red faced schoolgirl in the front row. Lisa stared resolutely at her desk lid knowing without doubt that making eye contact with the young schoolmistress would be a mistake. She really didn't want to do anything to antagonise her. Her bottom was sore enough already! Alan Finch gathered his textbooks and register and left. As the door closed quietly behind him Fiona Cole immediately turned her attention towards Lisa. "Mr Finch tells me that he's had to discipline you for your lack of effort Miss!" Lisa's already hot face went a deeper shade of red. She could feel the boys eyes burning into her back. "It looks as though I'm going to have to watch you very carefully this lesson. Come out here." Miserably Lisa dragged herself from behind the desk and stood in front of the smiling young woman. A murmur of excitement suddenly filled the room. "We all might as well have a look at your fat bottom. I'm sure you're keen to show your classmates what naughty girls get when they misbehave. Well?" The sarcastic voice was wasted on Lisa. She shook her head and started to blurt out, "No please Miss! Don't make me..." "SHUT UP! How dare you speak without permission! Get that skirt off and your knickers, if you're wearing any that is!" The look in the eyes of the younger woman was pitiless. Lisa spun despairingly in a pool of shame then resignedly, for she knew any show of resistance was utterly futile, began to unzip her skirt.
As she removed it her audience began to giggle and laugh. Being the object of their attention was horribly humiliating. Their obvious enjoyment of her embarrassment made things ten times worse. Standing in just her knickers and vest was mortifying. She pressed her thighs together in a hopeless attempt at concealment. She knew that in a moment they'd be able to see everything but it was all she had. The one last vestige of decency left her, even if it was pathetically small. Each time she was made to undress in front of them, or anyone for that matter, the feeling of helplessness was overwhelming. She hated the way her body betrayed her in these awful situations, already she could feel the wetness between her legs and the throbbing of her clitoris. Fiona Cole's sharp voice jerked her to attention, "Come on for goodness sake! What are you waiting for? Nevermind come here!" Lisa found her knickers quickly pulled down and off. There was a gasp from the boys as they saw the fiery red lines crisscrossing the full cheeks of their classmates bottom. The young woman spun her "pupil" roughly around and had a look at the damage. It was pretty bad. The bottom was blazing. The little slut wouldn't be able to take anymore there without being restrained and that wasn't practical or advisable in front of the rest of the class. Even Simon Barrow had rules. A wicked thought grew in her mind as she gazed at the tormented backside... "Mmmmm.....looks like Alan had some fun with you. Pretty sore I'll bet. Well?" "Yes Miss, very," said Lisa quietly as she stared forlornly at the floor, now horribly aware of the boys looking at her hairless slit.
Lisa was only halfway through the first exercise when Fiona Cole, who was perched on a desk behind her, suddenly spoke, "Wrong, wrong , wrong! Haven't you listened to anything I've told you?" The chalk in the "schoolgirl's" hand stopped moving and she swallowed loudly. Nervous tension immediately filled the room. "From now on you're going to be punished each time you make a mistake. We'll make a start now in fact." From her briefcase she took a thick black strap. Lisa found her eyes glued to the supple strip of leather. Her heart began to pound. "A few licks of this should focus your mind a bit don't you think?" She laughed at the pleading look in the young woman's eyes. "Obviously I can't do anything more to that fat arse of yours but your thighs are unmarked." Fiona Coles' sadistic nature had one more nasty surprise in store for Lisa. "Antonio, would you come up here and give Lisa her first four strokes please." The boys eyes lit up and he was out of his seat and standing at the semi naked womans side in a flash. Lisa's face was contorting with anguish and she began mumbling words but they came out as unrecognisable rubbish. Shaking uncontrollably she found herself forced to climb up onto the desk at the front of the class. The teacher spent a few moments positioning her pupil until she was satisfied.
Head down on her hands and with her legs spread the young woman presented a very interesting picture indeed. Her striped bum cheeks stuck well up into the air and everything between her legs was fully exposed. The young male members of the class were all breathing heavily. Shame was engulfing Lisa totally. She wanted to die. How on earth could this be happening to her? A room full of schoolboys were all looking at her private parts. It was heart-stoppingly embarrassing and it was going to get worse, if that were possible. Miss Cole explained to the excited boy that he could only strike the thighs. He nodded enthusiastically then drew the strap back. All eyes in the room fixed to the black leather as it became a blur. There was a loud crack and a shrill squeal from Lisa. A red band appeared across the back of one of the soft thighs. On the second stroke the boy was rewarded with tears. The third and forth produced a series of squeals and cries that moistened the crotch of Fiona Cole's knickers. Wonderful, quite wonderful! The little bitch must be consumed with humiliation. Being strapped by a schoolboy in front of a roomful of others. It didn't bear thinking about. God it made her feel so horny! As the boy returned to his seat she looked at the four broad red marks that crossed the backs of the shaking thighs. The wetness in her knickers grew.
The lesson proved an absolute nightmare for Lisa. She was in floods of tears by the time the third boy had his turn with the strap. Her head was spinning making it almost impossible to concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing on the blackboard. Climbing up onto the desk for the fourth time she was totally broken. The shame was unbearable and the wicked strap was horribly painful. Her poor thighs were on fire. Fiona Cole smiled at the young woman's cries. Halfway through the period she caused Lisa to wish she'd never come to the dreadful school. After another inevitable mistake was pointed out and Lisa began to scramble reluctantly onto the desk the teacher stopped her. "Looks like the backs of your thighs are pretty sore young lady. Are they very hot?" "Y...Y...Yes Miss!" she managed to stammer as tears rolled unchecked down her very red cheeks. "Mmmmm....I thought so." Lisa found herself turned around and backed against the side of the desk. "Sit there and spread your legs properly Lisa, theres a good girl." Lisa realised immediately that the front of her legs were about to be strapped. Her panic levels rose alarmingly. Her sobs became louder and she started to shake more violently. Fiona Cole merely smiled generously.
"Crack! Crack!" The strap wrapped itself around the front of one of the helpless legs. "Crack! Crack!" It visited the other. Lisa cried loudly, her red face wet with tears. By the time the end of the lesson finally arrived she was bordering on the hysterical. Fiona Cole dismissed the boys but told Lisa to stay where she was. Perched on the edge of the desk with her legs spread and her very red and sore thighs on display she kept the attention of the boys as they filed past. Her shaven pussy gaped wetly. The humiliation was all enveloping. They'd all had a turn with the awful strap causing her to buck and jump about in front of them. Miss Cole had encouraged them to hit hard! The burning was dreadful. She was so so sore. At last they'd all gone. At least it was over. "Right Lisa it's time for lunch now but before you go you can do something for me. After all it's only fair after all the attention I've lavished on you this morning." Lisa watched with tear filled eyes as the young woman undid her skirt and took it off, then slid her knickers down her legs. The pubic bush had been closely trimmed so that the full puffy labia were exposed in all their glory. "On your knees young lady," said Fiona Cooper as she sat down and spread her legs. "Now lick me nicely or I'll have to punish you." The threat wasn't lost on Lisa. She quickly pressed her face into the very wet folds and began to lick and tease the excited flesh for all she was worth. The young female teacher came very quickly, the whole situation had been so horny, but kept the "schoolgirl" between her legs for a good quarter of an hour before she let her go. By then she'd orgasmed numerous times and was feeling quite hungry. It was lunchtime after all!
Lisa made her way tiredly to the refectory hardly noticing the boys and members of staff who looked at her with undisguised lust and curiosity. Her bum and thighs were very hot and sore. Licking Miss Cooper had made her own pussy drip fluid onto the classroom floor! She was feeling so hot and horny! The humiliation, the pain, the situation itself had all combined to turn her on to a frightening degree. She was literally sopping wet between her legs, shaking with sexual need but she had to get some food first. After quickly grabbing a sandwich and a piece of fruit she literally ran to the toilet block. A few moments later she was moaning and biting her lip as waves of pleasure coursed through her. With fingers plunging wantonly back and forth in the amazingly sticky hole between her legs she came again and again.....