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 ï>¿Disciplining Young Ladies by Charles Petersunn

   "And, well, my goodness, Clorette's cunnie is once again so boldly
offered for our viewing delight." To emphasize that point Mr.  Peters again
lightly drew his fingers down along her slit.

   Clorette lurched at the intruding touch, her hands instinctively
reaching behind her, to protect her.  She silently cursed herself for
jerking away, as she knew how important it was to keep still, particularly
for a demonstration tape.  Her parents would certainly want her to do the
best job possible, and she imagined they would be disappointed if they
someday saw the tape and noticed how she had flinched.  Well, actually,
that might not be exactly how they would react.  But, in any case, the
touch of a professor's finger on her bare naked cunnie was still so
surprising, so foreign, particularly when he was doing it in front of the
whole class.  Before Mr.  Peters could scold her she quickly resumed her
position and said, "I'm sorry, Mr.  Peters.  I won't do it again."

   Mr.  Peters though was very understanding.  "This is a difficult
position to hold.  It's actually a bit hard on the back, is it not
Clorette?"

   "No, no, not at all, Mr.  Peters." After messing up his demonstration
she was not about to complain, but it was an awkward position, physically,
as well as psychologically.

   "What can help the young lady to maintain her posture is to grab hold of
her ankles."

   Clorette did as he suggested, having though to pull herself even farther
over, her glasses slipping down to the edge of her nose, her bottom rising
up and stretching open even further, her cunt being offered to the class
like a doe in heat.  She could not imagine presenting herself in a more
obscene manner.  Her face turned beet red, the blood rushing into her head
for more reasons than one.

   Billy licked his lips, and squeezed his cock beneath the book.

   Mr.  Peters resumed his caressing, his fondling, of Clorette's cunnie
lips.  "It's really very important during this stage of a disciplinary
session to provide the girl some enjoyment, some satisfaction, some
pleasure.  We must remember the three components of the New School method:
pain, embarrassment, and pleasure." He softly fondled and caressed
Clorette's cunnie.

   Clorette, and Miss Pepperidge, gave out soft whimpers.  Miss Pepperidge
though quickly followed her whimper with a cough as Mr.  Stratton briefly
glanced to his left at the sound.  She blushed at the realization that, for
a moment, she had revealed her rising arousal at the sight of the girl
being fingered in front of the class, imagining that it might in fact be
herself, being so wantonly displayed before a student body.

   "Now boys," Mr.  Peters lectured, "when handling a girl's cunnie, you
want to be gentle, yet stimulating.  You don't want to start off groping
and mauling.  You should begin with a more sensual fondling and caressing."
To demonstrate his point, he worked his fingers around and around
Clorette's mound, softly, gently feeling, caressing, and occasionally
squeezing.  "Unless, of course," he said to Clorette, "You like it rough
from the start."

   "No sir," she squeaked.

   Clorette was not a virgin.  She did not currently have a boyfriend, but
she was certainly sexually experienced, at least a bit.  Of course, she had
never done anything like this before, but she could tell that Mr.  Peters
did know how to caress a girl's cunnie.  A part of her didn't really want
to become excited.  Certainly not in front of the entire class, not while
being videotaped.  This would certainly not be the part that she would want
her parents to see.  But, Mr.  Peters' fingers did feel so nice, so
soothing, so enticing, so arousing.  And, becoming aroused was what she was
supposed to do, wasn't it?  That is what Mr.  Peters wanted her to do, to
let herself become excited.  She tried to block out of her mind that she
was so obscenely displaying herself to the entire class, and softly sighed
as she felt Mr.  Peters caress her cunnie.

   The room was silent for awhile as Mr.  Peters petted, fondled, squeezed,
and massaged Clorette's cunnie.

   Clorette imagined that they were alone, that it was just her and Mr. 
Peters, perhaps in his living room, her bottom raised up to a warm heat,
not from camera lights, but from a romantic fire.  His fingers did feel so
very nice.

   "Mr.  Peters," Jesse asked, from deep in the class.

   Mr.  Peters didn't appreciate the interruption.  "Yes, Jesse?" He tried
to block the glare from the lights with his left hand to see the student
through the darkness, all the while continuing the caressing, the fondling,
of Clorette's soft, white, and now moistening pussy.

   "Will this be on the test?"

   He could not help but to show, with a deep sigh, his frustration.  Why
did students always ask that question?  Well, the answer was obvious.  They
wanted to minimize what they had to study, but that was also acknowledging
an interest in minimizing what one had to learn.  He provided his pat
answer.  "Jesse, ideally, I want you to learn everything I say in class. 
Otherwise, I wouldn't have said it."

   "Yes sir," he replied, sensing, correctly, Mr.  Peters' frustration.  He
quickly wrote down that it's important to start off slowly, unless she
liked it rough.

   Hardly anyone, though, was taking notes.  It was, after all, a math
class.  Somehow it did seem incongruous to include on a math test questions
on spanking and sexual arousal.  They knew it wouldn't be on the test,
although some did write down the three components of the New School method.

   Mr.  Peters returned to the matter literally at hand.  He was pleased to
see that Clorette was not herself distracted by the boy's interruption.

   "You can perhaps see Clorette's increasing arousal.  It's not like, of
course, the robust, full swelling you might see in the vagina of a female
baboon."

   Clorette's eyes opened wide.  She wasn't expecting that comparison.

   "But, I believe you can observe even here the moisture and perhaps some
swelling.  It's like a flower opening up, spreading open its wet lips to
reveal, expose, its inviting, tempting, pollen."

   The boys really couldn't see much swelling at all, but perhaps it was
because they were so unfamiliar with the phenomenon, and they were sitting
at a distance.  They were though at least feeling their own swelling, as
was Sandy feeling Mr.  Stratton's.  She was now taking full advantage of
their privacy by very openly fondling, tickling, and sliding her fingers up
and down his protruding shaft, at times giving the round bulb poking out at
the end a nice big squeeze.

   There was something quite fun about playing with a boy's hard penis
right in the middle of a class.  Playing with one through his pants was fun
enough, but to do so in a public place, with people all around you, was
even better.  It was just so playful, so risky, so naughty.  She wondered
if she could in fact make him cum in his pants.  That would be pretty cool,
making a professor shoot off, filling up his boxers with cum, giving him a
big stain.  Just thinking about that made her giggle, which she quickly
stifled as she certainly didn't want anyone looking over at her.

   Mr.  Stratton was, quite understandably, enjoying their private game
even more than Sandy, well demonstrated by his swelling, jerking stiffness.
He had not in fact ever experienced before a student playing with him
through his pants, and certainly not in a public place.  It was really very
erotic to have to stand there, passively, acting as if nothing was
happening, when in fact quite a bit was happening: his cock swelling
further and further, his balls stirring and churning, cooking up their load
of cum to eventually spew from his cock.  This girl's fondly feminine
fingers were so nice, so really very, very nice.  He would just like to
give into it, to let himself go all the way, but he also knew that at some
point he would have to step back.  It would feel so good to just let
himself cum in his pants with Miss Pepperidge standing right next to him,
her perfume wafting across his nostrils, while his dick jerked and spitted
into his shorts, his eyes gazing upon Clorette's bouncing and prancing
pretty little bottom as his orgasm swept through his body.  But, once the
lights were turned on, he would probably have a bit of difficulty
explaining the big wet stain in the front of his slacks.

   Mr.  Peters continued.  "Now, one never wants to neglect the girl's
little button, her clitoris." Mr.  Peters slid his fingers up farther to
capture Clorette's clit.  He began with just a little pinch to say hello.

   "Oh!" Clorette softly exclaimed as she felt the fingers of the
professor's hand tenderly pinch her clit.

   He then proceeded to rub, massage, and squeeze Clorette's clit, sliding
his fingers around and around as he gently but firmly caressed and pinched
her nub.

   Clorette's bottom began to openly squirm.  She would prefer to keep her
bottom still, but it was just an instinctual, natural reaction to her
increasing arousal.

   "Some boys will go immediately, straight to her vaginal opening,
plunging a finger, perhaps even two, right up inside, paying no mind, no
attention, to first getting her receptive, getting her sufficiently wet for
insertion." He turned to the class.  "How many of you boys have done that?"
None raised their hands.

   "How many girls have had boys do that?"

   A few of them raised their hands.  A few others knew that they should
raise their hands, having certainly experienced an impatient and
inconsiderate boy fingering their cunts, but they weren't about to admit
that boys had in fact been fingering them.

   Mr.  Peters couldn't actually see well past the camera lights to count,
but it was evident that the perception of the girls was quite different
from the perception of the boys.  He smiled.  "Not terribly surprising to
hear some disagreement between the sexes about that." A few girls laughed
in appreciation.

   Mr.  Peters began to rapidly flicker his fingers back and forth across
Clorette's clit.  He wasn't too sure that Clorette would like that.  Sexual
stimulation can, of course, be very idiosyncratic.

   But he was reassured by an increase in her squirming and moaning.  It
was as if she didn't even know or care that she was putting on such an
obscene show for the class, bouncing and squirming her bottom around,
waving her cunt at the boys as if she was begging them to come up and mount
her.

   "Well, I think that Clorette has received enough priming, don't you
think?" It was like he was talking about starting a pump.  "Of course, I
really should ask the model." He turned to Clorette, "Would you like to be
penetrated now, Clorette?"

   She whispered, softly, "If you want to, sir.  It would be, um, okay."
She was indeed feeling very excited, but that was not easy to openly admit.

   "Excellent," Mr.  Peters replied.  "Let's then see how easy it will be
to get one of my fingers in there.  I imagine the young Miss Clorette has
not had too many penises up there before or," he added, turning toward her,
"Am I mistaken in that regard little lady?"

   That was a very embarrassing question to ask a girl, particularly in
front of the entire class.  But, was it really any more embarrassing than
to be bent over in front of the class, your pussy posed for their amused
interested as Mr.  Peters began to finger you?  "No, no sir," she softly
replied, "I've really haven't had many at all in there."

   "Well, I'm sure they'll be a lot more in the future, dear, with a pussy
as pretty as this." He turned back to the class.  "Don't you think so,
William?"

   Billy didn't mind answering that question.  "Oh yes sir, I think it's
really pretty." He even wondered if perhaps Mr.  Peters might suggest that
he give it a try.  "I think a lot of guys would like to take a shot at it."
The class laughed at that.

   Clorette moaned at the thought of Billy mounting her.  Mr.  Peters
really wouldn't suggest that, would he?  In front of everybody?  Anybody
but Billy!  Well, actually, nobody at all, she would hope, and certainly
not Billy.

   Mr.  Peters chuckled.  "Well, certainly William you would want to first
insert your penis before, as you say, you 'took a shot at it.'"

   "Yes sir," he softly replied, his face reddening at Mr.  Peters'
suggestion that he might cum too quickly, and at the laughter that
accompanied his remark.

   Clorette though was not laughing.  The laughter might be at the expense
of Billy, but she was not particularly happy that Billy was being asked his
opinion as to the desirability of her pussy.

   Mr.  Peters turned his attention back to Clorette's cunnie.  "Well,
let's just see how tight it really is," and then proceeded to slowly insert
his index finger up into Clorette's hole.

   "Oh my, yes, this is indeed a very, very tight one," he observed as he
slowly worked his finger up Clorette's cunt.  "I don't really know how best
to describe it, class.  It's kind of like as if you're trying to squeeze
your finger into a package of warm wet livers all crushed very, very
tightly around your finger so that there really isn't any room, but you can
get it in there if you keep wriggling, screwing, and pushing."

   So many cocks in the room were now yearning for the opportunity to try
to penetrate that ever so tight hole, as Clorette's face grew warmer and
warmer, with both the penetrating feel of Mr.  Peters' finger and the
graphic and lewd manner in which he was describing her fingering.

   "You know, if we had time, I think it would be useful for all of the
boys to give it a try.  Don't you think so, Clorette?"

   Clorette clearly felt that would not be at all a good idea, but she also
knew the answer that the professor desired.  "Oh yes sir, um, um, unh," she
groaned as she felt his finger push in deeper, "That would be a real good
idea, but, um, uh, oh!" There was simply no way she could really agree to
that, but her cunnie was now so hot, so on fire, so inflamed with desire,
that perhaps she couldn't help but agree.  Mr.  Peters plunged his finger
all the way inside.

   "Mr.  Peters," Clorette gasped.

   "Yes, yes," Mr.  Peters replied, "it would be a good learning
experience. Perhaps the next time."

   A few moans of disappointment could be heard, even from Clorette, but
her moans were actually for a different reason, as Mr.  Peters was now
sliding his finger in and out of her cunnie.  It wasn't long before the
room was filled with the slurping and slushing sounds of her pussy, which
quickly silenced the class.  It wasn't clear if their silence was out of
interest, wanting to be able to hear every little slurp; or embarrassment,
like when one can hear the sound of someone having sex in a room next door
and everyone gets quiet, not knowing what to say or to acknowledge.

   "Mr.  Peters, please, please," Clorette gasped, but the meaning, the
intention, of her exclamations remained unclear.  She could be pleading for
him to take her all the way, as she was so terribly excited, or pleading
for him to stop, as she was so terribly embarrassed.  And, if you asked
Clorette directly, she would frankly acknowledge that both feelings were
there, equally strong.  Her bottom again made instinctually driven twitches
and jerks as Mr.  Peters forcefully finger fucked her.

   Mr.  Stratton pushed his cock up closer to Sandy.  There was really very
little room to get any closer, as his bulge was now actually right up next
to her face.  If she turned her head she could actually give him a kiss. 
She considered doing so, as it was rather awkward to fondle him sideways.
And, she probably could get away with it.  Who would notice now?  All eyes
and ears were glued to Clorette's slushing slit and gyrating ass.

   Miss Pepperidge certainly wouldn't notice.  She squeezed her thighs
together.  She so very much enjoyed Clorette's current position with her
long lost boyfriend, Larry: being fully bent over.  It helped to press
Larry's stiff hard cock up against her g-spot, as well as to get him so
much farther down into her.  It also allowed him access to her bottom for
some stinging spanks as he drilled her cunt.

   She so wished there were fingers that would go up her cunt as well.  She
even fostered the fantasy, very briefly, of somehow getting her fingers
under her skirt, under her panties, and up into her cunt.  She could, for
example, tear a hole in the pocket of her skirt.  But, that was obviously
much too difficult, and imagine the embarrassment at getting caught in the
effort.  Imagine what Mr.  Stratton would say if he caught her playing with
herself!  Actually, maybe he would even put his hand under her skirt and
finger her cunt for her?  The thought of him doing so made it even more
difficult to resist touching herself.  But, that wasn't really very
realistic, or appropriate, was it?  Mr.  Stratton would in fact probably be
appalled and shocked.  Although, then, perhaps he might suggest that she
receive a spanking, like Clorette!  The thought of that aroused her even
further.  She squeezed harder with her thighs and softly, subtly rubbed
them back and forth, hoping nobody would notice, although they would
probably just think that she just had a terrible urge to pee.

   "Oh my, oh my," Clorette gasped, feeling herself now very close to an
orgasm.  She violated Mr.  Peters' instruction to maintain her hold of her
ankles.  She just couldn't help herself.  She reached over instead to grab
hold of his leg, wanting to grasp something higher up in his pants, but
realizing that would be rather inappropriate.

   Mr.  Peters lurched a bit upon feeling his leg captured by the girl's
hands.  He considered telling the class that it felt like a dog in heat
grabbing hold of your leg, but he didn't want to unduly embarrass the girl.
"Alright then, let's get on to the final spanking demonstration," and he
slipped his finger out of Clorette's cunt.

   Billy could not help but notice a considerable amount of moisture
spilling out of Clorette's cunt with the retreating finger.

   "Oh no," whimpered Clorette.  It was the part of her that didn't want
him to stop, coupled with another part that definitely didn't want him to
resume the spanking.

   Mr.  Peters helped Clorette stand back up, which didn't happen smoothly
as she had been bent over for quite some time, plus she was feeling a bit
squirmy in her aroused state.  She pushed her glasses back on her nose, her
head feeling a bit dizzy and faint.

   "Pleasure is indeed one of the three components of the New School
pedagogical disciplinary approach, but one must not neglect the two other
components of pain and embarrassment."

   Clorette felt like pointing out that, from her perspective, humiliation
had not been neglected at any point in the process.

   "Let us now turn to one of the most traditional positions for spanking:
over the knee." Mr.  Peters stepped behind his desk to bring out his chair,
suitably appropriate of course for such a spanking as it lacked arm rests.
He set it down so that it was facing the class.

   Clorette sighed in frustration and concern.  Being spanked over a
professor's lap would feel rather demeaning, and certainly so in front of
the whole class.  Only little girls got turned over a man's lap to be
spanked, and she was no longer a little girl, was she?  Well, she was kind
of little, at least in size and appearance, but certainly not in age.  But,
at least her bottom, and more importantly her cunnie, would no longer be
facing the class.  She would at least have that modesty.

   Mr.  Peters positioned the chair and said, "Alright then, William, why
don't you come up here to provide the spanking."

   "What!?" Clorette exclaimed.  "Billy!?  Billy's going to spank me?" She
instinctively covered her rosy pink bottom with her hands.

   At the moment Billy was carefully inspecting Clorette's panties with his
left hand, while fondling his cock with his right.  He quickly handed the
panties over to the boy sitting to his left once he heard Mr.  Peters, and
as quickly jerked his hand away from his lap, spilling his book onto the
floor.  He was as surprised as Clorette, and did not immediately rise from
his seat, largely because he knew that the front of his trousers would
reveal a very embarrassing secret.  He groped around on the floor to get
the book back into its proper position for covering, hiding, his
embarrassment.

   "Oh yes.  As I have said, the three components of New School discipline
are pain, embarrassment, and pleasure.  I believe it lends an additional
spice to the experience to have a male peer of the female delinquent be
involved and, besides, it is always good pedagogy to have members of a
class become directly involved in the process of education.  William, here,
has been expressing considerable interest in our session today and I can't
think of a more obvious choice for the final exercises.  William, if you
wouldn't mind, please take this seat facing the class."

   Billy slowly extracted himself from his desk-chair, keeping the textbook
closely pressed against his crotch.  There was no particular reason for him
to carry the book up with him, and certainly no innocent reason for keeping
it pressed against him.  But, better for persons to question its presence
than to see the reason why.  Once he extricated from his chair he quickly
got into the empty desk chair.

   For Billy, sitting in front of the class, facing the students, was a
very different and jarring experience.  He even felt a bit of sympathy for
Clorette or, if asked, he would be able to articulate some of her feelings.
He held the book in his lap with his right hand and used his left to try to
cover his eyes from the glare of the spotlights.  He so wished he had not
signed the consent form to participate.  Of course, he very much embraced
the opportunity to spank and fondle Clorette.  What boy would decline that
offer?  But, he certainly didn't want his hard-on to be obvious to the rest
of the students.  What boy would enjoy that?

   "Now, young man," Mr.  Peters intoned, "we won't be needing that math
book, will we?" He reached over and pulled it from Billy's reluctant hands,
both of which quickly took its place in his lap, continuing to attempt to
hide his erection from view.  Of course, this gesture only focused the
attention of the students on what he wanted to hide, causing a titter among
his classmates.

   Mr.  Peters then guided Clorette over to his lap.

   This whole process had been so terribly embarrassing for Clorette, but
it had now risen to an even higher level of humiliation.  She was now
standing demurely, submissively, before the adolescently annoying Billy,
waiting to be draped over his lap to present her naked bottom for his
close, personal inspection and then even for a bare bottom hand spanking.
She doubted that she would ever be able to look him in the eyes again.

   She at first resisted Mr.  Peters' effort to have her take the obvious
position.  "Shouldn't he get his hands out of the way?" She hardly wanted
to drape her naked cunnie over his hands.  He was going to be allowed to
spank her bottom, but she certainly wasn't going to let him feel her down
there.

   "Very good point, Clorette.  You're being very observant and helpful."

   She turned demurely to him and replied, "Thank you, sir."

   As he helped Clorette get into position, he instructed, "Billy, give
Clorette some room to lie down across your lap.  You will need one hand to
help keep her securely positioned and the other to spank her."

   "Yes sir," Billy replied, removing his hands just as Clorette was
bending over his thigh.  For a brief moment his erection came fully into
view.  The girls again giggled, and Billy's face turned a deep red.  There
wasn't though a boy in the room who wasn't fully erect himself, and a
number of them were now playing with themselves.

   Many of the girls though were surprised at the sight, although many as
well weren't entirely sure that they were seeing it accurately.  It wasn't
open for view very long, being quickly hidden by Clorette's thighs and
bottom.

   Clorette, though, just as quickly became aware of it, not by sight but
by feel.  Very clearly pressed against her left hip was Billy's stiff,
erect, hard penis.  Just when it seemed like her face was returning to its
normal color, something would again happen to quickly turn it back to a
beet red.

   As she tried to get into a comfortable position on Billy's lap, trying
to get safely secure yet somehow avoid his hard tool, Mr.  Peters kept her
psychologically uncomfortable by pulling up her skirt so that Billy could
have a nice view and access to her naked tushy.  "Have you ever spanked a
girl before, William?"

   That was a rather difficult question, not because the answer wasn't
readily apparent but that it was unclear if he wanted to be honest.  Well,
at least he was being asked about his sexual inexperience.  "No sir, no I
haven't," he admitted.

   This time there was no expression of surprise or derisive laughter.  He
was relieved by that, although perhaps he should not have been surprised.
Spanking was not a common form of foreplay among Templeton students, at
least those who had not yet been through a New School disciplinary
intervention.

   "Well, that's a little surprising, but it's always pleasing for an
instructor to provide to his students new learning experiences.  And, I'm
sure you will enjoy this, as I imagine Clorette will as well, at least
aspects of it." He affectionately patted Clorette's exposed red soft wiggly
curved fanny.  "I think this bottom likes the attention."

   Clorette covered her face with her hands.

   Mr.  Peters smiled knowingly.  "Perhaps the two of you can get together
sometime later for some additional homework?"

   Billy looked up at him and smiled broadly.  "Oh yes sir, that would be a
good idea!" A few of the boys and girls giggled at that, but Clorette shot
a frightened glance back at Mr.  Peters, or at least as best she could
while draped over Billy's lap.  It was not unusual for professors to assign
homework buddies, but she really didn't want that assignment.

   "Now, why don't you give your little girlfriend a few stingy spanks."

   Clorette quickly retorted, "Mr.  Peters, Billy is not my, yikes!" She
squealed as the first spank smacked her on the bum.

   Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

   "Wait!  Wait!" Clorette protested, wanting to get her relationship with
Billy clarified, or more accurately the absence of a relationship.  After
all, this was all being recorded for forever and ever, and would be
transmitted throughout the university system.  But, the sound and feel of
the spanking overshadowed her protests.

   Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

   "Oh my goodness!  Oh my!" She kept yipping and squealing, all the time
trying to steady herself with her hands on the floor or the legs of the
chair, her legs flaying left and right, at times having to use a hand to
push her glasses back on her nose.  Billy's spanking wasn't quite as stingy
as Mr.  Peters', but it felt so much more intrusive and embarrassing.

   Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

   Billy didn't help by pulling her tight against his stiff cock with his
left hand as he rained down his spanks with his right.  There was no part
of him now that wanted to lose his erection.  In fact, this exercise was
really increasing dramatically his level of arousal, and he subtly yet
clearly ground his erection against Clorette's hip as he paddled her naked
bottom.

   Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

   Miss Pepperidge was feeling terribly frustrated.  At this point she
would have gladly volunteered to lay across the boy's lap.  Perhaps she
could indeed reach under her skirt?  She was literally at the back of the
room.  All eyes were now fixed toward the front of the class.  Could she?
Her heart was pounding, racing.  She bent forward a bit to see if it was
indeed possible, but she quickly pulled back.  Her skirt would have to be
raised pretty much all the way up, exposing her panties.  She sighed deeply
in frustrated arousal.

   Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

   The sight was arousing as well for Mr.  Stratton, but more satisfying,
as the feel of Sandy's fingers along his protruding cock were bringing him
close to the edge.  He really wasn't too far away from cumming.  He
wondered if perhaps he might be able to get away with reaching down, not
for his cock but to be able to cop at least a little feel of this coed's
perky soft breasts.  Of course, that might be what gets them noticed, at
least by Miss Pepperidge and, besides, perhaps the girl would be offended
by that.  Most importantly, though, it would probably be the straw that
broke the camel's back, sending him over the edge to explode into his
pants. In fact, just thinking about fondling the girl's breasts as she
fondled his straining, yearning hard cock was getting him awfully, awfully
close.

   "That's probably enough in this position," Mr.  Peters observed.  "Let's
now try the final position, with Clorette sitting over your lap in cow girl
fashion, forward position."

   Billy stopped his spanking, very reluctantly so, feeling that he was
himself getting pretty close as well, although fully appreciating that it
would not be good at all for him to have a wet stain when this was over. 
Imagine having that caught on camera?  No, it was good that Mr.  Peters
stopped him.

   Clorette was relieved that it was over.  Her bottom now had a pretty
good sting, and she imagined that it was, once again, a bright pink.  It
sure felt warm, perhaps even warmer than her face.  However, she didn't
understand what Mr.  Peters meant by a cowgirl spanking, forward position.
She crawled off Billy's lap, adjusted her glasses, and turned back toward
him with a confused expression.

   Mr.  Peters understood.  There was a lot of technical jargon in the
pedagogical literature and one couldn't expect undergraduates to be fully
familiar with all of the scientific terminology.  "Clorette, in this
position you sit on Billy's lap, facing him, like you're riding a pony."

   Could this get any worse?  At least when she was draped over Billy's lap
she could avoid eye contact.  Now she would be looking directly into his
eyes, plus her legs would be spread open, plus she would be sitting right
down on, against, his boner!

   Well, apparently it wasn't embarrassing enough, as Mr.  Peters added,
"Let's get the skirt completely off for this one.  The skirt often gets in
the way in this position and so it's best to have it entirely removed and
out of the way."

   With one smooth move, before she could even offer a protest, Mr.  Peters
unclasped Clorette's skirt and let it fall to the floor.  Clorette quickly
covered her pussy with her hands, as Billy was now covering his hard-on. 
With both of them clasping their hands in front of themselves, Billy's
intention in doing so was again quite apparent.  They looked like a couple
of frightened virgins on their wedding night.

   Clorette's blouse did not have a tail, and so her bottom was fully
exposed to the class once the skirt fell.  It looked so cute, the round
pink cheeks peaking out from beneath the white blouse.  Mr.  Peters could
not help being impressed.

   "Oh my, my, my.  You really are a very lovely darling, Clorette." He
turned to the students.  "Isn't she class?" He turned back to Clorette. 
"Here, sweetie, turn around so that the students can see how pretty and
attractive you really are."

   Clorette's face blushed deeply as she slowly turned to face the
students, keeping her hands firmly clasped on her cunnie to at least
provide some modest protection.  However, in doing so she may have actually
looked all the more endearing and enticing, as it was clearly evident that
she knew how provocative and erotic she appeared.

   Mr.  Peters observed as she slowly turned around, "Pretty pink cheeks on
both sides, what could be more sweet and charming?"

   Certainly all the boys felt that way, a few of them were now struggling
over whether to let themselves cum in their briefs and boxers.  So many
wanted to do so.

   Mr.  Stratton wondered whether anywhere in the New School pedagogy there
was a viable reason for having the girl remove her blouse and brassiere, as
well as her skirt and panties.  He would think that it could be quite
useful and informative, at least for some purpose.  He briefly considered
raising his hand to inquire, or more accurately suggest, but then the hand
of the girl would retreat.  If it was a choice between the girl playing
with his cock versus seeing Clorette's naked titties, he would choose
having his yearning dick stroked and fondled.  Still, this evening, he
would be reviewing the New School manual for some clarification as to this
point.  Perhaps he could discuss this with Miss Pepperidge?  He would
certainly value, and enjoy, her input on the subject.

   ,Once Clorette had made a full circle so that everyone saw every side,
he instructed, "Alright then, Clorette, why don't you mount your pony, or
should I really say, stallion, given the condition of our stout William."

   It was Billy's turn to blush now.  It was bad enough to have to expose
himself, even for just a brief moment as Clorette sat down on his lap.  It
made it all the more difficult to have Mr.  Peters acknowledge his
predicament to the whole class.

   However, Clorette was probably even more mortified by the comment of Mr.
Peters.  She did indeed look and felt like she was about to mount Billy's
protruding erection, and she was not at all pleased with that.  But, at
least the class was now about over.  She really shouldn't, couldn't, quit
at this point.  Her mother had said that being a good student wasn't just
all fun and games, and at times you really had to take a deep breath and
buckle down.

   Billy's eyes widened in wonderment as Clorette widened her stance to
position her legs on either side of him, spreading her thighs open to
provide a very delightful, provocative, and inviting presentation of her
precious cunnie.  The presentation didn't last long, not much longer than
his own exposure to the class, but it was a moment, a mental picture, that
he would remember for quite some time: the very brief sight of a
delightfully sweet cunnie pouch and precious slit, and then it became even
better, as Clorette sat it right down on his lap.

   Clorette cringed as she felt the stiffness in Billy's pants, and Mr. 
Peters made it even more difficult by pushing her, scrunching her, up
closer and harder against Billy's hardness.

   "You want to get in real close and tight, Clorette, right up against the
saddle horn, to have the full beneficial effect of the pony ride." Mr. 
Peters considered suggesting that she hold onto the saddle horn, to ride
him like a bronco while she got spanked.  That was another very delightful
and instructive variation on this position, but he didn't want to ask too
much of her.

   As Mr.  Peters pressed Clorette up closer and tighter against Billy, she
did obtain one minor advantage.  She could avoid looking him in the eyes.
However, with her arms wrapped tightly around him, his face became buried
in her breasts, and to everyone in the class it looked like, and to Billy
it felt like, she was giving him her most tightest, fullest, engaging, and
even obscene hug, pressing not only his face into her little boobies but
pressing as well her naked cunnie against the stiff shaft of his cock.

   Clorette cringed with humiliation but quivered with arousal, as she felt
the boy's stiffie pressing against her warm, wet cunnie lips.

   Billy was, of course, delighted: his face buried in the bubbies of
Clorette while his cock rubbed against her hot cunt.

   Mr.  Peters pointed out that, "When the student is sitting this way, you
can also now again see her little curly rosebud peaking out from between
her spread bottom cheeks."

   A number of the students leaned forward or down to confirm his
observation.  It was really quite difficult for those toward the back of
the room to see her puckered rose bud peeking out from between her cheeks,
but those at the front were pleased to see that Mr.  Peters was indeed
correct.

   Mr.  Stratton could see very little standing all the way at the back of
the room.  He also leaned forward to try to get a better look, but it
didn't help and in fact made him feel a bit self-conscious with Miss
Pepperidge standing right next to him.  He wasn't too sure how she would
react to the fact that her male colleague was leaning forward to try to see
a young female student's butt hole.  However, this self-conscious
realization was accompanied by the feel of Sandy's figures grasping hold of
his zipper and quickly pulling it down, along with some coughing on her
part to cover the tell-tale sound of a lowering zipper.

   Mr.  Stratton's eyes opened wide in shock.  He was now somewhere between
a rock and a hard place, feeling the young lady's hand enter his pants to
search for his rock, his hard place, all the while feeling, or imagining,
Miss Pepperidge's disapproving eyes on his back.  He continued to lean
awkwardly forward as the girl struggled to capture his cock.

   It was really quite awkward for Sandy as well.  She had reached into the
pants of boys a few times in her young life, but this time she had to reach
to the right with her right hand.  It would have been easier to use her
left hand but she felt that might be too easily noticed by Miss Pepperidge,
standing so near behind her.  She giggled though as she fumbled around in
the professor's pants.  It was clear that he was feeling rather nervous
about this, and was himself struggling to keep from struggling as she
tunneled and groped in his pants for his stiff dick.

   Fortunately he was wearing boxers and she eventually got through the
flap, grasped hold of his cock, and much to his surprise, extracted it from
its den.

   Sandy now had the professor's hard, stiff dick poking out of his pants
right in the middle of class.  Well, it wasn't actually in the middle of
class.  It was way at the back of the class and to the far right side. 
But, still, it was plenty darn risky for him to be sticking his cock out in
public.  If the girl to her left glanced over, she would quickly and easily
see a big hard naked cock jutting out across Sandy's desk.  That would
probably be a bit surprising.

   Sandy could feel her heart racing with excitement.  She was even tempted
to draw the attention of the girl, just to embarrass the professor and see
what would happen.  She could easily claim that she had nothing to do with
it.  She could pretend to be shocked and appalled herself.  Who would
really believe that she had pulled it out?  Perhaps then the visiting
professor would get a spanking.  But, of course, if the cat did get out of
the bag, or at least if the other girl noticed the cock out of the pants,
she wouldn't be able to play with it anymore.

   Sandy did feel that it was a pretty impressive sight.  Mr.  Stratton had
a really good sized cock, although perhaps most professors were, on
average, above average in size.  After all, they are professors and
everything.

   In any case, with his cock outside of his pants it was tremendously
easier to fondle and stroke, even with her right hand, a task which she now
took to with considerable pleasure, and lust.  She wrapped her fingers
around the shaft and slid her fist up and down its length.

   Mr.  Stratton quickly stood back up straight as soon as his cock was
pulled from his trousers.  He certainly didn't want to do anything now that
might draw the attention of Miss Pepperidge, or anyone else.  Exposing your
erection in a classroom, in front of college girls, and your professional
colleague, Miss Mandy Pepperidge, would obviously be a rather serious
violation of protocol, if not frankly illegal.  Yes, yes, it was in fact
illegal and a very serious crime at that.  But, still, it was so very, very
nice to have a pretty girl giving you a hand-job during class, sliding her
soft feminine fingers up and down your naked stiffness.  He basked in the
pleasure of the young lady's soft, sensual fingers dancing along his naked,
stiff shaft.  He kept his clipboard in place to protect his dick from the
eyes of Miss Pepperidge, as his own glazed over gazing upon the bottom of
Clorette straddled across the boy's lap.

   "William," Mr.  Peters instructed, "commence again with the spanking of
Clorette's bottom.  It's admittedly a little awkward from this angle but
you can in fact now use both hands, as I am sure that Clorette will hold on
tight.  I think you both will experience the tangible benefit of this
position."

   Billy basked in the bliss of his face buried in Clorette's little round
soft boobs and began again his spanking, using, as instructed, both hands.
It was actually more playful than disciplinary this time, as he alternated
with each hand, first one cheek, then the other, but he still managed to
administer a pretty good sting.

   Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

   And they both did immediately experience the pleasure of this new
position.  As Billy smacked Clorette's bottom, Clorette lurched forward,
and with repeated smacks she twisted, turned, and jerked her bottom or,
more importantly, rubbed, pressed, and ground her cunnie against, along,
and into Billy's bulging cock.  She was given him the lap dance of his
life, a truly lustful, obscene grinding dry hump, or at least dry from his
perspective.  From her perspective it was quite wet, even juicy, as she had
become so thoroughly aroused by the fingers of Mr.  Peters.  She was to the
point of so much yearning for release that she naturally, instinctively,
willingly, and wantonly took to the task of trying to bring herself off on
Billy's bulge.

   Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

   "Billy, Billy, Billy," she found herself instinctively gasping as he
continued to paddle her bottom and she continued to grind, lurch, and
thrust against him, desperately trying to bring herself over the top, now
actually appreciating the tingly, stinging sensations of her tush as she
worked her cunt on his dick, rubbing her titties into his face, basking in
the feel of the playful, biting bottom stings as she ground her clit
against his hard, stiff dick.

   The class was stunned and mesmerized.  This was the sweet Clorette who
was now acting like the most obscene stripper.  No, even worse, like a porn
star, openly humping this boy in the front of the class.

   Simply the sight of half-naked little sweet Clorette dry humping the boy
would have been enough to bring Mr.  Stratton off, but even if he needed
more encouragement, it was provided by Sandy, who lost most of her caution
and restraint at the sight of Clorette's writhing bottom that she pulled
Mr. Stratton's cock over to her mouth, and proceeded to lick and lap at his
engorged red bulb as she pounded her fist up and down the thick shaft.

   It was a rather awkward way to give a blow job; that is, a sideways blow
job.  She couldn't actually get the head into her mouth without breaking it
or, more reasonably, without turning her head to the right.  To do so,
however, would be rather noticeable to the girl to the left and to Miss
Pepperidge, who was hovering just above and behind her.  So, she just
licked and lapped at the shaft and bulb from the side, like it was some
sort of a tasty popsicle treat that she wanted to enjoy for quite a long
time.

   Clorette had lost all awareness that she was humping this boy in front
of the class.  In her prurient reverie, the rest of the students were now
out of sight and out of mind.  She was fully lost and absorbed in her lust,
her animal desire, her base fundamental need.  It didn't even matter that
it was on Billy's cock that she was humping herself.  She just wanted to
get off, and it was now so very, very close.

   Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

   She whispered lustfully into his ear, "Billy, Billy, just a bit more,
smack me harder, please, harder, harder," as she ground her cunt against
him and pressed an erect nipple against his lips.

   Mr.  Stratton was feeling weak in his legs.  This exercise had to end
soon if he was to avoid cumming.  Perhaps though it would in fact be safe,
even fine, to cum now.  Wouldn't the girl naturally capture it in her hand?
He felt his balls pull up against his pelvis.

   Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

   Billy was extremely close as well.  A part of him didn't want to cum. 
In fact, a big part, as he knew he would suffer tremendous embarrassment by
spilling himself in his pants, but an even bigger part, at least
physically, wanted desperately to cum.  And, even if he favored not
cumming, it really wasn't his choice, not with the pretty Clorette humping
and grinding her naked cunt against his cock, her nipple poking out through
her brassiere, her blouse, and into his lips.  He clamped his lips tightly
against her erect nip and gladly yielded to her request, smacking her even
harder.

   Smack!!  Smack!!  Smack!!  Smack!!

   "Billy!" squealed Clorette, "That's it!  Oh my gosh!" she gasped as she
felt her orgasm overwhelm her, her fluids flushed from her slit.

   It was too much for Miss Pepperidge as well, and she suddenly,
instinctively, in shock at the sight of Clorette's orgasm, reached over and
grasped Mr.  Stratton's butt.  The more appropriate gesture would be to
grab his arm, or shoulder, or even hand, but somehow, for some reason, it
seemed more natural to grab his ass.

   And, with the sudden, shocking feel of Mandy Pepperidge grabbing his
ass, on top of the sight of Clorette cumming and the feel of the other
girl's nibbling lips and stroking fingers, Mr.  Stratton as well felt a
sudden surge within his loins signaling that he was at the point of no
return.  It was going to happen, and it was going to be big.

   His cock gave a notable twitch, and a wave of lustful relief swept
through his brain and his body as a big glob of cum suddenly spewed from
his cock.

   Unfortunately, Sandy was not expecting that.  She was assuming that a
grown man, a professor, would have excellent self-control.  She didn't
really think he would cum, or at least she hadn't prepared herself for
that. She had never been particularly big though on order and organization.
Her homework was often quite sloppy and careless.  In any case, the cum
shot from his twitching cock out across and over her desk, up into the air
and across the aisle, and splatted onto the blouse of the girl sitting in
the next aisle.

   Fortunately the girl next door was so distracted by the sight of
Clorette's spanking and orgasm that she didn't seem to notice the glob of
cum landing on her.

   Sandy, although not having been sufficiently prepared, was at least
prompt to act once it started and she turned her head to quickly absorb the
head of Mr.  Stratton's cock into her mouth to receive the rest of his
globs of cum.  It was a risky move but she had to act fast and this
appeared to be the only way, or at least the best way, to hide the evidence
of his release.

   And, besides, she liked the taste of a guy's cum, and this man clearly
had rather large balls as he continued to gush and spew quite a bit of
stuff, quickly filling up her mouth to the point that she might not in fact
be able to hide the evidence.

   With Clorette's cumming on his lap, or more accurately on his cock,
Billy as well felt himself go over the edge of inevitability.  His mind and
body were overwhelmed by the tidal waves of relief and pleasure pulsating
through him as his cock jerked and spit into his pants.  It was a rather
awkward sensation, feeling himself wet his pants with repeated gushes,
squirts, and spurts, yet he also found it to be a tremendously wonderfully
pleasingly enjoyable experience.  He closed his eyes, stopped his spanking,
absorbed as much of her breast as he could within his mouth, and grabbed
hold tightly onto Clorette's soft, pink, warm bottom, pulling her cunt even
tighter against him, as if he wanted to shoot his load deep up inside her.

   Clorette pulled tighter against him as well, sinking his face deeper
into her girlish breasts, softly whimpering, shivering, shuddering, and
quivering in his arms, against his body.

   A smile graced the face of Mr.  Stratton as he felt himself spurt and
squirt into the girl's mouth, her tongue still lapping away at the head of
his cock, trying to both taste and clean him at the same time.  He so much
wanted to grab hold of her boobs as he felt his cock jerk, twitch, and
spew, but he at least maintained that degree of self-control.

   Miss Pepperidge had instantly let go of Mr.  Stratton's butt as soon as
she had grabbed him, as she noticed how he suddenly jerked and lurched. 
She was embarrassed, and she kept her eyes trained on Clorette and Billy,
not wanting to make eye contact with Mr.  Stratton after having lost
control like that and committing such an indiscretion.  She hoped that she
had not embarrassed him, or herself, too much.  She would have some
explaining to do after the class, and she did not look forward to that.

   As her orgasm subsided, Clorette collapsed into Billy, gasping and
panting in lustful satisfaction and relief.  But, as the last weakening
tides of her climax subsided, she came to realize what she ha done and in
front of whom she had done it.  It also didn't help that the room was now
strangely quiet.  The spanking had stopped with Billy's orgasm, and the
room was completely silent.  She fought the urge, the impulse, to look back
to see the expressions on the students' faces.  Were they smiling, were
they shocked, were they appalled and disgusted?  Even if she looked back
she wouldn't be able to see them through the glaring lights, but she
couldn't help but wonder.  She then felt the wetness against her pussy. 
'Oh no!' she realized, she had wet herself in her orgasm!  She did not
always do that, but sometimes she did release quite a bit of moisture,
perhaps even a squirt or two, and now she had in fact soiled the front of
Billy's pants.

   Rnnnnnnnnnnngggggg!

   The bell rang for the end of the class.

   "Alright then, students, remember, review your notes.  We can go over
any questions you may have the next class."

   Billy and Clorette could not be happier.  They would be able to
extricate themselves from their tight embrace without having to reveal
their wetness to the rest of the class.  They sat there awkwardly as the
students, almost as self-consciously, slowly and quietly filtered from the
class, the boys hiding their bulges or wet spots, whichever applied, and in
some cases both.

   Sandy quickly wiped her lips.  She turned to Mr.  Stratton as she rose
from her desk and said, "Ith wth good meathgsing yooth, Mthet Chshrtn." Her
mouth was so full of his sticky, sloppy cum that she really could not
articulate well.

   Mr.  Stratton's face turned beet red and he quickly slammed his
clipboard against his exposed wet, slackening cock.  He glanced over at
Miss Pepperidge who, for some reason, also appeared to be a bit
self-conscious, looking off to the side, away from him.  He took the
opportunity to quickly slip his dick back into his pants and get his zipper
back up.  Few persons were in fact making much eye contact, and so he was
able to recover without anyone noticing, although Mr.  Peters did appear to
be smiling knowingly from the front of the room.

   The last student self-consciously handed Clorette's panties to Mr. 
Peters as he left the room.

   Mr.  Peters handed them over to Clorette, who gratefully retrieved them,
blushing once again at the thought that every boy in the class had gotten a
very close look at them.  But, still, she was quite happy about being able,
finally, to put them back on.

   However, when she slipped off Billy to slip them on, she noticed that at
least one boy had done more than just look at them.  Her panties were as
wet as Billy's trousers.