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 ï>¿Swat on a Hot Teen Youth byporterskyÂ(C)

   Chapter 9, Part I.  An Educational Experience

   Ashley's expression was concentrated, her lips pursed and her smooth
rounded brow furrowed as sat at the laptop on the small desk in her room.
Her best friend from high school, Diana was on IM, where she went by the
nickname fabulous D, which was appropriate as it described a measurement
for which she was quite popular with the boys back home.  Instant messaging
one another was as close as was possible, now that Ashley was so far away,
to the kinds of continuous confidences that they were accustomed to
exchanging throughout the day at school.  Ashley and Diana had been friends
for years, and Ashley looked up to her slightly older, but far more
outspoken, friend.

   Ashley was torn between wanting to tell her friend of the embarrassing
situations that had occurred in the last several weeks, of the humiliating
punishments she'd endured, and of her nascent crush on her good-looking
young cousin.  At the same time as her shame impelled her to be reticent,
there was a seed of excitement deep down within her at how she was being
used sexually, and a part of her yearned to impress her more adventurous
friend.  Diana had always been the leader, the one who had more experience
and sought excitement, laughing at Ashley's schoolgirl crushes and her
prudish approach to sex.

   She'd spent the better part of an hour instant messaging with Diana this
evening, and had exhausted her lore of British sights, shopping tales, and
complaints about the weather.  She'd begun dropping slight hints about what
she'd been undergoing.  She'd started explaining how her Uncle was "very
strict" and how he objected to her American ways and was setting about
making her into his idea of a "proper" young lady.  She circled the subject
delicately for quite awhile, but Diana kept digging to try to better
comprehend Ashley's vague hints.  Without meaning to, Ashley mentioned the
word "punishments," and, though the chat window couldn't convey her
friends' expression, the eagerness of her typed response caused Ashley to
see in her mind Diana's eager curious expression and wide-eyed reaction.
D: What????  What like you mean you get grounded or something?

   A: No...  not really.  I mean, they're British, you know...  It's kinda
weird.  I don't want to talk about it.

   D: What do you mean, "they're British"?  They lock you in a dungeon or
something, chica?
A: No, of course not.  NO, it's, forget it.
D: Spill it, Ashes....  We don't keep secrets from each other, remember?

   A: Damn.  OK, when something happens that my Uncle doesn't like he
punishes me...  Sometimes Ralph is there too...  and, some of his friends
once too.
D: What?!?

   A: They're a bunch of old pervs, D!  I can't even start to explain!  If,
like my clothes aren't right or straight or something, or Uncle thinks that
what I'm wearing is too revealing, he'll order me to stand there and
lecture me.  Usually, this means that I'll have to take off my shirt or
skirt, and then he'll have me standing in some uncomfortable position in my
underwear.  He'll do it really slowly, making me take off one piece of
clothing at a time.  Sometimes he says the most embarrassing personal
things about my body as he makes me undress.  And sometimes other people
are there too!  You can't believe how humiliating it is.  Having to take
off my clothes in front of a bunch of old guys who are leering at me and
staring at my naked boobs.

   And...they won't keep their hands off me, either!  Once my clothes start
to come off, and especially when they order me to take off my bra or pull
down my panties, they just touch me however they like as much as they like.

   D: Ashley, what?  You mean they feel you up while you're standing naked
in front of them?

   A: Yes, but the ogling and copping feels of my body isn't the worst
part, the worst is the spankings.  You'd think these guys thought that a
girl's behind had a target painted on it, the way they slap my poor butt.
God it stings and it's sooo embarrassing; my own Uncle smacking my bottom
like I was a little girl.  No, not like a little girl, cause he and his
friends make good and sure to fondle my tits while their big paws are
smacking my reddened butt.  They're like....they do anything they like to
my body and I have to let them grope me till I'm sore

   D: Are you shitting me, Ashley?  You're saying you're getting naked with
a bunch of old farts and your own cousin?

   A: NO!  I'm not getting naked with them!  They make me...  they strip me
and...
D: Wait, are they fucking you?

   A: OF course not.  It's not like I'm being raped or anything.  They're
just doing it to make me ashamed so my behavior will improve.  You know, my
Uncle doesn't even seem to enjoy my punishments, not like his friends; he's
always so stern.  He's actually pretty patient, but he's definitely strong
willed.  But, my cousin Ralph likes to see me like that.  I sure can tell
that.  I can see he's hard half the time I'm being punished, and he fondles
my body a lot!  But you know, I kinda like the feeling I get when he does
it; it's really exciting and almost makes the pain worthwhile.  He
sometimes whispers really erotic things to me.
D: Wow, head trip.  I can't imagine this.  You sure you're ok?

   A: Yeah, I guess I am.  It's no SO bad.  And you know, when I'm good,
it's great.  I get to go shopping and my Uncle is really interesting and
even warm when he's not mad.  Besides, nothing has happened like that in a
couple of weeks.  I think I'm learning how to dress and behave more
properly, so I don't even think this is a problem anymore.  Anyway, D, I
gotta go.  Uncle told me he was having a guest and would need my help, and
I do NOT want to be late with my chores!
D: OK, wow, I want to hear more later.  Keep your clothes on girl!  Bye
A: Bye.

   She rose from her desk and stretched.  The clock on the desk said she
had 5 minutes still before she needed to go down to the kitchen and bring
lunch to her Uncle who was spending the morning in his study writing, as
usual.  The routine over the last couple of weeks had been steady, and
Ashley was confident that she would be able to do her chores
satisfactorily. She went into the bathroom and tidied herself up so her
appearance was sure not to be a cause for her Uncle to be displeased with
her.  She brushed her teeth, smiled at herself and was pleased with the
wide, gleaming, white toothed smile in the mirror.

   She tidied her dress, a soft edged, billowing, sheer blue flower
patterned shift she'd chosen with her Uncle.  The peasant bodice ruffled
loosely at her chest, then had a babydoll flare down to a soft-hemmed edge
which reached Ashley high on her thigh.  Her shapely legs were naked and
she stepped into a pair of fashionable red cloth Converses, the red
contrasting with the white border of the rubber soles.  Looking at herself
in the mirror, the young lady pirouetted vainly, the dress flaring and
billowing out around her.

   Making her way down the stairs to the kitchen, she passed her Uncle's
study.  She knocked timidly on the half open door, and entered when he
beckoned her in.  Pale sunlight filtered in the large window behind her
Uncle, diffused by the diaphanous, gauzy curtains.  Edward sat at a large
oak desk, a pile of books piled on one side, and a pen in his hand.

   "Ashley," he intoned, not unkindly, "You'll find nuts and olives in the
refrigerator.  You will serve them to me and my guest at the table.  Oh...
and bring out the chilled Maçon-Villages.  The professor appreciates a
good Burgundy.

   "Yes, Uncle," answered the girl as she made her way to the kitchen
obediently.

   ++++

   Not many minutes later, outside the imposing house, a tall, paunchy,
white haired, balding, 70-year old arranged his coat's fur collar
fastidiously, before reaching out for the bell-pull.  The sound of a chime
resounded through the house, and after a moment, the door was opened by
Ashley.

   Professor Marquist took a moment to acquaint himself with the subject of
the elaborate preparations he had arranged with the girl's Uncle over the
last few weeks.

   "Yes," he thought with a self-satisfied smile, which did not however
register overtly on his face, "she will be perfect." His unwavering gaze
travelled unfettered over the girl's pretty face and big hazel eyes, her
full lips and wide mouth, down over the lines of the flowing dress to take
in the generous curvature of her chest, and her long, bare legs.  Ashley,
embarrassed, let her gaze drop and her hands clasped nervously in front of
her.

   "Good morning, young lady!" Marquist said, his tone practiced from more
than forty years of dealing with schoolchildren, "I am Professor Marquist.
I believe you should be inviting me inside, should you not?"

   "Of course, sir, I'm sorry.  Please do come in," Ashley responded,
hastily.  Marquist entered into the foyer, and turning his back to the
girl, loosened and cast back his black, fur trimmed, overcoat.  Ashley was
just quick enough to reach up and take it from the tall old man.  Looking
nervously about, she lifted the heavy coat onto an empty curved crook on
the free-standing coat-rack next to her.

   "Please come inside," repeated the girl.  Marquist motioned for her to
precede him, and as she walked in front of him he let her get a slight
distance ahead so he had a better vantage point of her.  "Ah, what a
delightful swell this one has to her arse!" he thought, "It looks prominent
but not too large, no, this girl has a nice meaty posterior, but trim.  She
is top-heavy, shall we say?  And such nice, lean, schoolgirl legs.  She
will look delightful naked and that creamy skin will feel magnificent in my
hands.  Now, patience, old bean," he admonished himself, "there'll be
time."

   Edward had descended the staircase and met his guest at the entrance to
the parlor.  Ashley left them exchanging greetings as she went to make
final preparations.  The two men made their way into the sitting room, and
Ashley entered the kitchen and continued laying out the bowls of hÃ'rs
d'ouvres she was to bring out.  She found the bottle of white wine in the
refrigerator, and, not familiar with how to open the bottle, took it in and
a pair of glasses her Uncle and his guest.

   The older man, she observed, was comfortably ensconced in a deep
armchair, while her Uncle leaned against the mantle over the fireplace
speaking to him.  She noticed that her Uncle seemed to treat the tall
Professor with a degree of deference, whether due to his status or age, she
couldn't tell.

   Marquist observed delightedly the entrance of the young girl into the
room.  He calmed himself, staring at her as she stood holding out the
bottle of white wine and the glasses.  She looked so appetizing, pink and
healthy, and that mane of dark hair, so glossy and smooth!  As she turned
from him to proffer the bottle to her uncle, Marquist's expert gaze
ascertained through her flimsy, short dress, the shape of the girl's
panties.  He decided they were white lace slightly square cut, covering the
top of her bottom with a dip in the waist creating an slight V, and ending
in a square bottom, covering the girl's nether cheeks but leaving the outer
crescent of her backside uncovered.  Taut, tanned thighs, a long curve of
haunch, and perfect dimpled knees, trim calves and small feet in those
scandalous red sneakers.  Well, the sneakers would come in useful, observed
the old man to himself.

   Ashley kept her eyes downcast, but even though she dared not look at the
older man, except for a quick, scared glance at his amused but steely
expression, she could feel his eyes roam over her face and body as she
waited to serve him obediently.  Silently, she shuddered at what he must be
seeing!  Her dress was short and filmy and the provocative curves of her
body would be clearly visible through it.  As, she gasped to realized,
probably the shape of her underwear.  What only moments before had been a
cause for vanity as she prepared herself for the "guests" now caused her
the most hot embarrassment.  "Darn!" she though to herself, "I shouldn't
have worn this outfit!" She knew though that to have disobeyed her Uncle's
explicit instructions on what to wear for this occasion would have probably
been enough excuse for him to do something much worse.  He could well have
ordered her to remove her clothing while he, or worse, he and the
Professor, watched her.

   Edward strode over to the distracted and flushed girl and took the
bottle from her hand.  With an indication of his head towards the
professor, he sent Ashley to offer him a glass.  Edward expertly extracted
the cork from the bottle and handed it back to Ashley.  She walked demurely
over to the professor and stood before him, dutifully proffering the
chilled wine.  Marquist glanced up at the bottle, his demeanor dismissive
and haughty.  The dewdrops of condensation on the cold glass made him muse
to himself for a moment, "now, how shall I go about bringing similar
teardrops from this nubile foal?" A smile flitted across his face, as his
gaze swept from the bottle towards the young lady serving him.  He lifted
his glass.  The girl took it.  She didn't want to spill a drop, which would
have been another occasion for being punished, and concentration furrowed
her smooth, rounded, brow as she let a stream of pale yellow wine cascade
into the gentleman's glass.

   She didn't really follow the conversation between the two men, but made
sure to keep their glasses full, while they talked of education, or so it
mostly seemed to her.  She circulated small plates of nuts and olives, as
well as dainty finger-sandwiches of cheese and cucumber to the two
gentlemen, and observed Marquist's color heightening with the wine.  Once,
as she bent low to offer a platter to the aging professor, she couldn't
help notice his cold glance fix itself on the naked expanse of her
shoulders and upper chest, bared by the sleeves of her peasant blue dress.
Although the swell of her breasts was evident, at least, she thought to
herself, the top edge of the front was snug to her body and covered her
chest demurely.  "The old goat won't get much of a view!" she thought.  Her
observation would turn out to be about as incorrect as possible, for
Marquist had plans which would shortly lead to him viewing every last
detail of Ashley's young body.

   Ashley straightened up as Marquist took a pensive bite of the small
sandwich he'd taken.  Before she could turn away from him, he addressed her
imperiously,

   "Young lady, please put down that tray.  I should like to interrogate
you on the form and content of your education.

   "Yes, that's right, put down the tray and put your hands at your side.
Don't fidget, girl!  Now, I should like to know what form you're in."

   "Sir?" stammered Ashley, "I don't understand what you mean by form."

   "Don't be stupid, girl, how far along are you in your schooling?  How
many years do you have before you go to University, though Lord knows," he
muttered, "you certainly look more mature than your infantile behavior
indicates."

   "I'm a senior next year, Sir," explained Ashley, "In the US this means
that I have one more year, and then I will go to college, which
is...like..." she felt herself explaining lamely, "university, but not
necessarily ...umm..."

   "Yes, yes." Marquist interrupted impatiently, and continued his
questioning regarding her schooling.  Ashley did her best to respond to his
questions on the curriculum she'd studied, how many subjects, how many
hours, all sorts of things.  She seemed unable to please him with her
answers; his manner indicated he found her answers unsatisfactory and her
education, by extension lacking.

   After some time of this, he interrupted his questioning and addressed
Edward, "You know, Edward, old chap, the kind of lax environment in which
your charge has grown up really doesn't bode well for her character if not
assisted properly along.  You've told me how effective your own treatments
of this young lady have been, but as you know I have my own scientifically
derived procedures.  If you could just direct me to where I can get started
in private?"

   "Yes, of course, Marquist, I had anticipated that you'd be interested in
getting your own perspective on the matter of my niece, so I've prepared
the upstairs study for you.  It is fully at your disposal.  Is there
anything special you might require?"

   "Most kind, Edward, I've brought most everything I need in my little bag
here, but perhaps, while I go settle in, Ashley can furnish herself with a
small container of soapy warm water and some small towels?"

   Edward signaled his niece sternly and taking the elder teacher by the
arm congenially led him towards the stairs.  They climbed together, talking
quietly, then disappeared into the upstairs study, a sanctum Ashley only
rarely was invited into.  A fluttering sensation in her stomach accompanied
Ashley's realization that, just as she'd been telling Andrea a few hours
before, the old man had every intention of abusing her defenseless position
in the household.  She was helpless to resist, and she was almost in tears
as she went into the kitchen and found a small basin.  She climbed the
stairs and stopped into the bathroom on the first floor to do as she'd been
bid, and collect two white hand towels.  She lingered, trying to delay
entering the study whose closed doors she glanced at with foreboding, the
muffled, jovial voices within unintelligible.  She filled the bucket with
warm water, and holding a bar of hand soap under the surface rubbed it back
and forth, as the water clouded over and became slick.  Finally she
returned the bar of soap to its dish and washed and dried her hands. 
Unable to delay any further, she trembled slightly and made her way slowly
to the door of the study, where she knocked softly.  She obeyed the barked
response, and entered the study.

   Edward's book-lined, oak paneled study was a classical male sanctum of
learning.  Dominated by a large dark walnut desk, the room was contained a
brown button-leather sofa and two large matching chairs and an ottoman. 
The afternoon light filtered in through slatted shutters, lending a golden
hue to the warm wooden walls and bookcases.  The men looked up at the girl
as she entered, her delicate blue dress a contrast to the masculine
earth-tones and textures of the room.

   Edward turned to Marquist, "Right, then, old chap, I shall leave you two
to it.  I will be going out this afternoon, as I have a number of matters
to which I should attend.  Take your time with Ashley, and let yourself out
afterwards, yes?  We shall have ample time to discuss your findings soon.
Righto, Ashley, on your best behavior, now, you are to mind Professor
Marquist precisely.  Should I hear reports that you have not behaved
yourself your punishment will be quick and severe, Do you understand, young
lady?"

   "Yes, Uncle, but...  you're leaving me here alone?  Can't you stay?"
Ashley queried tremulously, peeking up at the old professor on whose lips
she could see a small, tight smile of satisfaction.

   "Young lady, none of that!" admonished her Uncle.  "The professor and I
see eye to eye on the rigorous education of young people, and though our
methods vary somewhat, you will have ample opportunity to sample both of
our methodologies.  Marquist, adieu." With this, Edward sailed out the
door, closing it behind him.

   As the door clicked shut, Ashley quickly looked up at the tall, portly
schoolmaster.

   "Ah, we are finally alone, my dear.  Good, good.  As Edward intimated,
he and I share philosophical roots when it comes to educating young people.
In my long career in education I have learned that the activity of
punishing and humiliating young ladies like yourself, Ashley, is very
healthful, for me at least, if not for the young ladies in question.

   "I shall require your cooperation, young lady, as I don't intend to run
around after you.  I will remind you just this once that should I report
your misbehavior to your guardian, you will be subjected to twice the
inconvenience and discomfort which you avoided in the first place!"

   Ashley stood rooted with fear next to the low side table where she'd
placed the towels and water.  The man stood, imposingly tall despite his
age, and walked over to her.  She looked down fearfully, then felt his hand
reach out and grasp the back of her neck under her hair.  She was pushed
forward then Marquist turned his hand and gathered the man of chestnut hair
in his fist and pulled her forward by it.  Walking towards the ottoman,
Marquist pulled the girl along by her hair.  "Take off your shoes," he
commanded.  Ashley, partly suspended by the hand in holding her hair
crooked one leg then the other up and pushed the red Converses off her
heels and on to the floor.

   "Pick them up and put them on the sidetable!" ordered Marquist, leaving
her slack in his grip so she could bend with a sideways twist to pick up
the shoes and put them on the table.

   As the tall man held the girl's chestnut mane securely in his palm, he
sternly delivered a practiced lecture, which made the terrified girl,
already aghast at being grabbed and secured with such lack of deference,
quake.

   "Ashley, it is clear to me from your demeanor and your very own report
of your studies," lectured the Professor, "that you have not been taught
the mental discipline and sacrifice required to apply yourself diligently
to becoming a well rounded young lady!"

   "Edward and I share, as he mentioned to you, the philosophy that this
sort of lackadaisical attitude must be nipped in the bud, and I for one am
a strong proponent of the effectiveness of humiliation in retraining
wayward young ladies.

   "Let me ask you, Ashley, what would you say is the best source of
humiliation for a young teen-aged woman, like yourself, on the cusp of
womanhood and its responsibilities, but still self-indulgent like a child?

   Ashley, whimpered, her wide, doe-eyes looking frightened at the man
holding her.  Marquist smiled cruelly at her, and went on lecturing.

   "You are silent on this matter are you, little one?  Well, I shall
enlighten you!  A girl like you, just growing into and getting to know her
own budding womanhood, believing she alone is the master of her newly found
femininity?  Why, it's simple.  The subjugation and usurpation of her body
by her teacher, the realization that her body belongs not to herself but to
those men older than her to who she owes respect and obedience, that is the
most effective way of instilling shame in a nubile girl like you.

   "And that, young lady, is exactly what I intend to do to you in the
uninterrupted hours ahead of us.  You will find, Ashley, that I will come
to know and command your womanly charms more comprehensively than you do
yourself!

   "Now, kneel on the ottoman young lady, for I'm ready to examine your
ripe but still green womanliness."

   Ashley, trembling, felt herself pushed towards the low ottoman. 
Following his certain lead, like a horse with no choice as to what motions
to enact under the guidance of a confident rider, she leaned onto the low
cushioned pedestal, positioning one knee on it, then the other.

   Releasing her hair after she'd climbed up, Marquist stepped back to have
a better overall view of the girl.  He walked around her, his gaze
travelling up her long, bare legs.

   "You may have come to believe, Ashley, that your delightful figure gives
you a certain power over men who are obviously drawn to it.  You will find,
though, that the very attributes you are so proud of, your slim, long legs,
your ripe full bust, the womanly swell of your bottom and your lovely face,
all these are merely more reason for your educators to take their own
delight in having their way with you.

   "Now, grasp the hem of your little dress, young lady, and pull it up all
the way above your waist.  Let's get a look of the underwear you'll soon be
removing, shall we?"

   Ashley, hesitated, frozen in place with fear.  She looked up quickly as
she saw Marquist stride over to the desk.  He picked up one of her
Converses and quickly moved to her side.  He turned the sneaker so that the
toe was held firmly in his grip, the sole of the shoe pointed outwards."

   "You will find that lack of total and immediate obedience will not be
tolerated, young lady!"

   Grasping her by her hair again, Marquist pushed Ashley's head down,
making her bend forward at the waist and causing her bottom to thrust
backward and the dress to ride up to the very top of her legs.

   Ashley's trainer, firmly in her tormentor's rose in a long arc to the
height of his shoulder, and Marquist expertly brought the springy rubber
sole down hard on the bare flesh at the very top rear of her thighs.

   As Ashley shrieked and squirmed vainly in the man's grip, he calmly
spoke to the girl, while raising the shoe again.

   "Your disobedience, Ashley, is of no consequence to me, as I am more
than happy to provide your naughty, naked thighs some motivation.

   The shoe slapped stingingly into her other leg, and Ashley again cried
out and rocked her body forward, shuffling the smacked thigh forward, only
to receive another smack on the other leg.  Marquist continued alternating
between her thighs as the distressed girl whimpered and shuffled
ineffectively.

   "You will, ...  SMACK, ...  be raising your skirt, SMACK, for me in a
moment, girl!  Only due to your hesitation the backs of your thighs will
have a very, SMACK, red, SMACK, likeness of the bottom of your shoe to
decorate them."

   Marquist observed how the distressed girl's full posterior bounced
around, her filmy skirt swishing up and down wildly as her creamy, soft
thighs became suffused first with a pale pinkness, then as he continued the
rhythmic slap of rubber against girl-flesh, impervious to Ashley's piteous
cries and whimpers, deepening to a corona of suffused redness surrounding,
on each leg, a deep red mark in the shape of Ashley's own footwear.

   Marquist had to force himself to stop, reminding himself that he must
pace things, and that he would have plenty of occasion to continue
punishing his delightful plaything shortly.

   "And now, girl!" he barked, releasing his hold of her, "You will raise
your skirt above your waist, as ordered!" Ashley quickly grasped the lower
hem of the flimsy blue dress and pulled it up, baring herself from just
below her belly button.  She held the hem up just below her shoulders,
obeying as well as she could.

   From behind, Marquist leisurely examined the body the docile girl was
just starting to show him.  Her long back was bare from the midriff down,
tapering to a narrow waist, then quickly flaring at her girlish hips which
were only half covered by a pair of ruffle-edged, white lace panties with
an ornamental sprinkling of printed green flowers.

   Under the thin panties' lower hem, Marquist delighted to note Ashley's
prominent, full pale bottom cheeks, the skin goose dimpling in
embarrassment, taut and firmly rounded.  Her legs were shapely and well
rounded, each thigh graced with the angry pink bloom of her punishment.  As
Ashley leaned on her knees on the ottoman, she tried to keep her legs
closely pressed together, causing the full cheeks of her buttocks to clench
visibly under the thin lace of her panties.  Marquist walked around the
girl, unapologetically staring at the nubile your body on display for him.

   Under the dress Ashley obediently held up to her midriff, her gently
swelling belly curved sleekly into her dainty panties.  Marquist came
around to her front, and Ashley watched the older man stare at the swell of
her pubis under the lace.  Casually, he brought one hand up to smooth and
pet the dark mane of Ashley's hair.  Ashley gasped as she felt his other
hand cup the lower curve of her breast, hefting the full globe and giving
it a series of pulsing squeezes.  Bending down before the girl he ordered,
"Arch your back Ashley!  Thrust out your bosom for me." Ashley quickly did
as she was told, and Marquist's hand shifted its grip on her heavy breast,
fingers splaying over its surface and grasping and sinking into her soft
orb.  His other hand traced the curve of her bare lower belly, making its
way over her trembling soft skin, tracing down then playing with the
elastic band of the top of her panties.  Ashley held her breath, as she
waited fearfully.  Would he slip his fingers inside her panties, oh god,
she would die!

   Marquists fingers continued their trajectory however, over the edge of
her panties, and his fingertips travelled down the lace front of her
pudendum.  Marquist reveled in the feel of his ripe plaything's heavy tit.
The swelling heaviness was soft and pliant, under a thin cotton covering
and a nicely textured lace underwire bra.  His other hand stroked the
girl's swelling mons and Marquist could feel the cushion of her pubic hair,
and where it stopped and yielded to a soft, swelling bifurcation.  The girl
whimpered.  Marquist's fingers traced the swell of Ashley's nether lips
possessively.

   "As you can tell, Ashley," intoned the man as he squeezed the girl's
captive breast and toyed with her crotch, "these lovely and delicate
garments you are wearing, will only provide a brief dalliance.  Make no
mistake, you little tart, that I intend to handle your big boobs, and your
ripe cunt thoroughly, first over these decorative niceties, and then
entirely, naked, not a shred of clothing on you!"

   Ashley closed her eyes in mortification.  She felt the old man's slow,
unhurried, groping.  Damn him!  He knew he had all the time in the world.
Her right breast felt warm and full, as the professor's hand squeezed and
hefted it as if her boob were a fruit he was considering buying at the
market.  Worse than that was what he was doing at her pussy!  She squirmed
as she felt his fingers trace back and forth over each sensitive labium,
which she felt involuntarily growing slicker.  She knew he could feel the
dampness coming from her.  She blushed, and a little whimper escaped her
lips.

   "Ashley, raise your arms above your head.  It is time to take your dress
off, so I can see you in you panties and bra!"

   She did as she was ordered, the dress falling down over her middle, his
hand still under it.  Grasping the hem of her dress, Marquist swiftly
pulled it off her roughly.

   "Put your hands behind your head.  Display yourself properly!" chided
the professor.  Ashley raised her hands and clasped them behind her head.
Marquist's palm smacked casually across her pantied bottom, his hand amply
covering both of her bottom cheeks.  "Thrust, filly!" He commanded.  Ashley
curved her spine as he pulled her shoulders back, causing her to push out
her bottom and her breasts.

   "Open your legs a bit, titmouse!" Ashley gasped at the use of the
humiliating term.  Her Uncle must have told Marquist about this!  She was
so embarrassed that the two men had conferred, Edward telling the older
disciplinarian how her body reacted when her breasts were stimulated.

   "Oh, yes, titmouse," smiled Marquist as he placed both hands over her
breasts, feeling the lacy brassiere covering the plentiful swelling
breasts, as they heaved to Ashley's distressed breathing.  "Edward has been
kind enough to share some notes about you with me, so as to most
propitiously advance your education."

   Moving to one side of her, while keeping one hand on her breast,
Marquist's fingers traced across the pendulous globe, quickly finding the
hard protrusions of Ashley's nipple.  His fingers traced the circumference
of her lace-covered areola, then flicked across the bud of her nipple. 
Ashley felt her nipple rise shamefully, as if asking for more torment,
which Marquist was happy to oblige her with.  His thumb and first finger
closed softly on her stiffening nub, then pinched it harder.  She felt her
nipple being squeezed, then pulled, and felt her nipple engorge and stiffen
further under the teasing.  Sparks of heat and stinging radiated from her
tit-tips, and shot down her stomach.  She felt the sensation root between
her legs.

   "Your tits, Ashley," commented the old man as his hands roved freely
over Ashley's lace covered globes, "are exemplary.  Just what one likes to
see in a slim young woman like yourself, nice and fat, round and
upstanding." Ashley blushed as the lecherous old man felt her up through
the delicate lace of her bra, once again finding her large, springy
nipples. He pinched the tender buds eliciting a sharp intake of breath from
the captive girl.  "One does like a girl with thick, big nipples like
yours, young lady.  So much easier to grip and tug on than some girls
meager tit tips, but not you, eh Ashley?" Both fingers gripped Ashley's
nipples through her bra and Marquist pulled and tweaked the morsels
painfully, watching Ashley's shoulders and hips writhe.  He rubbed the
captive nubbins feeling the scratchy black lace abrade the girls' sensitive
flesh.

   Marquist delighted in observing the deep dÃ(C)colletage of his young
victim, and smiled inwardly at his luck.  "Stacked and submissive" he
thought to himself.  Rarely had he had the occasion to handle tits as full
and big as Ashley's, save for on occasion some chubby pupil with fat
hanging dugs.  This girl however, was first rate and he delighted in
imagining what she would look like once he'd stripped her completely.

   Marquists' hand dropped behind the girl and came to rest proprietarily
cupping her pantied bottom.  He squeezed her full cheek.  Ashley realized
her bottom was churning under the stimulation to her nipple, but couldn't
help it, her bottom shifted and swayed, her hips gyrating, the pulses of
sensation from her tormented nipple shooting through her, forcing her to
squirm and push her bottom into the old lecher's groping hand.

   Marquist laughed, and casually swatted the bottom cheek he was holding,
then went back to caressing her posterior globe.  The girl's delightful,
full buttocks, pushed into his palm involuntarily.

   "Your nipples, just as reported, titmouse, are nice and sensitive,
aren't they.  And when I pinch them like this," he said, giving her captive
nipple a strong squeeze, "your naughty bottom..." Another SMACK across her
ass cheek.  "Can't help but get involved in the rhythm, can it?"

   As Ashley moaned and whimpered, the old man took his pleasure tweaking
her nipple, pulling and squeezing it through the pale green lace of her bra
cup, as his other hand caressed the curves of her plump bottom cheek.

   Marquist observed the squirming girl with delight.  As she trembled on
her knees before him, hands behind her head, her spectacular, fat,
youthfully upstanding, breast jiggled in the strong grip he held her nipple
in.  Her bottom cheeks danced deliciously under their boy-cut lacy,
translucent panties.

   "For our next game, titmouse, I need you to put your hands down on the
ottoman as well.  That's right, on all fours.  Spread those legs a bit
wider, we'll have no false modesty, as you'll be showing me your cunt very
soon.  Do you understand, Ashley, that you will be made to show your naked
pussy to me?  I shall examine your coral lips and your vagina, and I
certainly hope you've done a proper job of depilating yourself.  Bald
cunnies are so much more appealing.  Do you understand?"

   "Oh, yes, sir" Ashley responded reluctantly.  She watched Marquist go to
the desk and fetch the basin of water and the handtowel Ashley had
prepared. He placed the basin on the ottoman, between her hands and knees.
As she posed on hands and knees there, her breasts hanging down, Marquist
pushed the small of her back down causing her to curve and thrust her
backside out.  She watched him dip the handtowel in the basin and draw the
dripping cloth out.  He draped the soaking handtowel over her outthrust
bottom, and Ashley felt rivulets stream between her bottom cheeks and
between her legs, and down the rear of her thighs.

   "Not only does this wetting down of your bottom render your panties
transparent," mused Marquist, "delightfully revealing your full rounded
bottom, but also it will lend a crisp sting and a most satisfying sound to
the spanking your are about to receive, Ashley!  I feel it is important
that a young lady feel the full effects of her bottom spanking with a
minimum of discomfort to her educator.  I'm sure you agree.  And the
transparency of your little panties will help me to even out the redness on
your bottom as it gets smacked.  We don't want your rear to be splotchy and
unsightly, now do we?  No, we want a nice even coverage of spanks bringing
a uniform rosy glow to those naughty female cheeks.

   "But before you are thoroughly spanked, a few adjustments are required
to your dress.  A girl must be properly stripped for a spanking, do you not
agree?" Marquist returned the towel to the basin.  His hand came up, and
Ashley felt him undo the catch of her bra.  She shuddered as she felt the
delicate last covering her breasts had being pulled away, and the bra
pooled limply around her wrists.

   Marquist took up the wet towel and applied it to the side of one of the
helpless girl's plump hanging breasts.  He used it to thoroughly soak
Ashley's pendulous breast, rubbing the toweling roughly over her now naked
globe, first scrubbing the towling against the side of her pendulous boob,
then arcing over its lower curve, finally using it on the downpointing,
fright-tensed nipples.  Ashley felt the moist but rough towel scrub her
tender, sensitive tit tips, the nipple hardening and lengthening as the
towel scraped her.  She felt the stimulation shoot from her nipples through
her stomach and spark in her groin.  Her eyes closed in humiliation, and
she quickly tried to still the churning motion starting in her damp bottom.

   Marquist observed the effect on the poor girl, noting how the
stimulation of her nipples caused her bottom to involuntarily dance about.
He smiled to himself and, rewetting the towel, applied it to the girl's
other bare breast, subjecting that nipple as well to a thorough scrubbing
and watching it redden, tense and puff up, the central nub hardening and
lengthening.

   "Your bare breasts are quite a fetching handful, titmouse," mused
Marquist.  I would say it is time for me to get well acquainted with your
boobs.  The old man put down the towel and fixed his gaze on the poor girl
before him.  Obediently arched on all fours, her breasts hung down--ready,
he thought to himself with amusement, to be milked like a helpless
girl-calf.  With this image amusedly in mind, Marquist reached under the
girl to grasp one heavy breast in each hand.

   His fingers encircled the base of Ashley's hanging boobs and slowly but
firmly squeezed and coursed down her globe from base to tip.  His palms
cupped the lowest curve of her breasts, the nipples hard against his palms,
then his fingertips traced the bottom of her breasts until coming to her
tensed nipples.  They closed firmly on the twin buds and Marquist tugged
strongly on Ashley's nipples, watching her full breasts stretch and
lengthen.  The springy nipples elongated marvelously, flattening and
stretching to twice their normal length.  The girl moaned, and a shudder
ran through her hips and caused her bottom cheeks to tremble.

   Tugging on Ashley's nipples, Marquist lectured the girl, "Willful young
women such as yourself, Ashley, need to be reminded of their place!  You
see, it is easy for an attractive girl like you to get attention from boys
and come to believe that you have the upper hand, doling out access to your
pretty little body as you see fit." Again, Marquist's hands grasped the
base of Ashley's exposed boobs and repeated their travel down to her
nipples which he pinched viciously.  The girl winced and whimpered as she
felt her stretched out tit-tips imprisoned and pulled.  Her bottom clenched
and released with the tension.  She knew her bottom was dancing back and
forth, but the pressure and tension between her legs was unbearable.  A
tear came to her eye.  That was why her Uncle had nicknamed her "titmouse"
she knew.  Her nipples were her most erogenous zone and she couldn't
control her reaction when they were stimulated!  The pain in her boobs was
intense, but it immediately caused her cunny lips to get wet and slick. 
She could feel the dampness and the moist sliding feeling between her legs
as her hips churned and her lips rubbed against each other.

   Marquist continued.  "It's very important, titmouse, that we teach you
proper subservience and dispel these notions of grandeur.  As you can feel,
you are just an obedient little cow whose swollen udders are ripe for
milking.  These creamy, white, full tits need a good working over, your
nipples need thorough pinching," Ashley exhaled and moaned as Marquist
compressed her springy nipples in his fingers and a jolt shot through her
breasts and settled between her legs.  "...  and tugging," continued
Marquist.  The man observed Ashley's soft bottom quiver.  He smiled as he
tugged repeatedly on the girl's nipples and observed the tremors in her
soft ass cheeks, revealed through the wet transparent cream colored
panties. He released one breast tip while continuing to pinch and pull the
other.  He raised his arm to shoulder level and flattened his palm tensing
it.  Timing the stroke so it coincided with a strong pinch to Ashley's
imprisoned nipple, he brought his palm down on the center of one soft ass
cheek.  The smack resounded noisily through the room as Ashley's bottom
cheek flattened under the impact.  He watched the ripples travel through
her soft, wide, feminine bottom, as if in slow motion.  Beneath the
delicate material of her panties, a pale pink splotch formed on her white
ass cheek.  Marquist grabbed her other breast roughly, palming the delicate
globe.  "We can't ignore this warm puppy tit, now can we little girl?" He
groped and squeezed that bare breast, then his fingers found that nipple.
Slowly and cruelly, he increased the tightness of his grip on Ashley's
nipple, squeezing and crushing it, then slowly pulling it down, away from
her body.  Ashley arched her chest down further to ease the pain of having
her boob stretched out, which caused her bottom to thrust out further.

   Marquists' arm went up again and his palm fell, delivering another
strong smack to Ashley's alternate bottom cheek.  She felt the strong
stinging in the center of each of her tender bottom cheeks, then felt the
old man's palm cup her bottom and squeeze and pat her helpless cheeks.

   "You see, young lady, how very necessary it is for a girl like you to
have her breasts milked!  Clearly your little backside needs a bit more
attention, as evidenced by how it is trying to draw notice to itself by
dancing around.  Those first few smacks are just a little warm up for the
good long over the knee spanking you are to receive, little one.  I should
say it is time to bare your bottom in preparation for giving it some nice
deep color!"

   Ashley felt one of the man's hands grasp one breast possessively.  His
other hand hooked into the waistband of her panties.  Ashley gasped as she
realized that the old man was about to pull her panties down!

   "There is nothing to remind a young lady of her proper position,"
lectured the old scholar, "than the realization that the last vetiges of
her modesty are to be taken from her.  Yes, even these damp transparent
underthings you are wearing Ashley, may give you the illusion that access
to your ripe young body is still yours to control.  Nothing like pulling
down a girls panties and baring her bottom, as if she were a naughty child,
to drive home to her the reality of her predicament.  Yes, Ashley, as I
pull down your panties your delightful pink bottom will be totally at my
mercy.  Such delicate skin and soft rounded cheeks you have little
titmouse. "

   Marquist slowly pulled the girl's panties down off her curved,
defenseless bottom, pushing them down until they were stretched between the
middle of her upper thighs.  She mewled in shame at being made to display
her bottom and also, she knew, her delicate pussy lips.

   "Much better, don't you think little one?  No more pesky slip of panties
to come between your bottom and my hand?"

   Marquist plumped Ashley's spectacular, heavy, breast delightedly, The
poor girl helpless before him was in a paroxysm of submission, attempting
to avoid punishment!  How marvelous.  What delightful breasts she had, and
how well matched they were to her full posterior!  And between the well
formed rounds of her bottom, her clean, pink, hairless slit was his to
examine at will.  Pouting and puffy, the rear of her labia gaped slightly
to display the opening of her vagina.  In the front, the clean line of her
pussy lips led to the slightly protruding morsel of flesh hiding Ashley's
clit.

   It had been awhile since he'd had the opportunity to practice his will
on such a delightful specimen of docile femininity.  She was small boned
and slight in the arms and shoulders, but her breasts, and her buttocks had
a lovely full round pertness.  He milked the girl's damp, hanging udder,
pulling her teat down roughly.  Under his hand, the girl's rump shifted,
her body twisting away from the pain in her nipple.  Ashley's pale rounded
hemispheres tensed as her nipple was tormented.  Marquist raised his open
hand high.

   He smacked his palm crisply down on her pale moon bottom cheek, and
commented, "Let us see your famous bottom dance, Ashley, Edward tells me it
is quite fetching!"

   Ashley felt the man's hands alternate from one nipple to the other.  His
other hand smacked repeatedly, crisply alternating between her bottom
cheeks as her rump shifted sideways with the pain.  The wetness of her
backside caused the smacks to sound out loudly, and sting fiercely.  Ashley
couldn't prevent her hips swaying back and forth as the man grasped one
then the other nipple, pulling it roughly, then delivering a corresponding
smart smack across her bottom.

   As he spanked her, Marquist maintained a continuous narration of
Ashley's humiliation, punctured by her whimpers and moans and the crisp
smacking sound of his palm on her ass.

   "This is how, SMACK, indolent, SMACK, girls, SMACK like you, SMACK, are
treated...SMACK...  Rounded bottom cheeks...SMACK..SMACK...  turned a nice
hue of red.  Shameful, Ashley, SMACK...  how your naked bottom is churning,
SMACK.  Are you attempting to display your dancing cunt to me?  SMACK
SMACK. I shall just take both your breasts in my hand, like so, yes...  I
can grasp both your nipples and pull them both, isn't that clever?"

   Spanks rained down on Ashley's buttocks and upper thighs.  She felt
Marquist stop spanking her for a moment, and his hand coursed between her
cheeks and made an incursion onto the rear of her pussy.  Pulling her
breasts, Marquist caused the girl to arch her back, widening the opening of
her vagina, where his fingers traced her moist opening.  The girl's nether
lips were full and smooth as his finger caressed her damp pussy flesh. 
She'd done a good job of depilating herself between her legs, and
Marquists' fingers toyed with her puffy closed labia.

   The old disciplinarian held both of Ashley's hardened nipples in his
clenched fist and shook her heavy orbs.  His hand explored the soft,
reddened and hot flesh of her rounded bottom.

   "Your reddened bottom cheeks form delightful frame for your pouty cunt
lips between your legs.  I can see they're nice and shiny from your cunt
juice, Ashley!  I certainly hope you're not enjoying your punishment, are
you?  Otherwise we would have to redouble our efforts at teaching you a
lesson." Marquist delivered another pair of crisp smacks to the juncture of
Ashley's upper thighs and her bottom, then dipped between her legs. 
Ashley's head tossed back and forth and she moaned, "Nooo..." as she felt
the old man's fingers trace the edge of her pussy lips between her legs. 
He squeezed and gave her breasts, imprisoned in his grip, a shake.  His
other hand caressed her slit indolently, pulling at the soft skin of her
pudendum.

   She then felt him grasp one side of her pussy lips and push it aside. 
She could feel her vaginal opening being bared, as the old man looked
between her legs at her open sex.  The old man let his fingertips trace the
opening of the girl's vaginal entrance, feeling the slickness of her
secretions as he held her cunt open so he could play with her tight
entrance.

   Marquist released her breasts.  For a moment Ashley was relieved at the
respite from the brutal sting in her nipples.  Then Marquist ordered,
"Ashley bend forward and bring your face to the cushion.  We want you bent
well over with that lovely ass in the air, and your cunt well displayed!"

   Ashley whimpered, but obeyed.  Leaning onto her elbows, Ashely tipped
forward.  She felt the old man's guiding hand on the back of her head
gently pushing it downward until her cheek came to rest on plush fabric of
the cushion.

   Marquist watched the naked nymphette arched protectively.  He placed his
hand on the small of her long, strong bare back, and pushed downward in the
center, instructing her:

   "Arch your back, girl!  Shoulders back and thrust that naughty posterior
out properly!" A resounding smack across each naked bottom cheek, made her
pay attention.  She thrust her rear up towards the ceiling.

   Languidly, now, Marquist placed his palm on one rounded, reddened ass
cheek.  "How delightfully soft and full!" he thought to himself as his hand
cupped and petted the bare bottom submissively displayed before him.  He
toyed with the girl's rear freely, grabbing a handful of her ass and
shaking it, watching her flesh vibrate.  He reveled in the feel of
squeezing each cheek.

   Ashley felt the old man's hand roam freely over her naked ass.  She was
so ashamed to be lying like this with now two hands toying with her cheeks,
caressing and petting her vulnerable, naked bottom.  She felt the old man's
palm grasp her right cheek, then suddenly slap it hard.

   "Open your legs!" demanded Marquist.  Obeying his order, Ashley spread
her legs slightly, knowing that the old lecher was now able to look at the
smooth shaven pouch of her pussy.  She jumped as she felt his hand return
to the rear of her mound.

   Now Marquist shifted forward towards Ashley's side and reached one arm
around her body.  The girl watched frightened as the strict disciplinarian
reached under her body and his palm came up between her legs to grasp her
pussy from the front.  His hand spread to cover her soft delta, and his
fingers splayed her cunt lips.  He sank the tips of his fingers into her
soft pubic flesh so her clit was trapped between two of his fingers, and
his fingertips pushed shallowly into the very entrance of her vagina.  His
hand pushed upwards causing Ashley's hips to rise and her bottom to jut
out.

   Ashley's eyes closed in humiliation.  She felt the strict
disciplinarian's grasp on her most intimate, feminine parts, his insistent
fingers pushing open her vaginal lips.  She felt her own moistness at the
intrusion and shame as the old man pushed into her splayed genitals.

   Ashley felt the old man's other palm caress her helplessly exposed
already well-warmed bottom.  His fingertips pressed against her skin
enjoying its bouncy resilience.  The hand patted her rump a few times then
she felt him stretch to reach for something.  Her eyes were squeezed shut
in humiliation, but she peeked backwards.

   Marquist held in his hand a narrow black leather strap!  Ashley, moaned,
"Noo...please don't hit me with that." But Marquist shushed the girl, again
caressing her soft naked bottom.  "Oh, yes, little darling.  There's
nothing that goes so well with a bare female bottom as hard leather, you
should know that!  Why the educational and decorative effects alone of a
good hard striping are well know to be salubrious as well as esthetic!  And
not quickly forgotten!"

   Marquist raised the strap high above the trembling girl's ass and
whipped it down, directly across the center of both cheeks.  "Owww!" The
girl cried out as she felt the fiery strap fall, leaving a blazing hot line
across the crests of both her cheeks.  She struggled, but Marquists fingers
sank deeper into her cunt holding her still.  Ashley's bottom now sported a
darker red strip straight across, on a background of spanked pink splotchy
skin.  He aimed the strap lower across both cheeks and the leather smacked
and bit into the girl's burning bottom.

   Marquist strapped the girl expertly, the strap falling each time in a
slightly different place on her bottom, sometimes across and then
alternatingly down a single bottom cheek to produce crossing red lines. 
Ashley wriggled to no avail, her cunt working itself against Marquist's
hand.

   "A taste of the strap", droned on the professor as he smacked the hard
leather again and again against Ashley's tender bottom cheeks, intensifying
the color that suffused the pale rounded flesh, "is a marvelously
educational device.  Judging by how your charming young posterior is
writhing and churning, young lady, I would venture to say you will not
forget your acquaintance with the strap very soon, will you?  Marvelous,
don't you think, how though you're wriggling to get away, my grip on your
little pussy makes a wonderful steadying device."

   "For example, let me show you.  I need only push deeper into your
yielding young cunt and grasp your lips with my fingers, and now as you
will see I can redouble the intensity of your strapping.  Isn't that
clever, little titmouse?"

   Ashley groaned, as she felt the man's stubby fingers push deeper into
her reluctantly spreading vaginal canal.  The lecher inched his fingers
deeper, moving at a glacial pace so both he and his helpless victim's
attention was riveted on Ashley's poor cunt, reluctantly spreading itself
to her ravisher's fat digits, accommodating them in her silky feminine
sheath.  Marquist observed how the girls little labia contracted inward
towards her opening as he pushed in, closing like petals on a flower
towards her coral core.  His other fingers grasped each lip and pulled it
open, baring the ruby intimate interior of Ashley's cunt.  The girl felt
the old man's fingers assail her genitals mercilessly.  The man handled her
pussy with total disregard for her modesty or comfort, and Ashley whimpered
repeatedly at the extent of her violation.  She closed her eyes, and tears
pooled at her lids.  Her most intimate core was being stretched out and
ached from the manhandling, while her full bottom cheeks framing it ached
no less from the burning strapping she was receiving.

   The strap flew higher and flailed down across Ashley's squirming rump,
as Marquist, his grip on Ashley's cunt secured, redoubled his efforts,
whipping the girl's bottom even harder.  Ashley cried out and pleaded,
"Oww....  no...  please...  ow...  it hurts please no more, ouch owie." Her
bottom trembled and clenched, and squirmed tightly, the compass of her
writhing severely constrained by the strong deep hold of the hand in her
cunt.  Her entreaties were to no avail as the older man was all the more
entertained by causing her additional discomfort, and smiled and smacked
the bouncing your bottom cheeks over and over.

   As each smack fell on her bottom, Ashley felt the man's hand push into
her cunt and force her backside back up towards him, in preparation for the
next stroke of the strap.  The old man accompanied his movements with
tender exhortations to the his young pupil:

   "Yes, that's a good girl, Ashley...  raise that bottom high for the next
stroke...  SMACK...ah, yes, that was a good one, nice and red...up, up,
girl, present your backside nice and round, that's it...SMACK...shh... 
jumpy aren't we little one?  No tightening down like that, relax that
bottom!  I shall push into your cunny like so, ah yes, that did it, that
makes your bottom stick out, doesn't it?  SMACK...Your bottom
flesh...SMACK...  loves the strap doesn't it titmouse?  It wraps itself
around the hard leather as you're being struck...  rear high or I will fill
your little cunt with my fingers, perhaps a couple more in there will
motivate you to obey...  well, if that's what it takes, yes...  yes,
up...SMACK...  Ah, yes, four fingers in your cunt seems to do the trick,
now we're not...  SMACK!...  tightening up that bottom are we, SMACK... 
oh, no, I guess a handful of cunt and my fingers pressing on your
cervix...SMACK...  is what you need to get that exquisite rounded form to
your prominent buttocks!"

   After the old professor was satisfied with the plentiful criss-crossing
strap marks on his young pupil's bottom, he slowly withdrew his fingers
from between her legs where he'd thoroughly impaled the girl.  Even after
his fingers were withdrawn from her vagina, Marquist observed how the
girl's cunt remained slackly and obscenely open, unable for the moment to
close down, the normal tight line of her pussy transformed into a wanton,
ragged, gash exposing the depths of her organ of reproduction.

   Ashley collapsed whimpering, bringing her knees up to her elbows.  The
man observed the muted sobs racking the girl's back.

   "Now, now," intoned the old professor.  "No need to make such a fuss. 
Your bottom, young lady, is quite capable of handling the strap, and no
harm done, except to further your education a bit.  Now stand up!" Ashley
struggled to her feet, her panties still pushed down to her thighs.  "Hands
behind your head, elbows up, Ashley!" She obeyed, and the old man came up
to her and reached around her, as if embracing her.  His placed his hands
on her bottom, and palmed Ashley's stinging bare cheeks.

   Leisurely, he groped the girl's ass thoroughly, feeling the heat of her
whipped skin radiate into his hands and feeling the tremor of her labored
breathing course through her backside.  The soft, hot skin trembled under
his hands.

   "Now, now, young thing quiet down.  After a good strapping you need to
regain your composure.  That's right, enough whimpering.  I want you to
breathe in and out regularly and deeply and calm yourself.  Deep breaths,
Ashley.

   As Ashley tried to obey and her whimper subsided, Marquist's hands came
up and began groping her full breasts.  Ashley tried to shrink into herself
and curved forward while Marquist played with her tits, but this served
only to deliver her submissive breasts to his marauding hands.

   "Nothing like a nice soothing breast examination to still a girl's
overtaxed emotions, wouldn't you say?"

   Ashley observed almost dispassionately as the old man took liberties
with her naked, full breasts.  His palm fitted around the delicious globes,
squeezing her responsive tits, then grasping her big, turgid nipples and
pressing on them.  He came around behind her and his hands covered her
breasts and gave them a good working over.

   The old lecher delighted in the young girl's full, firm breasts.  Taking
a strong grip on the undersides of both her boobs from behind, he squeezed
her tit flesh, and watched Ashley's breasts swell and rise.  His palms
coursed up towards Ashley's hard nipples, and he chided her, "I can see
that you are enjoying the manhandling of your breasts, aren't you young
lady?  These hard, swollen, nipple nubs," he said as his fingers grasped
Ashley's turgid nipples and pinched them hard, causing Ahsley to moan,
"attest to their desire to be on the receiving end of some rough play."
Marquist, poised behind poor Ashley, used his grip on her tender tit tips
to stretch her boobs away from her, elongating the areola and skin leading
to it.  Ashley panted with the ache of having her breasts mauled and
stretched, her nipples pulled painfully.

   Marquist shook the girl's breasts back and forth from his pinching grasp
on her nipples.  The heavy breasts shimmied and shook voluptuously, their
heavy weight moving fluidly back and forth, her nipples elongating
conically.

   "And now, young lady, we shall spend some time with you reflecting on
your punishments.  Pull the ottoman over to the chair.  Now kneel on it
facing forward." Marquist sat down in the deep chaise next to the ottoman,
and picked up his pipe.  He lit it while observing the naked girl kneeling
at attention next to his chair, then sat placidly smoking, holding his pipe
in one hand while languidly caressing the girl's naked bottom with the
other.

   Twenty minutes passed, during which not a word was said.  Ashley,
kneeled obediently while the old man caressed and smoothed her rear,
occasionally letting his hand trail between her plump cheeks and down
across her labia.

   Marquist's hand patted the girl's defenseless bottom, palpating her soft
skin curve, her prominent cheeks and smooth skin.  He cupped the crown of
her nate, where the skin was pink and hot from being spanked, then trailed
his finger towards the bottom curve of Ashley's ass, feeling her nervous
quivering and his hand continued its path between the cheeks of her bottom,
and then down to the rear of her vaginal pouch, caressing the soft skin of
her cunt.  "Open your legs, Ashley, so I may play with your cunny," he
ordered.  She whimpered but spread her knees further apart, and the old man
placed his entire palm on her sex and rubbed her tender cunt lips with
unapologetic fingers.

   Finally, the old man stood and, walking up to Ashley, ordered her, "Cup
your breasts and raise them, Ashley.  Push them forward for me.  You will
ask me to bite and suck your nipples!"

   Ashley was silent, in shame and horror.  Marquist explained, "You can
either ask me politely to take care of your big fat nipples, or you will
receive the strap on your tender tits and then be made to ask anyway.  It
is your choice, titmouse."

   Ashley, whimpered but she could not imagine the pain of being strapped
on her boobs.  She meekly acquiesced, "Please, sir, bite and suck my
breasts."

   "Why certainly young lady, if you inquire so politely, I shall be glad
to oblige you." answered Marquist ironically,

   The girl obeyed meekly holding one hand under each plump breast and
tipping it up to the old man.  Slowly, staring into her eyes to drive home
how very much in control of he was, Marquist bend his head down toward one
breast.  His mouth closed around Ashley's big nipple and his teeth fastened
on the tense bud.  Ashley felt him bite her tender nipple and suck it.

   The old man closed kept his eyes open so he could watch Ashley's full,
pale, soft-skinned breast push against his face.  Her fine, silky globe
brushed his coarse, stubble-roughened cheeks, and his tongue coursed freely
back and forth between the slick smoothness of the girl's boob and the
turgid springiness of her tensing, nipple.  The tip of the old
disciplinarian's tongue flicked the bud into hardness, then, sucking hard,
he felt her breast squeeze deeper into his mouth, the pillowy tit pushing
onto his tongue and the hardened tip pushing against the roof of his mouth.
Placing a hand on her boob, he drew it out of his mouth, licked the
crinkled dark red bullet of her nipple, then carefully nipped it with his
teeth.  Ashley yelped as she felt the old man's teeth sink into her
sensitive, huddled tip tip.  Her distress brought a slight smile to
Marquist's busy lips.

   Switching breasts, he repeated his delightful game with Ashley's other
boob, noting that the nipple on this side had less of a tendency to tense
up, instead maintaining its soft pliability, even when sucked, flicked, and
finally bitten roughly.  Having grasped the flattening, still soft bud in
his teeth, he was able to push on Ashley's boob with his hand and feel her
springy fleshy point stretch out.  He alternated attending to the girl's
full, meekly proffered breasts lazily.  After a few minutes of this,
Ashley's beasts were slick with his saliva, her nipples were erect and
aching from the stimulation.

   Reluctantly, Marquist, gave a few last teasing bites and sucks to the
girls reddened tip tips and stepped away.

   "Alright, young lady," he explained, "I think that will be all for
today. We've made a good start, and I shall enjoy furthering your education
in the future.  For now, dress yourself and go."

   Ashley got up hurriedly and looked around frantically.  She retrieved
her bra from where it lay on the floor and put it on under the old man's
gaze.  Looking quickly up at him, she could see the old teacher's satisfied
smirk as he watched her pull her bra straps over her arms, her shiny and
stubble abraded large breasts swinging freely until she captured them in
the decorative cups of her brassiere.  She reached down and untwisted her
panties, pulling them up, and feeling the relieve of covering up her sparse
pubic bush and her still stinging bottom.  She quickly retrieved and pulled
her dress on over her head.  She looked around for the red trainers she'd
been wearing but could only see a single one.  Impetuously, rather than
look for it and tarry and give the old lecher another chance to think of
something to which he wanted to submit her, she fled the room shoeless
without looking back.

   Watching the panicked retreating girl, Marquist heaved a satisfied sigh
and smiled.



   Chapter 9, Part II.  School's in Session

   18-year-old Ashley look out the window of the patrician Jaguar as it
sped along the country lane towards the old, gabled building surrounded by
a gravel drive.  She tugged uncomfortably at the wide school tie clasped at
the collar of a crisp white schoolgirl shirt.  She shifted her weight
nervously as she turned to observe the ancient manor home the car was
approaching.  The soft, luxurious leather seats of the gracious vehicle
molded perfectly to the anxious girl's shifting haunches as she twisted her
torso.  The car came to a halt.  The building, thought Ashley, looked
established and imposing, a short series of steps leading to a wide heavy
oak door bordered in wooden carvings.  A heavy iron knocker in the shape of
a lion's paw looked like it would require more strength than the young girl
had to rap for attention and gain admission.  Not that gaining admission
would be high on Ashley's list of desires when standing at the door.  If
anything, the brooding presence of the building and the mysterious and
ominous circumstances whereby the young lady had come to be there elicited
in her troubled mind a wish to flee more than to enter.  She glanced
quickly at her uncle in the driver's side of the vehicle, setting the
parking brake.  She didn't imagine that he would be amenable to agreeing to
forego the day of "education" he had arranged and take her home.

   Edward had come to her a few days before, and surprised her with the
news that she was to start to attend classes.  He had said this would
prevent her from becoming idle during her summer.  Ashley hadn't expected
to be going to school while in England, but the though of meeting and
fraternizing with her contemporaries excited her.  So it was with eagerness
this morning that she'd donned the uniform her Uncle had prepared for her:
the aforementioned crisp white shirt, a pleated gray skirt, and thigh high
white stockings.  For all extent and purposes, Ashley's schoolgirl uniform
would have been proper for a schoolgirl of 13.  The one variation on the
ageless dress her Uncle had made, he'd put to her as, "of course, Ashley,
for your uniform we will forego the plain undergarments and flat heels
appropriate to younger girls.  You will wear your delicate, black strapped
heels.  And, of course, it is always appropriate to wear nice underthings.
Let me see...." While Ashley had watched embarrassed, Edward had gone to
her underwear drawer.  True, she told herself, he'd bought most of the lacy
undergarments.  But still she blushed to have him finger through her
lingerie, possessively taking up and examining one after another lacy
transparent panty, or unfolding a large cupped, supportive but decorative
brassiere with a hint of a smile which Ashley knew came from imagining her
breasts and body in the garments.  She had blushed as Edward picked up the
bra and used a hand to push out each cup, clearly imagining what the cup
would look like when supporting Ashley's full, heavy, young breast.  The
creamy smooth satin would complement, he imagined,the hint of dark olive
skinned hue of her skin, and the decorative lilac floral pattern on the
sides of the cups would grace the outer curve of his niece's swelling
feminine globes.

   He settled on a pair of panties that sported lace and silk construction
in pale lavender in the front, and a smooth, semi-transparent, full rear.
At the hips a pair of violet ink ruffles extended across the top of the
back of the panties, forming a vestigial skirt around the sides and rear.
Ashley saw they would not provide much protection from prying eyes, though
at that point she had no notion of how many such eyes would soon be
enjoying her undress.

   Her Uncle was silent on the drive over, and Ashley caught a glimpse in
the distance of an old manor like house, appearing and disappearing between
the tall trees surrounding it.  The car stopped at the gate for a moment,
where an unseen camera approved them, causing the gate to swing open
automatically, and the car to enter the grounds of the old building. 
Ashley watched the school blink in and out of her sight warily.  The though
she kept coming back, the thought that caused her to shiver in fright, was
the phrase with which Marquist had dismissed her, "We shall see each other
again soon enough, little Ashley, when your lessons resume."

   Could Marquist be one of the teachers at this school?  "Please no,"
thought Ashley to herself, envisioning the strict punishments the old
pervert would dream up.  Another shameful thought came to her mind
unbidden. "Hopefully there will be other girls and he won't concentrate on
me." Ashley's concerns were prescient, and though as she would find out in
due course, there would be other girls, Marquist and the other masters of
the approaching institution would have plenty of occasion to give her the
attention due the nubile and lovely young lady in their charge.

   After the Jaguar had pulled up to the stern, ancient building and Edward
extinguished the engine, he turned to his niece.  "Ashley, I expect you to
be on your most ladylike and best behavior today.  I am delivering you to
the experienced hands of the masters of this school.  Let me be clear.  If
I receive reports of your behavior being anything but fully complacent and
agreeable, or any misdeeds or disobedience on your part, you will be made
to regret it.  Do I make myself clear?"

   Ashley hung her head, and nodded her assent.  Quickly looking up at her
Uncle she obeyed his gesture waving her out of the car.  She stepped down
onto the gravel drive, the small stones crunching under her black, open
toes heels, and closed the car door behind herself.  On the gravel beside
her Uncle's Jaguar, three other elegant cars were also disgorging their
occupants.  Three other girls, about Ashley's age, stood confused outside
the cars that had brought them there.  Superficially, they all looked
alike, wearing the same uniform of white cotton blouse, striped tie and
gray skirt.  Only their stockings and footwear differed, one wearing
schoolgirl socks and flat shoes, and other the black or, like Ashley, white
stockings and high-heeled shoes appropriate to a young woman, rather than a
schoolgirl.  Ashley noticed that all the girls appeared, just as she did to
be nervous and tentative.

   Ashley stood on the gravel drive, uncertain what to do next, as her
Uncle drove away.  The cars the other girls had come in also drove around
the drive towards the rear of the building, and Ashley imagined, the exit.

   Unknown to her or to the other girls being delivered to the "school,"
the men who had dropped them off, Ashley's Uncle, and the two others,
parked their cars in the rear, and entered the building.  They smiled
broadly at one another, and exchanged pleasantries, as they made their way
to a special room that had been arranged for them.

   As if recounting the statistics of horses on which they were betting,
the men discussed the girls they'd delivered.  One of their party, a
fiftyesh, trim, steel-haired, man who introduced himself as Dorset, told of
his charge.  What he recounted recapitulated the written summary he'd left
the masters of the school in preparation for this event, a summary all the
assembled men had also had a chance to peruse at their amusement.

   "Andrea is 20, and has been in training for a year.  She is by nature a
bit rebellious, and needs to be roughly brought to heel.  She has been
ridden frequently, and performs admirably when forced.  She has been "on
the penis" for 6 months.  Particularly dislikes properly swallowing sperm.
Let's see, what else can I tell you chaps, she is great ride, one of the
tightest cunts I've had the pleasure of encountering.  Full tits, as you
can see, and they are a source of exquisite torment to her when properly
used, or shall I say abused?  As I am sure you will be given the pleasure
of witnessing, Andrea has most amusing and sensitive nipples.  Not only do
they swell delightfully full when tormented, but they take on a most
decorative bright crimson hue." Dorset chuckled, a grin evidencing
reminiscences which were clearly pleasant to him.

   Edward, in turn, intoned, "Ashley, my niece is 19, a virgin still, and
is a few weeks from being introduced to the penis, alas, gentlemen.  Her
submissive and compliant nature, make her a delight to work on.  It s a
most simple matter to make her feel she is responsible for any predicament
she is in, and deserves her punishments, which she takes with delightful
meekness and embarrassment.  As you can see, she has admirable chest
development, and exquisitely sensitive nipples, which cause her entire body
to writhe and twist stupendously.  Especially, her bottom, which is one of
the most spankable I've had the pleasure to encounter in my career."

   The men made themselves comfortable in the overstuffed chairs in the
room, after pouring themselves drinks and taking cigars.  They all turned
towards a table with 2 large television displays on them.  The images in
the televisions panned around a schoolroom, with various angles taking the
place of one another.  It was clear that there were cameramen presently
filming the rooms, able to artistically and strategically capture any
action therein for the immediate viewing pleasure of the men, as well as
for posterity.

   After lighting and puffing at his cigar, the third man, a portly,
balding, weak-chinned specimen, intoned in a petulant voice, "Katy came to
me from foster care three months ago.  She is 18, and had a series of
unpleasant families with which she was placed, where she was maltreated but
with no sound principles of conduct or eye to her edification.  As such,
she had been on the penis since quite young, but has had to be trained to
be responsive and attentive.  She's rather a tall, willowy sort, muscled
like a greyhound.  Thankfully, she is sufficiently fleshy where required,
and her buttocks are long and nicely rounded and very sensitive.  She cries
copiously while being spanked.  She also has the softest breasts I've run
into, with the most delightfully chewable stiff nipples I've seen.  I often
punish her by attaching clamp on earrings to the stiff nubbins.  She hates
it.  As you will also see, Katy exhibits a delightful contrast between her
lean body, and the slightly bulbous cheeks of her bottom.  More so, however
with her labia, which are fleshy and prominent.  This has led me to apply
particular attention in her training to punishing her genitals, which can
lead her to paroxysms of hysterics, but after relentless repetition
produces a subservient passivity in her."

   The men looked up as they heard a shuffling sounds come from the
television in front of them.  The scene showed the three girls being
shepherded into the room by Professor Marquist.  All the girls appeared to
be cowed and quietly apprehensive, due of course to each of them having
already undergone a introductory session with the disciplinarian similar to
that endured by Ashley.  The girls appeared paralyzed by nervousness.

   Marquist pointed to three school benches placed in the front of the
room. Just before the benches was a large mobile blackboard.  Slightly to
one side, Marquist bent over and consulted some papers on the master's
desk. Right behind the girl's three school desks were four additional
desks. They were positioned closer together, so that the three girls who no
sat nervously at their desks were arrayed in front of the desks, merely an
arms length away.

   "Young ladies, settle down," ordered Marquist, "and face forward." The
girls obeyed, each remembering how strict the teacher had been with them
when in private.  Though they didn't know it, they all shared a common hope
and misapprehension, that in this more structure space and occasion, they
would be spared any humiliations or punishments.

   "Right, face forward, ladies.  I want you attention and gaze focused on
the front of the room.  I know how girls of your age get distracted by the
presence of boys, and, as you are here to learn and not to flirt, we will
endeavor to keep the interaction between you and the rest of the class to a
minimum.  I should think you ought to have no trouble at all behaving like
proper ladies.  Gentlemen, please take your seats..." entoned Marquist
loudly.

   Ashley heard the heavy footsteps of a number of people come into the
classroom.  She suppressed the desire to glance back at what she assumed
were "the boys." It was far too early to start disobeying the old tyrant!
Behind her, she heard the scraping of chairs as the boys took their places
at the narrow wooden desks.

   The four boys sat confidently an arms length from the girls and observed
them intently.  The insolence and freedom of their male gaze contrasted
with the downcast, meek, glances as the girls avoided looking at the boys.
The young men shifted in their seats as they stared at the girls sitting
primly in front of them.  Their gazes took in the girl's narrow backs and
traced along the lines of the rear straps of their brassieres, and the neat
manes of hair the girls sported.  They craned around to glimpse the girl's
pretty faces, stonily facing forward in compliance with Marquists' orders.

   Marquist began lecturing on English History.  The boys heard none of
this.  They'd been informed by the their elders what would be taking place,
and eagerly awaited the next step.  As Marquist droned on drily, Jack,
ginger haired, and wiry took the initiative when Marquist instructed Andrea
to continue the reading.  The nervous girl started to read aloud, but was
interrupted by the Professor, who ordered her to stand beside her desk as
she read.  While the girl read, Jack leaned forward, grinning, and grasped
the lower rear edge of Andrea's pleated schoolgirl skirt.  Andrea
concentrated on her reading, but felt a tug at her skirt as Jack lifted it,
baring for a moment one cheek of Andrea's full rounded bottom covered by
her translucent white lace panties.  "Hey!" Andrea cried out, losing her
composure, and whirled around, "Stop that!".  Jack grinned up at the
aggrieved girl.  Her shoulder length, white-blonde hair, whipped around as
she swung towards him.  She glared at the grinning boy.

   "Miss Andrea, what are you doing, please?" said Marquist sternly,
seemingly oblivious to Jack who had released Andrea's skirt and leaned back
nonchalantly, chatting with the other boys.  "Nothing, sir," responded
Andrea, "the boys were bothering me." "Pay no attention to the young men,
they are merely high-spirited, young lady.  Continue." Andrea turned
reluctantly away from the boy behind her, and began reading where she's
left off.  Almost immediately she felt one of the other boys start to lift
her skirt up in the rear.  "Hey!" she yelled out and pulled forward and
away from the boy.

   "Miss Andrea," scolded the professor from the front of the room, "what
is the matter?" "They're bugging me!" Andrea blurted.  "And what are they
doing that warrants your interrupting your reading?" asked Marquist. 
Andrea hesitated before responding, she didn't want to call attention to
herself, but the rebellious young lady rose to the taunting grins of the
boys behind her.  "They're grabbing my skirt and pulling it up!"

   "Gentlemen, are you paying attention to our nubile reader?" Marquist
inquired.  Jack answered, "She's not a very good reader, Sir, so I was
looking for some other talent she might have to keep us entertained" "Young
lady, as you know boys can be quite high spirited.  You have an issue with
what the boys are doing to pass the time as you read to us?  "Well, yes,
sir,..." Andrea quavered, "they're looking under my skirt." "Ah, well,"
sighed the Professor walking up to the girl, and leaning against her desk,
"boys will be distracted by young ladies, it is only natural.  The female
bottom does tend to draw young men's attention.  Perhaps one should not
fight nature in such cases, but give in to it.  Maybe that will settle them
down, hmmm?"

   "Young women, though, need to be more disciplined.  You must learn to do
what you're told without being distracted!  Discipline of this nature is
all important in a girls' upbringing.  If you cannot maintain your
composure, you will never amount to anything.  Now you will continue, and
the young men will perhaps oblige me by attempting to distract you.  I do
not want you to react, do you understand?" Marquist paced slowly back
towards the young men.

   The frightened girl nodded her head.  Tentatively she began reading
again from the text.  Within moments she again felt a hand at the hem of
her skirt.  She attempted to continue reading, but felt one of the boys
raise the back of her skirt all the way up and hold it against her lower
back.  Her white panty covered cheeks were exposed to the boys, who drank
in the womanly swelling of Andrea's round ass cheeks.  Andrea tried hard to
ignore the boys, though she could hear them whispering behind her.  She
read from the textbook, but was distracted by snippets of comments she
heard from the boys behind her.  "Now that's a great arse!  Yeah, and great
legs too.  Too bad her panties aren't transparent, eh?  I wouldn't mind her
waving that in my face!  Born to be bare, yeah."

   Andrea faltered in her reading, embarrassed and disturbed by the boys'
rude comments.  Marquist walked over slowly to the girl, his gaze intent on
her.  She suddenly realized that she had stopped reading, and that the
master was standing beside her looking down at her sternly.  "Andrea, you
are NOT paying full attention to your lesson.  If it is this pesky skirt of
yours that is causing you to be distracted, we shall have to remove the
distractions."

   Andrea, stood motionless, unable to comprehend what was happening. 
Marquist ordered her to stand tall and put her hands on her head.  Andrea
complied, feeling her chest jut out and push out on her white blouse.  She
tried to roll her shoulders forward and point her elbows inward to reduce
the prominent swell of her chest, which she knew the boys would be staring
at gleefully.

   "You, young Jack, could you please assist your classmate?  I would like
you to remove her skirt!" The three girls gasped.  While Andrea trembled
expectantly, Katy and Ashley looked down at their desks, petrified of
getting into the same predicament as Andrea.

   Rising from his laconic lounge, Jack stood next to Andrea and reached
out to undo the snap on the side of her skirt.  He then expertly ran the
zipper down and opened the gray, pleated, school skirt.  Andrea, her hands
on the back of her head and her elbows pointing skyward, trembled and
looked down at the boy's hand on her hip, as it slid her zipper open,
baring the skin of her hips and the edges of her white panties.  The boy
held the two sides of the opening of her skirt open, and began tugging
downward, and Andrea shuddered as she felt her skirt slip from around her
waist and start to slide downward off her smooth belly.  Pulling the skirt
down over Andrea's snug hips, the boy drew it down the length of her
thighs, over her panties then down the naked flesh of her upper legs.  At
the top of her stockings the skirt slid loosely over the smooth black
transparent stockings, and the boy let the skirt drop to where it pooled at
her feet.  Andrea was shocked.  As the five boys watched her intently, she
stood half-naked below the waist wearing only her white lacy panties.  With
her hands behind her head, her blouse fell only to just above her hips,
leaving a bare strip of belly flesh visible above her panties.  She felt
the boys' stares fixed on her lightly concealed, prominent, rounded bottom
cheeks.  Her eyes closed in humiliation.  She could feel her bottom tremble
as she sniffled in shame at being exposed.

   "And now," intoned the professor, "perhaps we can all matter of factly
return to our lessons.  Though, on second though, this occasion might be
put to additional educational use by addressing the educational materials
that Andrea has been so good as to put at our disposal, hmmm...to wit her
young female body.  Gentlemen, I do not imagine you would object to a
slight diversion from our study of Literature to veer into the topic of
female anatomy, which your young classmate seems so willing to demonstrate?
After all, we ought to make use of the occasion provided for us by a young
lady standing around in her panties for us."

   "But, to fully benefit from this occasion, I think it would be useful if
Andrea would remove her blouse as well for us?  Miss Andrea, please
unbutton your top for the class, and lay it aside."

   The girl whimpered and stood motionless, unable to comply with the
Master's order.  Between stifled teary catches in her throat which wracked
her torso, she looked wildly and imploringly at Marquist.  Her blonde hair
whipped around as she involuntarily shook her head in protest at being
asked to undress in front of the boys.

   Marquist grew stern.  "Young lady, you have been taught to obey at home
and I expect the same standard of obedience here in the classroom.  You may
think you are immune here among your peers from the incitements to
obedience that you have received at home, but let me assure you that you
will find I keep as tight a ship in my class as your guardian does at home.
"

   Marquist walked up to the girl.  His hand went to the back of her head,
and grasped a sheaf of Andrea's fine white blonde hair in his grip.  He
pulled the girl forward by her hair, and she tumbled after him, precarious
on her heels, her bottom shifting visibly under her thin panties as she
stumbled behind Marquist, who pulled her by her hair towards a door at the
side of the classroom.  Both Master and girl disappeared into the small
inner sanctum of Marquist's office.  The professor made sure to leave the
door communicating between the main classroom and his office open so the
amused boys and the horrified girls heard clearly as Marquist ordered the
girl to bend over his desk, and "stick out your posterior nicely for a
sound smacking to teach you to obey." A muffled complaint from the girl was
followed immediately by the sharp crack of a palm being applied with force
to pliant female flesh.  The Master's words were indistinct, low and cold,
but all in the classroom heard the words "naked" "bare" and "tender"
clearly, followed after a brief interval by a sharp, regular, repeated
series of slaps of a hard male palm against soft girlflesh, interspersed
with high, squealing exclamations of pain and indignation from Andrea. 
Ashley and Katy both blanched as they imagined their classmate's naked
bottom being spanked hard and fast in the adjacent room.  The boys smiled,
an uncomfortable but highly pleasurable swelling in their groins pulsing as
if in time to the punished girl's muffled complaints.

   A seemingly interminable series of smacks rang from the adjacent room,
accompanied by an indistinct gruff lecturing by Marquist.  Andrea's
plaintive yelps were quite clearly heard by the boys, whose erections
throbbed in syncopation to the overheard staccato sobs of the girl being
punished just a few meters away from them.  The boys shifted uncomfortably,
to accommodate their hard-ons.  Ashley and Katy were suffering true
discomfort, though, as they blushed and stared down at their desk, not
daring to call attention to themselves.  They too shifted uncomfortably in
their seats, but in the girls' case it was due to the fluttering in their
stomachs and the enhanced sensitivity they experienced in their own
bottoms, their imaginations being unable to resist picturing their own
naked bottoms bouncing and squirming under Marquists' hard spanks.  Indeed,
both had suffered the old disciplinarians punishments before, and their
backsides tensed with the recollection of the sting and humiliation of
their, only too recent, spankings.

   Finally, Andrea emerged shuffling ruefully from the Master's room,
followed closely by the old professor.  She made her way back to her desk
with small painful steps and stood next to it.  Tears streaked her delicate
cherubic, blushing face, and her elbows, held high beside her head,
trembled with suppressed whimpers

   "Now, Andrea," intoned Marquist, as if there had been no interruption to
the class, "continuing where we were before we were forced to engage in a
bit of discipline, please open your blouse so the lesson may proceed."
Andrea slowly reached down, and grasping the delicate buttons on her blouse
one by one, working the thin round pearly buttons out of their delicate
eyelets.  As the last button opened, she obeyed her instructor's command to
put her hands back behind her nape.  The sheer halves of the girl's blouse
opened, hanging at her side, revealing her youthfully flat but soft belly.
"Young Jack," Marquist addressed the same young man who had removed
Andrea's skirt, "you have done so well in removing our I hope newly
obedient charge's bottom half, please do us the favor of relieving Andrea
of the constraints of her shirt."

   Grinning broadly, Jack approached the trembling girl.  She watched him
with trepidation as he came up to her.  Glancing at her backside, Jack's
grin widened at the sight of the rosy hue evident through the thin material
of Andrea's panties.  The rear of her upper thighs and the bare skin of the
outside of the girl's bottom bore obvious, deep, pink handprints from her
chastisement.  The deep pink color suffused her prominent bottom cheeks,
disappearing uninterrupted under the lower seam of her panties, in
testament to these having been absent from her bottom while she was
punished.

   Jack leered at the frightened girl as he pulled apart the halves of
Andrea's white schoolgirl shirt, grasping her arms to slide the shirt off
them, then guiding her hands back to the rear of her head.  With a fine
instinct for inflicting humiliation, Jack gathered loose strands of
Andrea's hair from around her face, not allowing the shamed girl to hide
her face behind her luxuriant hair.  She obediently gathered the loose
sheaf and pulled it back against her head.

   Andrea's shirt fell away from her body in the hands of the young man,
and Andrea felt the clammy chill of her nervous perspiration on her belly
and lower back as the cool air of the room touched her bare flesh.

   The boys started at the submissive girl standing before them clad only
in her underwear, her white bra more a decoration than support for the full
teenage breasts filling it.  Andrea's breath was ragged, and her boobs rose
and fell rhythmically, filing out the cups of the smooth, opaque cream
brassiere.  The boys stared intently at the swell of her full young breasts
at her dÃ(C)colletage.  Andrea's arms returned obediently to the position
above her head, which caused her bosom to thrust out temptingly in its
meager covering.  She squirmed in embarrassment and tried to turn slightly
towards the front of the room, so at least the boys would not be able to
see her front.  This was, unfortunately for the poor girl, not to be,
however, as Marquist ordered, "Andrea, turn slowly so your fellow pupils
may educate themselves thoroughly on the frontal anatomy of a fertile
teenage woman!" She slowly twisted on her heels, her gaze meekly downcast,
glancing up for a moment to look at the boys, but quickly flickering back
down to the floor, as she saw the four boys delightedly leaning forward and
staring at her almost unclad body.  In their grins and unblinking gaze she
could see the predatory lust for her tender flesh, and she shuddered at the
thought of them leaning forward and pawing her.  It was only the Master's
authority that protected her from the horny schoolboy wolves.  She closed
her eyes in humiliation as she wondered what torments the lecherous teacher
himself would allow.  She would not need to wait long to find out.

   "Much better," intoned Marquist.  "Now, Andrea, I made a distinction
when I mentioned the phrase fertile teenage woman, to point out that you,
and Katy and Ashley, of course, are at an age where your sexual apparatus,
as well as your sexual characteristics are fully developed, no longer those
nascent ones of a young girl, but at the same time you have not developed
into the overripe maturity characterizing the transition past a young
lady's full bloom.  No, it can be said that you three are at the prime
phase of womanhood to illustrate for our young scholars the quintessential
attributes of ripe ladyhood.  You are of course, fertile, are you not
Andrea?"

   The girl blushed and glanced up at the boys, leering as they attended
her answer.  She dared not ignore the question or even pretend she didn't
know what the old teacher meant; her bottom quivered at the thought of
earning another spanking!

   "Yes, ...sir." she whispered.  "And tell these young men what proof you
have of this fact..." She blinked away shamed tears starting to collect at
the corners of her eyes and mumbled, "Because of my period."

   "And this refers to?" intoned Marquist, "remember that our young men may
not be acquainted with all the complexities of the female body, so I
entreat you to be clear."

   "My bleeding," she managed to stutter out.  Marquist sighed, "Tony," he
beckoned, "please come here." A gangly, dark haired 18 year old boy stood
up and approached the front of the room.  Turning towards his desk,
Marquist reached across it and extracted from a drawer an object.  Andrea
observed from the corner of her eye that he handed it to the young man, but
she did not understand what it was until Marquist led Tony to where she
stood and ordered her to turn towards them.  In one hand, the young man
held a 40 centimeter long, old brown leather strap, about 4 centimeters
wide.  One half was split down the middle to form two tails.  Andrea
swallowed nervously.  Marquist carried a square stool, which he put beside
the frightened girl's desk.  "Kneel on the stool, girl!" he ordered.  She
clambered up, her knees uncomfortable against the hard wood, and reached
out to the desk to prevent herself from falling.  "Yes, that's right,"
continued Marquist, "Lean over your desk, elbows on the table.  Head down
between your elbows!  I want a good outthrust posterior!"

   The stool was slightly higher than the desk, so the boys observed the
girls' naked thighs stretched taut, her panty-clad bottom thrust high in
the air, the position rounding and broadening the twin hemispheres under
their scan silky covering.

   "I am not here," scolded Marquist, "to play Socratic interlocutor with
you, young lady.  When I ask you a question, I demand full and explicit
responses which will not require me to further prod.  You shall learn this,
and now, and the strap that young Tony is holding, applied to your naughty
bottom cheeks,..." with this Marquist grabbed the waistband of Andrea's
panties and yanked it up hard, pulling her panties deep into the cleft
between her rounded nates, "...will emphasize the expediency of answering
satisfactorily the first time." Marquist's fingers hooked into the bottom
seam of the girl's silky panty and further bared each full, rounded,
already pink splotched bottom cheek.  The material bunched into twin
scrunched strips at her lower back, with a stretched strip of panty between
her spread and exposed arse cheeks.  Between her legs the panty covered and
bit into the rear pout of Andrea's genitals.

   "Young man, stand next to your charge and place a hand on her far hip
and thigh, then pull her securely against you, to hold her firm as you
administer an educational thrashing." Andrea felt the young man push
himself against her side, his pants rough against the bare skin of her hip.
His palm grabbed her opposite hip, and pulled her to him, then wandered
over the soft skin of her hip, down to her full upper thigh, and even to
the side of her bared bottom cheek.  "As this is the second time we've been
required to chastise you, young lady, in just a short time, I think ten
smacks of the belt are in order...Tony, please proceed."

   Andrea, feeling her bottom presented and exposed, her cheek pressed
against the schooldesk glanced back.  Her breasts hung embarrassingly,
swinging in their cups, and beyond that she could see her own thighs
pressed together and the boy's torso pushing against her side.  She could
not see what he was doing, and she whimpered in fear and embarrassment.

   "Katy, Ashley, stand and observe your fellow schoolgirl's chastisement!
In fact, to fully comprehend how our strict rules apply to you two as well,
though you have as yet not committed any transgressions, Ralph and Chaunce
will remove your skirts as well.  You will observe, gentlemen, how the
fairer sex's empathy with one another, their natural congregation into
submissive groups, will result in the other girls' feeling almost as if
they too were having their backsides strapped."

   He continued, as the boys both delightedly ran the zippers down on the
girls' gray skirts, opened them and pulled the clothing down.  As the young
men prompted them by taking hold of their calves or ankles and pulling
upwards, both young ladies obediently stepped out of the skirts puddle at
their feet.  Chaunce whispered to Ashley as he scooped up the skirt and
tossed it back towards his desk, "I think you won't be needing your skirt
for a good while, little girl!"

   Both girls stood in their panties and shirts, hands obediently behind
their heads.  Marquist nodded towards Tony, giving him an encouraging
polite smile.  Tony gazed down at the full, feminine, bottom cheeks roundly
exposed under his arm.  He raised the belt to shoulder height.  The twin
halves of the split leather wavered in the air independently for a moment,
then he brought it whistling down.

   Andrea, couldn't see what the boy who held her was doing.  She felt him
tense, and she trembled.  She heard a sibilant whoosh for a moment.  A
sharp, fleshy smacking sound rang out simultaneous with an explosion of
fierce, deep and concentrated stinging along a narrow stripe of the lower
curve of her backside.  A duller, more spread out burning suffused the side
of her outer rear thigh where the twin tails of the leather belting left
four thin red lines on her flesh.  She cried out in pain and Tony observed
the girlish bottom pinned between his hand and his crotch tense and
contract, then jiggle in time to her sobs.

   The boy turned inwards slightly the better to bring his erection against
the hip of the girl he was punishing.  Andrea, wriggling from the fiery
burn in her bottom was oblivious to the role her naked hip was playing in
bringing pleasing pressure to her punisher's penis.

   Marquist raised a hand to stay Tony from eagerly giving Andrea another
smack immediately.  "Ralph, Chaunce, did you observe a reaction on the
other girls' part?"

   Chaunce answered, "I was focused on the bottom receiving treatment, sir,
but I believe I perceived a tremor in Ashley's pretty backside in response
to the smacking of her schoolchum."

   "Hmm," pondered Marquist, "Ladies, please bend over your desks, eyes on
Miss Andrea and posteriors pushed well-out.  Don't make me remind you how
this is done, or you will be taking Andrea's place shortly.  Now,
gentlemen, place your palms on each of these young ladies bottom cheeks,
yes, best to reach under their panties so you can feel their bottoms
tremble."

   Ashley felt Chaunce's hands slip under the lower opening of her panties.
His fingers spread and his palm and fingers grasped her bare bottom cheek
possessively.  Ralph, pulled Katy's smooth cotton panties up before palming
her nates, and his thumbs toyed with the slightly more textured skin
between her backside and the rear of her prominent pussy lips.

   "The second stroke, please Tony." intoned Marquist.  Andrea's soft
bottom clenched for a moment as she heard the telltale whistle of the
falling belt.  SMACK!  She felt a stripe of hot pain explode diagonally
across her bottom, high towards the top of her buttock on one side, and
looping low to the crest of her cheek on Tony's far side.  "Owwww!" cried
the girl, her breath coming ragged and fast.

   Ashley and Katy both were unable to prevent their own bottomcheeks from
spasming in response to the sight of Andrea's bottom being marked by
another pink stripe, bordered in a thin deeper red caused by the edges of
the belt biting into her tender flesh.  Chaunce reported the tremors and
clenching he'd felt in Ashley's backside, as his hands seemed to try to
soothe the frightened girl's rear by caressing her bare, plump cheek under
her panties.

   "Katy's backside also exhibited jumpiness," reported Ralph, his fingers
spreading over Katy's soft cheeks while his thumbs idly pulled the skin
between her legs apart, causing Katy to feel her vagina gape and the tight
fabric of her stretched panties settle deeper into her crack, baring the
rear of her pouty vaginal lips.

   "Three, please, Tony!" The boy, excited by the sight of the reddening
bottom before him, and the pressure of the girl's soft bare thigh against
his erection, belted the poor girl harder, laying the belt straight across
the crown of her prominent cheeks and watching the leather bite deep into
the tender cheeks.  Andrea yelped and screamed, and her leg kicked back
involuntarily, as her bottom writhed to one side.  By now, all three girls
were crying, Andrea's sobs louder and more wracked than the other two
girl's sympathetic soft whimpers.

   "As you can see, Gentlemen, our subject is becoming very emotional
during her punishment.  I have found this to be a stage a young lady goes
through before she achieves the correct docile and servile acceptance of
her due correction.  Let me enlighten you with a little technique, sirs. 
Jack, as you are not usefully employed at the moment, please come around
here and place yourself before Andrea's bowed head.  Yes, if you like you
can rest her head against the front of your trousers there.  In fact,
Andrea, turn you head and place one cheek against the desk, so that the
other may nestle into Jack's front.  Jack felt light-headed and giddy as he
pushed his swollen erection against the whimpering Andrea's cheek.

   "I have found," lectured Marquist as he idly moved towards the girl's
raised rear, that a combination of fully lowering a girl's underpants..."
At this, he grasped Andrea's panties and drew them slowly down and off her
stripe-crossed backside and down her smooth thighs, tucking them down at
the rear of her knees.  "...the full baring of the bottom, so to speak,
combined with a firm, supportive grip on a girl's bare breasts..." He
indicated to Jack, who instantly thrust both hands palm up under the bent
girl, pushed into both cups of her brassiere and palmed the heavy swollen
orbs there.  He gripped Andrea's big soft breasts firmly, and squeezed them
rhythmically.  "Seems to quiet them down.  A girl seems to accept when well
stripped and gripped, shall we say, her role as a recipient of punishment."
A nod to Tony.

   The old disciplinarian seemed to be correct, as the next smack of the
strap across her now totally naked, outthrust backside, seemed to elicit
less of a violent reaction from Andrea.  Something in the abject
humiliation of having her panties pulled down in front of all the boys, and
the firm hold on her breasts, Jack's fingers firmly squeezing her springy
nipples, held her firmly still and suffused the sharp pain from the strap
on her bottom turning it into a dull, hot, ache all over her rear.

   It was a far more docile girl who received the remainder her of her
strapping with only restrained whimpers and moans, and only slight shifting
and clenching of her resigned buttocks.  She felt pinned down by the starry
stinging in her nipples and her firmly gripped breasts, and her bottom felt
captive, hot, and electric with stinging energy.

   Ralph and Chaunce found no diminution however in the reactions of the
bottoms they held.  Ashley and Katy's rears pulsed and contracted, squirmed
and shifted, and their whimpers only increased as Tony meted out the
remainder of Andrea's punishment.

   After the ten strappings were complete, Marquist motioned Jack to
release Andrea's breasts, and Tony to step away.  "Stand, girl!" he
ordered, "We now find ourselves back where we were before your punishment
was necessitated.  Except now, your panties, young Andrea, are pulled down
and your bottom is acceptably red and smacked.  In fact, if you turn again,
we can let the boys see what we were discussing just a moment ago, your
genitals."

   The boys gazed lustfully at Andrea's exposed pussy, her bush trimmed to
a delicate dusting of downy light blonde hair in a triangle aboved her
slit. Both other boys reluctantly withdrew their hands from the other two
girl's bottoms and all the boys went back to their desks behind the girls'.
The ladies obeyed Marquists' signal and remained standing next to their
desks.

   "And we were saying, Andrea, that we know you are fertile because..."

   The girl knew what the old lecher wanted her to say, and whispered
hoarsely, "because I bleed from my vagina every month."

   "Very good Andrea.  I think you shan't be needing your panties for the
rest of the class, so please push them down and hand them to young Tony. 
In fact, please tell him they are a present for him, and thank him properly
for educating you.  I even think a kiss on the lips would be a proper thank
you."

   Andrea turned towards the boy who had just caused her backside so much
explosive pain.  "The snot-nosed kid," she thought, "is grinning like a
Cheshire cat!  And I can do nothing to rebel." She reached down and pushed
her panties off her ankles, stepping out of them.  She then held them out
towards Tony, and in a forced voice, said, "Thank you for taking the
trouble of educating me, by, by, strapping my bottom." The boy didn't move
so she stepped forward on her high heels, and leaned out to the unappealing
boy and brought her lips to his.

   He took the slip of pale yellow underwear from her and pushed the
bunched up panties into his back pocket.  He then placed his hands on her
naked sides, and tipped her towards him so she fell leaning the length of
her body against his.  His tongue forced itself between her lips and filled
her mouth, seeking her tongue and pumping back and forth wetly.  The boy
took his time, thoroughly exploring the oral cavity of the helpless girl,
while enjoying the feeling of her soft, feminine body pushed against his
torso.  His hips pushed hard into her soft naked lower belly, her lightly
furred vulva separated from his erection only by the material of his
trousers.  One hand found her lower back and pulled the reluctant girl
harder against himself, while his other hand cupped one of Andrea's hot
tender ass cheeks.  His hard gaze focused on the distressed, delicate
featured face grimacing before him, Andrea's green eyes glazed with her
recent tears of pain and humiliation.  She squeezed her eyes closed, trying
to shut out the image of the boy who was so obviously enjoying her
bottomless body.  She felt the tears pooling in her eyes, at being forced
to kiss the boy who had just spanked her so mercilessly and now having to
endure his hand petting her still-stinging bare bottom.  She felt his hand
pet her full rump, then squeeze a handful of her backside's cheek firmly,
and jostle it back and forth feeling her ass move obedient to his pull.

   Marquist gave the boy ample time to enjoy the girl, then entoned, "Now
settle down, ladies and gentlemen.  Now that our young Andrea has been
disciplined appropriately, let's return to our lessons.  Andrea, please
stand by the blackboard, hands on your head."

   Andrea shuffled forward, shamefully aware of the state of exposure of
her lower body.  At least, she told herself, she was still wearing a bra.
As she walked up to the front of the class next to the blackboard and
followed the professor's hand gesture to turn towards the class, the boys
relished the sight of her full buttocks swaying to her steps, each rosy
spank-crested cheek tensing and bunching then stretching out with each
step. Andrea's rounded hips also swayed slightly as she walked, lending her
naked bottom an alluring additional sideways sway.

   Marquist gestured.  She raised her hands behind her head.  The
humiliation of being made to stand before the class and display herself
bottomless to the boys stung her.  She bowed her shoulders forward,
attempting to diminish the exaggerated thrust of her breasts put on display
by having her hands behind her head.  Instead, this only served to give her
high, taut breasts an appearance of hanging before her, deepening the
valley between them and heightening heaviness of her tits as the soft
yellow cups pulled slightly away from her mounds.  The young men delighted
in the view, taking in her proffered breasts, and staring with open lust at
the neat trim blonde V of pubic hair on her slightly prominent mound, and
the soft pink pussy lips clearly displayed below her dainty bush.  She
blushed furiously.

   Marquist began idly discoursing on the succession of the British crown
family, a topic on which he could talk for hours without paying any real
attention.  Instead, his mental energy turned to conceiving how best to get
the other two young ladies in his charge in "trouble," so he and the boys
could humiliate and punish each of them in their turn.

   Glancing up at the blonde submissively displayed in front of the room,
Marquist recalled how exquisite had been his time alone with her some days
prior.  As with each of the girls, he had had occasion to introduce them to
his educational techniques and to sample the charms their guardians had
diligently been preparing for the last months.

   While abstractedly continuing his lecture, Marquist was distracted by
his recollections of the sunlit room in which he'd made the girl denude
herself, how he had made her drape her womanly body over his knees and
undergo a thorough manual exploration of her backside and genitalia. 
Chastising the girl for causing him to become aroused, Andrea had been made
to remove his trousers and underwear, then drape herself back over his lap,
his naked member now pushed against her mons and belly.  He recalled how
her full bottom jiggled and compressed as he spanked her rapidly and how he
had made her repeated rise and lick the juices her wriggling was eliciting
from him from his penis, her belly slick with his pre-cum.  then reposition
herself over his lap for another round of spanking.  That session had ended
with the girl obediently suckling his penis, then swallowing the copious
load of sperm the old lecher had caused her to build up in him over the
course of the hour-long spanking session.  Marquist decided that an
interlude was in order, for him, during which he would let the boys natural
behavior further his aims with the two other girls.

   "Please take out your workbooks ladies.  I want you Ashley and Katy to
write a two-page essay on what you have learned from you schoolmate's
punishment and how you intend to deport yourselves as proper young ladies.
The boys will make sure that you pay undivided attention to your task.  You
may consult them for ideas.  In fact, they will be grading your essays
later!"

   Katy and Ashley both glanced horrified at one another.  They had no idea
what to say about the horrible experience of watching their companion being
thrashed and manhandled by a boy her junior!  And the boys would be the
judges of their efforts!  At least, though Ashley, while they were writing
they wouldn't be being punished.

   Marquist turned to the blonde at the front of the room, "You, young
Andrea, we shall go into my study for a moment where you may make amends
for your ill behavior in ways appropriate for a nubile and may I say
charmingly bottomless young lady."

   Andrea obeyed the old teacher's signal and followed him towards his
study, where she'd only a bit ago been taken to received a spanking. 
Marquist held open the door for her as she entered the paneled room, and
this time he closed it behind her, obviously not intending for the boys to
overhear whatever was to occur.

   ++++

   Inside the secured, closed room, the girl turned nervously to the stern
and displeased teacher.  "Young lady, once again your parading that trim
little pussy for all of us in front of the class like that, has had the
obvious effect of inflaming me.  Clearly, your misbehavior is calculated to
cause male distress.  What have you to say for yourself?"

   Andrea, whimpered, "No, sir, I didn't want to be undressed in front of
you!  It's not fair!" She stopped.  She knew her entreaties were falling on
deaf ears, that the old man was enjoying her pleading.  Helpless tears
moistened her big eyes.

   "Petulance, young lady, will only result in your being further punished,
and if the strapmarks across your charming little bottom are an indication,
I would guess that you would prefer to avoid further attention to your
posterior.  But, if I am mistaken, and you would like a further paddling?"

   He raised and inquiring eyebrow and stared down the meek girl.  She cast
her eyes downward and shook her white-blonde mane of hair.  "No, please
sir, my bottom hurts so already." Marquist watched the girl's midriff
squirm.

   "And what do you propose instead to make amends for arousing your
teacher in such a unladylike fashion?" The girl stood, mute with
embarrassment.  She knew what the old lecher wanted, and the memory of her
kneeling before him a few days earlier as he emptied his semen into her
mouth made her gag.

   "We both know what is required, young lady," he explained wearily.  "If
you are a worthless scholar, at least your talent for cocksucking can be
put to good use.

   Girl, remove your bra, I require you to be naked as you service me."

   Andrea shuddered.  She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and
let it fall from her heavy breasts.  The round white orbs spilled into
view, her wide pink areola and pencil eraser nipples pointing slightly
upwards and outward, crowned high on her plump breasts.  She handed her
sole remaining garment to the lecherous disciplinarion as he held out his
hand for it,

   Marquist, his gaze never leaving the naked buxom beauty in front of him,
leaned back against his desk, "Kneel in front of me, Andrea!" he ordered.
The frightened naked girl knew she would be required to perform the service
her guardian had been teaching her of late.  She knelt uncomfortably before
the old man.  Her stocking clad knees ached on the hard wooden floor.

   "Take my penis out.  You will service me with you mouth -"unhurried,
slow, you must make me relish the entire process before you will be allowed
to swallow my sperm."

   Andrea knelt before the old man, and undid his belt, then opened the
button at his waist.  As she'd been instructed, she performed each action
slowly and carefully, obediently giving the old man time relish the
attention of the beautiful, naked, girl tending to his member.

   She ran down his zipper, then opened his fly.  "Pull my pants down!"
Marquist ordered.  Andrea tugged the pants to his thighs, then lower, and
Marquist stepped out of them and leisurely, he had all the time in the
world, folded them and put them on his desk Andrea's angelic face was level
with the old man's black underwear.  He pushed the front of his shorts
down, releasing his semi-erect penis and his scrotum.  She observed the
long, dark penis.  It was full and heavy, but as yet unstanding.  Her task,
she knew was now to bring it to full erection, pleasure it and then
submissively make it spasm into her mouth and swallow.

   She recollected how her guardian had repeated that injunction time and
again, during her "training." She blinked trying to eradicated the memories
of thick spurting eruptions draining into her mouth, as she was ordered
"Swallow!" Her early balking refusals, resulting in jets of thick sperm
coating her cheeks and clogging her hair, stinging her eye, had only
resulted in her guardian waiting until his spasms had ended, then grabbing
her blonde mane and hauling her to her feet, where she twisted as he
thrashed her indiscriminately with a broad leather belt, cruelly intoning,
"You will learn to swallow every drop young lady!" As she twisted in his
grip, he wielded the leather belt to slap her across her belly and breasts,
and bottom until her entire body stung redly.  She had learned.  Obediently
swallowing the bitter sperm was preferable to the times her guardian
refused to let her engulf his spurting member with her mouth, choosing
instead to "decorate her face," letting spurt after spurt land on her
cheeks, nose, and mouth.  Her eyes obediently looked into her despoiler's
face while the girl tryed desperately to avoid a gobbet from reaching her
eye, where it would sting fiercely.

   Marquist knew the submissive, naked, girl before had been well trained.
For now, he sought a short relief from his arousal, so as to more coldly
attend to the other two girls in the schoolroom.

   ++++

   Ralph, Chauce, and Tony sat back at their desks indolently.  Just before
them, the two girls looked down at mostly blank sheets of paper before
them. Keenly aware of the predatory young men watching them, they
concentrated on the essays they were supposed to be writing, in the vain
hope that they'd be left undisturbed to write them!  That is, they both
thought, if they had anything to say about the subject they'd been given.
What could they write about their schoolmate's harsh punishment that would
save them from similar treatment?  They both knew, in fact, that they too
would soon be punished, but hoped if they produced something to their
teacher's liking they might be spared the worst of it.

   Katy was unable to avoid a rebellious tone in her writing, decrying the
unfairness of Andrea's treatment, how it had been the boys' fault.  Both
girls listened attentively for sounds emanating from the office into which
Andrea had been taken.  Katy, as she wrote, was initially relieved that no
plosive spanking sounds emanated from the office.  Quickly, though, she
realized that if her sister student was not being punished, it was likely
that she was the object of some other, more silent but perhaps even more
dreadful activity.  She glanced up quickly at the closed door behind which
she imagined the old professor taking sexual liberties with the helpless
blonde.

   Ashley, concentrated, instinctively taking on a conciliatory tone in her
own essay.  "A small amount of punishment," she wrote, "is helpful when a
girl is willful.  But only a token amount is needed to make a girl
obedient." She tried to make a case for light chastisement being
sufficient, hoping this would weigh in when her own turn to be punished
came, as it undoubtedly would.

   After a few minutes of watching the girls write, the bored young men
started whispering amongst themselves.  Ashley and Katy paid attention
nervously, but were unable to make out what they were saying.

   Ralph, the oldest and more authoritarian of the boys, stood and walked
up to the girls' desks.  He leaned over towards them and said, "Please
stand up ladies!" Ashley, accustomed to obeying her cousin at home, put
down her pen and stood up, clasping her hands meekly before her.  Katy,
tears in her eyes, refused to move.  Chauce walked over to the seated girl
and enlaced his fingers in her long auburn hair.  "You were instructed to
stand up, disobedient little girl!" he chided.  Pulling up on the rich mane
in his hand, he forced the reluctant girl to stand up.  "Disobedience means
you lose an item of clothing!" he proclaimed, "Would you like to take off
your panties or your shirt for us now?" Katy struggled, and Tony came up
behind her and grasped her wrists in his hands.  He pulled them behind her
and held the light girl easily.  "No answer?" mocked Chauce, "I suppose
that means you'd like us take down your panties, doesn't it.  I suppose
some girl's like showing off their bare bottoms and pussies; you're one of
those exhibitionists aren't you?  Very well!  Let's have those panties down
shall we and see what your cunt looks like?"

   Katy struggled uselessly, and protested, "No.  Wait!  Don't take my
panties off.  I'll take my shirt off!"

   "I don't think you can be trusted," mocked Chauce, "we'll just help you,
and as you have been difficult about it, I think it'll be shirt and bra off
for you.  A bare boob display should help to tame your spirit!"





   "Lick, little one!" Marquist commanded.  Andrea brought her tongue
against the old man's flaccid penis.  She felt its soft skin against her
lips.  The old man's organ was sizeable, though not rigid, and Andrea
actually enjoyed the soft texture, She let her tongue dart out and ran it
over the shaft, licking softly up to the head of his uncircumcised cock. 
She had been taught by her guardian that the skin of the foreskin was
sensitive and should be paid attention to lavishly.  Her lips opened and
slowly drew the stiffening organ into her warm mouth, where she let her
tongue lap back and forth over the head.

   Marquist ordered, "Pull the skin back, Andrea, baring the glans.  Use
the tip of your tongue to lick the underside of the head where it is most
sensitive.  Ah, yes, that's a good cock-sucker." Marquist looked down at
his organ nestled beautifully in the girl's mouth.  Her full breasts bobbed
as she worked her mouth on his organ.  Marquist reached down and grasped
the girl's breast, his fingers pinched the budding nipple and he pushed his
cock deeper into her mouth.  Andrea closed her eyes in shame at having to
perform oral sex on the old man.  She knew she had no choice though lest
her punishments become unbearably worse.  The sting in her recently spanked
backside still served as a strong reminder of what was in store for her if
she rebelled.

   She concentrated her efforts, feeling Marquist's member stiffen.  He
murmured to her, "That's it young lady, suck nicely and I shall give you
your drink..." Marquist felt his relief coming on him and ordered, "Open
wide, I want to see my sperm drain into your mouth...Ah, yes, that's
it....yes, pump my penis while cum fills your mouth!"

   Andrea felt the teacher's member spasm strongly and opened her mouth
wide.  As she had been taught, her tongue continued to lave the pulsing
glans, and she felt the man's sticky emission flood her mouth with it's
slightly bitter taste and thick, glutinous texture.  Obediently, knowing
what was expected of her, she swallowed the old man's cum.  It took her
several swallows before the man's surprisingly copious emissions subsided.
Andrea's mouth felt sticky and her teeth felt coated by sperm.

   Marquist sighed satisfiedly.  He motioned the girl to stand and face
away from him at the wall, her bare bottom towards him, while he collected
himself and buttoned up.

   "Right," he thought, "that will have given our young rascals out there
time to get the other two young ladies into trouble!" After the girl
finished cleaning his member with her tongue, a duty she'd evidently been
schooled in at home, he tucked himself back in his pants and stood up. 
"Arrange yourself properly, young lady!  I don't imagine you want to have
it quite so obvious to your male classmates that you've just been sucking
and swallowing, do you?  They'd clearly feel left out, and then you'd have
to make amends, wouldn't you?" Andrea slowly, rose to her feet from the
kneeling position she occupied.  She wiped her forearms across her sticky
mouth, and rearranged the cups of her bra to reposition her breasts, and
cover her recently manhandled nipples.  Of course, she could not do
anything to hide herself, as all she wore was her brassiere.  Her head
reeled with shame and she swallowed nervously, the mushroomy taste of sperm
in her mouth reminding her of her ordeal.

   Marquist grasped the girl by the upper arm, and guiding her ahead of
him, walked her to door of his office and back out to the classroom.





   As they re-entered the classroom, Marquist observed what had transpired
in his brief absence.  Ashley had clearly been spared much of an ordeal,
and stood by her desk, docile, still dressed in her schoolgirl white shirt
and white lacy panties, white stockings and high-heeled white shoes.  Katy
had not fared as well, though.  She was naked above the waist, having only
retained her satin ruffled black panties and black translucent stay-up
stockings held up by a frothy black garter belt, which Marquist observed to
himself was a nice touch her guardian would have imposed on the girl as she
dressed that morning.

   While he had been enjoying Andrea's oral servicing, from which his
satisfied crotch still felt warmly full, the boys had managed to for Katy
to bare her breasts.  Marquist observed the girl's bouncy, full, naked
C-cup tits.  Her breasts were high and firm, not as large as the other two
girls' definitely oversized breasts, but appetizing in their youthful
pertness.  Marquist pondered expertly on the girl's frontal endowments,
considering how both Andrea and Ashley, with their full, heavy, mammaries
exhibited a notable heavy, round, hang to the lower curves of their
breasts, with which they would have no problem passing the "pencil test,"
wherein a pencil placed under a girl's bare boob is trapped and will not
fall, Katy's breasts were more athletic and trim.

   Katy's firm boobs jutted proudly from her chest, the skin between chest
and boob taut and creaseless.  The tight, long, buds of her nipples, glowed
deep red, evidencing, as did the flushed and pink-mottled skin of Katy's
pale globes, the thorough and rough manhandling, tugging, and pinching that
she had been undergoing while Marquist was being serviced in the other
room. In fact, as Ralph stepped away from Katy, Chauce moved before her to
take his with her naked breasts.  Reaching out he gripped one of the girl's
nipples in each hand and pulled towards himself, causing her breasts to
stretch towards him, the nipples flattening and elongating with marvelous
elasticity, the areolas distending into elongated cones.  The unfortunate
girl moaned as her teats were tormented, a sharp plaintive "Owwww..."
escaping her.

   The boys looked up and a hush came over the room, as Marquist
re-entered. The old man shook his head in amusement.  "You modern young
ladies!  It would seem that you are unable to keep your clothes about you,
doesn't it?  Ah, well if you insist on being found in states of undress, we
shall just have to take advantage of the situation.  Andrea, go stand
against the wall, facing it.  Pull up your shirt and show us all a proper
bare bottom."

   Andrea shuffled slowly towards the wall, holding her blouse rucked at
the waist as she'd been instructed.  The boys observed the tensing and
relaxing of Andrea's bare, reddened and handprint splotched bottom cheeks
as she made her way to the wall.

   "And, what have we here, Katy?  So soon into the lesson, and already
bare-breasted?  " taunted Marquist.

   "As long as you intend to give us a display of your admirable chest,
young lady, we ought to do it properly, displaying your boobies in the best
light.  Please put your hands behind your head and thrust out your chest.
Yes, that's it.

   Marquist walked over to the bare bosomed girl, her breasts rising and
falling quickly in time to her scared, shallow, breaths.  He observed the
girl squirm as he instructed the young man who was gripping her nipples to
"Pinch Katy's little morsel-sized nipples, Chauce, yes, watch as the
sensation suffuses her expression!  Now a little twist, that's right, you
can tell the level of sensitivity by Katy's grimaces and her shifting her
legs.  The flood of sensation from a girl's nipples when strongly
stimulated goes direct like a live wire to their cunts.  Were we to check
between Katy's labia, as we will soon, we would no doubt find her vagina
moistening in response to the rough treatment of her nipples.

   "Such tender, round little titties our Katy has, you will observe,
Gentlemen.  A girl's breasts are, though delicate, amazingly resilient. 
They respond to the most gentle caress," Marquist's palm traced the lower
contour of one firm teat..." Katy felt the old man's gentle caress on the
plump curve of her naked breast, the intimate touch making her gasp," but
they are plastic and tolerate strong manipulation."

   Katy winced and bent forward as Marquist completed the teasingly soft
encircling of the bottom outline of her tender breast, then suddenly
grabbed one white breast hard with one hand, mauling and bunching the soft
orb, and squeezed and compressed it.  The breast distended and plumped, the
man's fingers sinking into the firm orb.  Marquist shook Katy's tit and the
boys all watched it jostle and sway heavily.  Katy's bare, tender breast
responded fluidly, the fullness of it spilling out from the strong
compression of the old teacher's fingers, and swaying and shifting with a
pendulous, fluid heaviness.

   Marquist released his grip on Katy's boob, leaving pink marks where he'd
manhandled her.  Casually, almost as an afterthought, he opened his palm
and gave the pink full tit a sharp open palmed slap.  "Ow..." exclaimed the
surprised girl, as a pink blush suffused the pale skin of her boob.  A
whimper from Katy made both breasts shudder.  Marquist stepped in towards
Katy and grabbed a handful of her hair, then pulled her head back, making
her thrust her chest out.  The old man's practiced hand swung delivering an
open handed smack to Katy's other bare breast.  The girl moaned and
stumbled on her heels, writhing to no avail as her head was trapped by her
dark mane.  Her torso twisted away from the man holding her, but that
merely presented him with her other breast as a target.  As the girl's
chest swung up, he slapped the bare boob.  Katy whimpered, "Ohh...ow..."
Another pair of smacks struck her defenseless tits.

   Marquist turned towards Ashley,

   "Now Ashley, what would you say are the body parts that epitomize a
young lady's anatomy.  And I exhort you to not be shy in your disquisition
as you have seen the punishment that will ensue."

   Ashley, trembled and answered, "Her breasts, sir, and her bottom, sir,
and her genitalia." "You mean her cunt or pussy, do you not Ashley?" "Yes,
sir," Ashley echoed reluctantly, "her cunt or pussy."

   "By lucky coincidence we have today three young ladies, and each can
therefore kindly serve as a subject of study for us for the three primary
female sexual characteristics.  Now Andrea, given that you have
conveniently lost your panties, I think has already laid a claim to being
the class' "bottom-girl." The election of Andrea to "bottom-girl" was
confirmed as natural and proper, as a definite tremor and shiver went
through Andrea's posterior, naked on display as she stood with her gaze
towards the wall.  She felt the boy's gaze burn into her warm bum. 
Amazingly, she realized, the stinging from her recent spanking had subsided
and her bottom felt merely warm.  She dreaded the further attention it
would be receiving, as she evidently was to represent femininity's rear
charms in the lesson to follow.

   "Furthermore, as Katy has also arranged to somehow be without a
brassiere, and also, my dear, given your guardian's reports on how
admirably sensitive and responsive your breasts are, we shall appoint Katy
our "tit-girl." We've already seen how Katy responds to having her bouncy
teats stimulated, and we shall return for additional observations on this.

   "Leaving, Ashley, you to provide us with a prime example of the most
feminine part of a girl's anatomy.  Her cunt.  " Ashley's intake of breath
as she gasped in surprise and horror, was audible to all the smiling boys.
They knew that in moments the three girls would be in a state of helpless
undress, made to display their lovely young bodies without recourse.

   Marquist walked over to his desk an leaned against it.

   "As you can imagine, ladies, we will brook no disobedience or
hesitation. You're each individually acquainted with my punishments for
disobedience, and I will thoroughly enjoy correcting any young lady who is
anything less than totally compliant.  Understood?

   The three girls cast frightened downcast peeks at one another and then
at Marquist.  There was no need to answer, and they all meekly looked down
and blinked back tears.

   "Female anatomy, the subject on which we will enlighten these young men,
is best displayed either totally uncovered, or in feminine underwear.  So,
ladies, please remove your shirts."

   Katy, topless, didn't move, but Ashley and Andrea unbuttoned their
shirts and opened them.  They obediently folded the shirts perfunctorily,
and placed them on the desks before themselves, looking down in
embarrassment.  They wore expensive, daintily ornamented bras.  Andrea's
bra was yellow lace, with semitransparent gauze cups which allowed the boys
to see her small sharp nipples atop her firm full yet athletic breasts. 
Ashley bared her large, big nippled mammaries under a white half-cup bra
with skirting and green flowers.

   Two girls stood in their bras, their breasts on display, though covered.
Katy's breasts stood proud and bare, one still showing the pink blush from
being recently slapped.

   "Quick step here, girls," ordered Marquist, pointing to one wall of
room. The girls shuffled over, two in panties and Andrea naked below the
waist.  Marquist arranged the girls as he saw fit.

   In the observing Guardian's room, cigar smoke wafted through the air. 
as good natured banter of a risquÃ(C) variety took place between the men.
They observed on the large screen the artistically recorded video of the
girls' arrangement by Marquist.  Chauce, Jack and Ralph were also called to
the wall.  Chauce brought a tall stool and sat on it, one foot on the
ground and the other on a cross-stay of the stool, his knee crooked. 
Marquist grabbed Andrea's arm, and pulled her over beside the boy.  "Bend
over!" he commanded, and tipped her forwards so she tumbled across Chauce's
lap, her naked bottom presented to the boys and the cameras.  Chauce smiled
at the site of the trim but womanly naked bottom on his lap.  Andrea's hips
were wide, but her bottom was full and trim.  Chauce place his palm on the
soft swell of the girl's rounded buttock.  Andrea felt the boy cup her
backside and his fingers stroke the soft skin.

   "Tits:..." indicated Marquist, pointing to Katy, "over to Jack." Katy
reluctantly stepped over to where Jack also sat on a stool.  He pulled her
hands to her head, and turned her to face the room.  Grabbing Katy's
wrists, Jack jerked them back behind her head.  Grabbing a handful of her
dark hair he pulled her head back so she was forced to thrust her boobs
out.

   Katy stood, chest arched outwards, her boobs unprotected and naked and
her hands behind her back, wearing only her panties.  Her belly, arched
backwards with her submissive posture, was flat and slim.  Jack reached up
and lay a possessive hand under one of Katy's boobs, cupping it and feeling
its pleasant firmness, then letting his fingers curl around it and grip it
firmly.

   "And for our nubile young Ashley, we've reserved for you the most
important educational task.  Though certainly women's breasts and buttocks
are a primary feminine attribute, no part of a girl's body is so intimately
womanly as her pudendum, or more colloquially, her pussy, ...her cunt.

   Ashley looked up at her cousin Ralph and the other two boys.  "Oh," she
thought, "How awfully embarrassing, I will be made to show them my pussy!"
At the same time she was aware of a tingle of excitement at the realization
that it would be her handsome cousin, who had after all already touched her
"there" who would be exploring her most intimate folds shortly.

   Ralph took another stool to the wall.  Marquist handed him a pair of
straps and Ralph beckoned the frightened girl over.  He indicated Ashley
should sit on the stool.  He then pushed her torso back so she was resting
against the wall and grasped each of her feet in turn.  He brought these up
to the stool and slipped one side of a strap around her ankle, the other
hooked into an eye on the side of the wide square stool on which she sat.
Her other leg was similarly secured.  Ashley tried to keep her legs
together, pressing her knees against one another.  Ralph then placed his
hands between her closed knees, and looking at her gravely, pushed her
knees apart, making Ashley expose the strip of purple lace and satin
between her legs.

   Chauce wasted no time in using his his hands to explore Andrea's
outthrust, naked, bottom.  The resilient, still leather-strap warmed
hemisphere's felt hot and bouncy and tender under his palm and fingers.  He
massaged the girl's naked buttocks freely.  Terrified of doing anything
that would earn her further punishment, Andrea kept herself totally still,
accepting the boy's exploration of her bottom, even his prying her cheeks
apart so he could see the expertly depilated, dusky, pouting lips of her
cuntslide open, revealing the opening of Andrea's pearly pink vagina.  She
felt the boy's hand play with her naked bottom.  His erection pushed
against her naked belly as she lay across his lap.  She felt his firmness
pulse and stiffen in response to his hand relishing the soft skin and swell
of her naked bottom.

   Andrea feels another hand, rougher and more experienced, less
deferential to her femininity, rest easily on one buttock.  A casual swipe
of the palm smacks her cheek.  Marquist explains, "We've had already,
thanks to your dear Andrea, a demonstration of the properties and utility
of a girl's bottom.  We shall return to your backside presently.  For now,
Chauce will keep your rear sensitized by feeling you up as he wishes, and
you are to relax your bottom and submit to being properly groped."

   Chauce cupped Andrea's cheeks and squeezed, and pulled the cheek from
side to side, shaking it and opening her.

   "Now, I think we should follow up on this with the analogue organ on a
girl's front, the biological mimic of the rounded buttock, by which of
course I mean a young ladies tits, of which yours, my dear Katy," he says
turning to her and making her flinch with fear, "are an exemplary pair, and
shall be just the ticket for our demonstration."

   "It is an interesting characteristic of different young ladies' nipples
that the degree of stimulation required to make them tense is quite
variable.  As you Gentlemen can see, Katy, though being quite well and
firmly titted, has what might be described as naturally tensed nipples, the
buds in their large dark areolas protruding like erasers.  For such cases,
a beneficial training can be implemented with these..." Marquist turned
towards his desk drawer as Katy watched him fearfully.  He turned and held
out a pair of large wooden clothespins, and handed one to Jack.

   "Jack, we must help our little Katy's nipples to pop out further.  Grasp
one of her nubbins with your fingertips.  Now pull, sharply and up, away
from her breast, see how the nipple elongates and her breast takes on a
conical appearance?  Now gripping Katy's springy nipple firmly, I want you
to shake her breast, make it flop back and forth."

   Katy stomach reacts with butterflies at the sensation of the boy's
pincering grip on her sensitive nipple buds.  She watches as her breast
distends and stretches, the plump globe becoming taut, her areola
stretching even more, and her tormented nipple lengthening and taking on a
crimson hue.  She moans at the sharp pinch as Jack starts to pull her
nipple back and forth, her breast moving heavily back and forth.  She
squirms, her shoulders writhing at the abuse of her delicate nipple. 
Marquist hands the boy the large clothespin.  A satisfied smile crosses
Jack's face, as he releases Katy's now hard, tense, nipple.  Roughly, he
brings the jaws of the clothespin around the prominent bud, and lets them
clamp shut, the heavy spring pinching down on her abused nipple.  Katy
cries out, but Jack methodically grasps her other nipple and repeats the
operation -"grasp, pull, shake, then snaps the second clothespin on Katy's
complaining nipple.

   Marquist walks over to Katy and grasps her hair.  He pulls her up from
where she leans against the wall and pulls her forward until her head is
bowed towards her thighs, her clothespinned breasts dangling from her
chest. "Breasts proffered in this manner, hanging free and shifting under
their own weight, are ideal for thorough examination.  Stand here, Jack,
before your charge and, yes, plump and knead her soft titties.  As a man
with much experience, I can assure you young men that Katy's tits are an
exemplarily well-formed, full, yet soft pair.  Do you not think so, Jack?"

   Jack stood before the helpless Katy, and squeezed the girl's large
breasts firmly in his hands.  His fingers grasped both her breasts and
pulled back, gripping the heft of each orb as it slid through his hands,
till the clothespins slid into his palms, at which point he cruelly
squeezed on the jaws pincering Katy's nipples and pushed her breasts back
against her chest, before resuming the motion.  "That's it," Marquist
encouraged him, "Milk Katy's boobies thoroughly for her."

   He grasped Katy's hair and used it to pull her downcast face up until
she was looking up into his face, "Boobs like yours, young lady, can serve
just as well as your buttocks for chastisement, you know!

   "Tony, you've had a bit of practice with the belt already, and as you
are not otherwise engaged, would you very much mind giving this naughty
cows udder a leathery working over?  Though breasts are very sensitive and
appear delicate, they are actually well-suited to soundly being thrashed. I
suggest you attempt to dislodge the clothespins from Katy's nipples."

   Marquist grabbed the girl's head and pull her back, making her sit
upright with her chest thrust forward, her breasts proudly bouncing high on
her chest, the crowning clothespins bobbing softly.  Katy whimpered as she
saw Tony draw the belt back.  She started yelping even before the swiping
rough leather sank deep into both her breasts.  A startled moan suppressed
her yelp as she felt the deep, biting sting of the belt across her tender
breasts.  It wasn't the first time she'd had her breasts thrashed.  Her
foster father favored that part of her anatomy in fact and often contrived
to torment her breasts.  A hypnotic passivity came over Katy when her
breasts were stimulated and she felt sluggish and servile, unable to move
away or react.  Three more swipes of the split leather belt smacked her
bosom before both clothespins had flown off.  Her punished nipples needed
no additional instruments to stand erectly at attention now.

   Marquist came up to the girl, and grabbing one of her breasts, brought
it high, up towards her face.  Stretching it out towards her mouth, he
commanded, "Lick...  Suck...  Tend little tit-girl to your own nipples,
lick them.  Now place your mouth around it..." she hesitated and Marquist
pushed her head down and pulled her hair.  She took the hard, stinging
nipple into her own mouth and obeyed, sucked it hard.  "Bite!" commanded
the teacher, "I want to see tooth marks on your nipple, or I will instruct
Tony to use the belt to thrash only your nipples ten times each!" Katy
trembled and obeyed, sinking her teeth into her own turgid bud, hard enough
that when Marquist pulled her head back, marks from her teeth were visible
on her darkened areola.  "That is good, Katy, now..." he pulled her head
using his hand's purchase in her hair, "Let's see if Tony's sucking and
biting adds a bit of spice shall we?"

   Tony quickly leaned down and fastened his hungry mouth on the girls
nipple, sucking into his mouth as much of her full globe as he could.  Katy
felt his tongue bathe her breast tip, worrying her aching nipple, then
starting to bite it, almost chew on it while he sucked.  Tony released one
breast, only to fasten onto the other heavy orb, his hands clamped to the
bottom side of her breasts, pumping them towards his mouth.

   Katy closed her eyes, feeling the deep hypnotic, peaceful, sensation she
knew came from steady stimulation of her nipples.  She felt the firm
sucking alternate between her proffered breasts, a soft warm sensation
making her nipples tense and throb.  She felt her nipples bunch and tense.
The nipple being bathed in the boys mouth, felt full and warm, relaxing
under the ministrations of the flicking tip of his tongue as it coursed
over her throbbing, warm nipple.  The mouth quit one breast tip, which felt
cold and sticky and tensed, as the boy moved to Katy's other breast and the
sensation repeated itself.  She couldn't prevent herself from emitting
little gasps and moans, as Tony gave her tits a good suckling.

   Marquist observed amusedly, and commented, "You will observe, gentlemen,
how our little Katy responds to having her breasts stimulated.  As her
nipples are moistened and tugged she is experiencing intense sexual
pleasure.  When we check later on between her labia, you will find she has
quite thoroughly dampened herself.  We will defer verifying this for the
moment, as we have already chosen Ashley for the part of our anatomy lesson
dealing with a girl's genitals.  However, I think there's no harm if Tony
were to verify the state of our booby-girl's panties.

   "Open your legs Katy, so Tony can feel whether you are properly dry
between your legs."

   Tony's mouth released the full, tense nipple.  Katy's eyes opened.  She
obediently opened her legs slightly.  Tony pushed them further apart.  The
pale yellow strip of material stretched across her genitals showed a clear
dark, wet, line delineating Katy's cunt-lips.  It was certainly not
necessary for Tony to place his fingers on it and trace the slick line of
her labia, but the young man took his time fingering the slick, wet cloth,
thoroughly palpating the soft damp lips under the cloth.  He chuckled, "Oh,
yes...  little Katy seems to wet herself quite thoroughly from having her
nipples stimulated!"

   Observing his friend's thorough tit-sucking the young lady, and now
fingering her between her legs , Chauce reached over and caressed Andrea's
stocking clad legs, stroking the bare skin between the top of her stockings
and her panties.  Then, as if realizing for the first time that there was a
naked bottomed girl lying across his lap, her rear a deliciously available
target, he raised his palm and brought it down hard, back and forth on
either side of Andrea's already reddened backside.  The moans and
complaints from both girls mingled into a delicious medley of girlish
mewing as the boys punished them.

   Marquist put his hand up after a brief span of this, and the boys
stopped and lent him their attention.  "Now we will pass to a girl's third
erogenous zone, which our dear Ashley's pussy will help us become
acquainted." Ralph holding Ashley's head back, her knees spread by the
straps on her ankles, moved his hand to the lavender, silky cloth between
Ashley's legs.  His hand cupped her prominent smooth mound, gentling his
fingers back and forth across her vulva, his fingers catching on her
satin-covered pussy lips and pulling them first one way, then another,
forcing them to spread and open.  Ashley looked down.  Her own heavy
breasts swung in their lavender satin brassiere, the cups of which Ralph
quickly pushed aside, causing her breasts to spill out, now swinging free
with her bra lifting and pushing them together.  Ralph's hand between her
leg was tracing her slit, pushing the material of her silken panties into
her slit.  Looking up she saw the enraptured attentive gazes of the other
boys locked to the spot between her legs.  She felt the soft material of
her panties slide over her skin, then felt it push between her lips,
opening them and bunching in her slit.  Her clean-shaven, soft, full pussy
lips were uncovered to the young men's gaze!

   Ralph grasped the front of Ashley's panty and pulled upwards, stretching
the gusset and sinking it into her folds.  Moving his grip back and forth,
he made the stretched panty cause Ashley's pussy lips to wiggle back and
forth.  A hint of her trimmed dark pubic triangle became visible.

   Ashley squirmed and attempted to close her legs, but was prevented by
the straps.  Jack walked up to the girl's knees and pulled her legs further
open.  He took one foot in his hand and held it out to on side, so Ashley
was stretched open, her smooth, pale, creamy thigh strained open in a
splayed posture affording the boys unfettered access to her genitals.

   "Girl's undies these days are whisps of nothing," said Marquist, and
reached between Ashley's legs.  She saw he held a small scissors, and
flinched as he slipped the blade under the material between her legs.  Two
quick snips and the gusset ofAshley's panties sprung openb revealing her
pink, perfectly shaved lips and the bare V of her pudendum.  Ralph slowly
pulled the garment out from under Ashley's bottom, leaving the girl
spread-eagled, her soft, plump, hairless cuntlips open for all the men to
examine to their delight.

   Marquist, lectured "It is curious to note that every cunt has a slightly
different appearance, there is almost a signature to a girl's genitalia. 
As you can see Ashley's cunt is characterized by her thick pouty outer
labia, lending her vulva a pleasing round concavity..." the old man's
fingers touched her bare pussy, then he ran a finger along the length of
her lips.  Applying further pressure, he pushed his fingers between her
full outer lips and used his finger to trace the more complex, convoluted,
course of her inner lips.

   "Ashley's inner lips, closed now, form a charming protrusion between her
labia majora.  Ralph, please take over the demonstration?  I believe you
have had occasion to already study your nieces female parts?"

   Ralph smiled and walked up to the spread-eagled girl.  "Yes, of course,
now, Ashley has a trim little pussy, with neat, symmetrical outer lips
which don't close all the way over her cunt.  This displays her inner
labia."

   Ralph used two fingers to trace Ashley's labia, then pushing between the
lips, he opened his fingers revealing the pink, slick opening of her
vagina. Ashley shuddered as her cousin ran his fingers over her splayed
open genitals and teased the opening to her vagina with the tip of his
fingers.

   Marquist explained, "Observe how as Ralph runs his fingertips over
Ashley's naked pussy, tracing her opening lips and occasionally flicking
over her clitoris in its little hood, Ashley's vagina clenches and
releases."

   Ralph had already had occasion in the past to explore his niece's
womanly genitalia, and was aware of the flood of sensations that his
handling Ashley's cunt was causing her.  He plucked one inner lip between
his thumb and forefinger, and with his other hand pulled her other lip
back, so that her soft folds pulled away making her vagina gape.  He pulled
up and down along the length of her slit, then traced the lip to the top
where he placed his fingers on the hood of her clitoris, and pulled up,
bring Ashley's tiny pale pink bud.

   Marquist instructed Ralph, "For instructional purposes, Ralph, be so
kind as to pull Ashley's clitoral hood, that charming little covering of
flesh up, so we may concentrate on her clitoris, poised at the juncture of
her labia like a pearl.  A sensitive pearl.  Please illustrate this for us
by rubbing Ashley's bare clit with the tip of your finger.

   Ralph applied the pad of his index finger to his cousin's bare little
clitoris.  Ashley's body twitched and, as the boy continued caressing her
most sensitive organ, he squirmed and gasped.  Legs spread wide, she felt
humiliated, exposed and vulnerable, her most private feminine parts being
handled freely, and her vagina gaping.

   "Observe, Gentlemen," explained Marquist, how our young lady squirms,
her bottom unable to stay still and her vagina becoming, as we can see more
open.  Yes, young lady, I think your squirming vulva us opening up like a
flower, and we are starting to see inside your lovely cunt tunnel!

   "Finally, Gentlemen, I would like you to appreciate the pleasing
appearance of a young woman's sexual organs.  The way the rounded cheeks of
her bottom cradle and frame the soft swell of her outer labia, the
convolute folds of her inner labia, a slightly deeper shade of pink in
Ashley's case, and as you can observe from Ashley's squirming, the tight
feminine sheath of her vagina, which now that it has started to open, we
shall find something for Ashley to grip.  Let us see how Ashley's cunt
responds to being penetrated!

   "It is silly my dear Ashley, to look so distressed.  Surely, as our
vagina-girl for today's lesson, you had not expected us to ignore the
vagina's main purposes?  That of cradling and providing pleasure to a male
organ moving inside it?  Oh, no, young lady, we have a great deal of
educational material to cover.

   Ashley watched horrified as the old man moved towards his desk and
opened a drawer.  Her hips bucked, her bottom clenching and unclenching as
her cousin continued massaging the swell of her lightly furred mons,
stretching her lips back and forth.  She could feel the slickness with
which her lips slid against one another between her legs, attesting to how
wet she was.  In fact, the boys watched the girls' slit stretch and squirm,
and the shiny slickness of her juices cover her feminine triangle, then
spread to make shiny blotches on her upper thighs between her legs.

   Ashley gasped as she saw what Marquist extracted from his desk drawer.
It was a large, lifelike, rubber penis, very long, though Ashley, and
worse, very wide.  It looked lifelike, she thought, with realistic veining,
even coloration.

   "As much as I am sure we would have no lack of volunteers to demonstrate
the effect of penetration on our young student, in order to maintain a
scientific tone to our investigation, we shall employ this device, but no
reason to be dry about it.  Let's name it, shall we, let's say "Dick
Dildo?" Ralph, thank you, you may cease your ministrations on our dear
Ashley.  Circle round boys.

   The gathered boys gleefully encircled the spread-eagled girl, her heavy
boobs hanging over the top of her violet satin brassiere, big, dark nipples
tense with fright, a scared wide-eyed look in her large brown eyes.

   Ashley tensed against her bonds as Marquist stepped up between her
splayed thighs.  Slowly, almost casually, brought the instrument closer to
her pussy.

   "Dirk, say hello to Ashley's cunt," intoned the stern lecturer.  He
placed the dildo's head against her labia.  "Often, a hand can be used at
this moment to push aside the vaginal lips, and clear entry to the feminine
passage, but today we will illustrate instead the natural early reluctance
of a vagina to accept a large penetrating object."

   Ashley felt the firm instrument push against her only partially opened
lips.  Marquist narrated, "As the penetrating object exerts continuous
pressure on the vaginal lips, as you can see gentlemen, they stretch
inwards until, yes there it is, they part to the side beginning to nestle
around the penetrating penis.  At this point, while the tip is just inside
her labia, pushing at her inner lips, moving it slightly over the
ante-chamber so to speak, serves to collect the girl's lubrication on the
head of the penetrating penis.  See, how Ashley's slick juices start to
coat our friend Dirk Dildo?

   Ashley wriggled and struggled as she felt the firm bulbous object rub
over her pudendum and push her lips open.  She closed her eyes in shame, as
she felt the old man exert pressure, pushing the fake penis' head into her,
her vagina obediently stretching open to allow it entry into her body.

   The boys watched the hard rubber cock start to enter the young girls
body, pushing open her small vagina.  They gleefully heard her whimpers as
she was penetrated relentlessly.

   "As the glans enters the vagina, opening the passage, you can see how
the inner lips hug the contour of the our friend Dirk's head."

   Ashley twitched as Marquist exerted pressure, burying the dildo's head
inside her cunt.  "Once inside, the vagina cradles and wraps itself around
the intruder, in a way that stimulates and pleasures the cockhead.  As you
can see when I remove the head again, Ashley's cunt has coated it copiously
with her girlish lubrication, allowing the next thrust into her to sink
deeper into her accepting body cavity.  "

   Marquist pushed hard into the spread-eagled, helpless, girl and the
dildo forced it's way into her tight vagina, accompanied, by plaintive
whimpers from the girl as she was brusquely opened.

   "Observe gentlemen, Ashley's reaction as I now repeatedly drive Dirk
deep into her cunt, beginning to fuck her in earnest.  See how she trembles
and shakes at the stimulation.  Her whimpers are further proof of the force
of sensations to her cunt.  Please line up gentlemen and try some thrusts
yourselves to see the variety of responses you can elicit from our
vagina-girl.

   Tony was the first boy to take his turn with the dildo, and he wasted no
time in slamming it hard into her, until the rubber cockhead slammed into
Ashley's cervix, causing a mewl of pain to come from the girl, and making
her body tense and buck.  Once the instrument was buried deep in her, Tony
drove it back and forth, keeping it buried well within Ashley's vagina as
he repeatedly drove it in as far as it would go.

   Marquist explained, "Our Ashley is distressed, as you can tell.  Dirk is
all the way into her pussy, and when he hits bottom, it causes her a dull
ache, deep in her most feminine parts.  Please continue, Tony, but it is
important to soothe our volunteer vagina-girl as we don't want her too
hysterical for the rest of your explorations.

   Marquist moved behind the girl and cupped her large bare breasts in his
hands.  His fingers caressed Ashley's tense nipples softly and soothingly.
"One way to ease a girl's distress at being deeply fucked is to stimulate
her breasts, which has an admirable calming effect, perhaps because it is
associated with nursing a baby?"

   In fact, as her boobs were gentled by the old man, Ashley felt her fear
and distress abate slightly, and registered the in and out of the object
stretching her pussy, now with a hint of pleasure in the feeling it
engendered.

   Marquist observed, "Dirk is now quite, quite damp, dear Ashley.  You are
enjoying showing us how your cunt responds to being fucked, are you?" Shame
washed over the girl at being presented spread-eagled and violated in from
of all these man.  How much greater her embarrassment would have been had
she been aware of the delight and crude remarks being made by the observers
in the other room!"

   "Chauce," Marquist indicated, "Please take your turn." The young man
stepped up eagerly and was handed the dildo which Tony extracted from
Ashley's pussy, which closed gratefully behind the intruder as it was
removed from her body, leaving nevertheless as was obvious her slit gaping
open from its workout.

   Tony stepped back and as the next boy stepped up to the open-legged
girl, handed the artificial penis to him.  Chauce positioned himself inside
Ashley's spread legs, so one of her knees rested on his back and she was
forced to open her legs even further.  One of his hands took hold of her
hair and pulled her head back as he directed the Dildo towards her crotch.

   "Your little pussy is going to open for Dirk, won't it, Ashley.  You and
he are already good friends, now let's see if you can be fast friends."

   Chauce plunged the dildo into Ashley's open vagina, but only about
halfway in then quickly withdrew it almost completely.  He started driving
it in and out of her pussy quickly, at the cadence of a very athletic quick
fuck.  Ashley felt the penis push against the sensitive front wall of the
inside of her vagina, making her pubic mound jut upward.  The girl panted
quickly outbursts of exclamations accompanied the rhythmic pounding her
pussy was receiving.  Marquist, still caressing Ashley's full boobs and
feeling them shake and shift fluidly, could not resist one big turgid,
sky-pointing, deep pink nipple, and bowed his head to it, sucking into his
mouth not only Ashley's big nipple and the surrounding dark pink areola,
but also the crest of her soft white breast.  Her tit firmly lodged in his
mouth, he felt the weight of it shift back and forth across his face as the
young man pounded her nether parts.

   Ashley felt the large rubber penis impaling her.  She couldn't resist
writhing at the strong sensation in her core as her vagina was repeatedly
opened and stretched.  She was ashamed to hear herself making quick mewling
sound, and reluctantly looking down between her legs, was unable to look
away from the sight of her feminine and delicate lips repeatedly spreading
themselves, her pubic mound rising as the intruding object filled and
expanded her insides, her cleft spreading itself and she was ashamed to
notice her little clit bud protruding from its tiny demure hood, and
protruding visibly.  "Ohh...  ohhh...oooo...." She involuntarily exclaimed.

   Getting in one more suck on the bouncing boob, Marquist let it pop wetly
from his mouth, and instructed, "Thank you Chauce, that is a very good
illustration of how Ashley's cunt will handle a vigorous fucking, As we
saw, the repeated, quick and hard penetration leaves Ashley panting and
writhing.  And as you can see, her cunt is now quite stretched open on its
own, none too eager to return to its closed, friendless state."

   "And, of course, thank you dear Ashley for so ably demonstrating your
little cunt's proper use!"

   "And now, young ladies, for the final piece of instruction today, please
remove all your clothing, except stockings garter belts and heels!  Help
Ashley down from the stool, please, Ralph.

   The girls stood and hesitantly removed their bras and pushed their
panties down.  The boys nearest each took the garments and stared at the
nubile naked young ladies.

   "This state of dress, so apt for the group punishment session we are
about to have, will be required of you frequently in my class.  It is
called 'elegant nude.' It is to be distinguished from "absolute nude" in
which no garments at all are to be worn.  The elegant nude ensemble, with
stockings, high-heels, and garter belts, ensures that your posture is
elongated and feminine, proudly displaying your nude bodies to their best
advantage,

   The three girls stood, each wearing only shoes and stockings and a lacy
garter belt.

   "Ladies, be so kind as to stand against the blackboard facing us, yes,
spread yourselves out.  Hands by your sides!  We don't want you covering
yourselves.  It is far too late for any false feminine modest about your
ripe young bodies."

   Ashley, Katy, and Andrea positioned themselves next to one another at
the old, wood-framed blackboard.  They could smell the old chalk dust,
behind them, reminiscent of so many old-fashioned and strict institutions.
The three naked girls glanced nervously up at the boys who were sitting at
their desks intently staring at the displayed females.  Each naked girl
displayed a pair of delicious and youthful breasts, soft flat bellies
leading down to their exposed pudenda, each sporting a different style. 
Ashley's pubic triangle was decorated by a small tuft of bush, close cut
but with a start of a curl to it.  Her nether lips were prominent below it,
and her cleft framed a small fold in which her clitoris hid.  Katy's vulva
was totally bare, giving her the appearance almost of a little girl, a
clean straight split between the peach halves of her bare cunt.  Andrea's
nether fashion statement was a close cropped strip covering the swell of
her mons.

   Marquist appeared to ponder, "What shall we do with the remaining time
to be most educational?  Ah yes, I have it!"

   Going back to his desk, he retrieved a large open box, of the sort used
to store pencils or drafting supplies, then took it to the cabinet by the
side of the room.  The girls watched him with worried expressions, as he
collected items and put them in the box.  He then came over to the
blackboard and explained, "Girls, I will hand you two items each, which
will serve us for the remained of this lesson, and you are to hold them
until you are called individually."

   Marquist stepped in front of Ashley.  He muttered to himself, "I think
pink is a good color for you Ashley, take this..." Ashley reached out with
her hand and found it clasping a long bullet shaped vibrator, colored a
metallic pink.  The teached also handed her a rubber beach shoe, with a
whippy corrugated sole.  Ashley looked at these with fearful curiosity.

   Marquist then gave similar vibrators in green and blue to Andrea and
Katy, handing Andrea a long, black riding crop, with thick woven handle, a
long leather covered shaft, and a wide leather loop in the shape of a spade
at its end.  Katy was given the wide leather strap which had recently been
used on Andrea's posterior.

   "As we have explored the various parts of these ladies' female
anatomies, there is one thing that we have left out, and I think we shall
allow all of you girls to help us illustrate it.  Namely, having seen these
girls sexual parts and some of their responses to being manipulated, we
move now to the end.  The rear end, in fact, if you will allow a little
pun. By which I refer of course to their rear openings and the responses
that can be elicited from the violation of their backsides, the
introduction of a firm object into their anuses.

   All three girls gasped frightenedly.

   "Ladies, go to your desks.  Now, I want you to get on your knees on the
seats, and lean right over your desks.  This will present your backsides
perfectly for our next exploration...  All the way over, stretch out!  I
want your charming bare buttocks pointing straight up."

   The girls obeyed, frightenedly, clambering awkwardly over the wooden
expanses of their desks.  They were painfully aware of how exposed their
naked buttocks would appear to the boys.

   "Now, young ladies, please hold out your vibrators, and Gentlemen, if
you would be so kind as to take these from the young ladies?  No need to
fret, girls, they will soon be returned to you, and employed in the fashion
for which they, and your tempting rear ends, I may say, were intended.

   Chauce, Tony, and Jack quickly stepped forward to take the proffered
vibrators from the embarrassed girls.  The girls looked up with trepidation
at the old teacher, who handed a tube to Chauce, and instructed,
"Gentlemen, please apply this lubricant liberally to the items you are
holding.  No doubt, the young ladies nervousness and fear will make their
hind entrances somewhat tight, and we must think of their comfort as well."

   The young men took turns anointing the shiny plastic phalluses
liberally. Marquist continued, "We shall now proceed to introduce these
vibrators into our charming young ladies' asses one by one.  As you can
imagine they may well attempt to resist their penetration, so we will
encourage them to relax their nether regions by a strong application of
each girls' implement across her lower buttocks.  You will find that a
series of unrelenting, sharp smacks on the lower curves of their buttocks
will serve admirably in making them accede to the penetration of their
anuses.

   "Ralph, your part will be to administer the bottom smackings.

   "Jack, please begin with Katy.  Apply the lubricant liberally, then
please introduce Katy's vibrator into her as Ralph applies the wide leather
belt to her posterior to encourage her opening herself.

   Ralph stepped in front of the girl's desk and took the wide leather belt
from her hand.  Katy felt Jack's hand cup one of her bottom cheeks, and
push it sideways, then suddenly felt the slick, pointed tip of the
vibrator, touch the sensitive ring of her anus.  The slight vibration
communicated itself directly to her tender ring and she felt the tip press
down, attempting to push into her.  Her buttocks clenched at the intrusion,
but as they did, she a fiery, burning, stripe of pain coursed through one
cheek as the boy standing in front of her thrashed one rounded buttock. 
She felt her bottom bounce, and then another smack fall across her other
cheek.  She whimpered and her bottom spasmed, giving the lubricated tip of
the vibrator an opportunity to press into her and being to open up her rear
entrance.  She gasped as the boy behind her twirled the vibrator, which now
inside her anal opening, sank deeper into her, as her backside opened to it
under another lash from the belt.

   Jack looked down on the enticing sight of Katy's long, full buttocks,
spread wide as the girl bent over the desk.  The soft, pinkened mounds of
the girls' bottom trembled fluidly rippling with the sobs that escaped the
girl.  Tears streaked the lovely pixie face as the Katy softly wept. 
Katy's puffy vaginal pouch, gaped at the rear so the boys could see the
entrance to her pink vagina between the fleshy lobes of her labia.  Just
behind it, her cute, crinkled rear entrance slowly widened as Jack pushed
the point of the vibrator into the girl.  It resisted for a moment, ceding
away from the point, then suddenly the tip penetrated her anal rosette, and
it widened, sliding open on the lubricated intruding object.  The tip
entered her anus, then Jack pushed harder, and the long cylinder sank into
the girl's arsehole, her bottom cheeks vibrating madly with the sensation.

   Though Katy's rear no longer resisted the entry of the hard object at
all, Ralph looked quickly at Jack, who smiled and moved his hand up to the
very end of the vibrator so it would be out of the way of the swipe of the
hard leather belt which Ralph brought down on the white, tender mounds. 
Katy sobbed loudly as Ralph strapped her, catching the lower full curves of
her bottom.  If anything was nicer than the sight of Katy's long womanly
rear being forcibly impaled, it was the wide red strap marks that decorated
her ass right under the vibrator, deep red on the crests, then fading to
pink on the sides and middle, a white gap where in the crack of her arse
where the bright colorful vibe buzzed encased by the girlflesh.

   "Unnh" Katy exclaimed as she felt the vibrator sink deeply inside her.
"Good," intoned the strict disciplinarian, "now Jack please ensure that our
nicely skewered young bottom doesn't become complacent to her penetration.
Turn up the vibrations and make sure to push in and out to keep exercising
Katy's little asshole.  Twisting the vibrator is also a nice touch."

   Katy felt the boy twist the vibrator embedded deeply in her bottom.  As
the shaft rotated in her ass, the boy thrusting it in and out slowly, she
felt his hand rest on her bare bottom, petting her trembling buttocks with
frightening familiarity.

   Jack leered as his hand caressed the helpless girl's rounded, thrust
out, pinkened cheeks.  His hand cupped the hot soft crest of one cheek. 
His open palm traveled to the baby-soft flesh between her ass cheeks.  Katy
felt the boy's unrestrained fingers dip lower until they were touching the
rear of her vaginal lips.  She trembled as the boy placed a finger on each
side of the rear of the entrance to her vagina, and separated her lips,
prodding with a fingertip at the opening rear of her vagina.

   "And now Chauce, if you'll do the same for Ashley's nicely prominent
bottom?" Ralph took the whippy athletic shoe from Ashley.  Chauce took the
initiative.  He nodded to Ralph, and Ashley felt two smart, hard spanks of
the rubber sole across her buttocks, a burning sensation suffusing the full
nates.  "Ashley, please grasp your bottom cheeks, one in each hand, and
pull them apart for me," ordered the boy.  Ashley obeyed, and grasped one
smarting full cheek in each hand, then embarrassedly separated them. 
Chauce was not gentle, and Ashley squealed as he shoved the vibrating
missile hard into her resisting backside.  She felt her rear entrance
penetrated, and felt it stretch painfully open.  She resisted, and a
searing blaze of pain suffused the lower, rounded, edge of one of her
bottom cheeks.  Ashley whimpered, only to feel the rubber sole smack down
again on the very same tender spot on her ass.  As her bottom trembled with
the sting, she felt the firm intruder push deeper into her vanquished anus.
The vibrator plunged down deep into her unresistingly, but Ralph lashed the
trainer's rubber sole against the lower curve of her other cheek anyway. 
The intense stinging caused her bottom to contract and wriggle, while
Chauce thrust the long vibrator in and out of the girl's bottom, plunging
in deep, then pulling it out all the way, before roughly pushing it into
her ass again.

   Chauce observed, "You're doing a lovely job, Ashley, of welcoming the
member butt fucking you.  Such a pity that it is hard plastic, and not a
hard male cock which your soft, round ass can caress and stimulate!

   Ralph now moved to where Tony stood next to the upturned Andrea, her
broad buttocks pointed enticingly heavenwards, framed charmingly by the
straps of her garters.  Ralph admired Andrea's full, broad, feminine
backside, and with a cruel smile, he took the whip from her and said, "You
have a ripe bottom, little girl, nice and curvy and prominent.  Just made
for a really thorough smacking, wouldn't you say?" Andrea saw the boy lift
his arm high in the air and heard the whistle of the leather-covered crop
as it sliced towards her backside.  The impact as the small stiff triangle
of leather at the end against the lower curve of one cheek made that
hemisphere ripple and caused a red welt to immediately bloom on Andrea's
pearly white backside.  "Stick out your bottom, girl!" ordered Marquist as
Andrea's hips bucked and she contracted her bottom, tightening and
flattening her backside's cheeks against one another.  As Ralph whipped her
again and again, Tony plunged the last vibrator into Andrea's asshole and
turned it up high.

   "Gentlemen," please turn up the vibrators to their full setting.  Let us
observe the squirming of these nicely reddened asses.  Jack, you see how
naughty Katy is attempting to push her vibrator out?  Give her a sharp
series of smacks across the buttocks with the belt and push it back in
roughly.  The same goes for the rest of you gentlemen!"

   In the viewing room, the men smoking cigars and laughing observed as,
following instructions the boys applied their implements to the soft female
buttocks before them.  Smacks rang out as the belt, crop, and slipper fell
repeatedly on jiggling, squirming, female bottoms, turning them quickly
deep red.  Andrea, the bottom-girl, after all, fared worst, as both Chauce
and Tony each thrashed one buttock.  The sounds of moans and whimpers
mingled in the darkened room with the men's chuckles and occasional graphic
observations on the punishment being meted out.

   The four boys had by now established a rhythm and were applying their
various implements to the girls' prominent, rounded, and quickly reddening
asses.

   Katy felt the searing heat of the wide leather strap smack across the
lower curve of both of her bottom cheeks, and at the same time, she felt
the boy turn the vibrator lodged in her tender asshole, and push it back
and forth into her.  Marquist walked up in front of Katy, her bosom bent
forward toward him.  She felt him grab her hair, in a sheaf, as if making a
ponytail, and she struggled to lift herself on her knees as he pulled her
up by her captive hair.  Her breasts, which were flattened against the
desk, hung down before her as she supported her weight uncomfortably on her
knees.  She felt Marquist's hand reach out and delicately trace the
contours of her bare breast, caressing her tender globe around it's lower
edge, them cupping a breast and lifting it while squeezing it.  His fingers
pincered the girl's tender tit and squeezed it hard, pulling outward until
he had a firm grip on Katy's thick pink nipple which he pinched painfully
as he stretched it towards him.  Katy felt the twin ache of her nipple
being pulled hard, the sting of the strap falling on her bare bottom, and
the thrusting fullness of the vibrator in her bottom.

   Andrea whimpered almost hysterically, her bottom stung so much from the
belts being wielded by the two boys punishing her.  She implored and begged
them to wait, to stop, to no avail.  Her bottom cheeks exploded with fire
at every stroke of the strap, and she squirmed, held in place now by a hand
on her hip, now a grip on her thigh, then a firm grip on her boob.

   Katy closed her eyes, lulled into a hypnotic quiet by the searing sting
repeatedly exploding across her naked, reddened bottom.  As her full cheeks
acquired a bright pink crowning blush at the center of each bottom cheek,
the stinging merged into a strong sexual signal conveyed directly from her
squirming ass cheeks to her throbbing pussy.  Each time the belt fell on
her buttocks, she felt herself moistening between her legs, until, she was
ashamed to think, the area between her legs must appear to be slick, wet,
and shiny.

   "Now that you have secured your young ladies, gentlemen, pinning them
down so to speak by their nether parts, you won't fail to notice that they
are presenting their bare genitals to you.  Girls, spread your legs to
allow these young men access to your pussies!  Gentlemen, just push their
thighs apart and if they resist apply your spanking implements to their
thighs."

   Smacks rang out as all the girls received smacks on their upper rear
thighs, in spite of the fact that they all had opened their legs obediently
at Marquists' command, the discomfort in their bottom holes rendering them
docile and eager to escape further discomfort.

   "It seems a pity to let these ladies most intimate femininity remain
unattended, wouldn't you say.  Please use your hands to massage their
slits, that's it, push them open and explore those folds.  Yes, I imagine
your fingers will get sticky from their girl juices, just rub it on their
thighs and buttocks.  In fact let us see which of the ladies has the most
copious secretions."

   The boys' hands played between the girls' legs freely, splitting their
labia and pushing them aside, fingers coursing into the three girl's
lubricating vaginas.  The vibrators in their asses and the fingers at their
most intimate parts caused them to squirm, thighs and buttocks clenching
and unclenching.

   Ashley lay still, trembling, her naked bottom in the air.  The boys gave
it an occasional smack, but were busy at this point manipulating her fleshy
lower lips.  She squirmed as the hard male fingers massaged her genitals
roughly, a thumb coursing over her rigid little clit, causing her to moan
and jump.  The boys snickered at this, and now both of them had a hand
between her legs, indiscriminately pulling her open and groping her moist
pussy.

   The older men in the observation room, snickered delightedly as they
watched the three girls writhe in discomfort, as their most private parts
were toyed with.

   "Let us bring the class to a close," intoned Marquist.  Gentlemen,
please remove the vibrators and hand them back to the girls.  Girls, quick
now, take the vibrators and come stand here at the board.  Face the board."

   The girls obeyed shuffling forward and standing facing the blackboard,
their reddened full bottoms contracting with discomfort and pain.  "Boys,
please return the young ladies their panties."

   "Ladies, hold on your panties.  Katy, put on your top, but leave the bra
off.  Now each of you offer your panties to your handler, as a way of
thanking them for furthering your education today.  Katy, I think as tit
girl, you should also offer your bra to Jack.  That's it.  Now please file
out to the hall where you will find your guardian or parent waiting for
you. Until next time!"