A stream of school uniforms flooded through the halls. It was a warm day and everyone wanted to be outside for lunch. Middle school girls giggled and shouted to friends, all in short sleeved blouses, above the knee bottle green skirts and bare legs, enjoying the summer weather and anticipating the end of the school year. Here and there were dots of brightness, red skirts moving with the stream then clumping into groups. One such group split away down an empty corridor before stopping at an office door.
The front girl rapped her knuckles and was rewarded with a brisk “Come In!” She and her six fellows went inside. If the normal uniform could be called accommodating, these girls were all dressed scandalously. Sleeveless blouses, cropped to reveal their midriffs, skirts so high on their thighs that it was a wonder nothing showed below, some in high heels, some with wrist and/or ankle cuffs, some with collars. They stood in a line, feet together, hands behind their back, facing the teacher's desk and the woman rising to survey them.
Ms Holland enjoyed her job for many reasons. Teaching was a calling to her, and she had been doing it for many years. That said, some parts were more enjoyable than others, and this was one of those parts. She scanned the seven children, the youngest barely eleven years old and the oldest several months past her thirteenth birthday. They wore a range of expressions, from nervous to expectant.
“You first, Lacey. Bring the stool and bend over. Hands flat on the seat, feet apart, legs straight, you know the way, chop chop.”
Lacey was in the middle in both age and height, with gorgeous wavy blonde hair. She did as she was told, and the result left nothing to the imagination. Her long, slim, tanned legs were shaped perfectly by the pose and her three inch pumps, her hair fanned down over the stool and her skirt puddled at her waist. She was not wearing any underwear, but instead a shining band ran between her legs and up the crevice of her buttocks. There was an oval opening at her anus, but her vagina and pubic area were blocked by steel. Both ends connected to a metal waist belt.
Ms Holland put one hand on Lacey's head, winding her fingers into that golden mane, while her other probed between the girl's legs. She made sure there was no gap anywhere between metal and flesh. Lacey hissed as a finger forced itself against her anal ring, but she didn't move. The teacher stroked the girl's smooth and supple thighs, taking her time and enjoying their warmth and softness. Lastly she reached into Lacey's blouse, where she found both nipples hard and their breast buds hot with sexual excitement.
“Up, hands on head over there. Frances, you're next.”
Each child was examined in turn, every one of them wearing a chastity device of some sort. They ranged from the strict steel belts to the youngest girl, Rita, who had a plastic finger nestled in her slit, one end covering her clitoris and the other curving up and into her vagina: ribbons laced criss-cross between labia piercings held it in place. Some were for prolonged use - Kelly had been wearing hers for over a month - and others just during the day. All the girls in the latter category, save Rita, were fitted with glass or metal anal plugs.
Most of the girls were stoic during inspection and whatever liberties Ms Holland chose to take with them went unremarked. Candy was the exception; she wore a broad collar and was short for her age, so bending over was uncomfortable. She was very self-conscious about her body, being on the chunky side. While she had only turned twelve in March, she had the biggest breasts of the group. The teacher was rough with this girl, forcing her down into place and pinching and squeezing her buttocks and plump thighs. Candy's ankle cuffs jingled as she stamped her feet and wiggled, earning her a stinging slap on each leg. She squealed, “Mo-oom! Ow!”
“Shush, kiddo. You're a big girl, be brave like your friends here. I'll punish you at home, now stand with the others.”
Seven faces showed a range of emotion. Lacey was relaxed and smiling. Candy was downcast with blushing cheeks. Rita chewed her lip. Kelly was pale and her eyes were closed. All waited for what came next: who would feel pleasure, and who would feel pain.
“It's been an interesting week. Some of you are definitely too eager for the summer break. Lacey and Rita, you get to climax. Padma, you did well enough, but your owner marked you for denial. Candy, denial for you too. Don't give me that look, I told you to get that worksheet done and you blew it off. Kelly, Frances and Diane, it's punishment for you three.”
Ms Holland tapped at her smartphone and the first four girls reacted as vibrators came to life and began stimulating their sexual organs. Rita moaned and Lacey rolled her hips, both knowing they had almost an hour of non-stop pleasure before the toys would shut off. Poor Candy and Padma glanced at each other; it would be an hour of frustration as they were brought close to orgasm only for the vibration to be replaced with an electric shock. The cycle would repeat, there would be no relief and they would spend the afternoon horny and desperate.
The teacher pointed at the scared, shamefaced trio.
“You have ten seconds to choose which of you will stay here in my office and service me while the other two take their punishment. Or I can send all three outside and get your shocks at high power.”
It didn't take ten seconds. A little pointing, two nods and Frances was pushed forward. Her Mistress was extremely strict so the other two showed mercy; the girl was already in for a severe disciplining when she got home. Frances knelt at Ms Holland's feet and waited to be told what to do.
The teacher tapped again and Diane and Frances tensed and yelped as electricity fizzed into them. As it happened both girls wore anal plugs with electro-torture functionality, so they were being shocked anally as well as vaginally (and in Diane's case there was a wire on her prepuce). The punishment happened in pulses; on for a few seconds, off for a little longer, then back on again. Diane whimpered. Frances swallowed and her eyes misted. Each bit of relief was tempered with the knowledge that more suffering was to come.
Speaking of coming, Lacey and Rita were both close. Rita had squashed her thighs together below that indecently short skirt and was squirming with lust. Lacey panted and made low, urgent sounds as the pleasure built and built inside her. Padma was fighting, doing her best to delay the inevitable. Candy never did that. She accepted her fate and let her body be controlled by the device buried in her sex. She was close, so close, then EEK! The hateful thing zapped her pussy and shut off. She shook her head and clenched her fists.
“Out you go, off to lunch with you six. Have fun Rita and Lacey! And hopefully this will make you take homework more seriously Candy. Go!”
She shooed the girls, none of whom could walk quite normally given the tumult in their private places, into the hall and came back to where Frances was still waiting, patient on her knees.
“Let's start with some music. Show me how those clothes come off when you dance, honey...”