"Those are our current honor students. The first one here is for the girl with the biggest boobs. This one doesn't change very often, but we keep it current by measuring the girls every Friday at our weekly assembly. Lots of our girls have been getting the Natural Wonders treatment for years, and the results are fantastic! Julie Knox here is an inspiration to her classmates and a fantasy to the boys. Luckily for them, fantasies come true at CHS.

"Next is Prettiest Tits. The student body votes on that at the Friday assembly, too. Lots of times it's the same girl, but this week it's Allie Richardson, which just goes to show that even little ones can be a huge turn-on if their owner is pretty, perky, and slutty. Allie is all three.

"That's also Allie's picture on the 'Prettiest Pussy.' That one changes nearly every week. You'd be amazed how much effort our girls put into their hair doos. This school is single handedly keeping The Purrfect Pussy in business. Mr Proctor smiled a goofy grin.

Between the next two monitors was an ornate wooden plaque with two small engraved metal tabs bearing the names of two girls. "Virginity Can Be Cured" was the title above their names. "I see you've noticed our list of girls who've lost their virginity so far this year," said Bob. "Remember, this is just the first full week of school. Over here is last year's plaque. It has 261 names!"

Turning back to the monitors he continued, "These girls are our 'best dressed' winners for last week. The Junior and Sophomore are both in their Program week, but they're still eligible to compete during the morning strip. It's great how the Program inspires our girls to dress for sex even when they don't have to be naked, as I'm sure you've noticed by now!

"Here in the middle is our daily inspiration. Normally this would be from yesterday, but I'm sure you folks remember the Morning Strip, so I guess you got to see Miss Julie get introduced to cunnilingus by her sister Betty, immediately followed by her first fellatio with the lucky Mr. Jake, one of our Tiger football players. The video on that monitor is the one he took during the festivities, and speaking from considerable experience, I suspect it's going to be playing on the activities screen outside the school for a long time to come. I believe Miss Julie's face will be displaying cum on all sorts of yearbooks and school newspapers, as well as our high school porn site for many years. Maybe someday she'll be back here taking a tour just like this one."

The little group looked on in fascination while they relived this morning's captivating events. Through Jake's eyes they saw Julie open her mouth to receive a hard cock for the first time. They watched Jake force his full length into the two sister's eager mouths until his pulsing member disgorged spurt after spurt of hot jism across the two girl's lovely faces, and the watched them clean each other with pink tongues, sharing the glistening spunk in a long, final, passionate kiss until each of them turned to the camera with open mouths to show they each had a tummy full of sperm.

Bob let them watch the full video twice before he continued, "The last live picture is Cheryl Patterson, last week's Nude Miss CHS winner. That tradition has been going on every week for over 20 years now, ever since Karen Wagner was our first winner. It's limited to Program Girls, but since every girl has to complete the program as a strict graduation requirement, we're guaranteed to have the prettiest girls in school on this monitor sooner or later." The parents looked on in appreciation as Cheryl's portfolio scrolled though lovely portraits of classroom activities, extra-curriculars, and energetic pep-squad actives; fully dressed, topless, nude, and every combination, each one of them beautiful.

"I have a question. Why don't we see the two kids who were caught on camera having oral sex in the library today?"

"Hm, I"m not sure. Marion didn't mention that to me. Oh, I know! Those pictures are kept secret so the students don't know they're on camera in the library."

"Oh yes. She explained that. Sorry. Silly question."

"Not at all. I'm glad you had a chance to see something a little out of the ordinary. Now if there aren't any more questions I'd like to introduce you to vice-principle Osborne. He's a former Marine in charge of student discipline."


And Punishments

Bob led the tour down the hall to a large office and ushered them inside. A husky gentleman with a short haircut and an immaculate business suit directed them to a couch behind his ornate mahogany desk and swiveled his chair to face them.

"Welcome to my office, folks. I'm vice-principle Osborne, but you can call me Bill. I've got the best job here at Central, because we have the best behaved student body anywhere in the state. Our kids are polite and well behaved, and the truancy level is under 1%. We haven't had a single incident involving the police in the last three years, and delinquency is unheard of.

"Generally we get a lot of support from the parent's, too, and that makes my job a lot easier. That's why I'm so glad to see every one of you taking an interest in you're children's education. Of course, there are exceptions, and they have to be handled on a case-by-case basis."

He pressed a button on his desk and said, "Please send in Miss Brown." A few moments later his office door opened and he turned to face a rather homely, slightly overweight young girl wearing a man's shirt and a long grey skirt reaching nearly to her knees. Her only attractive feature was her large breasts. She glared at the vice-principal for a moment, then marched up to his desk and said, "This is harassment, Osborne. You know the PLPC got an injunction. You can't spank me, you can't put me in your damn Program, you can't lay a finger on me!"

"Watch your language, Miss Brown. Prudence. That injection is very specific, and it doesn't let you violate school rules. Your Study Hall monitor sent you here for a dress code violation. Now what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Hey, it's not my fault these things need support to keep from bouncing all over. That's allowed by the dress code!"

"Not exactly. Brassieres are required to be transparent or to leave the nipples exposed. That one does neither. You're going to have to remove it until you can get a satisfactory one from home."

"Like hell I will, you pervert. Go fuck yourself!"

Vice-principal Osborn was out of his chair and around his desk before she could move. He caught her left wrist and snapped on a fur lined handcuff he produced from his jacket pocket. Twisting her arm behind her back he closed the other cuff on her right wrist before she recovered from her initial surprise. He frog marched her back to his chair and forced her to sit at the edge of his desk. She struggled ineffectually as he snapped the cuffs into a ring recessed in the center of his desk, and secured both her ankles to leather straps attached to the desk legs. She continued to struggle as he tightened the straps, forcing her legs wide apart and revealing a pair of white granny-panties beneath her grey skirt. Shaking his head in disapproval he pulled a pair of scissors from his desk and snipped them away from the leg holes to the waist.

"Hey! That's destruction of property! You can't do that! Somebody help!" None of the parents made any move to assist her.

"No young lady, I can assure you that I have full authority to use reasonable force in response to willful defiance. Furthermore these are a blatant violation of the dress code. You have just lost your panty privileges for the remainder of the semester." Bill grasped the top of her garment between thumb and finger and pulled it down to reveal an ungroomed bush concealing her vaginal lips.

Prudence glared at him. "You can't get away with this. The injection says you aren't allowed to touch me sexually. You can't make me play your nasty little games!"

"Correct. I can't touch you, and I can't make you. And I won't. Your own body will."

A look of concern verging on fear appeared on her face for the first time. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a small voice.

"Me? Nothing. I'm not even going to touch you. You're going to do it to yourself." He reached into his bottom desk drawer and drew out a wand.

"I understand Marion briefed everyone about the sex toys we lend to our students from the library. They're very popular with our girls, but they also come in quite handy as disciplinary tools. Usually with shy girls we get the best results with our vibrating eggs, especially when we let their teachers turn them on. It's fun for the whole class, if a bit embarrassing for the girl. Unfortunately, however, Prudence here is a virgin, and there's that pesky injunction. Fortunately we happen to have the right tool for the job. Bill pressed the ON button and the toy began to whir gently. Prudence stared at it.

"But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. First we need to bring you into compliance with the dress code." He switched off the wand and placed it beside her on the desk, then began unbuttoning her shirt, starting with the collar and pulling it open to reveal her industrial strength bra as he moved down. Opening her shirt completely he reached around and unhooked her bra. As he pulled it away her soft, billowy breasts were revealed to the delight of the onlookers. Her large brown aureolas were disappointingly flat at their tips. Her deep blush reached nearly to her nipples and she began to whimper.

Now Prudence Brown was totally helpless and clearly frightened. Her false bravado had vanished. As Mr. Osborne pickup up the wand and flicked it back on, she stared at it like a bird at a snake. He adjusted it to minimum speed and touched it gently to her right inner thigh just above her knee. Her body gave a sudden, involuntary jerk at the soft tickle. She bit her lip and stiffened.

With agonizing care he began a slow, gradual caress, ever higher on the creamy flesh of her inner leg. She began to tremble as the increasing speed of the wand head approached the junction of her legs and body. Most carefully Bill skirted the edges of her swelling pussy lips and worked slowly back down her left leg. Her breath came faster as he reversed direction and began working back up toward the patch of fur concealing her tingling pussy. She let out an audible moan as the toy began to flick the wiry hair of her outer lips. Bill leaned forward and let his breath flow over her left nipple. The rapt audience was thrilled to see her nipple spring up in response. Her ragged breathing brought her breast almost to his lips, and she leaned forward longing for their touch, but he pulled away.

"Uhn-uh, remember the injunction! You wouldn't want to get me in trouble?" She closed her eyes and gave a frustrated little moan. He ran the wand slowly over her lower belly, just grazing her hair covered mound, then at last he plunged the toy into her pussy hair, sending electric sparks deep into her cunt. Slowly he worked his way down each side of her puffy lips as she squirmed and moaned in frustration. Now the onlookers were delighted to see the unmistakable sparkle of her juices coating her slit and dripping onto his padded desk as he brought the whirring toy up the center of her pussy, only to stop just short of her clit as it emerged from its fleshy sheath. Her body began to spasm in orgasm…

And he pulled the toy away.

"No!" She screamed. "Don't stop! Do it to me! Do it now!"

"Tell me, young lady, what do you call a girl with hard nipples, and wet pussy, and a clit sticking out of her hood for everyone to see?"

"I don't care! Do it!"

"Not yet. Tell me first. I've heard you say it about the girls in the program. What do you call a girl like that?" Tell me!"

"A slut. I call her a slut! I'm a slut!"

"What kind of slut?"

"A horny slut!"

"A horny slut. That's right." He turned off the wand, unhooked her restraints, and said, "Get off my desk, and don't ever let me see you in this office again."

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Prudence Brown sat up on the edge of his desk. She rose, too embarrassed to look at any of the dazed onlookers, and turned to walk out of the office.

"Just a minute," the vice-principle said as she neared the door. "Come back here and fix your shirt."

Prudence had forgotten her breasts were still on display. She began to fumble with the top button, then stopped, gave a little sniffle, and tied the two ends of her shirt tail into a loose knot that pushed her tits up and out but let her nipples peak out as she moved. She smiled at Bill and he smiled back.

"Problem solved?" he asked.

"Problem solved!" she responded.

"Good girl. Go see Miss Schneider in the library. There's a wand like this one reserved just for you so you can finish what I started. On one condition." She gave him a quizzical look. "You have to put on a show!"

Prudence giggled, gave him a little wave, and bounced out of the room.

"That was incredible," said Mrs. Gunderson. You sure have a talent for your job. But tell me, everything we've seen is focused on girls at CHS. What about problems with the boys?"

"There are no problems with the boys. All it takes is the slightest hint of suspension, for a week, a day, even a few hours. The last thing teenage boys want is to miss out on horny teenage girls.

"Miss Brown was a very unusual problem, however. Non-compliance with the Program rules and harassment of naked students is a lot more common. Fortunately we have some pretty effective solutions, too. Spanking is the best. Usually that's handled by teachers, but if a girl is really defiant they'll send her to me. The trick is to inflict just enough pain to break her spirit, but then turn it into an erotic treat. A spanking isn't a success unless she cums. You remember the girl from the Morning Strip who wouldn't remove her bra? She turned out to be a real screamer when she came this morning. Maybe you heard her.

"You probably noticed the enhancements to my desk; a warm padded top, wrist and ankle restraints, large enough for a student to recline… It's part of our recent renovations. All the teacher's desks have the same improvements. They're great for encouraging class participation!

One of the dads chuckled, "I bet! Well, I think we'll all be voting for the next school bond issue."

"And like I said, sex toys can also be excellent disciplinary tools. You remember Julie McMaster from the Morning Strip? Even though that turned out great, rules are rules and she still had to be punished. Just like Miss Brown, she's one of our rare virgins, so we couldn't use an egg on her, either. If you see her in the hall you might notice a slight waddle in her step. She'll be wearing a butt plug, or what we call a 'Disciplinary Anal Device, D.A.D' for the rest of the week. The girls call them Daddies. She lost her oral virginity this morning, so we're getting her ready for the next step.

The only problem with toys is that most girls love them. Sometimes they misbehave just to get punished. When that happens we put them in detention, but that's getting a little too popular with some of our girls, too.

Another great tool is Bukkake. Humiliation is a real motivator, and sometimes all it takes is to remind a shy girl how she can be punished. But if the threat isn't enough there are always plenty of volunteers happy to carry it out. And sometimes it works so well that she shows up at the next Bukkake Club meeting voluntarily. After that it isn't a punishment anymore, but I've never had to discipline any of our Bukkake girls; they're the best behaved of any of our students.

If there aren't any questions I guess that about wraps it up for me. Thanks for coming, and I hope to see you all at the next PTA meeting on Thursday. There's nothing so useful as parental support when it comes to disciplining school kids!