The Psychological Behavior Modification System

A "Little Schoolgirl Story"

“You realize she’s the perfect candidate, right?” 

The school counselor’s eyebrow went up. “She’s been to the principal’s office twice? Both for uniform violations? That doesn’t seem like a significant problem,” she hemmed. 

Agnus Temis frowned, clearly in disagreement. “On the contrary, it demonstrates a proclivity for the worse,” she said, tapping the picture of the brunette girl that sat on the counselor’s desk. “Look at the skirt. The hem is four inches too short!” 

The counselor frowned. “She is showing a lot of leg I suppose,” she said. “It’s just… this technology is really new. And it's meant to deal with violence. Not…” she gestured at the photo. “That sort of thing.”

“She’s a cock tease,” Ms. Temis declared. “I’ve seen the way she looks at some of the boys. I highly suspect that she’s on her back somewhere, violating a number of school rules. If we don’t intervene soon, it’s going to get out of hand. This afternoon even. She’s scheduled for afterschool detention.”

The counselor frowned. “I can’t this afternoon. I have a therapist appointment.”

Ms. Temis folded her arms. “Well, it’s just having her sit down in the chair, right? Putting the goggles and headphones on her, then pressing the play button?”

The counselor looked uncomfortable. “Yes, I suppose that’s accurate,” she said with hesitation. 

“Then I’ll do it,” declared Ms. Temis. 

“You?” 

Temis nodded. “Absolutely. I’m qualified and I’ve studied the device.” She looked at the counselor. “Trust me. I have the girl’s best interests in mind.”

The counselor folded. “Alright. I suppose a session or two might be warranted. I’m pretty sure Acme sent along a ‘moral acceptability program’ with the PBMS, so I’ll have that keyed up this afternoon.” She gave Ms. Temis a short nod. “I appreciate you being willing to help out.

“Of course,” Ms. Temis said. “I’ve been fascinated by the PBMS for a while. Amazing invention. I’m curious to see if a real world test works.”

“Oh, it does,” assured the counselor. “The Psychological Behavior Modification System is already being used to cure a whole host of undesired traits, from pedophilia to violent tendencies. It’s incredible how the system can heal all sorts of problems.”

Ms. Temis smiled. “That’s what I’m counting on.”



***



It took the little schoolgirl a few minutes to walk to the counselor’s office from her last class. She felt more than a little awkward about it too. She’d been scheduled to go to Dr. Mason’s classroom for afterschool detention. He’d told her that it was due to the length of her skirt, which had been hemmed almost to the point where it was showing the curve of her buttocks, but she privately suspected that the few flashes she’d given him during his lecture had made it patently clear that there was another school regulation she was violating. She suspected he wanted to conduct a more in depth check on that, which she had absolutely no objections. 

Which was why she was disappointed to get a note from the office instructing her to report to the counselor’s office instead. She’d actually never been to the counselor’s office before, since visits were usually reserved for students with a very different kind of disobedience problem. She hadn’t even met the counselor, though she knew who she was. She hesitated at the door. Would the counselor care about the length of her skirt? Would she be conducting a panty check?

She opened the door, knocking as she did so, entering the room. The place was somewhat spacious, with two chairs lined up against the wall. On the opposite side of the room was a comfortable looking recliner, and then a desk and office chair. But in the corner was something a little more disturbing. It was a medical table, the kind that could be positioned so that a person was sitting, or laying down. Rails on either side could be raised. Next to it, on a pedestal was a computer and stand. The stand held a pair of virtual reality goggles and a headset. 

“Hello?” The little schoolgirl called out. She sensed someone behind her and whirled only to gulp as Ms. Temis walked into the office.

“Good afternoon, young lady,” Ms. Temis said primly. 

The little schoolgirl quivered. “Um… I’m looking for the counselor,” she said hesitantly. 

“Our esteemed counselor had to attend a therapy session and requested that I handle this afternoon’s session.”

“Session?”

Ms. Temis nodded. “Yes. Our school has a new device called the Psychological Behavior Modification System. It utilizes a mix of subliminal messaging, hypnosis, and illumination-nerve adjustment therapy to induce a receptive mind into adopting specific desired behaviors.”

The little schoolgirl blinked, not sure she understood what Ms. Temis had just said. “Um… okay.”

Ms. Temis gestured at the medical table. “Just hop up onto the table and remove your shoes and socks.”

“My shoes and socks?” The little schoolgirl asked with a touch of confusion. Ms. Temis nodded. 

“Yes. You need to be as relaxed as possible.”

Despite her misgivings, the little schoolgirl moved to the table and hopped up. She kept her knees tightly together. The last thing she wanted to do was give Ms. Temis a reason to punish her. She reached down, pushing off each black pump in turn, then tugged her socks off, letting them drop to the floor. She glanced at Ms. Temis nervously, feeling even more vulnerable.

 “Now lay back. Relax. This is painless and will be quite pleasant, I assure you.” 

Slowly she laid back, still pressing her thighs tightly together. Ms. Temis moved to the stand, plucked the headset and goggles off the metal rack, and held them out. 

“Put these on,” she ordered.

The little schoolgirl started with the headphones. They were padded and very comfortable. The headset goggles were a little bulky, but as she settled them over her eyes, she saw a picture of a beautiful garden, with green grass, rows of flowers, and a blue sky. It was very peaceful. Soft music was playing and she found herself slipping into the scene, as if she were laying back and staring up at the sky.

“Focus on your breathing,” Ms. Temis said. As the little schoolgirl settled, Ms. Temis reached into her pocket and pulled out a stick drive. She slid this into the computer and with quick movements, selected a very different program than the one the counselor had pre-loaded for use. 

“When is it going to start?” The little schoolgirl asked quietly.

“Oh, very soon,” Ms. Temis said. “Relax.” Then she activated the program. 

The monitor above the computer flickered and Ms. Temis smiled as the beautiful garden faded, only to be replaced by a dark room with red lighting. Shadows flickered and candles glimmered in various locations. To some, it might have looked sinister, but even as the little schoolgirl let out gasp, Ms. Temis typed a single word into the computer.

“Safe”.

The tension in the little schoolgirl seemed to ebb slightly as Ms. Temis adjusted some of the program’s parameters. On the screen, the video the little schoolgirl was watching through the VR Goggles showed the curtains blowing in a soft breeze. A low pitched music filtered through the headset, almost inaudible. Ms. Temis smiled and typed in another word. 

“Desire.”

The program instantly translated the input into a variety of stimuli. The word flashed across the screen so fast that the little schoolgirl was unable to see it, at least not consciously. But it repeated over and over. And at a pitch too low for her to hear, the same word echoed within the music. 

Another word. This time, “aroused.”

The little schoolgirl suddenly seemed to tense and Ms. Temis’ eyes flickered to the girl’s hips. Sure enough, there was an erotic twitch to them. Ms. Temis’ eyes flickered back to the screen. Shadows now moved on the screen and suddenly the video showed movement toward a huge bed. But on the side window of the control screen, Ms. Temis was able to see the series of subliminal pictures being flashed at the girl. Images of bondage cuffs being placed on feminine wrists and ankles, a collar going around a woman’s throat.

Ms. Temis grinned, her fingers on the keyboard. “Restraint equals arousal.”

The new words were added to the others, an endless loop of messaging delivered via the headphones and invisible images. The little schoolgirl let out a groan and then Ms. Temis typed again. She phrased it in first person, knowing that the message was going to echo through the little schoolgirl’s brain.

“I need to spread my legs.” 

It only took twenty seconds. Then the little schoolgirl’s knees parted. Her legs swung outward at the end of the examination table, her skirt rolling up slightly. Ms. Temis was ready for it too. The steel bar had been tucked in the corner, out of sight, and she had it out and down in seconds. She drew the little schoolgirl’s unresisting feet outward, opening the two Velcro restraints quickly. The little schoolgirl didn’t resist. In fact, she lay there, thrusting her loins upward, tense and moaning. The two bondage cuffs went around her ankles and Ms. Temis looked upward. The little schoolgirl’s skirt had revealed even more and Ms. Temis grinned.

“You little minx. No panties,” she whispered. “Well, I’ll certainly take advantage of that.” She said quietly, quickly returned to the computer.

“Underwear, of any kind, is uncomfortable,” she typed.

The little schoolgirl squirmed on the table. 

“Touching my pussy feels good,” Ms. Temis then added as the next subliminal message.

Instantly, the little schoolgirl’s hand went down to her skirt, hauling it all the way up. Her fingers slid through the soaked petals of her sex so eagerly, that Ms. Temis was actually surprised. She glanced up to the video. No longer in first person, the little schoolgirl was watching a woman, bound and spread-eagled on the bed. She was being coated in oil, a man’s hands gliding over her body. His fingers slid between her legs and the little schoolgirl moaned passionately, arching her back, a shudder running through her body. 

“Orgasm is the desired outcome. I must cum. As often as possible,” Ms. Temis typed.

The little schoolgirl let out a mewl and then there was a burst of fluid between her legs. She shuddered, her mouth open, crooning. Ms. Temis grinned with delight, then quickly typed again. 

“One orgasm is not enough. I must have more.”

And even as the words were translated into subliminal messaging bombarding the girl’s hearing and vision, she began thrusting two fingers into her sex, pumping and pushing herself toward another climax. 

Ms. Temis reached over, her fingers catching the first button of the girl’s shirt. Quickly she unfastened the entire row, flicking the soft white blouse open. As Ms. Temis had suspected, the girl wasn’t wearing a bra and the pink tips of her breasts were taut and raised. She went back to the computer and typed.

“I love it when my nipples are teased and pinched.”

Then Ms. Temis bent back over the little schoolgirl and with delicate, long fingers, began stroking the little schoolgirl’s nipples. She let out a sharp cry, her back arching and now her masturbating fingers plunged frantically in her pussy. Ms. Temis switched to pinching, lightly applying pressure, only to begin twisting a few degrees back and forth. The effect was electrifying. The little schoolgirl seemed to love it, moaning so hard that there was little doubt the effect the program was having on her. Just as it appeared she was closing in on another orgasm, Ms. Temis let go.

“Having my nipples clamped makes me cum,” the teacher typed into the computer.

It wasn’t until Ms. Temis produced the two plastic clothespins, and put them on the little schoolgirl, that she exploded. The pink clamps jiggled on the tips of her breasts, her chest heaving as the powerful release rushed through her. And still her hand didn’t stop touching her petals, teasing her clitoris.

“I am a naughty slut. My pussy should always have something in it,” Ms. Temis typed. Then she took the dildo and pressed it into the little schoolgirl’s hand. It was like magic. The girl gripped it tightly, then rubbed it up and down through her folds, soaking the head. She let out an impassioned groan and thrust it into herself, pumping the full nine inches of rubber deep into her sex.

“I get turned on by people seeing me naked,” Ms. Temis typed. On the screen, the man was now fucking the bound woman. The little schoolgirl was practically echoing the sounds and movements of the woman tied to the bed. 

Ms. Temis pulled out another bondage cuff and grabbed hold of the little schoolgirl’s left hand, the one that was just laying there. She wrapped the manacle around the girl’s wrist, then pulled her arm upward. She clipped it to the railing, above the little schoolgirl’s head. Then she applied the other cuff, which wasn’t easy, as the little schoolgirl was still masturbating with the dildo. But then Ms. Temis pulled. A short tug of war ensued, with the little schoolgirl crying out in frustration as she was forced to let go of the sex toy. She almost fought Ms. Temis, but then she relaxed as the teacher used one hand to push the girl’s right arm upward, and the other to shove the dildo back into the girl’s sex. 

“You naughty thing,” Ms. Temis muttered quietly. She managed to secure the girl’s wrist and then walked back around the foot of the restraint table to the computer. She gave the dildo another pump, the girl’s hips twisting desperately.

“I am a naughty girl. I like breaking school rules so that I can get punished. Being punished turns me on and I cum.”

Ms. Temis retrieved one last toy. A black leather paddle. She glanced at the girl, struggling to fuck the now inanimate dildo. 

“I love having my pussy paddled.”

And Ms. Temis turned from the keyboard, drew the dildo out of the girl, and with a concentrated look, raised the paddle and brought it down sharply on the little schoolgirl’s clitoris.

She screeched, her body jerking and the cry of agony that escaped the little schoolgirl’s lips almost frightened Ms. Temis. She hesitated, turned back to the computer, and typed again.

“The pain feels good. It makes me aroused. I want more.”

The little schoolgirl squirmed and Ms. Temis grabbed the paddle again. She slapped it down hard onto the pink and wet slit, smashing the tender little nub. The little schoolgirl cried out again, but this time her voice was filled with more than just pain. She thrust her hips up, trying to spread her legs even wider than the spreader bar would allow. Ms. Temis smacked her again, her mouth curling up into a grin as the results of the behavior modification clearly became apparent. Ms. Temis left a flurry of blows, spanking the little schoolgirl’s cunt with increasing force until the girl screamed in ecstasy, another squirt of orgasmic fluid exploding out from her freshly beaten gash. 

Ms. Temis let out a sigh of satisfaction. She set the paddle down and picked up a large vibrator. Slowly, she slid it into the girl, filling the sodden swamp between her thighs, and switched it on. Then she went back to the keyboard.

“I need to have sex as much as possible.” 

“I am a fuck slut.”

“I like to suck cock.”

“I need to be fucked up the ass.” 

“I am submissive, and will follow the orders of everyone around me.”

“I deserve to be used sexually. I am a sex object.”

“I am a naughty little fuck slut.”

MS. Temis stepped back, watching the undulations of the teenager strapped to the table. She was moaning, her body twisting and turning, her mind being reprogrammed by the machine, her pussy quivering with lust and need. Ms. Temis reached down, grabbed the base of the vibrator, and began pumping it in and out. 

She groaned, opening up, accepting it, loving it, rocking with each pump of the vibrator. Temis reached up and began twisting the clothespins on the girl’s nipples, watching as she writhed and quivered until finally, she had another orgasm.

Ms. Temis drew the dildo out of the panting, exhausted girl and cleaned it, setting it aside. She removed the clamps on the girl’s tits, then buttoned up her shirt. Finally, she released the girl’s ankles, putting away the spreader bar. The wrist cuffs were last and when everything was hidden, she turned off the machine and pulled the VR Goggles and headset off the little schoolgirl.

It took a few minutes for her to snap out of it and she blinked in surprise. “Ms. Temis?” She groaned.

“Yes?”

The little schoolgirl sat up, looking confused, and very disturbed. Her skirt was still pulled up, her pussy exposed. She didn’t even close her legs. “I feel… different.”

Ms. Temis smiled. “Nonsense. You are exactly the same as before. We are finished for today, but I will see you here tomorrow afternoon, right after school for another session.”

The little schoolgirl blinked. “Another session?” She asked curiously. 

Ms. Temis nodded. “That’s correct. It will take a dozen for us to complete the program. And I know you want to complete the program. Right?”

The little schoolgirl nodded. Then she looked down at herself, realizing for the first time that her legs were spread wide, and her skirt was rolled up. Her cheeks turned red and she gulped. 

“Um… I guess… I’m breaking a school rule,” she whispered softly. 

Ms. Temis nodded. “Indeed you are.” 

The little schoolgirl’s eyes dipped. “I deserve to be punished,” she replied.

Ms. Temis smiled. “Yes you do.” 

And the little schoolgirl spread her legs, draping her feet over the sides of the table, laying back, opening herself even further. She gulped. “I’m ready for my punishment,” she whispered. 

Ms. Temis didn’t look surprised. She smiled and laid one hand on the girl’s soft thigh. 

“I’m glad that you understand the nature of the violation. I’m going to have to spank you.”

The little schoolgirl’s eyes widened, but she nodded, gulping. Temis pulled out her leather sap, holding it up. She brought it down between the girl’s legs and she stiffened, but then Ms. Temis began stroking the little schoolgirl’s clitoris. In seconds the teenager was crooning, clearly desperate. Then Ms. Temis’ hand came down on the little schoolgirl’s left breast, squeezing.

“I don’t think you’re wearing a bra either, are you, little one?” Ms. Temis said sweetly, kneading the soft flesh.

The little schoolgirl shook her head. 

“Then unbutton your shirt. Because I have to punish your breasts too.” 

She nodded desperately, hands coming up. And the buttons flew open. 

“Now, hold very still. This is going to hurt. And no cumming. If you do, then you’ll have to be punished again.”

The little schoolgirl nodded, her chest heaving, arousal practically seeping from her slit. 

And Ms. Temis smiled as the punishment began.