A Slow Whipping

The Librarian walked through the quiet halls of C.P. Elrod Senior High School, an inquisitive expression on her face. The usually bustling corridors were empty, the classrooms to either side silent and unused, with only the sparse compliment of the faculty inhabiting the colossal structure. It made for something of a relaxing day, at least in Ms. Becca’s mind. No students asking questions, not that she minded as a dedicated educator, but occasional breathing space was welcome.

She was looking for the principal, a tall, thin man with a usually stern, commanding expression on his face. She’d stopped by his office, intending to test the man’s resistive willpower, especially on a day with little to no disciplinary issues to distract him. But to her surprise, his door had been open, the lights off, his chair empty, despite the first bell having run almost forty-five minutes prior. Was he out checking on his faculty? Walking the hallowed halls of their educational institution? She pursed her lips. Was he making sure that Ms. Fontaine, the new science teacher, was following all the school rules? 

Ms. Becca frowned. That last thought was beneath her, but she had to admit that her interest in the man was not strictly academic. She chided herself for it, then opened the door to the Faculty Lounge, only to find that there was, in fact, one student in the building. 

The girl was the school’s most disruptive discipline problem, constantly breaking rules as if they were windows meant to be smashed, showing a disregard for the school’s reputation and turning C.P. Elrod Senior High into a playground for her own perverted desires. As such, Jenni spent most of her days suffering the torments of In-School-Suspension, which she evidently relished. Ms. Becca was well aware of the girl’s deportment, as she also served as a library aide, frequently abusing Ms. Becca’s tolerance and breaking rules left and right. Today, the little minx had undoubtedly been instructed to show up, unlike her peers, so that her scheduled chastisement could continue unabated. What was a little odd was why the girl was in the teacher’s lounge, instead of the Detention Room, or In-School-Suspension. Or the principal’s office.

The brunette teenager was standing upright against the wall, her arms raised high above her head, both hands secured in a metal stock attached to the wall. Her wrists were tightly encircled, stretching her out, lifting her up so that she was forced to stand on tiptoe. She was barefoot, a pair of foam soled flip flops sitting on the floor, off to the side, peeking out from under a set of denim short shorts and a pink crop top. An outfit that even on a teacher in-service day was decidedly inappropriate. Ms. Becca couldn’t help noticing that neither a bra or panties were in the pile either, adding insult to injury and wracking up a few more disciplinary demerits for the girl to endure. The Librarian had no doubt that Jenni had worn the slutty outfit to school because she was otherwise completely naked, quivering and twitching, the lack of an alternative telling.  

Of course, the wrist stocks weren’t the only restraint being used on the girl. A steel post three inches thick and secured to the floor with a wide base and screws, rose skyward between the teenager’s pink painted toenails. It extended past her knees and thighs, where the material changed from solid metal to a rubber shrouded rod. This continued even higher, extending right into the little schoolgirl’s body, disappearing from view, spreading her petals and penetrating deeply into the flower of her sex. Ms. Becca could tell that the phallus was equipped with a powerful motor, as the entire thing was shaking, humming along as the off-set weight sent a continuous wave of oscillations into Jenni’s body. Its movements made the folds of her sex quiver like gelatin in an earthquake. The post and phallus ensured that she was locked in place, unable to escape, even had her hands been free. Moisture glistened wetly all over Jenni’s groin, as well as the phallic rod, dripping downward. Ms. Becca wondered if the principal had permitted the girl sexual release, or if she was already breaking one of the most important rules at the school: no orgasms during punishment.

And she was definitely being punished. If the flogger in the principal’s hand was insufficient evidence, the impressive rose color of Jenni’s bosom, much different from the normal alabaster capped with pink tips, interrupted by only a few delightful freckles, that she sported regularly, spoke volumes. Her skin was flushed, clearly from being repeatedly struck by the multi-headed leather whip, the girl’s large breasts thrust forward as if accepting every deliciously painful lick applied to them. Jenni’s nipples were huge and tight, begging to be pinched, twisted, beaten, or clamped, and from the way her hips were moving, she was certainly on her way to another egregious rule violation, an obvious orgasm looming. 

The principal glanced over at the Librarian as she practically glided into the room, elegance and sophisticated suave pouring off her. Ms. Becca was not a tall woman, but she was beautiful, with long sandy brown hair, braided on either side of her head. She wore a particularly fetching white blouse that only emphasized the absolute perfection of her bust, two large and full mounds that begged to be fully explored. The dipping collar, which exposed a cleavage that most men would have needed a compass and flashlight to navigate, served only as a warning: be careful, for here lies the depths of depravity and decadence. 

She sat down on the sofa immediately across from the errant schoolgirl, a wicked smile on her face, and she crossed her legs. Even that simple act seemed erotic, as the skirt she was wearing parted at the slit along her left thigh, separating wide so that the principal could see a bit of loin, just to the side of her sex. The revelation made it perfectly clear that Ms. Becca wasn’t wearing panties. He blinked, staring. Her skin practically glowed with perfection, all the way down to the curvature of her narrow heels, her exposed arches, and pedicured toes. Her high heels were mere windowdressing and the principal, who had been focused on Jenni, stared at Ms. Becca, eyes drinking in the woman’s utter beauty. 

“Good Morning, Ms. Becca,” the principal said politely. “What brings you to the teacher’s lounge?” He asked. 

She smiled. “I stopped by your office this morning. I was a little surprised to find it empty, so I thought you might have come to the Teacher’s Lounge for a cup of coffee.”

His eyebrow went up. He was deep into a relationship with the Librarian, sharing a host of passionate interests, from the full exploration of her body to the intricacies of corporal punishment and student discipline. Yet, they maintained a sort of professional facade at work, to keep gossip at bay. Neither would have used their power in any adverse, unethical, or inappropriate way, but for decorum’s sake, their intimacy needed to be kept somewhat out of sight. If at all possible. Even from the students.

“I see,” he said. He glanced back at Jenni.

Ms. Becca smiled. “I certainly do now. You had other duties to perform.”

The principal sighed dramatically and gestured at the bound and quivering teenager. “Ms. Temis had some continuing education courses to work on and therefore couldn’t oversee In-School-Suspension for the entire day. I decided that we would move Jenni into the Teacher’s Lounge, and I’ve asked several of the other faculty to assist in her punishment.”

Ms. Becca looked intrigued and waved at Jenni, eyeing the girl’s heaving breasts. They had to feel hot and heavy from the repeated whipping. “I see that you’ve started it.”

The principal sighed. “I’ve lost count of the number of strokes,” he admitted, lifting the flogger again. He swung it, not terribly hard, but with more than sufficient force, so that as the dozen or so leather strands landed upon Jenni’s left breast, the entire globe jiggling and dancing with the impact. She mewled loudly into the gag, her entire frame jerking. She arched her back and then the principal swung again, this time striking the other side of Jenni’s chest. Ms. Becca knew it had to sting, the sensation slowly converting to additional heat. Such was the price of disobedience.

Ms. Becca felt a sliver of jealousy and shifted on the couch. “There seems to be an unusual amount of moisture on her thighs. Has she cum already? That rod is soaked,” The Librarian asked, referring to the phallus jammed into the teenager’s cunt. But as she asked the question, Ms. Becca’s right hand moved down into her lap, fingertips slipping along the material of her skirt. She tugged it to the side, almost imperceptibly, but it was enough to reveal deeper secrets. The principal didn’t even notice. He was in the process of leaving another set of strokes, this time horizontally, slashing from left to right and back again, across Jenni’s breasts.

“Twice already,” the man said, giving Jenni’s bosom another serious blow from the flogger, the leather strands snapping loudly. “And I suspect she’s just minutes away from her third.” He swung again. Each stroke was accompanied by a high-pitched cry from the girl, who shivered and trembled, impaled on the one-bar-prison, tormented and bound. Ms. Becca smiled appreciatively and glanced around.

The teacher’s lounge was otherwise unoccupied, its unusual shape, narrow in width but long in length, took advantage of the school’s unique floorplan and construction. As it was, the entire lounge was easily visible. A full kitchen, complete with dishwasher, double-door refrigerator, sink, coffee machine, and microwave was positioned along the wall in the back. Comfortable but functional furniture, from several small dining tables and chairs, to the very sofa that Becca reclined upon, were positioned around the room. There were however, several odd pieces that were not part of any purchased set. For example, the coffee table in front of the Librarian was heavy oak and equipped with brass rings at each corner, and on the legs, perfect for tying down the limbs of recalcitrant schoolgirls with a penchant for breaking the rules. An X shaped frame, mounted on a rotating central pivot, could spin, allowing anyone unfortunate enough to be strapped to the wooden crossbeams to be secured upside down. And there was a  kneeler in one corner, complete with mechanisms to tightly secure ankles, thighs, breasts, and wrists in the perfect positions for spanking buttocks, cropping slits, caning tits, and beating the soles of delicate little feet. 

On the wall was a rack of implements. Two canes, of varying widths, hung next to a leather headed crop. Beside those was a thick wooden paddle, holes drilled along its length to maximize its ability to inflict pain. A thin device, known as a touchier whip was next in line, a narrow leather cord dangling from a supple handle. A small leather sap, the flexible head only four inches wide and six inches long hung from a hook. Ms. Becca knew it to be the perfect width for spanking undisciplined twats. Finally, a long strop, with a thick, leather strap, hung waiting for its next taste of sweet, impudent flesh. Only one hook was empty and Ms. Becca’s eyes glanced at the flogger in the principal’s hand.

“Is that the only tool you intend to use on her?” Ms. Becca asked curiously, watching delightedly as Jenni yelped again, unprepared for the burning sting of the principal’s swing. This was undoubtedly due to the fact that the girl was wearing a slip-on blindfold, lowered down over her eyes and preventing her from seeing each coming impact. The excoriating strike came as a surprise, and the noise-cancelling headphones placed over her ears prevented the sound of the leather cutting through the air from alerting her. The harsh and stringent sensation of her breasts being whipped were her only source of stimuli. Except for the vibrations in her pussy of course.

The principal shook out the flogger and glanced down at it, still not noticing that Ms. Becca’s hand had slipped between her thighs, her fingers finding the pink flower nestled between them. “I find this tool to be one of the most versatile,” he explained simply, his eyes still on the little schoolgirl. “It has the benefit of heft, and when used correctly, can deliver either a soft, tingling sensation, or a vicious burn.” To demonstrate, he flicked the flogger with a backhand, the leather thongs flapping against Jenni’s chest again. She jerked in response, the unexpected lightness a surprise, but the fact that this time there was no pain, was undoubtedly a relief. She slumped slightly. 

But then the principal used the recoil of the swing to bring the flogger back down, aiming not for both beautiful, pink, flushed globes, but the single one on the girl’s right side. The flogger slashed downward, hissing through the air. She flinched, even before it landed, as if she felt the incoming blow, not that her movement did her any good. Her entire boob flopped up and down and the harsh screech that tried to get around the ball gag in her mouth was quite impressive. The blow must have hurt. Quite a bit.

Ms. Becca’s eyes widened and she couldn’t help herself. She slipped a finger deep into her slit, gasping softly. 

“In addition,” the principal continued, as if teaching a lesson, “correctly applied, the strands of the flogger can encompass the entire target area.” He again swung, though not quite as heavily, aiming for her left breast. It jumped like its sister, though Jenni’s squeal was only half as loud. “Or can be used for precision.” And with that, he began flicking the flogger back and forth horizontally in front of her. The first swing missed by a hair’s breadth, but the second, along with the subsequent dozen back and forth movements, each hit, the end of just a few of the whip’s thongs flicking against the little schoolgirl’s nipples. Jenni went rigid, crooning, arching her back, thrusting her chest forward, almost as if she were embracing the light, but stinging blows. 

Ms. Becca knew it had to be excruciating, but also intensely, insanely arousing. Watching Jenni get punished was such a turn on that she couldn’t help herself. Her finger plunged deep, her own breathing increased until she was almost panting, the sounds eclipsed by the crack of the leather striking flesh, and the principal, so wrapped up in the inflicted correction, didn’t even notice Becca’s uncouth behavior. Or multiple rule violations.

“Do you have any intention of giving her naughty little cunt some attention?” Ms. Becca asked breathily, undoubtedly trying to give hint to her masturbatory actions, her hand rubbing and moving spastically. “Because two orgasms… certainly speaks of… a certain lack of respect… for the rules… of this institution, not to mention… a pitiful lack of control.”

The principal lowered the flogger, giving Jenni’s nipples a break from the flicking nips of the whip. She slumped back with a mewling groan and he finally looked at Ms. Becca, noticing that the woman’s hand was between her thighs with one leg swung out to the side, resting on the sofa, exposing her panti-less crotch. Their eyes met and she continued to rub herself, one finger embedded deep in her slit. His mouth curled up at the corner. She was teasing him. Repeating almost the exact same violations as the bound little schoolgirl. Inappropriate clothing, no panties. He doubted Ms. Becca was even wearing a bra. And masturbating at the school? More policy violations. He licked his lips, feeling himself harden even more. 

“She’ll be punished for that in due time. Today’s itinerary is intended to be somewhat more intense than usual and I have scheduled her to receive continual attention to all five school board approved target zones. I personally am handling her breasts, while Ms. Fontaine will be arriving shortly to take care of next period’s punishments to her bottom.”

Ms. Becca’s eyebrow went up and her fingers slowed. She let out a laugh. “Ah… the mantra. Tits, tush, toes, thighs, and twat.” She took another deep breath. “Isn’t that what Agnus calls it?”

The principal frowned, giving the Librarian a disapproving look. “That is somewhat unprofessional, but yes,” he admitted. “Each period will be devoted to a different punishment zone. After Ms. Fontain spanks her ass red, Mr. Mason will spend third period administering correction to the soles of her feet. Coach Hampton is then scheduled to punish her thighs, and then Ms. Temis will use the fifth period administering some appropriate chastisement to Jenni’s sex.”

The Librarian considered that, fingering her own slit softly. “I’m disappointed that I wasn’t included.

He blinked. “You are,” he said in confusion. “Our sixth and seventh period meeting?” He looked honestly hurt. “I thought you might wish to assist me in rounding off her day.”

Ms. Becca’s eyes widened. “Oh!” She exclaimed. “I thought that you and I would…” her voice trailed off and she smiled wickedly. “But that sounds like almost as much fun!” 

“Almost?” He said. 

Her eyes narrowed seductively. “Well, that all depends on how we do it, doesn’t it?”

The principal blushed slightly. 

She pulled her hand out from between her legs, but she didn’t bring her feet back together. “Still, I have to wonder about allowing her to cum. What’s the reason behind such tolerance for cumming?”

The principal turned back toward Jenni and swung the whip. It wasn’t a hard blow, but it snapped against her breasts, making them jiggle again with kinetic energy. She yelped, trembling. 

“Orgasm is still prohibited,” the principal said upon completion of the swing. “And she’ll be punished for it at the end of the day.”

“By us?”

He smiled. 

“So the other faculty members are free to sensitize her as desired?” Ms. Becca pressed.

He nodded. “Not just free. They’ve been directed to do it. I have asked each facilitator to continue stimulating her vaginal area during their punishment session, with a focus on her clitoris. And they are free to apply similar applications to any other body parts not in the process of getting punished, as much as possible. They just have to keep track of any orgasms.”

Ms. Becca considered that. “So no objections to Ms. Fontaine clamping her clit with a vibrator pendant or holding a point vibe against that spot while she is spanking that ass? No objection to anyone forcing a dozen orgasms out of her, each one another violation?”

“None whatsoever,” the principal agreed, only to swing the flogger again, slashing across Jenni’s breasts. She mewled, squealing into the gag. 

Ms. Becca nodded. “Ms. Fontaine will be pleased. She has something of a fetish when it comes to a girl’s clit. I’ve seen her inflict some rather intense stimulation that tends to overload nerve endings.” She paused thoughtfully. “And you know what Mason will do to her feet,” she said with a grin.

The principal nodded. “She’ll be set on the kneeler, raised up, probably with her breasts secured to the top with the leather straps. Then he’ll use rubber bands on her arches. He will then oil her soles, drip hot wax all over the bottoms of her feet, and then beat the melts off with a cane.” He shrugged. “He’s done it to her before.”

Ms. Becca grinned. “He’s also shown a new interest in the wide length Wartenberg pinwheel you acquired. The one with a dozen rows of pins? Can you imagine that being rolled up and down the bottoms of her feet?”

The principal nodded, giving Jenni another stroke, this time on just the right tit. Unable to see or hear, she could only react to the impact, and she did. Another sharp yelp, her body quivering. 

Ms. Becca continued. “Coach Hampton, on the other hand, will move her to the coffee table, where her legs will be spread wide apart and stretched. He has a tickling fetish so I suspect that between each strike to her thighs she will be subjected to some exquisite, but light, torment, along with some rather intense penetrative sensitization.” Ms. Becca grinned. “I believe he prefers a paintbrush, with oil, on the anus. Followed by his cock.”

The principal nodded. “I do not envy her. He’s rather well-equipped and her ass is tight. Hopefully there’s enough oil to make the penetration easier.”

Ms. Becca gave the girl a thoughtful look. “Which will then be followed by Agnus Temis getting a full hour to lick, beat, pinch, paddle, and whip Jenni’s sweet little cunt,” Ms. Becca finished. “I once watched her pull a chair up to Jenni’s pussy, and then alternate between the leather sap and the massager for a full hour. Ten seconds of vibration, then a blistering, vicious spank, then another ten seconds of high powered pleasure.” Ms. Becca grinned. “Her clit was swollen for a week.”

The principal nodded. “Ms. Temis is well known for her attention to detail. She’ll appropriately punish her. I have little doubt.” He gave Jenni another whack, watching as the little schoolgirl bucked on the one bar prison penetrating her pussy. Saliva dripped from her chin, soaking a line down between her breasts. 

“It doesn’t leave us much leeway though,” Ms. Becca observed. “Every part of her will have been intensely and brutally punished. Her tits already look like Red Delicious Apples, her ass will be two hot glowing globes when Ms. Fontaine is done. The bottoms of her feet will be etched and bruised from Mr. Mason’s attention. Her thighs will be covered in marks from Coach Hampton, not to mention the final condition of her ass, while Agnus will turn her cunt into a beaten, hot mess. What do you intend for us to do to her?”

The principal smiled. “We,” he declared, “are going to punish her clitoris with a very specific kind of torment. After being sensitized all morning, it will be excruciating.” 

“A new torment?” Ms. Becca asked in surprise. “What kind?”

He smiled. “Exquisite and overwhelming stimulation.”

Ms. Becca smiled and stretched, changing her position so that it was even more sensual. “And how are we going to do that?” She asked.

The principal smiled. “I have assembled a collection of tools. Point vibrators, clamps, hot wax, Prickly Pasties, CrystalBond, paint brushes, feather, sterile needles. Even the TENS unit. And during the entire process she will be bound spread open and getting slowly and steadily machine fucked in both her ass and pussy.”

“Good,” Ms. Becca said wickedly. “She deserves it. Every last lick of it.” She paused. “No gag I hope?”

The principal gave the girl another swing of the whip, striking her breasts once more. Jenni’s body shuddered and she thrust her chest forward, as if begging for more. He gave Ms. Becca stern look. “You want to hear her scream?” He asked. Ms Becca grinned. 

“She isn’t the only one needing punishment though,” the principal said as he completed the swing.

“Oh?” Ms. Becca teased, her top stretching across her magnificent bosom as she spread her arms across the back of the couch. The sexual tension in the room, already skyhigh because of Jenni’s torment, seemed to double and Ms. Becca licked her lips, giving the principal a smoldering look. “Is someone else breaking rules?” Ms. Becca teased. The principal took a step closer. 

The principal gestured at the bound and quivering schoolgirl. “Did you know she came to school today without panties?” He asked, the corners of his mouth curling up. 

“You don’t say,” Ms. Becca whispered. She shifted her leg a bit and the skirt opened up even more, showing off Ms. Becca’s very exposed, very vulnerable, very wet pussy. “How naughty. She should definitely be punished for that.”

He nodded. “I agree. It’s a school rule. Even faculty are required to follow it.”

Ms. Becca smiled. “And what would you need to do, if you discovered some member of the faculty violating such a thing?”

The principal leaned over Ms. Becca. “Well, first I’d need to confirm that she was following all the other rules, like properly wearing a bra.” His hand fell upon her shoulder, then gently slipped down the slope of her exposed neck. She didn’t move away from him, but she did bring her hand back down to her slit, almost as if she couldn’t wait. Her hips thrust upward as she pushed in deep, plunging her finger through the wet folds . She masturbated while he tugged on the material of her shirt until her right breast seemed to explode outward, freed from the elastic tension of her blouse. His fingers traced down to the nipple, teasing it as Ms. Becca groaned, eyes closing with pleasure. He leaned down, his mouth surrounding the raised tip, sucking on her.

 She gasped, eyes closed as the pressure peaked, and suddenly it was too much. Watching Jenni get stimulated and punished, knowing what other torments she would be enduring over the course of the day, the finger in her pussy, and now his mouth on her breast? It culminated in a sharp gasp, shooting her over into orgasmic bliss. Her pussy tightened around her own finger and she pumped it frantically, fluid squirting out onto the table and floor. Her toes curled and one high heel actually slipped off her foot. She twitched on the sofa, orgasmic ecstasy flowing through her until she felt the surge of adrenaline fade, leaving her floating on a hormonal high that could compare with nothing else. And when she opened her eyes, he was leaning over her, a dark look of extreme satisfaction on his face.

“That,” he said softly, “was another violation,” he declared calmly. “No orgasms.”

Wickedly, her mouth curled up at the corners. “Deliberate even,” she whispered, pulling her finger out from between her legs. She brought it to her mouth, licked at it, and then sucked it dramatically, her eyes locked on him. The implication was rather obvious. Then Becca laughed. “It’s a crime Jenni and I seem to both be committing,” Becca whispered. “Though she seems to be doing it more intensely.”

The principal turned, looking back at Jenni. Sure enough, the girl’s body was shaking violently and just then, she mewled in exquisite pleasure, her hips jerking. More fluid seemed to explode out of her sex, seeping down the sides of the phallus and the rod itself. The principal smiled. 

“Orgasm number three,” he said with satisfaction. “And that means the last two periods of school will be quite excruciating for her. Hopefully she has more.” But then he turned back toward Ms. Becca. “You, on the other hand, will be spending the next period with me, in my office.” He grinned. “Where you will be fully and completely sensitized before I inflict similar punishments upon your private parts.” 

“I hope Ms. Fontaine hurries then,” Ms. Becca said sensuously, slowly closing her legs. “But do tell. What punishments have I earned?” She teased.

The principal straightened. “For not wearing a bra, I will of course need to flog those magnificent breasts until they are tingling, with your nipples hard and taut. Then I will clamp them. For wearing a slit skirt, which is highly inappropriate, your bottom will be thoroughly spanked, perfectly reddened and burning. For inappropriate behavior, I think I might just follow Mr. Mason’s direction, and give the bottoms of your feet some needed attention, possibly with a pinwheel, but most definitely with a nice strap. Then, for your unauthorized orgasm, I shall be whipping your thighs with a crop, while I attempt a more modest replication of Coach Hampton’s signature sensitizing maneuver. All while your sweet little clit is subjected to non-stop, intense, and exquisite torment.”

Ms. Becca laughed out loud and put a hand to her bare breast. “My goodness! You might as well tie me up here! It sounds like I’m no better than that little strumpet against the wall!” Her finger circled her nipple. “A few hours of getting all my naughty bits whipped and fucked properly sounds absolutely horrific!” But from the way she said it, the principal could tell that she considered it anything but. Ms. Becca grinned wickedly. “But, you forgot one violation though, and the subsequent punishment,” she teased.

He leaned over her. “You mean your lack of panties?” He asked quietly, eyes burning with need. His hand slipped down between her legs, finding her slit. She let out a soft groan and opened up even further. He felt the softness of her clit, the slickness of her folds, and then he slid a finger deep into her body. She nodded, just a touch breathless. “Yes,” she whispered. 

“Well, it's a very serious offense,” he started to say, thrusting his finger in and out of her sex. “The punishment is quite extreme.”

“Yes?” She gasped, her face close to his, their lips just an inch apart.

The door to the Teacher’s Lounge opened and a young, blonde woman entered, only about five years older than the teenager still shaking her ass against the wall. Ms. Fontaine was wearing a black mini-skirt that barely covered her bottom, black stockings, and a white silk blouse with buttons down the front. The problem was that none of the buttons seemed to be fastened and the shirt was completely open. Not enough to expose anything… indecent, but more than enough to make it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. A wicked, sensuous smile was already on her face as she spotted the principal, but then her expression cracked when she saw Ms. Becca, eyes widening. 

The principal straightened, pulling his hand out from between Becca’s legs. The librarian let out a frustrated sigh, but then readjusted herself so that the slit in her skirt closed. It took her a moment longer to tuck her breasts back into her low-cut blouse. By then, Ms. Fontaine’s cheeks had reddened to a similar color as her lipstick. 

“Ms. Fontaine,” the principal said with polite acknowledgement.

The science teacher, still blushing, coughed delicately. “Um. I’m early. I know. I just… uh… wanted to…” her voice trailed off.

“It appears,” Ms. Becca said as she stood up, “that you have additional violations to handle,” she said to the principal, eyes narrowing. She walked past Jenni, who was still wearing both the noise-cancelling earphones and the blindfold, only to extend her hand and slap both of Jenni’s tits with a casual glancing blow. The girl mewled. Ms. Becca walked up to Ms. Fontaine and then circled the younger woman, eyes appreciative. Ms. Becca extended a finger and touched Ms. Fontaine right at the base of her throat, in the hollow. The woman gulped, eyes widening, as Ms. Becca drew a line down the exposed flesh, all the way down between her breasts, through the dimple of her navel, and down to the waistband of the skirt. 

“Naughty,” Ms. Becca cooed. “No bra. And such an indecent outfit!” She continued to walk around Ms. Fontaine, finger still against her skin. It caused the shirt to move, flashing one bare and exquisite breast to the principal as Ms. Becca moved behind the woman. “I wonder if she’s wearing panties?” 

Ms. Fontaine gasped as Ms. Becca suddenly tugged and the entire black mini-skirt fell to the floor. 

Revealing bare loins and a perfectly shaved, glistening wet, and quite obviously stuffed slit. In fact, the pink tail of the vibrator was sticking out of her folds. And it was on.

“I think,” said Ms. Becca firmly, stepping away from Ms. Fontaine, “that after Ms. Fontaine is finished punishing that little waif against the wall, she too will be heading toward your office for some needed corporal punishment. This is… what? Five violations? The lack of bra and panties? The ridiculously short skirt? The open shirt? And a sex toy?” She swung back around, flicking Ms. Fontaine’s blouse wide apart, exposing the other side of the woman’s chest. Ms. Fontaine let out a little squeal and grabbed her shirt, closing it with an embarrassed look.

“I sincerely hope he lets me do the sensitizing part,” Ms. Becca cooed to the young teacher. “Because I could make you tremble.” She stepped back. “At least until his flogger tastes all the sweet spots I’ll have just licked.” 

Ms. Fontaine gulped.

The principal let out a sigh. “Ms. Fontaine, please put your clothes back on. You will then spend the next hour spanking, whipping, or caning Jenni’s ass. Please also continue to sensitize her pussy in any way you feel appropriate, as we are forcing her through as many orgasms as possible. Please provide me a count when you come to my office, after Mr. Mason relieves you at the start of third period.”

Ms. Fontain quickly bent down, grabbed her skirt, and pulled it back up, covering her nudity. “Yes sir,” she blurted out. 

The principal nodded, then looked back at the Librarian. “Now, Ms. Becca, if you will accompany me to my office, we have much to discuss.”

Ms. Becca blinked, then smiled. “Indeed we do.” She nodded at Ms. Fontaine. “I’ll see you in an hour. I hope you’re still wet and desperate.” Then Ms. Becca headed for the door. The principal rolled his eyes, shook his head, and then followed, leaving the worried science teacher alone with Jenni.

Finally, Ms. Fontaine walked over to the little schoolgirl and laid a hand upon the reddened, soft flesh of Jenni’s breast. The girl twitched, wincing as Ms. Fontaine stroked the distended, sore nipple, watching as she trembled under the soft touch. 

“My goodness,” Ms Fontaine whispered, knowing Jenni couldn’t hear her, not with the sound-cancelling headphones on her ears. “That man certainly knows how to use his tools. Your poor breasts have been thoroughly beaten.” Then Ms. Fontaine smiled. “Of course, it’s nothing compared to what I’m about to do to your poor little ass.” She flicked the girl’s nipple, eliciting a fresh little cry. 

“And once I’m done forcing a few orgasms out of you, while spanking that adorable little bottom…” Ms Fontaine sighed. “Then it will be my turn to squirm, and squeal, and cum.”