The Tickling Boots

Kendrick stepped into the school library and glanced around. The room itself was huge and airy, with broad windows looking out over both the student commons and a portion of the lawn outside the main entrance. Rows of tall wooden shelves seemed small in the two story, atrium like library and for a moment, he felt a little helpless, as if he were looking for a needle in a haystack. But it wasn’t a book he was looking for, despite being in the library. He walked deeper in, passing the circulation desk, his back to the library offices, audio lab, and media rooms. 

“Hi!” said a bright and friendly voice, startling him. “Can I help you find something?”

Kendrick whirled in surprise, only to find himself standing in front of a very pretty girl with shoulder-length, dark brown hair, huge brown eyes, and a set of curves that filled out her school uniform unusually well. She wasn’t tall, nor was she technically short, though she might have been described as petite. Her smile was engaging, her eyes sparkling with a sort of mischief that made him blush. Her white blouse clung to her bosom and her blue and white plaid skirt swirled around her thighs daringly, showing a distracting amount of skin. 

But more importantly, she was exactly who he was looking for.

“Um… Hi. I’m Kendrick,” he said, just a little excited. He’d seen Jenni often enough around school and frankly, her reputation was legendary. Despite being very pretty, and looking sweet and innocent, Jenni was the school’s most egregious disciplinary problem. Usually it manifested in uniform violations and Kendrick could tell that her skirt was hemmed a few inches short of regulation length. And while he wasn’t absolutely sure, the telltale bumps at the tips of her bodice, indicated, at least to him, that she probably wasn’t wearing a bra. Of course, the only way to be sure was to reach out and grab hold, and he wasn’t about to do something like that.

At least, not without an invitation.

“Hello, Kendrick,” Jenni said with a grin. “How can I help you?”

Kendrick took a deep breath. “Well, I’m looking for something in particular,” he said. 

Jenni laughed, her hand coming up and sweeping across the entire library floor. “We have practically everything! So what’s your interest? Science Fiction? Fantasy? Histories? Biographies?”

Kendrick blinked. “Oh. No. I’m not here for a book,” he said quickly, blushing. “See, I’m in shop class and my work group…” his voice trailed off. “Um. Are you ticklish?”

Jenni’s eyebrow went up. “Am I ticklish?” She repeated, still a little surprised at the question.

Kendrick nodded. “Yes. You know, ticklish?”

Jenni gave him a weird, but amused look. “Yes Kendrick, I know what ticklish means. Why are you asking?” 

Kendrick cleared his throat nervously. “Well, it’s about my workgroup in shop class and…” he bit his lip. “But before I explain, I need to know if you are.”

“Are?”

“Ticklish.”

Jenni let out a laugh and crossed her arms over her amazing chest. “That’s a complicated question,” she said in a teasing tone. 

Kendrick blinked, suddenly confused. “It is?”

She nodded and gave him a very serious look. “Absolutely. For example, some people are ticklish everywhere on their body, while some are only ticklish in specific spots. Some people can’t stand a soft, delicate, light touch…” She reached out and lightly stroked the inside of Kendrick’s elbow, just enough to move the small and light hair. He gasped and jerked away, rubbing at the spot. 

“While others love that sensation, but can’t handle a light and fast flutter.” She wriggled her fingertips in front of him quickly, grinning.”

Kendrick let out a laugh. “You didn’t answer the question.”

Her eyelids half lowered. “That sort of knowledge is personal. It makes you vulnerable. And you still haven’t told me why you want to know.”

Kendrick wrestled with the decision, but then nodded. “We made a set of boots.”

Her eyebrow went up. “Boots,” she repeated, obviously wanting more.

“They’re not really boots though,” Kendrick said quickly. “They’re more like braces. Restraints. Um… like you can’t walk in them.”

She nodded. “Boots you can’t walk in. I see.”

Kendrick grimaced, realizing he was botching his pitch. He took a deep breath. “We designed a set of foot restraints that will keep the wearer’s feet perfectly still, the soles exposed, toes extended, regardless of what is being done. Like being tickled.”

Jenni’s eyes widened and the amused expression on her face disappeared. She didn’t say a word. Kendrick gave her an apologetic look. “We’ve tested it, on ourselves, and it works. But none of us can handle anything serious and we all use the safe word after just half a minute.”

Jenni took a deep breath herself. “So you want to subject me to having my feet tickled, without any safe word.” She couldn’t believe he would ask such a thing! She gave him an incredulous look.

Kendrick nodded. “Are you ticklish?”

Jenni frowned. “Honestly? Yes. Everywhere.”

Kendrick blinked. “Everywhere?” 

She nodded. 

“That means the bottoms of your feet?” He asked.

Her eyebrow went back up. “Kendrick, everywhere means everywhere,” she said firmly. 

He digested that. “Oh. Okay. Well. Great!” He looked relieved. “So Mr. Johnson would really like us to do it in the morning. Can you get here by seven?” 

Jenni blinked. “By seven?” 

Kendrick nodded. “Yeah. It won’t take more than an hour, so you’ll have time to get ready for the day. And it's just your feet. You won’t have to take off your clothes or anything. Okay?” He grinned, super-excited, almost giddy. “This is great! I’ve got to go tell everyone! Thank you so much!” And with that he turned and darted out of the library, leaving Jenni standing there, confused, stunned, and perplexed.

“But… Kendrick…” she said aloud. “I didn’t say yes!” 



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The next morning Kendrick stood with his team in the shop, standing at the worktable. There were four of them all together, three boys and one girl, and Kendrick was rather proud of the group. Mr. Johnson had been enthusiastic about their project, finding it appealing from a humor standpoint. But after the design and testing stages, he’d made some good suggestions and the final product was rather impressive in design.

The Tickling Boots were a pair of rectangular wooden blocks only three inches thick, cut two-thirds of the way down. A hole had been cut in each block, centered over the horizontal cut, forming a perfect place for the wearer’s ankles. Foam inserts created a soft but snug fit and metal clasps held the top and bottoms of the blocks together. Along the top of each boot were rows of metal turnkeys, each one fitted with a thin piece of paracord. This cordage dangled down the back end of the boot and ended in adjustable loops. The idea was simple. Fit a single loop around each of the wearers toes, then tighten the turnkeys. This would draw the foot upward, placing tension on it, preventing the boot wearer from curling their foot, or twisting at the ankle, or even pointing their toes. And because the boot was so low on the ankle, their legs would be immobilized too. 

And it had worked in their tests. But how sturdy was it for real?

“Are you sure she’s coming?” Brady asked, looking up at Kendrick.

Brady was a small, wiry young man, with reddish hair and glasses. The word “nerd” defined him perfectly. Kendrick gave his teammate a glare.

“Of course she’s coming,” he said. 

Ashley, who was using a socket wrench to adjust the attachment bolts holding the boots to the wooden plank they were on, looked up. “Yeah? Then where is she? It’s seven already.”

Kendrick glanced at the wall clock and frowned. It was already seven. Where was she? The fourth member of their team, a young man named Victor, came over, accompanied by Mr. Johnson. He glanced over at Kendrick with a smile. 

“Where’s your victim, Kendrick?” He asked with a grin. 

Kendrick bit his lip. “Um… she’s supposed to be here,” he said nervously as the clock clicked past the hour.

“Then she’s late?” Johnson asked. He knew Kendrick. The boy was somewhat… all over the place sometimes. “You did explain to her what was required, right? Just sit, take off her shoes, and get tickled. Fifteen minutes max. Right?”

Kendrick realized that he hadn’t actually told her everything. He replayed the conversation in his head and suddenly realized something even worse.

She hadn’t said yes. He’d just made an assumption. The look of horror on his face told his teammates everything. Ashley rolled her eyes. 

“Well, I’m not putting my feet into the boots again. Not after last time,” she declared. Kendrick glanced at Brady who shook his head. 

That was when the door of the shop opened and Jenni burst in, panting heavily. 

“I’m sorry!” She blurted out, looking at the four other students and Mr. Johnson. “My mother was running late this morning and…” She blinked. 

Kendrick grinned. “You came!” He hurried over to her and took her hand. “No! It’s fine! It’s fine! Come on in!” 

He led her back to the group and Mr. Johnson’s eyebrow went up. “Well young lady, it looks like you’re keeping to form today.”

Jenni blushed and averted her eyes. The shopteacher let out a sigh and shook his head. “First you’re late. Then you show up wearing a skirt four inches too short and a blouse that is clearly not standard issue.” He shook his head. “The only reason I’m not going to take any action is because I’m sure that Ms. Temis will, when you show up at In School Suspension later.”

Jenni gulped and nodded. “Yes sir,” she said, almost sounding disappointed.

Mr. Johnson nodded. “Did Kendrick explain everything to you?” He asked.

Jenni nodded. “You want to tickle me.”

Johnson smiled. “Just your feet. Simple process,” he explained. “You’ll sit in that chair over there,” he said, gesturing toward a comfortable looking padded chair in the corner, sitting behind an ottoman. “With your shoes and socks off, you’ll put your feet into the boots. It will take a few minutes to get you locked down and then the team is going to take turns tickling the bottoms of your feet. Feet only. I’ll set a timer for fifteen minutes. Once we reach the time limit, you’re done.”

“No safeword, right?” She asked.

He shook his head. “Nope. But not indefinite torment either.” He grinned. “We both know you’re used to more extremes, don’t we?”

And Jenni blushed. “Yes sir,” she whispered. 

“Great. So go have a seat and take off your shoes and socks.”

Jenni licked her lip, nodded, and hurried over to the chair.

“You,” Ashley said quietly to Kendrick, “are so fucking lucky. Because if she hadn’t shown up, it would be your feet in the boots,” she declared.

Mr. Johnson headed back over to his desk and the team got to work. As Jenni sat down and began pulling off her flats and socks, Kendrick and Ashley picked up the boots, separated the tops from the bottoms, and brought them over to the ottoman. Jenni gave them a nervous look.

“It won’t hurt,” Kendrick said quickly. “I promise.” He gestured at the open boots. “Just lift your legs and put your feet into the insets.”

Slowly she lifted her feet. Kendrick just happened to be standing in exactly the right place, so that as she placed her legs into the boots, he saw right up her short little skirt. 

And Jenni was not wearing panties. Her soft, pink slit was glistening with moisture, the petals wide revealing the inner depths. 

Kendrick’s eyes widened and his mouth went dry. Sure, he’d heard about her antics. But… to actually see her shaved pussy? He felt himself stiffen, an uncomfortable bulge in his pants. He gulped, then quickly started to close up the boots. 

But next to him, Ashley had frozen. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was pressed into a fine line. She snapped the boot shut on Jenni’s ankle, locked it, then quickly marched away silently, heading straight for Mr. Johnson’s desk.

“Ashley?” Kendrick called, but the girl ignored him.

The little Asian girl stopped in front of Mr. Johnson, planted her fists on her hips, and in a loud voice made a declaration. “Mr. Johnson. Jenni is not wearing panties!” 

Everyone froze. Except Jenni. A dark blush crept across her cheeks.

Slowly Mr. Johnson stood up. He walked back across the shop with Ashley in tow. He glanced down at Jenni.

“Jenni, is this true?”

Jenni gulped, looked up, and nodded nervously. Mr. Johnson considered this for a moment. “Ashley, please go and get a two by six board from the supply rack and take it to the worktable.” 

Ashley darted away, a smug look on her face while Kendrick looked shocked. “Sir?” He asked carefully.

Mr. Johnson gave the young man a smile. “Don’t worry, Kendrick. You’ll still get your boots tested.” He looked back at Jenni. “I hope you understand the serious nature of this violation. I was willing to let the uniform violations slide. Even your tardiness. But not this sort of violation.” He shook his head. “You understand that per school regulations, you have to be disciplined for this infraction, right?”

Jenni nodded, eyes averted. “Yes sir. I understand.”

Mr. Johnson looked over at Brady and Victor. “The board the boots are attached to. Can you remove them?”

“Uh… yes sir. But why?” Brady asked.

“Because we will be attaching them to a different base plate,” Mr. Johnson explained, just as Ashley dragged over a two by six board, eight feet long. She dumped it on the far end of the work table and looked over at them expectantly. 

“Let’s go Jenni,” Mr. Johnson said, reaching down to unsnap the one boot that Ashley had closed on Jenni’s ankle. “Get your feet out of the boots and over to the table.”

She complied immediately, lifting her ankles out of the boot inset holes and she got to her feet. Kendrick tried to get another glimpse of her sex, but this time her skirt managed to cover everything. She walked over to the table, followed by the shop teacher, and with a hop and push of her hands, lifted herself up to sit on the wooden surface. 

“Now, lay back, feet toward the board,” Johnson instructed. 

Jenni swiveled, bringing her legs up, knees bent. At the end of the table, Ashley’s eyes widened again, but she glanced away. Victor and Brady were busily unscrewing the base plate from the two boots. 

“Got mine!” Victor declared a moment later. Brady’s side came loose and they lifted each separate block, leaving the single small board on the ottoman.

“Excellent, bring them over and put them on Jenni’s feet,” Mr. Johnson said. “Extend your legs, Jenni.”

“Yes sir,” she replied, letting her knees drop before the boys got there. Victor and Brady set the blocks on the end of the table and Jenni lifted her legs upward. Both ankles fit securely into the open ankle stocks, which closed down and were locked.

“Sir?” Victor said. “What are we going to screw these too? They have to be mounted.” 

Mr. Johnson smiled. “We’ll take care of that in a moment,” he assured the boy. Then he picked up the long board brought over my Ashley, and set it back down on the table, right next to Jenni.

“Now, young lady. Swivel around so that your legs are pointed toward me. Victor and Brady, grab hold of the tickler boots and help her.”

Everyone sort of pivoted and Jenni twisted on the tabletop. Her skirt rode up, but she managed not to flash anyone, since her thighs were pressed together. The board was an inch from her butt. But then Johnson had to step back to keep from getting in the way of her outstretched legs and the boots. The boys stopped, looking up at their teacher with no idea what needed to happen next, and waited for orders.

“Now gentlemen, please spread Jenni’s legs until the tickler boots are even with the board. Ashley and Kendrick? Be ready with wood screws to secure the boots.”

The shocked looks were on every single face but one. No one moved but the girl herself and without a word, Jenni spread her legs wide. Victor and Brady were forced to walk with her moving feet and their eyes flickered to her skirt as it rode upward. Further and further she opened up and the beautiful pink gash between her legs was suddenly fully in view, wet and perfect. 

“Wider. Spread her into the splits,” urged Mr. Johnson. Victor and Brady glanced at each other and pulled on the tickling boots as Jenni groaned, her butt sliding all the way onto the board. Ashley rushed forward with a drill in one hand and the sound of the motor quickly turning the restraining screw into the two by six plank under Jenni’s ass filled the shop. Then she rushed around the table and handed the drill to Kendrick, who copied her actions, screwing down the second tickling boot and putting Jenni in a very vulnerable position. 

“Perfect,” Mr. Johnson observed, looking down at Jenni’s exposed sex. There was no way she was going to be getting up, not with her legs spread so wide, her feet locked securely into the tickling boots, which were screwed down into the long two by six plank. “No panties indeed.” He walked around the table to her head and looked down on her. “Jenni, the fact that you opted not to wear panties means that I’m required to perform another check, to ensure you are wearing the appropriate undergarments.”

Jenni lifted her arms and spread them wide, copying the way her legs were stretched out. Mr. Johnson leaned over and began unbuttoning her shirt, starting under her chin. White cream colored flesh was exposed, further and further down, and Kendrick found himself holding his breath. When the shop teacher got to the spot where it was obvious that there was no bra, he flung her shirt open, exposing the large breasts and taut, pink tips. Johnson finished opening up Jenni’s blouse until her belly was exposed and the shirt hung open on either side of her body.

“Figures,” Ashley sneered. “What a slut.”

“Ashely, please retrieve three skeins of cordage and my punishment satchel. When you get back, tie her hands to the opposite ends of the table. Brady, please go to my office and open the blue cabinet. You will find a hanger on the top shelf. Please bring that to me. Victor and Kendrick, start securing the toe lines on the tickler boots.”

Ashley and Brady quickly darted away, but Kendrick and Victor each went to one of the boots and grabbed the first line of paracord. Mr. Johnson looked down at Jenni and sighed. “I hope you realize that you’ve left me no option,” he told the girl. “You have to be punished. And since you’ve forced me into this, you’ll also be receiving strokes for the tardiness, the skirt, and the blouse.”

Jenni nodded. “Yes sir, I understand.” But it was the way she said it, with absolute acceptance, that startled Kendrick. It was almost like she planned for it.

Mr. Johnson shook his head. “Undoubtedly,” he muttered. Then Jenni’s eyes widened and she gasped, glancing toward her left foot. Johnson looked and Victor glanced up from the other side of the boot. “First toe done!” 

The shop teacher stepped around the corner of the table holding the exposed and outstretched girl and looked at the bottom of the boot. Jenni’s ankle sat in the inset and the first black cord was tied around her big toe. Victor had already tightened the turnkey and there was a slightly unnatural stretch to her foot. And Victor was in the process of tying the second line around her next toe. 

“Very good,” Johnson said to the young man. “Keep going.”

At that moment Ashley came back and plopped a thick leather tool satchel on the end of the table. She was also holding three skeins of rope. Taking two of them, she quickly went around to Jenni’s right wrist and began wrapping it, tying a complicated knot, and then running the line to the table leg even with Jenni’s head. She pulled, drawing Jenni’s arm outward and tight, ensuring that she couldn’t move it. 

Jenni let out a soft groan as she felt more of her toes get tied. It wasn’t a quick process, but it certainly felt strange. She’d never had anything like that done to her before. She tried to focus on the sensation, but Ashley made a fuss over Jenni’s left arm, tying that one as well and drawing her into a tight letter “I” position, stretched out on the work table. Jenni twitched as both Victor and Kendrick moved to the middle toe of each foot.

“Here Ashley,” Mr. Johnson said, opening his punishment satchel and extracting a bottle. “Please apply an even coat to Jenni’s legs and pussy.” He held out the container and Ashley took it. She popped the cap and sniffed. 

“Oil?” The little Asian girl asked.

He nodded. “Grapeseed,” he affirmed. Ashley nodded and turned the bottle upside down, right onto Jenni’s right ankle.

“Hey!” Kendrick complained. “Don’t soak the boot!” 

Ashley rolled her eyes and poured a heavy line all the way up Jenni’s leg, all the way to her slit. To Jenni, the fluid felt cool but then Ashley set the bottle down and with both hands touched Jenni’s skin, spreading the glimmering glistening oil over every inch. 

Jenni whimpered with pleasure, shocked at how good Ashley’s hands felt. As the Asian girl moved higher, making sure that the oil was evenly spread over Jenni’s shin, calves, and now thighs, Jenni felt her fourth toe on each foot get bound and stretched. It was a maddening sensation and she realized her toes were twitching from the strain. 

Brady reappeared. “Is this what you wanted, sir?” He asked, holding up a heavy plastic hanger. Jenni turned her head and gulped. She instinctively knew exactly why Johnson had wanted the hanger. Two clamps were mounted on the lower bar, for holding onto a pair of trousers. Brady handed it over to the shop teacher who grabbed the unused third skein of rope and quickly tied a knot on the hooked top. He threw the line upward, over a hanging bar that was positioned above the work table, and Jenni found herself staring up at the slowly dropping hanger. But then she was distracted as Ashley’s oiled hand found Jenni’s pink gash.

Ashley’s fingers spread the oil over and around Jenni’s sex, and she wasn’t gentle about it. In fact, she began moving her hand back and forth, fingertips flicking Jenni’s clitoris rapidly, sending a surge of sexual pressure up through the bound girl. Jenni gritted her teeth as her pussy tightened, her hips thrusting upward in desperate longing. But Ashley wasn’t about to let her cum. Instead she picked up the bottle of oil again, left another heavy pour down Jenni’s other leg, and moved down to the opposite ankle, clearly intending to work her way back up to Jenni’s groin.

“Finished!” Kendrick announced. “I just need to adjust the turnkeys.” He bent down and began twisting the metal cranks on the top and Jenni mewled. A muscle spasm appeared on her right thigh and Mr. Johnson ignored the hanger above Jenni and came down to inspect Kendrick’s work. 

“Looking good,” he affirmed, watching as Kendrick adjusted the tickling boot, stretching Jenni’s toes upward and outward. It caused her foot to look a bit misshapen, but still delightfully pretty. Victor waved and grinned. 

“I’m done too, sir!” 

Johnson went over and checked Victor’s work. “Excellent job,” he said to the young man. “You, Kendrick, and Brady go and get your tickling tools.”

Victor nodded with a happy grin and the boys immediately went to retrieve their supplies. Ashley had made it up to Jenni’s left knee and was practically massaging the girl’s thighs with her slick, oiled hands.

Mr. Johnson returned to the side of the table where Jenni’s head lay and he grabbed the hanger, pulling it down. Jenni gulped, only to realize that she was panting with nervousness, and pleasure, bracing herself for what was coming. 

He pinched open both of the clips along the bottom of the hanger at the same time, tugging and pulling to make sure that both plastic and metal pincer sets were positioned in the correct spot. Jenni felt the pressure, the tips digging into her breasts, surrounding her nipples. Then came the awful bite and she let out a squeal as two sharp pains seemed to explode across her chest. The pinching sensation was intense, hard and brutal and it only got worse as Mr. Johnson readjusted the rope holding the hanger, pulling Jenni’s bosom upward, stretching her breasts toward the ceiling.

But then something else distracted Jenni from the discomfort of her breasts. Ashley had gotten back up to Jenni’s pussy and thrust multiple fingers into Jenni’s slit. Pumping firmly and steadily, Ashley drove her hand deeper into Jenni’s body, adding a third finger after just a few pumps. Jenni groaned, her body responding to the overwhelming sexual stimulation and the pain throbbing through her nipples only compounded the sensation. Ashley jacked her hand back and forth rapidly, four fingers now stretching Jenni’s gaping, oiled gash and Jenni shuddered, eyes rolling up into the back of her head with a desperate groan. 

“Jenni,” Mr. Johnson said firmly, tapping the girl’s face with his hand. Jenni opened her eyes and looked up at him, panting softly. “You realize that we have to sensitize all of the spots that I have to punish, right?”

Between Jenni’s legs, Ashley bent her thumb inward and pushed. Jenni gasped, eyes widening as the little Asian girl shoved her entire hand up into Jenni’s sex. The pleasure rippled through her and Johnson looked down at Ashley, whose face was contorted with a fierce look of concentration. 

“Ashely,” he chided. “I told you to apply an even coat of oil.”

Ashley looked up. “To her legs and pussy,” she replied with complete confidence, her hand still in Jenni, fingers opening and curling, only to get drawn out halfway and jammed back in. “I’m oiling her insides now.”

Johnson frowned, but then shrugged sheepishly. “I suppose my directives could be interpreted in that manner,” he said. “Fine.” He leaned over to his punishment satchel, rifled through it, and drew out a black, silicone bulbed, battery powered massager. He handed it over. “You may continue to apply the oil internally, but please begin stimulating her clitoris.”

Ashley’s free hand came up and she took the massager and looked at it. “Sir? What if she has an orgasm?”

Mr. Johnson smiled. “That is not your concern. Orgasms during the stimulation or punishment process are unauthorized and will result in further punishment. Jenni knows that.” He smiled wickedly. “So feel free to… indulge yourself.”

Ashley’s eyes narrowed and she looked down on the stretched up cunt wrapped around her wrist. “Oh girl,” she muttered nastily. “You are in for a heap of trouble.” And she turned on the massager and jammed it hard against Jenni’s clitoris. Instantly her back arched and everyone saw the tension in her thighs cause the muscles to shift. Her hips twisted as Ashley rubbed the slick vibrating tool against Jenni’s sensitive little nub, all while continuing to open and close her fist inside Jenni’s sex.

Kendrick, Victor, and Brady hurried up, their hands full. Johnson nodded. “Gentlemen, you may begin tickling her.”

Jenni really wasn’t paying attention. Her arms and thighs ached from her position, her pussy was clenching tight around Ashley’s fist, which was still being pumped in and out, while the massager in Ashley’s hands was drawing slow circles around the apex of Jenni’s pussy. Add in the throbbing bite of the hanger clamps and the way her breasts were stretched out, it was understandable that the slightly uncomfortable stretch of her toes, locked into the tickling boots, was only a minor sensation that she barely noticed. Until Kendrick began fluttering his fingers against the arch of her foot, flicking fast and lightly across her tender insole.

Jenni’s leg jerked but the screws holding the boot into the wooden plank were strong and secure, but none of them were really prepared for her sharp cry. Jenni shrieked as if someone had taken a live electric wire and run it across her chest. The sound emanating from her throat only seemed to get worse as Brady began a similar fluttering caress on her opposite side. Ashley ignored it, her tongue slightly sticking out as she continued to fist fuck and vibrate Jenni’s open gash.

“It tickles!” Jenni squealed. “Please! Stop!” Her hips suddenly began rocking and her entire frame bucked. It really only affected Ashley, though the hanger swung and Jenni’s breasts, which were already stretched out significantly, nipples crushed in the tight bite of the clamps, suffered even more. Jenni’s head moved back and forth, her hair swinging, as she went slightly mad. “PLEASE! I CAN’T! IT TICKLES!” 

Except her scream changed. It clearly wasn’t agony, even though the pressure being applied to her nipples had to be excruciating. All of them realized half a second later that she was laughing. Hysterically. Shrieks of laughter poured out of the girl as she thrashed and quivered violently on the work table.

Kendrick grinned, looking down at the petite foot in front of him. It was cute and he loved how her toes were all spread apart. Her arch was unusually soft as well and there were no calluses or rough patches. Her toes were painted and he ran his hand up and down the center of her foot, from her heel to the ball, his fingers pressing into her flesh, flickering. Had her toes not been tied, they would have been curling, her ankle twisting in desperation, struggling to get away from him. He could hear the tension she was putting on the wooden frame of the boot, not to mention the plank it was secured upon!

“PLEASE! PLEASE!” She squealed, laughing horribly. “STOP! I CAN’T! PLEASE!” Between Jenni’s legs, Ashley’s hand was coming almost all the way out of the sodden swamp of the bound girl’s sex, oil and girl goo mixing in an indissoluble mess. The massager hummed loudly, clearly set to full power, and the expression on Ashley’s face was one of structured focus, as if forcing Jenni to orgasm was Ashley’s single life goal.

On the other end of the table, Victor and Brady were switching out, running their fingers up and down Jenni’s left foot, at least until they decided to split the difference. Brady began rubbing the sensitive, exposed sides of her outstretched toes, while Victor focused on her delicate arch, fluttering his fingers fast and lightly. Victor knew from experience that what he was doing was absolutely awful to endure, because all of them had worn the boots at some point, except with a safe word. He’d lasted all of forty-four seconds. Ashley hadn’t even been able to withstand half that. Brady and Kendrick had shown the most proclivity, with Kendrick being the least ticklish of all of them. His record was four minutes and three seconds before giving up. 

Mr. Johnson stepped back, crossing his arms as he watched the team work on Jenni. Admittedly, he wondered if Ashley’s penetrative sexual stimulation would give Jenni some sort of bulwark against the sensory overload coming from the bottoms of her feet. Indeed, the girl’s entire body was rippling with spasms as she twisted, the simple lines holding her arms insufficient to do more than keep her hands more or less stretched outward. Really it was the clamps on Jenni’s nipples, her breasts pulled painfully upward, that kept her in control and it had to be excruciating as she jerked and jiggled on the table. 

Kendrick lifted his hand away from Jenni’s right foot only to pick up one of the tools his team had decided was effective. Mostly because his fingers were getting tired. It was a micro-feather duster, small and light, that sported a tuft of feathers glued to a simple handle. To be honest, it was ineffective at its intended purpose, unless you were trying to dust something incredibly small or having very tight pockets of area. But that had just made it absolutely perfect to get in between a person’s outstretched toes. Kendrick began running it along Jenni’s foot, but went all the way up to the top, pushing just enough to make sure the feathers slid along the inner flesh of each toe. Her foot twitched violently, even bound, and her accompanying gasp and laughter made it clear that the feather-tipped tool was doing its job. 

“FFFUCCK!” Jenni screamed, her back arching as her hips thrust upward toward Ashley with involuntary spasms. She descended back into paroxysms of laughter. Kendrick, who had did some of the initial research into tickling, knew she was experiencing gargalesis, a heavy, deep, “laughter-inducing” tickle. When a person was pushed too far, it triggered an involuntary physical response that actually felt like a physical threat and the body’s central nervous system reacted predictably, surging adrenaline and activating the fight or flight response. Jenni’s body had no choice but to attempt escape, but bound into the splits, her ankles locked into place in the tickling boots, her arms stretched out to the sides and tied, having her nipples clamped and her breasts pulled upward, not to mention Ashley’s fist buried in her cunt, there wasn’t any way for Jenni to avoid the sensory overload. 

Mr. Johnson glanced at the clock. “Seven minutes. Keep it up!” 

Jenni’s chest heaved, even clamped, and her head thrashed, turning left and right in obvious distress. Her vocalizations disappeared, though her expression made it clear she was still laughing. Kendrick knew this was called apoplectic laughter, when the body’s nervous system could no longer differentiate between a playful tickle and harmful damage. Jenni gasped, mouth open in silent paroxisms, her laughter so intense it was nearly suffocating, incapacitating her ability to even articulate or vocalize her distress. Spasms rippled through her body, her thighs, calves and even abdomen jerking with erratic and irregular pulses.

Ashley switched up the movements of the massager. Instead of just holding it steady, pressed tightly against Jenni’s clit, she began moving it back and forth horizontally, rubbing the slick and oiled bulb across the sensitive nub. This new sensation actually managed to elicit another verbal cry from the overwhelmed and bound girl, who arched her back in sudden tension, as if she were being electrocuted. Of course none of the boys stopped tickling her feet, but it was only Mr. Johnson who understood the biological consequences of such extreme sensory overload. Jenni had reached the point where so many different, intense sensations were causing her brain’s somatosensory cortex (which processes touch) and the anterior cingulate cortex (which processes pleasure/pain) to fire simultaneously, causing a physical "short circuit." In a flash, everything being done to her was both agony and ecstasy.

Ashley let out a cry, jerking her hand out of Jenni and jumping back as the orgasmic fluids erupted in a stream from Jenni’s pussy, squirting violently as the bound girl’s body quivered and pumped. Kendrick’s eyes widened in shock as he watched Ashley twirl away, swearing up a storm, wiping splattered girl goo off her arm and face. She marched away toward the shop sink and for a moment, Kendrick forgot to tickle Jenni’s foot. 

“Keep tickling, Kendrick!” Mr. Johnson urged. “We’re only at nine and a half minutes!” 

Kendrick nodded and refocused. He put the feather duster down and began with his fingers again.

“You boys good over there?” Mr. Johnson asked Victor and Brady.

“Yes sir!” Brady declared in excitement, his hand still fluttering along Jenni’s twitching sole.

Jenni’s eyes had rolled up into the back of her head and she was starting to hyperventilate, her chest heaving. The shop teacher leaned over her and then put a hand on her wrist, checking her radial pulse. Strong and steady, if fast. He expected that. He let go and circled around the table until he was looking down at Jenni’s slit. The petals were soaked, her clitoris slightly swollen, and her vaginal opening was huge, obviously distended from having Ashley’s hand in there. 

Ashley stepped up to his side, looking up. She’d washed her face and arm, but her shirt still had droplets of Jenni’s cum on it. The Asian girl gave Mr. Johnson a very direct look. 

“She exploded,” Ashley stated, looking back at Jenni, who lay quivering and gasping on the table. 

“Why don’t you relieve Kendrick?” Mr. Johnson said with a friendly smile. “He hasn’t had a break.”

Ashley frowned. “What about her pussy?” 

“What about it?” Asked Mr. Johnson.

“Doesn’t it need to be punished?” Ashley asked. 

Mr. Johnson smiled. “Yes, but after we’ve tested the tickling boots for the full fifteen minutes,” he said firmly. “And Jenni’s sex is just one part of her that must endure disciplinary action.” He patted Ashley’s shoulder. “You did a good job sensitizing that part of her.”

“She’s going to get an extra punishment, right? For cumming?”

Mr. Johnson nodded. “Indeed.”

Ashley frowned. “Would she get a second extra punishment if she had another orgasm?”

Mr. Johnson hesitated. “Well, yes. I suppose.”

Ashley turned. “I would like to get Jimmy’s project out and use it on Jenni.”

Mr. Johnson blinked. “Jimmy’s project?”

Ashley grinned. “You have to admit, that’s a perfect tool to use on her, right sir?”

Mr. Johnson stroked his chin thoughtfully. Jenni’s eyes were closed, her ragged breathing and violently twitching form stretched out in front of him. Then he nodded in agreement. “Alright. I suppose we can see how that works out. Go get it.”

Ashley darted away and a full minute crawled by as she retrieved a fresh eighteen volt battery from the shop’s power tool storage agrea. When she returned, she held what had once been a reciprocal saw in her hands, a heavy tool that practically dwarfed her. Mr. Johnson also had to keep from laughing, as Ashley had donned personal protective gear, including a plastic face shield, a protective poncho, and black nitrile gloves. She stepped forward, pointing the business end of Jimmy’s project straight at Jenni and then pushed the massive, nine-inch-long, three-inch-wide rubber phallus into Jenni’s body, and pulled the activation trigger.

Unsurprisingly, the sudden impalation roused Jenni, but it was the violent pumping of the synthetic cock that truly overwhelmed the girl. Originally the reciprocating tool had a blade, designed to rapidly cut through practically anything and was used by professionals to complete demolition projects, sawing through wood, aluminum, drywall, and even steel to great effect. Jimmy had taken an older version and replaced the blade with a dildo.

Ashley grinned maniacly as Jenni’s pussy quivered under the onslaught of thrusts. Jimmy, when presenting his new tool, had explained that the speed of the dildo fucker was measured in “strokes per minute”. Ashley knew that at low speed, which was used for cutting through dense metals, cast iron, or stainless steel, the dildo could slam into Jenni’s body up to fifteen hundred times a minute. Which was why Ashley had set the machine to medium.

Jenni let out another scream, which startled everyone except Ashley, who bored in like a miner, her tongue caught between her teeth, a look of manic intensity on her face. Kendrick’s eyes were wide and even though he continued to tickle Jenni’s foot, he couldn’t help watching in astonishment as Ashley power-fucked Jenni’s pussy with the modified Sawzall. Jenni’s sex didn’t convulse. It quaked, as the huge dildo was pushed in and drawn out so fast that the forced impalement created its own oscillations which rippled through Jenni’s lower half. Her belly shook all the way up to her navel and to Kendrick’s astonishment, for just a second, Jenni actually lifted her legs, both tickling boots, and the board a fragment of an inch. Restricted by the two by six and the ropes holding her down, all she could really do was arch her back, lifting her ass off the table. 

“KEEP TICKLING!” Mr. Johnson shouted over the roar of the Sawzall thundering between Jenni’s legs. “One minute left!”

Kendrick glanced down at Jenni’s foot and cast aside the feather duster. Now was not the time for a light touch. He dug his fingers into her arch and fluttered them fast, gliding down and over her foot all the way to the heel. He couldn’t tell if it was driving her anymore crazy, but from the way she was jerking in the center of the table, it had to be. Kendrick focused and heard Jenni scream again. He looked up and was shocked to see her eyes clenched tight, her mouth open, chest heaving as if she had never taken a breath in her life.

Then the clamps biting down onto her nipples snapped off because of the way she was twisting. The hanger shot up, swinging wildly. Her breasts flopped down, soft and sore while her nipples, both of them dark pink, sporting red indentations, seemed to shrink back into her flesh. She let out another scream, her head snapping up to look down at Ashley and the reciprocal saw. Then her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she promptly passed out.

Mr. Johnson waved his arms. “Stop! Stop! Everyone stop!”

Kendrick gasped in alarm and pulled his hands away from Jenni’s foot. So did Brady and Victor. Ashley however, leaned forward, the reciprocal saw still pumping violently into Jenni’s cunt.

“ASHLEY!” Mr. Johnson yelled. No response. “ASHLEY!” 

Kendrick quickly stepped over to the Asian Girl and grabbed her arm. She looked up in shock and the Sawzall slowed and then stopped.

“What?” She asked in confusion.

Mr. Johnson leaned over Jenni. A line of drool was leaking from the corner of her mouth and he quickly checked her pulse. But before he could do anything else, her eyes opened and she gasped, jerking again and her head moved back and forth, gulping air. 

“Jenni?” Mr. Johnson said. “Are you alright?” He asked.

Jenni let out a groan and closed her eyes. Slowly she nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Can I… can I have a drink?”

Victor was running before even being asked and he came back with a water bottle. And a funnel. 

“What the hell?” Kendrick demanded.

But Mr. Johnson let out a laugh. He put the funnel in Jenni’s mouth and poured just a touch of the water in. She gulped, swallowed and then drank a bit more. It took several minutes, but she drank over half the bottle and then finally nodded, looking up at Mr. Johnson. 

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He smiled and shook his head. “For what?”

“For cumming again.” 

Everyone except Ashley grinned. She frowned, still holding the Sawzall as if she intended to put it right back into Jenni.

“Well, you’re definitely going to be punished for that orgasm, but…” Mr. Johnson began, but Jenni shook her head. 

“Yes sir. But also for the second one.”

And Mr. Johnson blinked. Kendrick looked stunned. Victor’s eyebrow went up. Brady had a confused expression on his face. Only Ashley grinned wickedly. 

“You… you had an orgasm? A second one?” Mr. Johnson repeated, just a little surprised.

Jenni nodded, still stretched out. “Yes sir,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I tried not to.”

Ashley smirked.

Mr. Johnson digested that information for a moment. “I see,” he said. “Well, we will have to address that, along with everything else.”

Ashley stepped back up between Jenni’s legs. “Can I put this back in?” She asked, placing the tip of the dildo against Jenni’s dripping sex. Jenni stiffened, gasping, eyes widening in alarm, but Mr. Johnson shook his head and held up a hand.

“While I appreciate your enthusiasm, Ashley, we have to keep in mind that the human nervous system can be a delicate organ in and of itself. We have just overloaded Jenni in a way that most people have never experienced.” He paused. “Please put the Dildo gun away and retrieve a one inch brush. Soft bristle, from the painting cabinet. Get a new one, please.”

Ashley, frowning with irritation, marched off.

“And don’t forget to put that battery back on the charger!” Mr. Johnson called. 

“Why?” Ashley called out in an angry tone. “She barely used any of the charge!” Then she disappeared into the back of the shop.

Mr. Johnson shook his head. “That girl.”

“Um… Mr. Johnson?”

“Yes Kendrick?”

“Did we do it?” Kendrick tapped the tickling boots.

Johnson smiled. “As a matter of fact, you did. Fifteen minutes and four seconds. Congratulations. And I think that we have successfully tested them under some extreme conditions.”

Kendrick grinned. “Fantastic.” He looked down at Jenni. “Thank you so much!” 

Jenni let out another whimper in acknowledgement and Kendrick put his hand on the boot, obviously about to lift the clasp that held the top and bottoms together, freeing Jenni’s ankle. She had to be uncomfortable, stretched out into the splits like that!

“Stop,” Mr. Johnson said quickly.

“Sir?” 

Mr. Johnson shook his head. “Jenni will remain in the tickling boots. You have proven their effectiveness as a restraint and unfortunately for Jenni, we must now move to the disciplinary portion of this morning’s activities.”

Kendrick blinked. “Uh… oh. I mean, okay.” He glanced down at Jenni, who had closed her eyes, and he squirmed a little. 

Mr. Johnson looked up at the hanger with the clips and took it down, setting it aside. “Jenni, I will begin your punishment utilizing Ms. Temis’ preferred order. As I mentioned, your blouse was not school regulation. For that infraction, I will be subjecting your breasts to corporal punishment.” He reached over to the punishment satchel and pulled out a small leather paddle. 

“Uh… Mr. Johnson?” Brady said quickly. “What do we do?”

Mr. Johnson considered that for a moment. “Oil the bottoms of her feet.”

On the table, Jenni stiffened, looking alarmed. 

“Her feet?” 

Johnson nodded. “Yes,” he replied, then looked down at Kendrick. “You too sir.”

Kendrick nodded. Then Ashley stormed back up to the table, a paint brush in her hand. She held it up. “Now what?”

Mr. Johnson nodded at the Asian girl. “Ashley, using a bit more oil, I would like you to brush Jenni’s clitoris and labia, continuing the sensitization you began earlier.”

Jenni lifted her head, eyes wide, and looked down her own body at Ashley, who suddenly seemed a bit more agreeable. “That might make her cum,” Ashley warned. 

The shop teacher nodded. “And as before, any orgasms she has when being punished are unauthorized and subject to additional punishment.”

And suddenly Ashley grinned, except it wasn’t a nice grin. She glanced down at Jenni. “Oh girl, when I’m done with you, your clit is going to be so sensitive that a blown kiss will make you cum.”

Jenni gulped and closed her eyes. 

“Please begin,” Mr. Johnson said. 

Kendrick grabbed the small bottle of oil that Ashley had used on Jenni before and poured a liberal amount out onto his hand. With a quick motion he smeared it down her foot, from her toes to the heel, making the soft sole glisten. Ashley grabbed the bottle then, poured a fresh bit onto Jenni’s sex, and then tossed the bottle over to Victor. He opened it, applied the oil, and then closed it up. Ashley didn’t wait. She brought the brush down on Jenni’s clit and with the same lightning focus of early, began stroking the swollen, sensitive nub delicately and slowly. 

Jenni gasped and her loins thrust up. 

Kendrick smiled, but then brought his hand up to Jenni’s foot. Slowly he began to rub and the groan from Jenni made it clear that while the fast flutter of fingers against her skin was maddening to the point of insanity, the gentle caress was a pure pleasure. 

Mr. Johnson reached down with his left hand, grabbed hold of Jenni’s left breast, and squeezed, massaging it until the tip was raised. He brought the leather sap down, but gently, caressing the pink tip, teasing it until Jenni not only whimpered, but the point tightened, the areola scrunching up. Meanwhile Victor and Brady were doing something similar to Jenni’s left foot that Kendrick was doing to the right. Two sets of hands rubbed and stroked, and Victor was even working the oil into the spaces between her toes. Both boys however were staring at Jenni’s breasts and the expectation on their faces was apparent.

“You will receive twenty strokes to each side,” Mr. Johnson stated as he lifted the small paddle and then with sharp, hard, fast blows, began spanking Jenni’s breast. 

She cried out, back arching, but his fingers held onto her tit perfectly, the paddle slapping down. Her teeth locked together, the unctuous cry becoming a muted squeal as pain rippled through her bosom. He didn’t give her a chance to calm down, or recover, spanking over and over in a flurry of blows and Kendrick could literally see her skin turning from cream and berries into strawberry slurry. The entire nipple darkened, as did the flesh around the areola, and when Mr. Johnson finally got to twenty, letting go, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Jenni’s breast had been subjected to intense punishment. It was flushed red, the skin mottled. 

Jenni let out a choked sob, blinking back tears, which only increased as Mr. Johnson grabbed her right breast and began plumping it. He was so focused that he didn’t notice Ashley slipping two fingers into Jenni’s pussy, curling them and pumping them, even as she continued to brush Jenni’s clit. 

Then the spanking continued. The leather sap fell on Jenni’s right breast, the bunched boob flattening under the blows. Jenni squealed, her body rippling with the pain as Mr. Johnson inflicted the punishment. The crackling snaps of the leather slapping hard against her flesh, the mewling cries of agony, and the creaking of the board beneath her ass made it clear that Jenni was being subjected to intense discomfort. Victor and Brady continued to caress her toes while Ashley pushed another two fingers into Jenni’s pussy. Kendrick swallowed hard, his hand still rubbing her right foot, watching as Mr. Johnson turned Jenni’s other tit a similar shade of rose as the first. 

When the shop teacher finally let go, Jenni’s breast flopped sideways, and she sobbed, turning her head as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her bosom looked like two apples sitting in a bed of cream and Kendrick winced, imagining how much it had hurt. But then Jenni let out a groan and the sound was quite different. Kendrick glanced down at Ashley, noticing that the Asian girl wasn’t just stroking Jenni’s clit. She was pressing the ends of the bristles against it, then stroking, then teasing the little nub again. 

Oh. And she had her entire hand back inside Jenni’s pussy. 

Mr. Johnson set the paddle down but didn’t put it away. He reached down, lightly touched Jenni’s breasts, and even pinched each nipple, testing the elasticity and tenderness. Jenni winced, but otherwise didn’t react, which Kendrick figured was because of the pleasure coming up from her pussy. Ashley was clearly aiming for orgasm number three.

“Victor, come here,” said Mr. Johnson.

Victor hurried over, standing just off to the side of Mr. Johnson. 

“Get some oil and begin oiling Jenni’s breasts.”

Victor blinked and his jaw dropped. “Really?” He asked in excitement. Mr. Johnson smiled. 

“Yes. Really.” 

Kendrick frowned, a surge of jealousy ripping through him. How come Victor got to touch Jenni’s boobs? For that matter, why was Ashley getting all the fun teasing Jenni’s pussy? His hand moved a little faster and Jenni gasped, twitching differently. 

Victor grabbed the bottle of oil and quickly poured a generous amount onto Jenni’s chest. Then he set it aside and laid both hands on her breasts, grabbing them and then kneading with both hands. Jenni let out a soft groan, but then she closed her eyes, pleasure obviously surging through her as the combination of foot rubs, her clit being brushed, her pussy fingers, and her breasts massaged, all combined to leave her moaning. 

Mr. Johnson went to the punishment satchel and pulled out two items, a series of wires connecting them. The first was a plastic and metal probe, five inches long. The second was a device with buttons and controls, the size of a television remote. He made sure the wires were attached to each, then rounded the table down to where Ashley’s hand was buried in Jenni’s pussy, the brush quickly painting Jenni’s clit with rapid strokes.

“Ashley, why is your hand inside Jenni?” Mr. Johnson asked curiously.

The Asian girl looked up. “You said to push her into another orgasm,” she replied, as if that explained it.

Mr. Johnson sighed. “Well, I need access to her ass for a moment. You can play with your sock puppet again when I’m done inserting this.” He held up the probe. 

Ashley nodded, drew her entire fist out of Jenni’s pussy, and stepped back. She shook her gloved hand and droplets of oil and girl goo fell to the floor. 

Mr. Johnson set the control device down next to Jenni’s thigh, the wires running over her leg. He took the probe and slid it through Jenni’s pussy, actually plunging it into her body. She gasped, then groaned, thrusting upward, her face a mask of pleasure. Mr. Johnson allowed three or four thrusts, then pulled the short phallus free.

“Due to your position, I’m not able to spank your bottom, which is the general punishment for wearing a skirt that is too short. Which yours most definitely is. Instead, I am inserting an anal probe that will send short, but very uncomfortable electrical pulses into your bottom, causing you to clench. Normally you would receive twenty strokes to your buttocks. This translates to twenty minutes on the Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulator.” 

Jenni lifted her head, looking through Victor’s hands as he continued to rub, massage, and knead her breasts. Victor’s fingers frequently slipped across her nipples, sending little shivers of delight through Jenni’s bosom, which went straight down to her pussy. She closed her eyes and nodded, then let her head drop back down as Johnson repositioned the tip of the probe and began pushing. Jenni let out gasp, arching her back for a second, a mixed look on her face. She whimpered and groaned as he worked the thick probe into her ass, giving a little push and pull action to work past her instinctive reaction to tighten. The oil however, that had been spread over the probe during its insertion into her pussy, not to mention the excess amounts that had leaked down to her ass while Ashley had been powerfucking her, made it insanely easy to get the thick, uncomfortable rod into Jenni’s but and it settled perfectly, her bottom tightening around the inset at the base, locking it into place.

Jenni quivered as Mr. Johnson stepped to the side and looked at Ashley. “You can restart your sensitization process.” 

Ashley grinned, the face shield glinting over her smile. She stepped forward and without a word, slid four fingers back into Jenni’s sex. Jenni groaned and gasped, her hips rocking at the penetration. Ashley thrust in and out a few times, then added her thumb. Her entire hand sank into Jenni up to the wrist. 

Mr. Johnson picked up the TENS Unit control pad and activated it. There were a number of options to choose from and he considered all of them. His particular device was meant for home use, so he had the option of either beat or knead. Beat would send short bursts of energy into the phallic probe, while knead would send a variegated surge of changing intensity. There were pros and cons to each, but he pressed the “knead” button, knowing that a twenty minute session would undoubtedly be pure torment for the girl. 

The next selection he had to make was intensity. The transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulator used levels, controlling how much power was shunted into the receiver. Johnson knew that of the ten levels the device was capable of transmitting, most girls couldn’t handle anything over level six. That included Jenni, though he’d heard she’d been subjected to level ten for short periods of time in several delicate areas. Still, she would be enduring this for twenty minutes, so he opted for something midway, setting the device to level five. 

The effect was instantaneous, though all he had to go on was Jenni’s reaction. She sucked in a hard breath, eyes widening in alarm, even as her back arched and her hips thrust upward. This caused Ashley a moment's trouble, but the Asian girl quickly adjusted and continued the maddening torment of Jenni’s clit and pussy. Even as the bristle brush continued caressing Jenni’s clitoris, the TENS unit sent ripples of constant energy, starting at a much lower intensity than five and then spiraling up until Jenni’s ass had clenched tight, her muscles forced to contract as the energy rippled through her bottom. Then the power lessened, but not all the way, giving the girl a chance to relax. 

Only to start the cycle all over again. 

Jenni mewled, her eyes closing as she grimaced.

Mr. Johnson moved back around the table, leaving the TENS unit near Jenni’s leg, Ashley concentrating on Jenni’s sex, Kendrick rubbing her right foot, Brady the left, and Victor leaning over Jenni’s head, his hands squeezing, rubbing, and teasing Jenni’s breasts. Which meant that it was time to address the next violation. Mr. Johnson moved back to his punishment satchel and opened it. 

“Jenni, per Ms. Temis’ protocol, we will address your tardiness.” He pulled out not one, but two metal tools from the bag.

“I will give you a choice. I can inflict twenty strokes of a thin cane to the bottoms of each foot. I can assure you that this will be excruciating, but it will be fast. Or, as an alternative to the typical punishment, you can opt for Kendrick and Brady to utilize these two Wartenberg Multi Head Pinwheels, again on the bottoms of your feet.” He held up the two pinwheels. Both of them had cylinders mounted at the top. Spaced out evenly along the heads were tiny spikes, obviously sharp. Jenni glanced at Mr. Johnson, her eyes widening a bit as she gulped. She licked her lips and writhed, obviously struggling to cope with the varying sensations streams and the shop teacher wondered what was affecting her the most. The soft, almost tickling fingers against the soles of her feet? Victor’s hands kneading her breasts? Ashley’s hand wriggling in Jenni’s pussy? The soft brush of the bristles over her clit? Or the powerful forced tightening of her ass muscles as the TENS unit pumped electricity into her rear?

Jenni gulped. “The pinwheels please.”

Johnson smiled. If it had been up to him, he would have selected the pinwheels as well. He handed one over to Kendrick, who took it eagerly. Then Johnson crossed over to Brady and handed him a pinwheel as well.

“Gentlemen,” Mr. Johnson said. “Apply even, continuous pressure. Do not dig the pins in. I will be most displeased if you break skin. However, it does take considerable force to do this. Please be mindful. Do not forget her toes.”

Kendrick nodded and lifted the metal tool. It looked like a medieval torture device and he placed the head on his open palm. Instantly he felt the pins pricking him, an uncomfortable sensation. He pushed, testing the force, and was shocked at how even a little bit of pressure caused instantaneous discomfort. Even pain! He gulped, then took a deep breath, setting the large head of the pinwheel against the ball of Jenni’s foot. Slowly he rolled it downward, pressing only lightly, and was rewarded with an instantaneous cry from the girl.

Except… it wasn’t a cry of pain. Her leg jumped and she squealed, eyes flashing wide open. A spasm rippled in her thigh and then she shook her head.

“No! No! I can’t! Not again!” She gasped. But then Brady also ran his pinwheel across her other foot and Jenni gasped, bursting into a manic fit of laughter. It startled him so much that he stopped, looking up in shock. Across from him, Brady also froze. Victor, who was still busy massaging and squeezing Jenni’s boobs, his fingers teasing the tender tips, stopped, unsure of what to do. Only Ashley, one hand pumping in and out of Jenni’s pussy, the other jamming the prickling ends of the bristles against Jenni’s clit, kept going.  

Mr. Johnson’s eyes widened. He glanced down at Jenni, then at Kendrick. A smile spread across his face. “Kendrick. Brady. It appears your tickling boots will get a second opportunity to be utilized for their intended purpose.”

And Kendrick grinned. Brady nodded intently. 

Kendrick caught Brady’s eye and they exchanged almost simultaneous nods. Then they rolled their pinwheels.

Instantly Jenni’s neck and back arched and she clenched her teeth, eyes closed. As Mr. Johnson went back to the punishment satchel, all Jenni could do was shudder, the sensations coming from the bottoms of her feet so overwhelming, that even Victor’s teasing of her still sore nipples and Ashley’s vicious attempts to force a second orgasm from her pussy, did nothing to mitigate the feeling of the pinwheels. The worst thing was that Jenni couldn’t even quantify, in her brain, what she was feeling! Did it hurt? Yes? No? Sort of? Did it tickle? Yes? No? Sort of? The two sensations, pain and tickling seemed to morph into each other, slipping first one way and then the other. Her head began to toss back and forth. She wanted to kick. To curl her toes. To roll her ankles. To do anything to escape the incredibly intense prickling of the bottoms of her feet. 

“Victor,” Mr. Johnson said softly, holding out a point vibrator. It was a narrow device, with a small ball protruding from the tip. “Focus on her left nipple,” the shop teacher instructed, handing over the tool. “Full power.” Victor, both hands still soaked in oil, took it, almost dropping the sex toy right onto Jenni’s shoulder. Mr. Johnson frowned at the boy, who looked apologetic, but managed to turn it on and press the vibrator to the taut and raised tip. 

“Ashley,” Mr. Johnson said next, looking at the girl. She was still hunched over Jenni’s thrusting, rocking loins, one hand rapidly going in and out of Jenni’s gaping hole, while the other wielded the paint brush, not so much lightly grazing and teasing Jenni’s clit, but poking the now swollen and sensitive nub with the bristles straight on. There was girl goo splattered on Ashley’s face shield and the expression of focus on her face made it clear she hadn’t heard the shop teacher. 

“Ashley!” Johnson barked. 

That made the girl look up in surprise. “Sir?” She said, hand frozen in Jenni’s body. 

“Where’s the massager?” Johnson demanded.

Ashley blinked and looked around, then spotted the toy at the end of the table, near the left tickle boot. She dropped the paintbrush and reached, looking excited. Before Mr. Johnson could say anything, she flipped it on full power and jammed it against Jenni’s clit.

The effect was instantaneous and Jenni lost control. It wasn’t an orgasm, not yet, but no one had any doubt that the waves of movement being surged into Jenni’s sex was going to push her over in short order. Her back arched, her breasts thrust upward, but most importantly, she lost what little control she had and a curling peal of hysterical laughter exploded from Jenni’s throat. 

“No! No! No! No! Stop! Stop! STOP!” She screamed, eyes shut, tears streaming from the corners. Her pleas were so intense that Kendrick actually hesitated, lifting the pinwheel away from her heel, where he’d just been about to roll it back up her instep. 

“Do not stop,” Mr. Johnson ordered his students firmly. “This is punishment. It’s not optional. Continue.” 

Kendrick bit his lip, but then did as ordered.

Jenni thrashed on the table. It wasn’t much movement, but between her squealing shrieks and the way her torso flopped, Victor was having trouble keeping the vibe on her left nipple. Between Jenni’s legs, Ashley was grinding the now humming massager against Jenni’s clit, as if adding pressure to the circular movements would get her to climax faster. Suddenly Jenni’s throat locked up, indicating she had once again reached gargalesis, her body slipping into the over-sensitized state where the cacophony of stimulation had overloaded her nervous system, triggering her fight or flight response. Except she could do neither.

Mr. Johnson pulled a leather strop from the punishment satchel and hurried around to where Ashley was tormenting the bound girl’s cunt. He tapped Ashley on the shoulder and she looked up, only to frown in disappointment.

“I didn’t make her cum yet!” She objected, hand still in Jenni, fingers opening and closing, the massager mashed against Jenni’s clit. 

Mr. Johnson smiled. “I appreciate your dedication. But she needs her thighs, then pussy whipped. You will apply the massager to her right breast.” 

Ashely snarled something under her breath and yanked her hand out of Jenni. More fluids splattered her face shield and she took a step back, finally removing the massager from Jenni’s pussy. Ashley snapped off the gloves and as she rounded the table, tossed the face shield away. As she moved next to Victor she grabbed hold of Jenni’s right tit, her fingers slipping in the oil, squeezed it tight, and then applied the massager to the sensitive tip. 

To Jenni, the cessation of stimulation to her pussy was only a brief respite, especially when her other nipple was added to the mix of pinpricks on the bottoms of her feet and the electricity making her ass clench and throb. It was still too much for her brain to cope with and anything remotely similar to higher brain functions shut down. She couldn’t even scream. Everything hurt. Everything felt like ecstasy. Her body rippled with energy as adrenaline flooded her system. Her nipples tingled and burned. Her ass kept clenching, a sharp ache as if she were being brutally fucked up the ass pulsing inside her. The pinpricks rolling up and down each foot, along her arches, up and around her toes, even between them was agonizing and incredible! Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she coughed. 

And Mr. Johnson lifted the leather strop. 

It was a simple tool, made of a length of highly flexible, soft leather cut two feet long and just two inches wide. Attached to a wooden handle, it was a highly malleable tool, able to inflict both vicious pain and soft, teasing warmth. Mr. Johnson elected to strike her somewhere in between, just above the knee, targeting Jenni’s thigh. The leather strop slashed down, making a sharp cracking noise as the flat of the leather struck her leg and she jerked in response. He didn’t wait though. He swung again, moving the target a few inches upward. Again the strop landed on Jenni’s right thigh and this time the pain managed to cut through the overload and her eyes snapped open again, focusing. She lifted her head, shaking it violently, looking straight at him. 

Except Mr. Johnson was already swinging the strop a bit higher, working his way up her leg. By the time the third blow landed, an impressive red stripe had appeared on Jenni’s leg by her knee. She let out a fresh scream as he hit again, now mid-way up her thigh. Johnson knew he was approaching the more sensitive portion of her anatomy so he lighted the force of the next swing. The leather bit into her inner thigh this time, closer to her pussy than knee and Jenni clenched her teeth crooning mindlessly as the pain, pleasure, and intensity shot through her. Her hips rolled, her pussy thrusting upward mindlessly and Johnson's next stroke landed even closer to her groin. 

He left ten blows to her right leg, the last one right on the very edge of her sex, so close that he was absolutely certain he had clipped her labia. He glanced at the girl. She was still apoplectic, barely able to make noise, her vibrated chest heaving despite the two vibrators being held against her nipples. Johnson gave her pussy two light swats, more for the satisfaction of watching her loins twitch, than punishment. Then he moved the strop halfway down her left leg and swung hard.

It was a repeat of what he had done before, right above her knee, then an inch or two higher. He worked his way back toward Jenni’s pussy, leaving a row of incredible red striping along her white, creamy thigh. He kept up the pressure too and Jenni’s response to the pain was a shuddering whimper, even when he again caught the edge of her sex with the last blow. Finally he stood before Jenni’s dripping cunt, the gaping hole wide from being used as a puppet, her clit swollen and raised. 

“And now the punishment for not wearing panties,” Mr. Johnson said.

At the end of each leg, Kendrick and Brady continued rolling the pinwheels. They could feel the tension in Jenni’s feet, the muscles locked and spasming as she lay helpless to prevent their torment. At Jenni’s shoulders, Victor and Ashley leaned over her body, their hands on her chest, holding the vibrators to her nipples, rubbing the oscillating tips in tight circles. Ashley used her fingers to add hard pinches, managing even with the oil, to apply vicious pressure. Victor noticed and began emulating the Asian girl next to him. And beneath Jenni’s pussy the TENS Unit sent rolling surges of power into the bound girl’s ass. 

Mr. Johnson raised the strop high and brought it down on Jenni’s pussy. 

He went slower than he had when punishing her thighs, striking her hard, then giving her several seconds to process the sensation before lifting the strop again. But the reality was that there was no processing. Jenni was far beyond that capacity. Her poor little brain had been rendered to the most basic of functions. Sensory overload had shut her down to the point where the only thing she felt was intensity. Even as Mr. Johnson whipped her sex, she was no longer capable of telling where she was being punished, or hurt, or pleasured. It all blurred. It felt like her feet were on fire, her nipples were being iced, her ass continued to clench from the kneading torture of the TENS unit, and her pussy… oh God. Her pussy.

Slow and steady the strop fell, turning her already pink slit into a sopping wet mess of reddened flesh. Her labia seemed to swell, her clit enlarged and turgid. And still the shop teacher continued to beat her, focused on delivering the promised punishment. Blow after blow landed, and as he approached the final, twentieth blow, he wondered if she would cum. He raised the strop over his head and brought it down in the hardest swing he could. The leather seemed to explode over Jenni’s cunt, and for a second, he thought she’d done it.

No orgasm. Jenni continued to writhe, twisting, thrusting, arching her back, crooning in mindless sounds. Johnson frowned. He had thought… from everything Agnus Temis had said, that Jenni would undoubtedly lose control during the whipping. He blinked, trying to figure out what he did wrong. He reached out, pressing his fingers to her engorged clitoris. It was wet and his fingers slipped across it, the pressure soft and light and sweet.

And that’s when Jenni lost it. 

A spray of orgasmic fluid erupted from her slit, startling Johnson as it shot out of her body. Her back arched and stayed that way for several seconds as a fresh scream erupted from her throat. Ashley’s eyes widened and a manic grin shot across her face and she tossed the vibrator away, only to grab hold of Jenni’s nipple and twist viciously. Victor blinked, still holding the point vibrator against its intended target. And at the ends of each foot, Brady and Kendrick watched in astonishment, their pinwheels rolling up and down energetically as Jenni bucked, thrust, and orgasmed. 

Then she passed out.

“Everyone stop!” Mr. Johnson called out. He quickly turned off the TENS Unit and then hurried around the table, only to find Ashley in his way, still twisting Jenni’s tit. He frowned as he pushed Ashley back, forcing her to let Jenni’s nipple go. She glared, but complied, then stomped off to wash her hands. Johnson bent down over Jenni’s head, tilting it back to make sure her airway was clear. He was about to check her pulse when she coughed, then sucked in a hard breath, and her head rolled to the side. A line of drool fell from her lips. 

“Jenni?” 

She let out a pained whimper and Mr. Johnson looked at Kendrick. “You may start untying her toes,” he told the boy. 

Kendrick nodded and began loosening the turnkeys. On the other side, Brady followed suit. The tension in her arches and along the balls of her feet ebbed and the softness that Kendrick was familiar with seemed to return. Mr. Johnson continued to bend over Jenni’s face, talking softly to her and Kendrick heard a murmured response. Finally her toes were free and he looked over Jenni and gasped.

Despite the oil coating her skin, there was no doubt that Jenni had suffered a rather brutal and extreme punishment. Both of her breasts had been spanked red, with blotches of color that probably meant blood blisters were forming. She was going to have bruises across both sides of her chest. Her nipples were huge as well, swollen and taut. The bottoms of Jenni’s feet were red and tender. Her inner thighs were a mess of red stripes and she looked like some sort of weird zebra or tiger, at least on her legs. But worst of all was the state of her sex. Her petals and clit were bloated and puffed and Kendrick could see the marks where Mr. Johnson’s strop had pounded on her. He couldn’t imagine what it felt like. 

“Release her feet,” Mr. Johnson ordered. 

Kendrick unclipped the top portion of the tickling boot and the wooden block parted. Jenni didn’t move, so Kendrick grabbed her leg and swung it downward. She groaned as if in pain, wincing. Brady did the same and helped bring her legs together. 

“Kendrick, can you pull the TENS unit probe out of her ass?” Mr. Johnson asked.

Kendrick's eyes widened, but he smiled and lifted her leg, spotting the wires that disappeared into Jenni’s stuffed butthole. He grabbed hold of the base of the probe and pulled, eliciting another groan from the punished girl. He set it aside next to the controller and looked up at Mr. Johnson.

The shop teacher glanced at the wall clock. “First period starts in about thirty minutes,” he said as Ashley stepped back up, her hands clean of both oil and cum. 

“So now we punish her for cumming?” She asked with excitement.

The boys, not to mention the instructor, all looked at Ashley with incredulity. 

The Asian girl looked confused. “What? There's thirty minutes left before she has to be at In School Suspension.”

Beneath Mr. Johnson, Jenni shuddered, her eyes closed. 

Victor gulped and set down the point vibe, turned off, and walked away toward the shop sink. Brady bit his lip and took his pinwheel over to the punishment satchel and put it away. He turned and walked off. Ashley’s eyes went to the other pinwheel, which Kendrick had left near the tickling boot, but he jumped, grabbing hold of it. Ashley’s visage darkened. 

“Ashely,” Mr. Johnson said firmly. “While I appreciate your enthusiasm, I’m afraid that Jenni’s punishment for cumming will need to wait. We’ve somewhat overloaded her and she’ll need the next twenty-five minutes to recover.” He looked at Kendrick. “You will stay with her and ensure that she is not touched and is allowed to rest. When the clock gets to eight-twenty, untie her hands and take her to In School Suspension.”

Kendrick nodded. “Yes sir.”

Mr. Johnson gave Ashley a stern look. “And you can come with me, young lady. We need to have a little talk.”

Kendrick moved around toward Jenni’s head. Her uniform was a mess, the open shirt had slipped beneath her and was soaked in oil. Her skirt was a ripple of blue around her waist, similarly drenched. Her chest rose and fell delightedly and Jenni’s eyes were closed. 

“Jenni?” Kendrick said softly.

“Mmmmm?” She hummed. 

“Are you okay?” 

She swallowed. “I will be,” she whispered. “Water? Please?”

Kendrick nodded and quickly retrieved a cup from the nearby dispenser and filled it. He brought it back to her, lifting the back of her head and letting her sip. Slowly she drank the entire thing, spilling only a tiny little bit. 

“Thank you,” she said in relief, groaning as she lowered her head back down. “Did your… did your tickling… things… work?” She asked.

Kendrick blinked. “Did they work?” Her eyes opened and she gave him a very direct look. He grinned. “Oh yes, they absolutely did work. Couldn’t you tell?”

Jenni shrugged, then groaned, then let out a rueful laugh. “It felt… weird. I couldn’t move my feet at all. I wanted to curl my toes and roll my ankles, but I couldn’t. Even a little. And when you tickled me, all the energy seemed to flow upward, toward my chest.”

Kendrick grinned. “Well, that was the idea.” He patted her shoulder and then frowned. “I’m sorry you got punished,” he said.

Her eyes found his and Kendrick’s eyes widened at the smoldering expression and wry little smile. “Are you really?” She asked softly, teasingly.

Kendrick blinked. “Really what?” 

“Sorry.”

The boy bit his lip. He had mixed feelings. It was incredible watching her as she exploded, and he loved tickling her, his fingers against the bottoms of her feet. He even thought that Ashley’s fisting and teasing of Jenni’s clit had been wonderful. And the way her breasts had glistened with the oil? But he wasn’t sure how he felt about Mr. Johnson’s paddle, or the strop. He glanced at the stripes on Jenni’s thighs. Her legs were closed and though he couldn’t see her petals, her clit was still visible, red and tumescent, as if begging for more attention. 

“I don’t know,” Kendrick admitted. 

Jenni nodded and closed her eyes again. “Don’t be.”

“Don’t be… confused?” Kendrick asked curiously.

“Sorry,” she said. 

Kendrick sighed and glanced at the clock. “It’s almost time. Can I untie your hands now?” 

She nodded and he began loosening the knots on the paracord. Jenni groaned as her arm was freed for the first time in over an hour and a half and she stretched with a groan. Kendrick released her other hand and then helped her sit up. Her school blouse was a total loss, but she shrugged back into it, bringing the sodden, oil soaked front over her punished breasts. Instantly the shirt turned transparent, the slick skin of her bosom sticking to the inundated material and Kendrick gulped with amazement as the flushed red color and her nipples were perfectly visible. 

Jenni looked down at herself and then sighed. “That’s going to be a problem,” she muttered. She looked at Kendrick and held out her hand. He took it and helped her off the table. She landed unsteadily and almost fell, but he grabbed hold of her arm. 

“Um… do you want your shoes and socks on?” He asked.

Jenni looked up, wincing. “Would my feet hurt less if I was wearing them?” She asked with a grimace. Then she shook her head. “If you’ll just shove them in my bag and bring it?”

Kendrick got her shoes and socks and put them in her backpack. Then he slung it over his shoulder.

“We’re going to have to hurry to get you to In School Suspension on time,” he said with a worried glance at the clock.

Jenni nodded, wrapped her arms across her chest, and began limping toward the door. Kendrick followed.

Within thirty seconds the young man knew they weren’t going to make it. Jenni’s steps were halting, hesitant, and clearly uncomfortable. Added to the fact was her oil soaked torso. Some of the excess had begun sliding down her now upright frame, onto her legs. Her shirt was so soaked it was like she had entered a wet tee shirt contest and won. Her skirt didn’t swish. It stuck to her flanks, showing off the amazing curve of her butt.

And suddenly Kendrick was rock hard. His cock felt solid and it throbbed. He gulped, looking at her intensely.

She felt it. She slowed, turned, and looked at him. Their eyes met and the corners of her mouth curled. She reached out, took his hand, and pulled. He followed obediently as the school bell rang and she took him into the boy’s restroom. 

It was empty and in the handicap stall she sank to her knees with a soft groan, her fingers already opening Kendrick’s trousers. He looked down at her, eyes wide, mouth open and then she engulfed his prick, sucking softly at first, but then bobbing her head, working him deep. Kendrick groaned, only then realizing that his arousal was cumulative, a response to seeing her tormented and punished, and when he closed his eyes, he saw her cumming in the shop, legs outstretched, screaming in ecstasy, her feet bound and locked in the tickling boots. 

His orgasm was a surprise to both of them, but Jenni swallowed eagerly, sucking down the cream ejected into her throat. She didn’t stop rubbing and sucking on him until he went soft, leaning against the stall partition with a groan. She smiled up at him.

“You popped too quickly,” she accused.

Kendrick blinked, then laughed. “Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?”

Jenni laughed. “My hair is a mess and is streaked with oil. My breasts are all red and blotchy, and my legs look like I’m some sort of red tiger. You think that’s sexy?”

Kendrick smiled. “And you’re barefoot.” 

Her eyebrow went up. “Oh. Right,” she said. She climbed to her feet. “You should head back to class. I don’t want you getting in trouble.”

Kendrick frowned. “Are you sure?” 

She nodded and picked up her backpack, but she didn’t sling it over a shoulder. “I’m sure. ISS is just around the corner. I’ll be okay.”

Kendrick finished zipping up his fly and nodded. “Okay.” Then he paused. “Jenni?” He blushed. “I… um… I…”

And she smiled, reaching out and squeezing his arm. “Yes,” she said simply.

“Yes?” 

She nodded. “Yes, you can put me in the boots again.”

His mouth dropped. “I can?”

She grinned. 

“Wait. I can?”

She opened the stall door. “Yes. Next week. Wednesday morning. I’ll come early. I’ll try. I’ll probably be a few minutes late.” She headed toward the hall door and Kendrick hurried after her.

“But… no! Don’t be late!” He exclaimed, slightly panicked. “If you’re late, you’ll get punished! Again!”

She stopped, looked up at him, and grinned. “So you’re saying I should also wear a bra and panties?” She asked.

Kendrick blinked. Smoldering heat simmered in her eyes and Kendrick gulped. He shook his head.

“No,” he whispered.

Her smile was like sunshine. “Then next Wednesday should be interesting.” She went up on tiptoe and kissed him. Right on the mouth. “Make sure Victor and Brady are there too.” Then she paused. “And Ashley. Definitely Ashley.” Then she turned and walked away, toward In School Suspension. 

And Kendrick shook his head in amazement. 

Jenni stepped up to the locked door and pressed the call button. ISS was not the kind of place you just walked into. A moment later the door opened and Ms. Temis stood there. Already Jenni could hear the sounds of a machine from the room, a squelching wet noise, and the soft mewling cries of a girl in sexual distress.

“Good lord!” Temis declared. “What happened to your uniform?” She demanded.

Jenni stood there, arms down by her sides, her oil soaked shirt still clinging to her breasts.

“That’s one punishment earned for wearing that abomination!” Declared Ms. Temis. “And another for not having a bra! And your skirt! It’s too short and clinging to your ass! That’s another punishment. Are you wearing panties?” 

The little schoolgirl standing in front of the teacher shook her head and with her fingertips, drew up the front of her skirt, showing Ms. Temis her freshly paddled pussy. “No ma’am. No panties.”

“Another set of strokes! And no shoes or socks either?” Ms. Temis frowned. “And you are also late!” 

Jenni nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

Ms. Temis crossed her arms. “Well, for not wearing a bra, I’ll be whipping your tits. Twenty lashes. And then, for that abomination of a shirt, I’ll be giving your bottom a hard spanking! After that, I’ll be delivering twenty strokes of a cane to the soles of your feet, as punishment for your tardiness, and then… then your thighs will get…” her voice trailed off as she saw the stripes. “Well… something!”

Jenni grinned. “And what about not wearing panties?” She asked.

Ms. Temis stepped aside and gestured for Jenni to enter In School Suspension. “Oh, don’t you worry, Missy. Have no doubt that I plan on giving your naughty little cunt a thorough and agonizing workout. I think getting machine fucked the entire day, with one of the larger dildoes, all while I’m punishing the other parts of you, will be a good start!” 

Jenni walked into In School Suspension… 

… and smiled.