Sarah Porter's Schooldays

Chapter 12. In which Sarah learns elementary pussy

“Enter,” rang Miss Rice’s sultry voice.

The two neat rows of girls entered the classroom. Sarah felt the familiar fluttering in her belly as she caught sight of the biology teacher. Every move the woman made seemed to entrance the schoolgirl, even the gentle swish of her long flowing skirt seemed to have a sensual flair for impressionable schoolgirl. As she stood next to her stool however, she noted that the gynaecological chair was still in position straddling the platform. Next to it was a small stool on wheels and a little trolley that looked very similar to the one Nurse Sharp had used during Sarah’s physical.

“Sit. Now this lesson is your second of biology, our morning and afternoon sessions will be structured very differently. The morning sessions will focus on hygiene and body care and the afternoon classes will focus more on anatomy and usage. Today we have done things a little differently, but first days are always the exception,” said Miss Rice smiling at the class of girls, anxiously waiting to hear what new humiliations this class would bring.

“Now this lesson we will focus on that part of a slut’s body that is so key to your very nature: the pussy. I reviewed each slut’s file and used this morning’s waxing to choose my model and as luck would have it we not only have a slut with an extremely attractive pussy but she is also the only slut with an intact hymen. Porter, undress and pop up here.”

Sarah’s heart sank when she heard the word ‘hymen’. Once again she was going to be used as the demonstration piece for the class. So she had an attractive pussy, it was an upside to the situation she guessed but it obviously meant that she would attract more than her fair share of attention in class as well.

The young girl resignedly stood up and unclipped her tie, she looked to Miss Rice for instruction on where to put her discarded clothes and was rewarded with a small nod to the teachers sumptuous velvet chaise lounge. Sarah approached the chair and continued to undress before her class. She was sure to make her movements as attractive and graceful as she could, without taking too much time. She tried to emulate the way Miss Rice moved but she wasn’t sure she was really getting it right.

In a matter of moments Sarah stood before the class, naked but for her shoes and socks which she seemed to be the standard uniform for a ‘naked’ girl in class. Her pussy showed clear signs of creaming, as did her panties. She had tried to fold the crotch of her panties on itself to keep her skirt clean but she was not sure how successful her efforts had been.

Her lips around the entrance to her pussy were glistening with a sheen of moisture and the whiteness of her cream was just visible at the moist pink opening. Sarah knew as soon as she sat up in the chair that her pussy lips would part and it would be clear to all her classmates how turned on she had been and had remained.

The red-faced girl hopped up onto the chair and shuffled back until she was leaning comfortably against the backrest. She took a deep breath and lifted both her legs into the stirrups. Miss Rice immediately strapped both ankles, locking Sarah into the chair. The anxious schoolgirl settled back to await her fate. Simply being in this position was demeaning but knowing that she was to be used as a teaching tool in some way made her feel diminished as a person, no matter what the reason.

Miss Rice moved around behind the chair and gently took Sarah’s right hand, pulling it back over her head, bending it at the elbow and strapping another Velcro cuff around her wrist behind the back of the chair. Sarah’s eyes widened in alarm. Why were her hands being strapped behind her? Now she was totally vulnerable, she could not get out of this chair, all she could manage was to wriggle her body. She tensed her muscles and fought back the panic. As she felt the cuff close over her left wrist she looked plaintively at Miss Rice.

“During this lesson we shall use our time wisely. Porter will not be able to view the demonstration so instead of the lesson for her being wasted a start shall be made on her permanent depilatory program. Every slut should be as smooth and hair-free as possible. Waxing your pussy and asshole is acceptable as we do not wish, as this stage, for hair removal there to be permanent, that is for your owners to decide. Of course there are other areas where permanent removal is necessary.

“Harkwood uses a highly advanced electrolysis technique to permanently remove unwanted hair. The first stage in this program is the removal of hair from under the arms. We are yet to have a patron who did not sign off on this program so it just goes to show that no one wants a hairy slut.”

Miss Rice clapped her hands twice and the door at the back of the room opened. Sarah watched as a very pretty girl entered the room and advanced towards her. She had straight, silky brown hair that had been set into two cute pigtails, each tied in a pretty bow with a black ribbon. Her oval face and large doe eyes gave her a naďve and innocent air. A small metal ring poked out from her nostrils, hung from which was a tiny silver bell that provided a sweet, musical tinkling as she walked.

The graceful girl wore a small maids outfit that Sarah was not sure had ever really been a normal uniform. It looked just like the costume ones people sometimes wore at Halloween. The blouse was short and tight, cut low across her bosom to show off a substantial amount of cleavage. The skirt was black, tight and extremely small, just barely covering her rounded buttocks. A small white apron tied around her tiny waist, and the delicate lace that adorned each hem, broke up the black ensemble.

The shoes that the girl wore fascinated Sarah. She had been wearing four inch heels for the past day, something she was still not used to, but this girl appeared to be wearing six or maybe even seven inch heels. Her legs were extremely shapely and the clear definition of her calves was pleasing to look at but could not possibly be comfortable Sarah thought. The shoes were totally encased, leaving her feet look like shiny black spears at the end of her long white legs.

“This is Rascal. She is the maid for Trinity house. Rascal used to be a student at Harkwood. Unfortunately her patron was not able to take her upon graduation so Rascal decided to stay on at Harkwood and provide service to the school that gave her so much.”

Rascal curtsied before Miss Rice and took a place on the platform on Sarah’s right. She was carrying a black plastic tray with a strange device and a shallow bowl resting on top.

“While we study Porter’s pussy Rascal will begin removing the hair under her arms. Every afternoon, in your project time, Rascal will spend half an hour with a slut. The rotation will proceed by number until the program is complete. Rascal you may begin when ready.

“Now girls let’s get a look at this cunt shall we,” stated Miss Rice energetically. The teacher pushed a button on a small remote and a large flat-screen TV lowered from the ceiling above Sarah’s body. The bewildered teen watched it descend until it stopped some two feet above her belly.

“Now to ensure every slut has a good view I will be using two small cameras. One mounted on this headset and this one for a more mobile and direct view.” The teacher placed a thin bandanna around her head, attached to which was a small pen-shaped camera situated at her right temple. She also held up another small camera that was shaped like a cigar. “Now this not only allows everyone a great view but we are recording the session. Porter you have no need to worry because you can watch it back later.”

Miss Rice pressed another button and the TV flickered on, providing an extremely clear colour picture from the camera mounted on her head. At another button press the picture switched to that shown from the handheld camera.

“Say hello Porter,” Miss Rice quipped cheerfully as she pointed the camera at Sarah’s face.

“Hello,” Sarah replied, trying her best to smile and keep the dejection at the degradation she felt out of her voice. She had been strapped down into this infernal table with no chance of escape. A slave, for there was no other word Sarah could think of as more appropriate, was going to electrolyse her armpits and now Miss Rice was going to videotape a lesson on her pussy which she was going to have to watch later. Just when Sarah felt that she was getting a handle on her situation she was, again, thrown for a loop.

Too much was happening too quickly, the bombardment of conflicting emotions was sending her on an emotional spiral. Her gaze flitted from Rascal to Miss Rice to the back of the TV above her that obstructed her view of her classmates. All she could see was the lower half of the front row, her classmates legs spread, showing off their shapely thighs and white panties.

It was then that Rascal turned on the electrolysis machine. A barely audible hum started from the small box. It immediately drew Sarah’s attention and she was actually glad that there was finally something for her to focus on. If she could focus on one thing she could hopefully calm her jittery nerves. The vulnerable girl watched as Rascal picked up a long needle like object and moved it towards her armpit. Sarah tried to move away as much as she could. Her body moved a little but her wrists, caught in the cuffs, kept her arms extended up behind her and her armpit vulnerable.

“Porter, one infraction for disrespect,” said Miss Rice sternly. Her expression softened as she placed a hand on Sarah’s belly, causing it to jump and quiver at the gentle touch. “There is nothing to be afraid of. It will hurt no more than plucking a hair. You don’t want to give the impression that you would prefer to have hairy armpits? To disappoint your owner and me?”

“No Ma’am, sorry Ma’am,” Sarah replied dejectedly. She hadn’t meant to shrink away, it was just the needle looked so wicked. She just wasn’t thinking right is all. She didn’t want hairy armpits and she definitely didn’t want to disappoint anyone. She had another infraction! What was she even up to now? Six? Seven? Her ass was still sore from that morning, how could she stand more punishment on her tender cheeks.

“Look girls, it looks like the slut has not stopped creaming since we last saw her. Mitchell come out here and assist me, this cream is going to get in the way and it will give you a chance to show off those lovely udders of yours,” said Miss Rice, smiling. “Aren’t you a cheeky girl,” the seated teacher said as Mitchell presented herself before her. “Lean down and let me feel your decorations.”

The buxom teen bent at the waist, allowing her breasts to hang beneath her, directly in front of the inquisitive teacher. Miss Rice reached out and traced each thin red welt with her fingers. Mitchell winced at the initial touch but her sensual teacher was being very gentle, her fingertips barely making contact with the raised ridges across her udders.

“Here Mitchell, take this straw. I want you to keep this cunt clear of cream so the class can get a clear view for the lesson. When I call for ‘suction’ just suck that lovely cream of Porter’s out of the way. Stand off to the side, bend at the waist and lean in, you will have a wonderful vantage point as well. Legs straight, back straight. Better, remember to always think of your posture.”

Sarah was mortified as she listened to her teacher instruct her classmate. She stared down her body at the clear plastic straw that Mitchell held in her hand, poised before her exposed pussy. Her attention was broken as she felt a touch in her right armpit. She turned her head to watch as Rascal touched the metal needle to her skin. Sarah tensed and held perfectly still, despite her teacher’s assurances she was still frightened by the procedure. She felt a tiny spike of pain, very similar to having a hair plucked out and then nothing. She instantly relaxed, she should have trusted Miss Rice and actually felt a little ashamed that she had not. Sarah watched as Rascal moved the needle to the plastic bowl and wiped it on the side. She could only think that she was collecting the hairs to prevent any mess. The hair under her arm were only a few millimetres long, having shaved them only days ago.

“Suction.”

Sarah’s head whipped forward as she felt the touch of the straw at the opening of her pussy. The loud slurping noise that followed made the young girl’s eyes water with the humiliation. It lasted only seconds, her pussy now cleared of cream, but the damage to her fragile psyche had been done. Sarah closed her eyes and tried to process everything that was happening to her. Having her focus split like this was maddening. She felt the probe at her arm again as Miss Rice began to teach.

“Now girls, the pussy, the cunt. We shall start at the outside and move inwards. Your cunt consists of a number of important parts, all differing in sensitivity and use. These are your pussylips, known sometimes as outer labia. Labia is a funny word, isn’t it. Now these lips help to protect your cunt. The lips of the pussy come in all different shapes and sizes. This slut’s are very well formed and have a wonderful symmetry. They are plump and tight. Note how they close almost entirely over the pussy.

“Under these are another set of pussylips, the inner labia. In many sluts, these can be large and protrude past the outer lips. With this slut however, we have a perfect example of small inner cuntlips, note how they can hardly be seen when the outer cuntlips are together.

“Aah girls, this is very interesting. Did you see how when I touched these lips they opened for me and stayed open. This is a sexual response. As the lips flush with blood they become more rigid, a little like a cock. See how the pussy is now more open and the lips have tended to reveal a little more of what is inside.

“Suction. Good girl Porter. The slut is allowing us a good chance to observe some physiological reactions as we progress with our lesson on anatomy. Such a good specimen.”

Sarah’s mind whirled as the constant referral to her as some kind of inanimate teaching aid made her pray for invisibility. Her humiliation was only deepened as her pussy continued to juice under the attentions of Miss Rice. The mere touch of her teacher’s fingers had created a fire between Sarah’s legs. Her nipples had hardened almost instantly, tightening her breast as they pointed to the ceiling.

Every touch on her pussy felt like she was being tortured: pleasurable, blissful torture. Her breathing had become shallower and she felt her chest and face flush with heat. Her entire body felt like she had a fever. And again the maddening spike of pain at her armpit reminded her of the pretty slave, Rascal, working diligently away, removing her hair with tiny electric shocks.

“At the top of the cunt we have the clit. It is hidden underneath a fold of skin referred to as the clit hood, which as you can see is part of the inner cuntlips. Now the clit, as I am sure you all know, is the most sensitive part of a slut’s anatomy. Now if I pull back the hood like this, you can get a great view of the clit itself. A tiny bundle of nerves that looks so innocent but contains such power. This slut has an average sized clit, later we will get Ozawa up here and we will see an example of an extremely large clit.”

Ecstasy exploded between Sarah’s legs. Her teacher had begun to gently rub her fingertips across Sarah’s exposed clit. She pushed her hips up, attempting to deepen the touch, seeking the source of the pleasure. She moaned lightly, but was immediately distracted by the tiny shooting pain in her armpit. The distressed schoolgirl tried to block out the attentions of Rascal and focus on those of her teacher between her legs.

“Did you see that girls, the slut responded instantly to the most gentle of touches. Her body yearns for more. If I rub a little harder, a little more forcefully, we shall see an even greater response,” Miss Rice stated with conviction.

She began to rub the schoolgirl’s clit harder. Miss Rice had relinquished her hold on the clit hood and rubbed her fingertips back and forth with increasing speed. Sarah closed her eyes as her breathing became faster and shallower. Her mouth opened invitingly, gasping as the unexpected pleasure rocked through her body in waves emanating from between her splayed legs.

“While the slut is very inexperienced, see how she responds so strongly to even the most cursory of sexual attention. This slut is not far from orgasm, but we are not ready for that just yet.”

The teacher removed her fingers from Sarah’s pussy and called for suction. Sarah gasped as Miss Rice so cruelly stopped pleasuring her burning pussy. She moaned in despair as the rising crescendo of ecstasy slowly waned, leaving a dull throb deep in her belly. The sound of Mitchell slurping the cream from her cunt sent her into a spiral of humiliation. Fresh tears slowly trickled down Sarah’s cheeks. The constant barrage of sensation and emotions was overloading her senses. She didn’t know what else to do but cry.

She wanted to beg Miss Rice to continue. To let her come. To provide her with the release she had felt building inside her the entire day. She couldn’t stand this much longer. She was ashamed of herself, deeply ashamed, for even thinking this way. How could she want to orgasm, strapped to a table with a classroom full of girls watching her, the whole thing being videotaped and this goddamned girl shocking her armpit without surcease.

She didn't mean to get angry and she was ashamed that she had. It was not Rascal’s fault. She was just doing what she was told. This shame was yet another emotion to add to the already raging whirlwind. The tears flowed freely down her face but no one was paying any attention. The teacher and the class were focused entirely on her pussy, the class wasn't even able to see Sarah's face, and Rascal was totally focused on her task.

"Note how the clit is now exposed. The hood has stayed off the clit in a similar reaction as we saw in the inner cuntlips. You may be asking yourself why call them inner and not little? Well on some sluts the inner cuntlips are actually larger than the outer cuntlips. This can be due to genetics or due to modification through stretching. I know that little clit is just begging for attention sitting up there, but a slut must be patient. Patience is a virtue which a slut must learn to embrace as surely as her need for sexual gratification and her will to serve.

"Now as you can see the clit has become a little larger than when we first saw it. The clit is actually quite similar to a cock in that when a slut is aroused the erectile tissue engorges with blood and stiffens. This clit has not quite doubled in size, but note how it is standing out from the lips and hood now, like a little slut erection.

"We will return to the clit soon but now we shall move inside the pussy. We can see just below the clit is the urethra. This is where a slut expels urine. Now this may be called a great many things by your superiors but a slut refers to it as her wee-wee. Of course your owners may prefer pisshole, peehole or anything else that takes their fancy. Until you have made this discovery, however, you will keep to the prescribed terminology we use here at Harkwood.

"Now this is called a sound. Once inserted this will open up the mouth of the wee-wee and it will be a little easier to see in the context of the cunt as a whole."

Sarah's eyes flew open. She stared at the thin metal rod that Miss Rice held. It was smaller than the thickness of a pencil but there was no way that was going inside her there, inside her... wee-wee. She had felt humiliated when the teacher had first used the term, making them use a baby's word but this was soon forgotten at the mention of the implement that would be used to penetrate her.

The helpless schoolgirl watched in horror as Miss Rice let two drops of liquid drip onto the metal rod and twirled it between her fingers to coat the tip and an inch of its length. Another tiny shock at her armpit and Sarah was again distracted from the terror that lay between her legs. She looked at Rascal pleadingly but again shifted her gaze back to Miss Rice when she felt her fingers on her pussy once again. The constant shifting of focus was making her almost dizzy.

"Permission to speak Ma'am," Sarah whispered pleadingly.

"Denied. Now the wee-wee is not specifically designed to conduct anything other than fluids but this demonstration will also show how versatile a slut's body can be. Suction."

Sarah's entire body tensed as the cool metal sound touched the entrance to her urethra. The noisy slurping as Mitchell cleared her pussy of her secretions was almost completely lost on Sarah as her entire consciousness was focused on the one tiny opening in her pussy. Slowly the metal probe entered her hole, distending it more than it had ever been. A sharp intense sensation shot through Sarah's pussy and into her bladder, her entire body jumping on the table.

The terrified girl clenched and unclenched the muscles in her belly, trying to force the intruder out of her smallest of holes, to no avail. Miss Rice pushed more of the sound inside her until an inch had disappeared within her body. Sarah was desperate to get this object out of her but what could she do. She was securely strapped to the table, completely at the mercy of her teacher. For a moment she thought about thrashing around on the table to attempt to dislodge the metal probe but she immediately discarded the idea as it was sure to anger Miss Rice. The weeping schoolgirl simply relaxed back into the chair and tried to deal with the uncomfortable sensation of having her urethra stuffed. The short sharp shocks in her armpit continued unabated as Sarah attempted to come to terms with the violation of her body.

"Now watch as I remove the sound, the wee-wee will stay open for a moment or two, enough to give you a better idea where this hole sits in relation to the rest of your cunt. Watch."

Sarah felt the sound slowly slide out of her. She was free for a few seconds before it was inserted inside her once again. The second time was no easier. Her body rebelled and she had to fight the urge to struggle within her bonds to dislodge it. It was only in her for a few seconds this time before it was again removed.

"Suction. Now I think it is time for a real treat. It is not something truly necessary for a slut to learn but it is quite rare to see one."

Miss Rice placed the sound back on her tray of instruments and chose a small metal speculum. She inserted this into Sarah's pussy without delay.

"Now girls you have all seen these before. A speculum is an excellent tool for opening a cunt for inspection. You can see how it has spread the pussy quite nicely. Now what we want to focus on first is this little crescent shaped piece of skin here at the base of cunt opening. Suction. This, girls, is the hymen. Porter is only the second slut to be admitted to Harkwood in my tenure to have had one. Of course we have had other virgins but the hymen can be broken in a myriad of ways, not the least of which is strong exercise, which tells us just how poor a slut Porter has been until now. *

"The hymen is not something which a slut concerns herself with however, whether she has one or not, it is just of interest to note. Last but not least we have the pussy itself. Some say the most important of a slut's holes but I do not agree with this assessment. Of course it is the hole that is unique to the slut but all holes should hold the same degree of importance. The natural state of any cunt is to be filled. When a cunt is empty there is a constant yearning on the slut’s behalf to have it filled. Is this not true Rascal?"

"Yes Ma'am," the house slave dutifully replied, not pausing in her task for a second.

"Are you satisfied right now Rascal?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Tell the students why Rascal."

"I have a four inch dildo in my cunt and my favourite plug in my asshole Ma'am."

"Why Rascal."

"It is my reward for good service Ma'am."

Sarah looked at the pretty slavegirl who continued to remove the hairs from under her arm as she answered the teacher's questions. Underneath that tiny skirt she had both holes stuffed and this is what she wanted, this satisfied her. Had this girl started out just like her? Would she end up unhappy unless her pussy was filled?

"The pussy is a marvellous thing. Along its entire length are powerful muscles that a slut uses to bring pleasure to her users. Every slut has these muscles but most are inexperienced and lazy and never reach their full potential. Once you have been trained your cunts will be able to take the largest of cocks but at the same time pick up a thin pencil. With the speculum spreading the pussy we can see right to the back, to the cervix. Below the pussy we have a beautiful sensitive piece of flesh called the perineum. Such a sensitive and delicate little zone. The area serves no real purpose for a slut other than for decoration. The asshole we can all see, puckering so beautifully will be for another lesson.

"Before we have a look at Ozawa's clit we shall have a chance to see this slut orgasm and see how this affects the pussy. We will look at the effects of orgasm in much greater depth in coming lessons but a swift introduction is always beneficial. Remember that a slut must ask permission before coming."

Sarah did not want this to happen. She knew that only minutes ago she had almost been begging for it but she had calmed down now and she refused to let this happen. Before she had been caught up in the heat of the moment. Just thinking of the animalistic fervour with which she pursued her teacher’s attentions made her blush furiously with shame. To be used as a specimen, coldly and dispassionately forced to orgasm was something very different. She vowed that she would not come here in this classroom. She apologised to Miss Rice in her head because she knew she would be disappointed but she would take the infraction before degrading herself in front of her classmates.

"Mitchell you can take your seat, unless you would like to stay and continue assisting me."

"I will assist you Ma'am."

"You will? Are you telling me what to do Mitchell?"

"No Ma'am," said the confused teen, unsure what she had done wrong.

"Then you ask Mitchell. A slut always asks permission."

"Ma'am, may I stay and assist you."

"Yes Mitchell, you can put the straw down and you can begin licking her pussy."

Mitchell looked at Miss Rice and then at Sarah's pussy. From the girl's hesitation Sarah surmised she had asked to assist because she thought that is what Miss Rice wanted, that she thought she had been basically told to stay. Now it looked like Mitchell wanted to stay with her, that their kissing last class had started something. Had it? Sarah was not sure what to think.

Mitchell moved directly between Sarah's legs, bent at the waist and lowered her face to the already glistening sex. She started to gently lick the cuntlips of her bound classmate, immediately transporting the bound girl to another level of consciousness. One in which nothing existed but the pleasure that coursed through her body. She felt a pressure building in her pussy, as if her lips were blowing up like a balloon. A pressure that was sure to burst.

"Lick deeper, push your tongue inside her. Stiffen it and fuck her with it like it was a cock. Lick up the slit, that's right Mitchell. No need to be so gentle. Your tongue is soft and the cunt is soft. Think about what you have learned this lesson. Move up to the clit, yes good girl. Push that hood back with your lips. Kiss it, now apply some of those cock sucking techniques from your previous lesson and work that clit.

"Girls are you seeing this. See how the clit responds. It is standing up, begging for attention. Mitchell don't neglect that pussy, it's still producing cream. That's right make a meal of that cunt. You are getting a headstart on the rest of the class. A slut treats a pussy just like a cock."

Sarah was moaning in ecstasy but she was trying to fight the waves of pleasure that rose from her pussy and clit. She looked down to see Miss Rice holding the small camera in close to her pussy, filming Mitchell eat her. She felt the pleasure rising and felt herself losing control. She looked away and hastily focused on Rascal. The pretty girl had moved to her left armpit, but when Sarah had no idea. She tried to focus on the small sharp spikes of pain as the electrolysis machine sent electric shocks to her follicles.

Sarah tried her best but she was fighting a losing battle. She could not hold out, she could not control herself. She had to come. She had to, it was too much.

"May I come Ma'am," Sarah croaked desperately.

"Not yet Porter. Mitchell fuck the slut's pussy with your mouth. Girls do you see the muscles of the pussy tightening and relaxing. This pussy is desperate to have something inside it."

"Please Ma'am, may I come," Sarah gasped, humiliated that she had to ask, despite her vow.

"Not yet," replied Miss Rice distractedly.

A small wave of despair pulsed through her at her teacher's casual words. She couldn't fight it much longer she was going to have to give in. Being denied the chance to come was extremely demeaning. Not even having control over her body only seemed to make it harder to fight.

"That's enough Mitchell, stand at attention and watch," said Miss Rice as she took over and began to rub Sarah's clit between her finger and thumb from the top of her pussy, ensuring the camera a clear view. The class of schoolgirls watched Sarah's pussy on the big screen, much larger than life.

"Please Ma'am, please. May I come please Ma'am," Sarah begged.

"You may come slut."

Sarah all but exploded. She would have come anyway, she just could not hold it back. The wave of sensation was like a tsunami spreading out from her pussy, up into her chest and down her legs before rebounding and rushing back to its source where it doubled in power. Sarah's young body shook within her bonds. The outside world ceased to exist. She pulled at the cuffs binding her wrists, desperate to get her hands on her pussy.

"Watch the pussy, look at the action of the muscles. Even the asshole is puckering as the muscles are overtaken with the orgasm. Once we reach this stage there is nothing that can stop it. We do however have the option of allowing this orgasm to run its course or to prolong it, creating waves of multiple orgasms. This is a lesson however, we are not here to indulge a slut's sexual yearnings."

Her teacher’s words were lost to Sarah. She felt as if her entire body was effervescing, as if the physical wave of ecstasy was surging through her body, fizzing through her muscles, her veins, her nerves, from the soles of her feet to the tips of the hair on her head. Her mind was crashing around her body, riding the chaotic waves of pleasure that were only now beginning to subside. The shocks in her left armpit were the first sensation that broke through the post-orgasmic haze. Had Rascal continued to remove her hair all this time?

Sarah lay back in the chair and smiled contentedly, her surroundings all but forgotten. The violent tearing sound of the Velcro cuffs around her wrists shocked her back to the present. Her whole body was still quivering. That was nothing like the pleasant tingling she accomplished when she masturbated. She never knew anything could be like that. As her arms were released she lowered them stiffly, pins and needles immediately radiated throughout her liberated limbs. Her legs were soon released and Miss Rice told her to take her seat.

Sarah slid off the table to the side, taking a moment to steady herself on legs turned to jelly. The dazed schoolgirl gingerly walked back to her stool and sat down, spreading her legs and resting her hands in the small of her back. Miss Rice was pleased that the intense orgasm had not affected her training. Porter was definitely going to be one to watch.

"Dismissed, Rascal."

"Yes Ma'am," the Harkwood slave replied, immediately packing up her apparatus.

"I want an accurate count of the hairs removed in your log."

"Yes Ma'am," the pretty girl replied sweetly, before curtsying to the teacher and heading directly out the back door.

"Now who here has had an orgasm?" the teacher asked, turning back to the class.

Every girl in the class shot a hand into the air. After watching Sarah's performance many were not entirely sure what they experienced were orgasms but they were sure enough not to single themselves out in this class.

"Porter, had you experienced an orgasm before today?"

"No Ma'am," Sarah replied truthfully. When she had played with herself the result had been nothing like what she had just experienced, what she continued to experience. What she could only describe as aftershocks continued to pulse through her pussy, milder than before but they still made her catch her breath. Her red-rimmed eyes had remained downcast ever since she took her seat and caught a glimpse of the large TV suspended from the ceiling. A shot of her face, smiling in obvious sexual ecstasy was frozen on the screen.

"Ozawa, undress and hop up in the chair. Mitchell you can take your seat unless you would like to continue to assist me."

Mitchell immediately scurried to her seat. Sarah cringed knowing that her unwillingness would only reinforce the view she was interested in Sarah. A now nude Ozawa took her place in the chair, her legs quickly strapped into the stirrups.

"Now girls this is quite a different cunt. This slut has much bigger inner lips, you can already see them peeking out. You will also note that her pussy is a much darker colour than the rest of her body. While Porter's pussy was a rich pink, this one is a deep tan. This is typical of Asian races, Japanese in particular. Her nipples are the same," explained Miss Rice as she moved the camera to focus on the reclining teen's nipples.

Sarah watched the large screen as the picture changed from a close-up of Ozawa's pussy to one of her nipples. Sarah had not noticed before but the Asian girl's nipples were different from anything she had seen before. They seemed as if someone had pinched them and they had stayed that way. They had a definite horizontal aspect, somewhat flattened and elongated. The nipple inside the aureola was puckered and ridged with a clear depression in the centre, almost like a tiny crater.

"What I want to show you however is the size of the slut's clit. You all saw how Porter's clit increased in size when aroused. Now we will see what Ozawa has to offer. Porter would you like to pass on the favour that Mitchell did for you?"

"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied sincerely. She was still feeling extremely vulnerable and she had not fully recovered from the maelstrom of emotions her orgasm had caused but she felt that refusing would be a minefield of potential problems. Besides, Miss Rice had told Mitchell that she was getting a headstart on the rest of the class and even through the haze of pleasure she had been feeling as Mitchell licked her pussy it had made sense to her. Really, Sarah thought to herself as she stepped back to the front of the class, I can't deny Miss Rice. The teacher had some kind of hold over her that she had never felt before.

Sarah was still naked and as she bent over before the strapped-down girl she was well aware that the class would be able to view not only her face as she licked the exposed cunt of the young Asian but her asshole and pussy. Sarah stood with legs spread wide, her body in an almost horizontal line, creating a very pleasing angle. Her face was right in Ozawa's crotch, nose almost touching the plump outer lips. She could smell the potency of the young girl's scent, stronger than hers or Taylor's, the only two pussies the inexperienced schoolgirl knew. Sarah closed her eyes and breathed deeply, not forgetting any of her lessons so far. Her mouth opened slightly without her realising it. The naked schoolgirl was poised to lick the pussy of a classmate. All she was waiting for was permission.

"How long must we wait Porter?" Miss Watson finally inquired.

"Sorry Ma'am. May I eat Ozawa's pussy please Ma'am," Sarah asked, the words tumbling out of her mouth.

"You may begin."

Sarah leaned forward slightly and brought her tongue into contact with the waiting pussy. She licked from the base of the slit all the way past the clit, hidden under its hood, to the top. At first all Sarah could taste was the pleasant, slightly salty taste of the skin. It did not take long however for the juices of the Asian girl to begin to flow.

Sarah placed her entire mouth over the pussy. She tried to make her tongue hard and pointed like a hot, moist spear and darted it into the opening of Ozawa's pussy. The taste changed. Sarah's tongue was coated with an intense and powerful flavour. She had to admit to herself as she continued to plunge her tongue inside the now opening pussy, that the slightly sour taste was definitely not to her liking.

"Enjoying yourself Porter?" Miss Watson interrupted.

"Ye..."

"No one gave you permission to stop Porter. Once you have begun work on a pussy you continue until you are told to stop. Now answer the question."

"Yumf mumff," Sarah mumbled through a mouthful of moist pussy.

Her eyes flicked sideways as she spoke and she could see Miss Watson holding the small camera only inches away from her face.

"Porter your focus should be on the pussy and the slut before you. One infraction."

Sarah groaned to herself as she took her mouth off the pussy and resumed licking, moving her tongue over the inner lips and noting how they stayed splayed after her tongue had pushed them apart. She looked up at Ozawa as she moved her tongue over the hard protrusion of her clit. The Asian girl was looking directly at Sarah, their eyes locked as the young girl concentrated her attentions on the hardening clit.

Sarah could see the pretty Asian girl's eyes flutter as the pleasure began to build. She kept focused on Ozawa's face, trying to gauge the reaction of her licking on the petite teen. A momentary lapse had earned her another infraction. She tried to do her best but every single time she seemed to fall short. She was praised one moment and earning punishment the next. She tried not to think of what would happen the next morning in form class and instead redoubled her efforts on Ozawa's clit.

Sarah now put her lips over the clit, inclosing the hard nub with her mouth. She flicked he tongue rapidly from side to side, hoping that some of her cock-sucking techniques could be transferrable. Ozawa moaned as the pleasure in her pussy spiked as the focus on her clit continued.

As she worked Sarah could feel the clit grow larger and harder in her mouth. She kept her tongue moving trying tongue technique three. She was rewarded with more moans from Ozawa and now Sarah could feel the girl moving her hips, grinding her pussy into Sarah's face. Her eyes sparkled as she watched Ozawa close her eyes bite her lip as the ecstasy Sarah was bringing her began to overwhelm the tiny Asian girl.

Sarah had begun to treat it almost as a game. She had managed to put aside her dislike for the taste of the pussy and focus on the effects she was causing. The fact that she was the one causing such pleasure made her glow inside. She imagined Miss Rice in Ozawa's place. Thinking of her teacher in the throes of ecstasy, ecstasy caused by her mouth and her tongue sent shivers of tingling electricity through Sarah's pussy and up into her belly.

As Sarah focused on the reactions on Ozawa's face and the movement of her mouth on her clit, she was unaware of the reactions in her own body. Sarah had inched her feet a little wider, spreading her legs and opening her tight pussy a little more. Her hips had also begun to gyrate slowly, moving in tiny circles, her pussy attempting to grind on something that was not there.

The entire class had stopped looking at the large screen and now watched Sarah's behind in fascination. Her cream, that seemed to ooze from her pussy almost without pause, had, thanks to gravity, begun to slide down her slit and cover her lips. It looked almost as if someone had split white paint on the young, plump pussy.

"Porter, sit," commanded Miss Rice.

Sarah was almost dismayed to stop. She heard Ozawa groan, almost in pain, as she stepped away from the now heavily aroused girl. She took her seat in a daze, her face flushed and hot despite her lack of clothes. As she sat on the small plastic stool, Sarah caught a glimpse of her own pussy. The thick smear of cream across its entire length made her realise how aroused she had become. No doubt it was still the aftereffects of her own orgasm she told herself, something that powerful was bound to continue to affect her.

Ozawa was breathing rapidly and her breasts heaved as she fought to deal with being brought to the peak of arousal and then abandoned there. She was slowly coming down as Miss Rice continued to teach.

"Now that is how different two cunts can be girls. Just look at that clit. It is..." Miss Rice grabbed a small ruler from her tray of instruments and placed it alongside Ozawa's clit "...a touch over one inch in length, a truly prodigious organ for a slut. It is just as highly sensitive as any other clit. When a slut has a feature like this it is always used to advantage. I am sure your owner has great plans for that clit," Miss Rice said with a smile.

"Now does anyone have any questions about today's lesson?"

Sarah raised her hand.

"Yes Taylor."

"Ma'am, does having a clit that big mean that she can have bigger orgasms?"

"No the slut is not that lucky. A bigger clit does not mean bigger orgasms. The sensitivity is the same. It may be easier for a slut with a bigger clit to orgasm but that is simply due to the increased surface area of the most sensitive part of a slut."

"Porter," Miss Rice said.

Sarah had kept her hand in the air, eager to have her question answered.

"Um, I know every slut smells and tastes different but is it possible to change the way a slut's pussy juices taste," Sarah asked, curious to know but now, once it was out in the open, humiliated by her question.

"Very good question Porter. Every slut does have an individual taste. You girls will learn to identify other sluts by the taste of their cunts. It is possible, though, through diet to change the taste subtly. This however will make it harder to identify the slut so it will only happen at the behest of a slut's owner. Any more questions? Yes Ozawa."

"May I come please Ma'am," the naked girl, still strapped to the table asked meekly.

"How very presumptuous of you Ozawa. It is a great privilege for a slut to be allowed to come. A slut gains pleasure from giving pleasure and from serving her superiors. Porter was allowed to come as a teaching aid for my class not because she deserved it. A girl with seven infractions in one day would not normally deserve to come. Why did you ask to come Ozawa?"

"I need to Ma'am."

"You do not need to Ozawa. A slut never needs to come. A slut wants to come, that is natural of course. You need to do a great many things: breathe, eat, sleep, serve. Coming is not one of them. I was considering giving you an infraction for asking for something you know you don't deserve but you definitely convinced me that what you do deserve is some correction a little more immediate in nature."

Miss Rice went to the back of the room and exited through the rear door. She returned in a moment carrying a small leather flogger. The thin strips of supple red leather hung loosely from the teacher's hand. Every girl eyed the small whip with trepidation. None more so than the bound Ozawa who knew she was going to be the recipient of the wicked looking instrument. The teacher placed the flogger on the belly of the bound Asian and proceeded to strap her arms behind the chair. Sarah watched, sympathising with the position the trembling teen was in, having spent the better part of the lesson in the same strict restraint.

"You can make as much noise as you wish Ozawa but any noise will disappoint me greatly. Girls, a slut should be seen and not heard. I am sure you have all heard that old adage before. Even during punishment or correction a slut should do her best to remain silent unless your owner has a well known procilivity otherwise."

Once her speech was finished, Miss Rice collected the flogger and stood on the platform beside the frightened girl. She raised the small whip leisurely but brought it down with considerable force onto Ozawa's exposed pussy and still engorged clit. The young girl jumped in the chair, wrenching her bonds. Miss Rice paid no attention, once again raising the flogger and bringing it down upon the plump pussy of the naked schoolgirl.

After the fourth stroke, Ozawa's groans of pain became louder and sharper grunts of agony. Miss Rice continued for another three strokes before stopping to look at the reddened and slightly puffy flesh between the young girl’s legs. The clit was no longer engorged and had resumed its normal size, attempting to hide under the flimsy, delicate hood.

"Now Ozawa, do you need to come?" Miss Rice asked nonchalantly.

"No Ma'am," the sobbing teen muttered.

"Do you think that you deserve to come?"

"No Ma'am," Ozawa cried through clenched teeth.

"Let this be a lesson to all you sluts. Ability does not impart a right. Just because you can come does not mean that you should. Ozawa you also have an infraction."

The straps holding the Asian schoolgirl in the chair were undone and she took her seat when commanded. Sarah could see her hands twitching, dying to make contact with her abused pussy. Small tears had formed in Sarah's eyes as she had watched the pretty girl get punished. She felt bad for her but she was very silly to ask what she had, especially so long after the attention to her pussy had stopped. Miss Rice was a teacher and she was strict, as all teachers must be, but Sarah knew she wasn't a bad woman so she knew Ozawa must have deserved it. Sarah still felt bad for her though, she couldn't help it.

"Porter and Ozawa get dressed. The rest of you sluts think about how your cunts are different from the two we have seen featured in today's lesson. Olsen you begin, tell the class a way in which your cunt is different. Oh Porter, the state of your cunt needs to be seen to before you get those panties on, just look at your seat."

Sarah looked back to see the large smear of white slime in the middle of her small black stool. She knew that she would be cleaning that up before she sat back down.

"Ozawa, clean Porter's pussy so she can get dressed."

Sarah stood at attention, her legs a little wider than usual and waited as Ozawa knelt down between her legs and lapped the cream from the length of her pussy. She stood perfectly still as her classmate cleaned her smooth lips of all traces of her juices. She wondered if Ozawa enjoyed the taste of her. It did not take the Asian girl long to finish her task and soon she and Sarah were dressing together.

"My outer cuntlips are much fuller Ma'am, they close entirely hiding my clit and inner cuntlips," Cox said shyly.

Sarah had somehow missed what had Olsen had to say. She must have tuned out due to the attentions of Ozawa on her still heavily aroused and sensitive pussy. She would definitely need to do better, if she missed something important there was no telling what the repercussions could be. Sarah slid her panties up her legs and nestled them against her freshly cleaned pussy. Her panties were still moist and they felt terribly uncomfortable. Sarah knew it wouldn't make any difference soon as she would no doubt keep wetting them. She tried not to think about it as she finished dressing.

As she clipped on her tie Sarah noticed that Miss Rice was looking at the class as Shah was detailing how her pussy was much darker in colour. She reached out and gently caressed the arm of Ozawa, in a gesture of friendship. Ozawa looked at her sadly, with tears still in her eyes and moved to her seat.

"My clit doesn't have a hood Ma'am," said Ness.

"My yes, undress quickly Ness and hop up in the chair, let's have a look in the last few minutes we have left," exclaimed Miss Rice.

Ness scurried to the teacher's lounge and undressed as quickly as she could. It had been hard enough to talk about her pussy, now she was going to exhibit it for the class. She had been so strong this morning. So full of fight. She did not understand what had happened to her. She was doing whatever she was told, degrading herself but she was afraid of what would happen if she did not. She was ruled by fear more than anything.

She shuffled into the chair from the side, positioning herself under the large TV and placed her legs in the stirrups. She had seen two girls spread themselves before the class. It was ok for Porter, she seemed to enjoy it. It was clear she was a natural slut like the teachers kept saying. But for her to be up here, Sigrid Ness. None of her friends would believe she would allow it, but everything was different here. Here she felt like she had no power. Here she felt like a helpless little girl.

The pretty blond teen watched as Miss Rice donned the camera headset again and stepped between her legs. She tensed as she felt the touch at her pussy, her entire body on edge as Miss Rice spread her pussylips to substantiate her claim.

"There it is girls. The slut's clit is clearly visible. There is a hood Ness, you were wrong there. It is very tiny though. You can see it here girls, sitting just at the top of clit, this tiny flap of skin. You need to learn your own body better Ness. Every slut should know every inch of her body, if she doesn't how can she expect to use it to serve her owner?"

The bell rang ending the lesson. Ness prepared to spring out of the chair, eager to remove her body from display and end the humiliation, at least for now.

"Get dressed Ness. Dismissed. I will see you tomorrow girls, enjoy dance class," Miss Rice said with a wave, retiring to her chaise lounge to watch the girls leave the class, each girl thanking her and curtsying politely before scampering out the door.