Slave Teacher
III.
Karen panicked when she heard someone talking outside the storeroom. She
would die of shame if some students found her like this, kneeling naked
on the floor in a storeroom. She was relieved when she realized that it
was only Steve and Mark, and scolded herself for being stupid enough to
think that Mark would come on his own. "Hi slut," Steve greeted her as
they entered the room, "I see that you're ready for your punishment."
"Y-yes, sir," Karen answered, blushing.
"So you have not only disobeyed your instructions but also lied about
it," said Steve as he put his bag on the floor. "Yes, sir." Karen
answered submissively, trying not to invoke further punishments.
"Now slut," Steve continued as he took his stuff out of the bag,
"for lying to Mark, you'll be given fifteen strokes of the ruler," he
said as he show her a long wooden ruler, "and for wearing your panties
without permission, you are to shave your pussy and keep it shaved all
the time."
"Oh, God, no! Please!" Karen pleaded and Whack! Steve reached
forward and hit her ass real hard with the ruler. "Ouch!" Karen cried
out in pain and surprise. "You just earned yourself five extra strokes,
and that one doesn't count. Now have you got anything more to say?"
"Oh, no, oh, oh," Karen whined as she rubbed her butt.
"Now since we've already started, why don't we just get on with
it?" said Mark, "Come here, slut, and bend over the table."
Obediently, Karen walked over to the table and bent over it.
Trembling slightly, she lowered her head in shame and waited as Steve
positioned himself behind her. Steve looked at the smooth, white globes
of her ass and couldn't help reaching out to caress it. Karen's whole
body stiffened as she felt his hand touch her, then she relaxed a bit as
Steve continued caressing her. Suddenly, Steve took his hand away and
whack! the ruler landed squarely across her ass.
"Ah!" Karen cried out in pain. "Keep your voice down, slut!" Steve
scolded, "And keep your hands on the table or you're going to get more!"
Whack! Whack! "Oh, Oh, oooh," Karen moaned as Steve went on hitting her.
When the twenty strokes were over, her whole body was shaking and her
eyes were filled with tears. "Keep your hands on the table," said Mark
as he picked up the camera, "and look at me." Karen obeyed and let out a
cry of dismay as she saw the camera in his hands, but before she could
say anything Mark had already pressed the shutter. "Look here, slut!"
said Mark as he savored the view in the viewfinder: Karen the young and
sexy teacher bent over the table, with her long, shapely legs topped by
her smooth round buttocks, now criss-crossed with angry red welts, with
tears in her eyes and an imploring look on her face. Mark felt like his
cock was going to burst out of his pants.
"Okay," he said after taking some more photos, "now shall we get
on with the second part of the punishment, or do you need more
persuasion, slut?"
"N--no, sir," Karen answered meekly. She was getting more and more
used to being called "slut" and answering with "sir". "Here," said Steve
as he brought over a chair. "Sit down and spread your legs wide." Karen
obeyed and winced as her ass touched the chair. "I said spread your legs
wide! That's it! Now, take these," said Steve as he handed her a razor
and a can of shaving cream. "Better hurry up before we get you back to
that table again."
"Oh, God," Karen gasped as she looked at the razor and the shaving
cream in her hands. Now not only Mark was taking pictures, Steve had
also set the videocam up. "C'mon, do it!" Biting her lip, Karen sprayed
some shaving cream on her pussy. She shuddered as she felt the cold
cream on her skin. Then she began shaving slowly. At first her hand was
trembling so much that she had to stop before she cut herself, but then
she managed to clam herself down. She kept her head down all the time as
she shaved, not daring to face the camera once. When she finally
finished she was given a wet towel to wipe herself clean. "Now stand up,
slut, and look at me," Steve ordered.
Karen stood up and gasped as she felt cool air on her ass and
pussy. Her ass was still burning from the ruler, and her pussy felt raw
after the shaving. She couldn't help covering it and rubbing it with her
hand. This gave Steve an idea.
"That's right, slut, play with yourself." Karen looked up at him
in shock. She couldn't believe that yet more humiliations were coming.
"Do it or we'll go out and get a student to do that for you!"
"Oh, no! Please!" "Then do it!" "Y-yes, yes..." Closing her eyes,
Karen began rubbing her pussy gently. The shaving had made it very
sensitive, and soon she was getting wetting and wetter. "Play with your
tits, kiss them." As Steve instructed, Karen held her breasts up to her
mouth and licked her nipples, which soon became rock-hard. Then,
foundling her breasts and holding them to her mouth with one hand, she
reached down to resume rubbing her pussy with the other. She soon find
herself getting hotter and hotter despite the humiliation--in fact, it
seemed that the humiliation was adding to her excitement. Her breath
quickened, and she heard the sound of the shutter vaguely.
"Turn around and show us that nice ass of yours," Steve went on.
"That's right. Keep your feet apart, wider. Now bend over." Karen obeyed
almost automatically, bending over until her head was between her legs.
She was aware that in so doing, with her bare pussy completely open to
view between her wide-spread legs and her breasts hanging upside-down,
she was presenting a really lewd sight. "Finger-fuck yourself." Her
hands quickly reached up to her pussy and while one rubbed her clit, the
other thrust first one finger, then two, up her wet hole. "Oh, oh, oh,"
she began moaning gently as she fucked herself with two fingers, faster
and faster. "Play with your asshole." Much ashamed by this order, Karen
was too close to coming to object. While she continuing finger-fucking
herself with her left hand, her right hand reached up and slowly she
thrust her forefinger into her tight asshole. At this she couldn't hold
back any longer and came with a loud moan, and collapsed onto her knees.
Steve immediately took off his pants and walked over to Karen. He
pushed her onto all fours and thrust two fingers into Karen's pussy,
getting them wet with her juices. Then slowly, he thrust them up her
asshole. "Ah! No!" Karen immediately cried out in alarm. "Have you been
fucked up the ass before, slut?" "N-no...pl-please..." "Then it's time
for you to offer it to your master!" He chuckled and with these words
began pushing his cock into her tight, virgin asshole. "No, noooooOh!
Ah!" Karen whimpered as she felt Steve's cock eased all the way into
her. She moaned as he held still, feeling it throbbing inside her. "Can
you feel it, slut?" Steve panted, "can you feel my hard cock up your
ass?" "Oh, oh, oh," Karen moaned in reply, which was not good enough for
Steve. He grabbed her right nipple and pinched it hard, drawing a cry of
pain from her. "Say it!" He said as he pinched her again. "Ouch! Y-yes
I-I can feel your h-hard cock up my a-ass..." "Say that you love it!"
"I-I love the f-feeling of your h-hard cock up my ass..." Karen was
spared from being forced to say more humiliating things when Mark came
over and pushed his cock in her mouth. Together the two men started
thrusting in and out of her, and Karen was soon letting out muffled
moans and cries. Mark came first and flooded her mouth with come. After
he withdrew, Steve also felt himself coming. He pulled out from her ass,
stood in front of her and sprayed his come all over her face and
breasts.
They allowed her to rest for a while. Then, as Amy was not there,
Karen was made to clean herself up. While they filmed, she was ordered
to wipe the come off her face and then lick it off her fingers. Then she
had to lick her breasts clean. She was exhausted after the ordeal, and
her hands were trembling as they held her breasts to her mouth. When all
this was finally done, Steve threw her a brown paper bag and said, "Okay
slut, you've just earned this. Wear one of them to school tomorrow," he
chuckled, "we'll be nice this time and let you pick one yourself."
Inside the paper bag were a pair of crotchless panties and several
g-strings. Even though she was terrified by the idea of having to wear
one of them to school, this time Karen knew better than to disobey, and
when she when to school the following day, she had under her short skirt
a white g-string with lace, which was the one with most material that
she could find. Her male colleagues grinned when they saw her appear
again in her short skirt. She was wearing a polo shirt that day, since
it had got only two buttons and didn't open all the way at the front, so
even though she had to leave all the buttons open, she didn't have to
worry about showing more than she already had to. Still, her nipples
were clearly visible through the fabric. Some male colleagues began to
tease her, and students whistled as she passed by. She was greeted by
the same whispering and giggling whenever she went into a classroom, but
she tried her best to ignore it.
Her heart sank when it's time for Amy's class again. As she had
feared, when she was writing on the blackboard, Amy happened to drop her
pen again. Karen blushed with embarrassment as she stared at the pen
lying next to her feet. Then, as quickly as possible, she bent over and
picked it up. From the commotion of the class, she thought they must
have seen her bare buttocks when she bent over. To hide her
embarrassment, she quickly turned her back on the class and began
writing on the blackboard. But then she heard a noise and another pen
was dropped onto the floor.
"Excuse me, Miss Johnson," it was Jeff, a boy sitting in the front
row, "could you pick that up for me please?" he said with a wicked grin
on his face, and almost the entire class burst out laughing. "Quiet,
Please!" Karen fought back her tears of anger and humiliation, "and you,
you pick it up yourself!" she said to Jeff angrily. Although in the end
Jeff did come out and picked the pen up himself, Karen knew secretly
that her future with this class was now doomed.
