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Miss Pepperidge Ch. 01

By: StoryPal



This is the tale of the adventures of Miss Mandy Pepperidge. The true title of the tale isn't the abbreviated "Miss Pepperidge" shown in the wrapper. Rather, it is "The Adventures and Explorations of Miss Mandy Pepperidge and Her Loyal Companion." The adventurous duo inhabits the world of Templeton College, as described so well and with such charm by author Charles Petersunn. From the perspective of our world, the inhabitants of the Templeton College world appear hopelessly naïve, gullible and inexperienced, with a curious mix of high-minded idealism, respect for authority, a general but not quite universal tendency to feel humiliation, flexibility of attitudes and almost subconscious but open expression of sensual sensitivity. Sexually transmitted diseases are also notably absent from this world. Although all of the students at Templeton College are at least eighteen years old, they are generally inexperienced and exhibit few of the signs of teenage rebellion found in other worlds. From the perspective of inhabitants of the world of Templeton College, though, one must wonder how they would perceive our own idiosyncratic attitudes and practices. An impartial observer would have difficulty determining which perspective was real and which imaginary. Indeed, as described in Robert A. Heinlein's book The Number of the Beast, perhaps all are real. However, none of us seems to be aware of the real existence of the other perspectives and most of us in our world fail to recognize even the possibility that others might think differently from us or that such differences might be acceptable. This is particularly true in our political establishments which go through regular cycles of extremism and intolerance.

Whatever the reality of the multiverse, this tale is presented as a sequel to events previously reported by author Petersunn. Miss Mandy Pepperidge and her colleague Mr. Eric Stratton are professors at Longwood College who attended demonstrations of the New School Method of discipline as practiced at Templeton College. Mr. Jack Peters provided one classroom example, reported in Petersunn's "Disciplining Young Ladies", after which Miss Pamela Harding provided a parallel classroom example, reported in Petersunn's "Disciplining Young Gentlemen." Miss Pepperidge and Mr. Stratton found themselves viscerally involved with the Method during the former and physically involved during the latter. Those reports are recommended reading for those who wish to fully understand the events reported here.

The full adventures of Miss Pepperidge and her loyal companion remain, for the moment, unchronicled. This set (Parts One and Two), the first of their joint adventures, shows how they were thrown together and how they bonded, almost instinctively, to form a highly effective team. Given their prodigious sexual impact, it's surprising that they didn't generate a broader reputation. However, people who experienced the benefits and pleasures of knowing the duo reported that the experiences were so intensely personal and fulfilling that there was never even the hint of a thought of telling anyone about them, with one notable exception. Indeed, the chronicler found it necessary to interview participants multiple times to gather even the limited information reported here.

This tale is presented with Charles Petersunn's kind support and approval, and his significant assistance in the accuracy and appropriate presentation of the realities of the world of Templeton College.

Caution: If you feel uncomfortable with the characteristics of the world of Templeton College, please accept this as a caution. You might prefer to read other stories that are more in line with your interests. Note that this is not intended to imply that you are less than open minded or biased in any way. We just have to recognize that all of us are uncomfortable with the characteristics of some reported worlds and would be well advised not to participate in or read about those worlds. I, for example, have a real problem with the characteristics of the world reported in the "Days of Our Lives" television series and the "Friday the 13th" series of movies. Likewise, we believe that certain news reports and movie presentations are inappropriate for sensitive individuals. We recommend that you select reading material that will stretch at least your mind while giving you pleasure and also recommend that you avoid material that you know will be upsetting or unhappily disturbing to you.

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"Of course I'd like to discuss our report," Mr. Eric Stratton replied to his caller, Miss Mandy Pepperidge. Both were from Longwood College, visiting Templeton College to learn about the New School Method of college discipline. Templeton had achieved an outstanding reputation for instilling good behavior in its students. A side-effect, seldom mentioned in reports, was an increase in the sexual activity of the students. To help Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge understand, Mr. Peters demonstrated the Method with young women (see Disciplining Young Ladies by Charles Petersunn) and Miss Harding demonstrated the Method with young men (see Disciplining Young Gentlemen by Charles Petersunn).

Now Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge had to prepare their report of their experiences. Each had found the experience fascinating and exciting. Indeed, in their private thoughts, each would admit that their experiences were quite stimulating, orgasmicly speaking.

"Why don't you come to my room so we can discuss it?" Miss Pepperidge responded to Mr. Stratton's agreement. "After all, your room will have lots of noise since you're right on the parking lot. My room will be much quieter since it looks out on the park." She had an ulterior motive in her suggestion. After the two experiences with the Method, she had purchased some clothing suitable for possible role-playing. Her new skirt, blouse, tie and Mary Janes approximated the uniform expected of female students at Templeton but were a bit more enticing. Actually, they were more than a bit more enticing. Her skirt was considerably shorter than regulation, showing off her long, shapely legs and creamy thighs. Her blouse, while white and unadorned like a regulation blouse, had a more open neck and was quite fitted. Indeed, it couldn't be buttoned any higher than the mid-point between her womanly breasts. Her Mary Janes conformed to school standards but Miss Pepperidge wasn't worried much about those. With her skirt as short as it was, nobody would waste much time trying to see underneath in the reflection from her highly reflective shoes.

"I'll be delighted," Mr. Stratton agreed. "I'll be there in a few minutes."

Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge had discussed the Method over dinner earlier and had had some disagreement about the balance of the three key factors. Both understood the need for pain and pleasure in the Method but Miss Pepperidge didn't seem to understand the humiliation aspect. Mr. Stratton hoped that their discussion would make that clear to her.

Miss Pepperidge awaited Mr. Stratton's arrival with eager nervousness. Would he appreciate her school uniform? Would he agree to some role-playing? Or would he be as stiffly proper as he usually was at Longwood? His participation in the Method demonstrations gave her some hope, but this meeting wouldn't be under the control of either Mr. Peters or Miss Harding. She hoped that they would prepare a good report. She hoped even more that she would get some release beyond the pleasure of her own hand. Masturbation was fine many times, particularly when she had an appreciative audience or when no hard, eager penis was available. But with all the stimulation of the classroom demonstrations, which she viewed as a kind of foreplay, she hoped for more. As stimulating as this visit had been, she was quite frustrated.

She mused at her own subterfuge as she waited. The last time she was humiliated was when she entered puberty, years before. Her mother was large-breasted and made sure that Mandy knew what to expect when she entered puberty. In particular, Mandy's mother had stretch marks on her breasts, from when her breasts grew too quickly for her skin. So when Mandy's breasts started to grow, Mandy and her mother made sure that the rapidly budding breasts were carefully massaged and coated with cocoa butter every day. Mandy's breasts quickly outgrew all of her classmates' breasts, arousing considerable jealousy. Her classmates teased her unmercifully about her freakish breasts and funny smell, and Mandy felt quite humiliated.

Mandy's mother, however, explained the classmates' jealousy and suggested that Mandy could choose whether she would feel humiliated or not. In fact, her mother suggested that Mandy should stand straight and proud of her natural endowment. She could pay attention to her own feelings and decide for herself what was right for her. Mandy recognized that humiliation was a feeling of inadequacy imposed by others and promptly ignored her classmates' teasing. She also noticed how much her growing breasts fascinated the boys in her school. She decided she liked being admired and experimented with ways of being admired even more. Only when the teachers told her to wear less revealing clothing did she recognize that she should temper her enjoyment of having an audience with enough restraint to be afforded a reputation of respect. Indeed, she discovered that the reputation of respect made it all the more enjoyable when she decided to please her audience. After her breasts finished their dramatic burst of growth, she was delighted that the cocoa butter had worked. Her bountiful breasts were flawless.

All in all, Miss Pepperidge knew that she would never feel the humiliation recommended by Mr. Peters. However, if Mr. Stratton wanted to expose her in the pursuit of humiliation, she would happily help. Without realizing his contribution to her pleasure, he would help her to get an audience. She would simply enjoy being exposed and hopefully fondled, while he tried to help her feel humiliation.

Mr. Stratton knocked on the door. Miss Pepperidge had it open before he could knock a second time.

"Come on in, Eric," she invited with a smile, holding the door wide so he could see her uniform.

His eyes widened as he involuntarily scanned her from head to toe and back. He knew she was an attractive woman but the vision before him inspired him instantly, including an immediate crowding in his trousers.

While her skirt, blouse and shoes were suggestive of the Templeton uniform for female students, they were much more provocative. The skirt was almost ten inches shorter than the standard, showing off Miss Pepperidge's long, shapely legs and creamy white thighs in eye-boggling style. Mr. Stratton couldn't help thinking that the skirt would show what was underneath with the slightest movement. How could he get her to move to test out the thought? Her blouse, unlike the usual shapeless uniform blouse, was tailored to fit her torso and large breasts perfectly. There was no pulling at the buttons from strain, but there was also no slack in the fit. It was as though her skin and the blouse were one. While he had always appreciated her erect posture and Amazon-like figure, always appearing so magnificent and proud, this outfit showed her glories most wonderfully. It was true that she seemed to have wardrobe malfunctions with other outfits, from time to time, glimpses of various parts of her anatomy that he treasured mightily, both in memory and fantasy. But with this outfit, he appreciated her figure and especially her breasts more than ever before.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Mr. Stratton asked once he could tear his gaze from Miss Pepperidge's casual display of enticing femininity. He wondered briefly about her smile when he finally met her level gaze.

"Dressed like what?" Miss Pepperidge asked innocently. She backed into the room so he could get a better view. The stodgy Mr. Stratton might need some visual stimulation to get him going. Mr. Stratton closed the door and looked her up and down again. "When we talked about our report over dinner, it was obvious that we had different perceptions about the Method and how it would be properly used. For example, I didn't see any humiliation in most of the examples we discussed but you saw lots. And you thought the young women should be more involved in the Method while I wasn't sure what that would accomplish."

"Well, yes, we did disagree like that," Mr. Stratton admitted. In particular, he wanted to find some way in the Method to have female students pay active attention to a male disciplinarian no matter who was being disciplined. He did, though, want the attention to be instigated by the student so that he could feign innocence in the ever-so-pleasant encounters. "But what does that have to do with what you're wearing?"

"Why, Eric, I thought it would be obvious. For many of our disagreements, a little role-playing should answer our questions quickly. Surely you wouldn't mind if we practiced parts of the Method so we could experience the related feelings first hand." While they talked, and Mr. Stratton looked her up and down several times, Miss Pepperidge performed her own visual check. Mr. Stratton was clearly interested in her suggestions and her outfit, as evidenced by the increasingly prominent bulge in his trousers. That evidence, and the view she had of his boner earlier in the day, gave her hope that her plan might give her some penetrating experiences, and soon. Earlier in the day, Mr. Stratton got an erection during the demonstration of discipline for young ladies. The boner rule required that the owner of a boner had to allow it to be seen. Further, it required that the boner remain hard and that females in the room would help to maintain that hardness. So Miss Pepperidge had a good view of his boner. 

A nearly blinding flash of hope lit Mr. Stratton's world. This could be his way of finding out just how much Miss Pepperidge's skirt would show. And it could all be done in the guise of working on their report. If she would bend over to be spanked, he would clearly see what she had under her skirt. Would she have on regulation panties like Clorette DePasto, something almost but not quite regulation like her skirt and blouse or something else, maybe nothing? Would she agree to that kind of role playing?

Mr. Stratton, for all the impression he gave of being stodgy, was actually quite eager to increase the sexual content of his life. It was just that he was so hesitant, so wary of doing something wrong, that he almost always failed to take risks that might have sexual pay-offs. He was so concerned that someone might reject his sexual desires that he had developed fantasies of domination where women couldn't object to his attentions. That just reinforced the shame he felt in his fear of being rejected, so the humiliation aspect of the Method felt like a personal threat. But if Miss Pepperidge could be convinced to be the subject of an experiment, she would have to cooperate. And then she couldn't reject him.

"Yes, I guess that does make sense, Mandy," Mr. Stratton agreed, trying not to show too much of his eagerness. He was concerned about his erection, which showed his eagerness in a tangible way in the bulge it made in his trousers. He hoped, if she noticed, that she would be interested in touching it. On the other hand, he feared the rejection he might suffer if she found his erection offensive. He didn't realize that the conflict of these feelings had him pumping his hips forward and back, ever so slightly, which drew attention to the bulge in question. "What did you have in mind?" He hoped she would volunteer to be disciplined so he could find out quickly what was under her skirt. If she didn't volunteer, he'd have to find a way to introduce the subject and talk her into it.

"We saw the boy's Method today," Miss Pepperidge suggested coyly. "Maybe we could follow up on that while it's fresh in our minds." She knew she wanted to be spanked, and soon, but didn't want to seem too eager. After all, Mr. Stratton was pretty stodgy for his age and she didn't want to shock him. That was part of her reason for her camouflaged masturbation in the session earlier in the day (see Disciplining Young Gentlemen). "The boy's attire isn't that much different from what you're wearing." She smiled warmly to encourage him to consider himself as a subject.

Fear shot through Mr. Stratton's gut. As much as he wanted to have his male member involved in tender handling by someone of the opposite sex, preferably someone incredibly sexy like Miss Pepperidge or maybe even someone nubile like one of the students, he didn't relish the idea of being spanked. Granted, it had been surprisingly stimulating when he followed the requirements of the boner rule earlier but it might be very different to be the direct subject of the Method. No, that wouldn't do. "I think we should take them in order, as they were presented to us," he countered Miss Pepperidge's suggestion. "In fact, we have an obvious reason for applying discipline and should follow that through before we make up any other exercises." He stuck his neck out, a long way for him with his cautious nature. But he had to do something to divert her from trying to spank him.

"Whatever do you mean?" Miss Pepperidge smiled and tilted her head with the question. She knew of at least four rule violations in her attire, two of which were still unknown to Mr. Stratton. Maybe he had the gumption to spank her after all.

"It's your skirt, Mandy," Mr. Stratten responded. "It's clearly not in line with the knee length required of co-eds here. I seem to recall Mr. Peters talking about using the New School Method to enforce the dress code." In fact, Mr. Stratton couldn't remember any such thing, but he was so eager to find out what was under Miss Pepperidge's skirt that he was willing to make the claim and see if he could get away with it.

"I guess that's true, Eric," Miss Pepperidge acknowledged. She actually didn't remember Mr. Peters making any such claim, but she was more than willing to go along. "OK, I'll be the first subject. You can take your turn later." She really didn't care if he took his turn or not, she just wanted to be spanked and stroked just like Mr. Peters had stroked Clorette. Maybe if she got lucky, Mr. Stratton would go beyond that. "What would you like me to do?"

Mr. Stratton, of course, was so involved in his desire to see under Miss Pepperidge's skirt and to use the Method to get his own gratification that he completely failed to notice how willing, even eager, Miss Pepperidge was to begin the experience. His hard-on was almost painful even in the relative freedom of his boxers. The problem was that he hadn't had an opportunity to adjust it to a more comfortable position since he had arrived at her door. As soon as he could, he would adjust it more comfortably.

"I guess you should come over here to the desk and reach to the back edge," Mr. Stratton suggested. He kept his tone tentative even though his desire was much more intense than the tone indicated. Ever cautious, Mr. Stratton was ready to argue that it was just a possibility rather than a suggestion or an order. His stomach did flip-flops even in the brief time before Miss Pepperidge responded.

Yes! Miss Pepperidge was elated that she would be the first subject. Ever since she thought, the day before, of her missed public bare-butt spanking, she had been eager for this. "Should I move the chair out of the way?" It looked like her position would be a little awkward with the chair under the desk, even though it was a small chair like those used in lots of motels.

"No, I think you should lean over the chair to grasp the back of the desk," Mr. Stratton suggested. "You remember that both Mr. Peters and Miss Harding wanted the subject to have an elevated bottom for proper appearance and availability." He didn't include his thoughts that elevating her butt would give him an even better look under her skirt. Would she actually comply?


Miss Pepperidge Ch. 01



Miss Pepperidge moved to grasp the desk as directed. The desk was small so her position wasn't really that awkward, but she bent over as far as she could, feeling the cool air of the room on her butt and pressing her big breasts onto the desk-top. She hoped Mr. Stratton enjoyed the visual treat as much as she anticipated revealing it. The excitement of what was to come already had her so involved that she felt the moisture gathering in her cunnie.

Mr. Stratton sat on the edge of the bed to improve his angle of view of Miss Pepperidge's butt. As soon as he did so, he realized that he didn't really need to improve the angle at all. Her tiny pink panties were definitely not regulation and were completely displayed in back by her position. Indeed, without even flipping her skirt up over her back, he saw the waist band of the panties across her bottom, their brief coverage showing a little of her rear cleavage.

When he looked closer, he saw the outline of her engorged cunnie lips and the touch of dampness between them. The panties were tiny, tight and very non-regulation. He quickly adjusted the position of his hard-on inside his boxers. He was tempted to pull it out so it would be ready if he had an opportunity to use it with Miss Pepperidge's receptiveness. The only reason he didn't was that it wouldn't take long to get it out if the situation arose.

Actually, the other reasons were his caution and fear. Even at this time, with this delightful view, he was extremely cautious. Mr. Stratton's caution was so ingrained, so much a part of his normal behavior, that he often pursued sexual images though porn sites on the internet. It wasn't that he had no success with women, at least that's what he told himself, it was that he could fuel his imagination with pictures and stories found on the web more than he could from his actual experience. And this view of Miss Pepperidge's glorious behind was so much more entrancing, so much more exciting than any pictures he had seen on the web. There's just something about seeing real skin that's so much better than pictures. He steeled himself to stay in the role play she had agreed to.

"Mandy, it seems that we have another reason for you to receive discipline," he observed. "Your panties are definitely not regulation."

"No, I guess they're not," Miss Pepperidge admitted. She didn't even try to suppress her smile since he couldn't see her face from his point of view anyway. She had chosen those panties very carefully and pulled them as tightly as she could to show off her cunnie. "I guess I didn't think that you would see them. Will I have to be spanked for that, too?" She hoped so but tried to make her question sound innocent, reluctant and inciting at the same time.

Mr. Stratton was so involved in his own desires that he completely missed the inconsistency of her agreeing to be the subject of discipline, wearing a short skirt with non-regulation panties, and claiming that she didn't think he would see her panties. He just wanted to get his hands on her bottom and cunnie. Well, he wanted to get more contact with her than that but his hands would be a wonderful start. He moved to stand beside her and flipped her skirt up over her back. The change didn't really show more of her panties but it did give him a wonderful view of her narrow waist with the flair of her hips and shapely cheeks. Hoping she wouldn't object, he placed his hand on the flat of her back and caressed her bare skin from one hip to the other. When she didn't object, he pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, the position indicated by Mr. Peters as the right one for portions of the Method. This was the bravest thing he had done all evening and he braced himself for her possible objection. It would be so great to just pull out his boner and stuff it in her moist love-box. But that wasn't in the script, at least for the moment.

As he bent over to position her panties, he found himself looking directly at her beautifully displayed bottom and cunnie. Her cheeks were as smooth and soft appearing as he imagined Clorette's were the day before, even though he only saw hers from the back of the room. Miss Pepperidge's cheeks, on the other hand, were right there, looking gloriously rounded, smooth and touchable. Her lower lips looked delicious, swollen with apparent desire and glistening with her juices of arousal. He breathed deeply, taking in her arousing aroma, a heady delight to his senses that left him feeling dizzy.

Struggling to remain in control, Mr. Stratton stood next to Miss Pepperidge's hip and laid a hand on her derriere, as he had seen Mr. Peters do. Her skin felt as delightfully soft to his touch as he hoped it might and he softly stroked it, savoring the feeling. He let his fingers wander between her cheeks to lightly touch and tickle her rosebud, then caressed lower to lightly follow the outlines of her lower lips. Her lack of objection made him feel even braver.

Miss Pepperidge tingled with Mr. Stratton's touches and her exposure to his eyes and fingers. When he pulled her panties down, she spread her legs to follow Mr. Peters' Method and hold the panties at mid-thigh. This was great fun but seemed an awful lot of teasing. She felt her frustration grow. His hand felt good on her butt and more so as he softly explored her rosebud and lips, but she wanted him to get on with the spanking. What would she do if all he wanted was to touch her? How could she encourage him to move a little faster?

"Eric, I know that Mr. Peters took his time to get to the spanking but I think that was because he kept explaining the Method," Miss Pepperidge commented. "Are you reviewing his description in your mind?"

Mr. Stratton froze with her comment. Was she criticizing his touch? No, it seemed that she wanted him to get to the discipline part. He would have to be more careful about caressing her. He removed his hand from her pussy and gave a couple of light slaps on her butt.

Pat. Pat.

"What was that, Eric?" Miss Pepperidge asked. If he thought that was a spanking, he would be a lost cause.

"I'm sorry, Mandy," Mr. Stratton replied. His caution had returned in full force, manifest as fear. He was nervous about striking her and hoped she wasn't upset with him. "I thought you should be spanked a little so we could experience the Method better."

"Eric, the three aspects of the Method are pleasure, pain and humiliation," she reminded him. "How can we experience the Method if we don't experience all three aspects? Those pats hardly qualified as pain."

Mr. Stratton couldn't believe his ears. She actually encouraged him to spank her for real. Or was she fooling? No, she must want him to go through all aspects of the Method. He didn't mind. Indeed, the thought of turning her smooth butt cheeks red excited him. He overrode his fear to try again.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Miss Pepperidge jumped with surprise when Mr. Stratton actually spanked her. It didn't sting much but at least it was better than those silly pats. She jumped and moved her butt from side to side.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Mr. Stratton tried to spank Miss Pepperidge harder but was still afraid to be too vigorous. She encouraged him to do it right but he was still afraid. Still, with the first real swats, she waved her butt at him as though inviting more. When he gave her more, her butt reddened just slightly and she wiggled some more. Did she want a real spanking?

He rested his hand on her butt and began to stroke her anus and cunnie some more. "Is that what you meant, Mandy?" he asked. "I don't want to cause you any more pain than necessary."

"Don't be silly, Eric," she remonstrated. "How can we understand the Method if we don't apply it properly, using all three facets? Those swats were more like a spanking but didn't cause much pain. So far, I've experienced a little pleasure from your touching me and a little pain from the spanking but I think the Method calls for more intensity of both. And remember that we agreed to try this because I couldn't understand the humiliation part. I haven't felt any humiliation in what we've done so far."

She really wanted more! And she really wanted to be spanked! And she said that she felt pleasure in his touch! This was better than he had hoped! Mr. Stratton put more energy into his efforts.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Miss Pepperidge jumped with each of the swats. It felt like Mr. Stratton was finally serious about spanking her. This was more like it. Now if he would keep it up for a while and give her some more pleasure in his touches, she'd be well on her way to having a really good time. She wriggled her butt some more.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Mr. Stratton gave it a good effort in two sequences of swats, trying to make each one sting. Miss Pepperidge's butt wriggled so nicely with each sequence and reddened delightfully, so much so that he began to appreciate the benefits of spanking even more. If she would let him, he would turn her butt really red and see how she liked it. But in the mean time, she had indicated that she felt some pleasure but would like more. He'd have to fix that quickly.

He rested his hand on her butt again but stroked more firmly this time. He just tickled her anus, keeping his touch there light for the time being. But when he touched her labia, he stroked them more firmly. He reached with both hands to pull the labia slightly apart and stroke around them. When she wriggled in response, he continued his touch and even explored slightly inside, just a little. Then he progressed with one hand to find and stroke her clit. She seemed to press back against his hand in encouragement. Emboldened by her responsiveness, he tickled her rosebud with one finger, stirred just inside her pussy lips with another and stimulated her clit with a third.

Finally! Miss Pepperidge sighed with relief and pleasure, happy that Mr. Stratton had finally decided to get serious about this role-play. He kind of fumbled, as though he didn't really know what to do, but it was much better than his earlier, tentative touches. She finally got to experience some pleasure beyond a little teasing and hoped he would continue.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Yes!" Miss Pepperidge exclaimed involuntarily. Realizing that she had spoken out loud, she quickly stopped herself from saying any more. But maybe it was good that she had spoken. If Mr. Stratton realized that she wanted more, even in the guise of role-playing, maybe she wouldn't have to coach him through it all. His resumed touches on her butt and cunnie were more to her liking. God, if he kept this up, she wouldn't have to think of him as a fumbling innocent any more. She could only hope.

Miss Pepperidge seemed to be enjoying this. Mr. Stratton continued to stroke her delicate parts, observing that she liked some touches more than others. And had he heard correctly? Had she exclaimed her approval with his last set of swats on her butt? Even with its adjusted position inside his trousers, his hard-on begged for release or at least to be removed from its confinement. That would have to wait a little while longer.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

This set was the most stinging so far. Miss Pepperidge thrilled with the combination of pleasure and pain, almost the perfect balance for her. She still didn't feel humiliated, which was no surprise to her. She didn't think she would, but she was going to milk the situation for all it was worth. She wriggled her butt some more and tried to lift her bottom to make it a better, more appealing target.

"Is that more like it, Mandy?" Mr. Stratton asked as he continued to work his fingers around her clit and pussy. Would she agree to more? He hoped so but was afraid that she might stop the exercise.

"It's getting better, Eric," she answered. "I'm experiencing some pain and pleasure. I think that more of both would be in order. But I don't feel any humiliation. Do you think we're trying hard enough? Or are we missing something?" She bit her lip, wondering if she had been too obvious in asking for more. But Mr. Stratton seemed much more oblivious to subtle hints than the other men she had dated. Well, the words were out. She'd find out quickly enough if he was observant or not.

"That's a good point," Mr. Stratton commented thoughtfully, still caressing her pussy and clit with his fingers. He paused, supposedly thinking for a few moments but actually enjoying his pastime of caressing Miss Pepperidge. "Maybe we should ask Mr. Peters about it. We might be missing something." He really thought that telling someone else about their activity might cause some humiliation for Miss Pepperidge. And forcing her to agree might cause even more.

What a doofus! Miss Pepperidge thought the suggestion was silly. Still, if Mr. Stratton couldn't come up with a way to complete the exercise, Mr. Peters' help might be worthwhile. "Yes, that might be a good idea. Shall I call him or do you want to?"

"You stay right where you are," Mr. Stratton ordered. He wanted to be able to gaze on her beautiful nether regions and didn't want to give her an excuse to hide anything. "I'll call him. And while I call, you can think about how exposed you are and the humiliation that might come from someone else seeing you like that."

What a splendid idea! Miss Pepperidge kept her face away from Mr. Stratton and grinned. Someone else seeing her sounded like such a delightful idea that she wondered if she could coach him to make it happen. She sighed when he removed his hand but remained silent while he made the call.

Mr. Stratton dialed the number for Mr. Peters' home. "Hi, Mr. Peters, this is Eric Stratton." He paused while Mr. Peters greeted him. "Yes. Miss Pepperidge and I are discussing our report of the New School Method and we've run into a disagreement." After another pause, he continued. "Yes, we are trying to make it experiential rather than theoretical. In fact, I'm looking at Miss Pepperidge's bare bottom right now. It's red from the spanking I've given it. The problem is that she's experiencing the pain and pleasure but not the humiliation. We hoped you could give us some suggestions that might help."

There. The cat was out of the bag. Mr. Stratton hoped that Mr. Peters wouldn't tell them to stop what they were doing and meet with him for a discussion. He really wanted to continue the exercise. If only there were a way to introduce the required humiliation.

Miss Pepperidge smiled as she listened to Mr. Stratton's side of the conversation. Apparently, Mr. Peters had asked the right question and seemed supportive of the experiential approach. What would happen if Mr. Stratton couldn't make it work? Would Mr. Peters help? He was ever so much more experienced, and based on his spanking of the girls in his class, maybe it would be good to talk with him. What would he do if she invited some role-play? That might be a good idea no matter how this evening turned out.

"Yes, I think we can do that," Mr. Stratton said, responding to something Mr. Peters must have suggested. "How long should that take?" He paused briefly, again listening. "Good, I think we can do that. Yes, we'll be sure to tell you about our results." He hung up the phone.

"What did he say?" Miss Pepperidge asked. She was eager to hear and wondered what Mr. Stratton had committed them to do.

"He said we should continue as before, but we should open the window curtains and the door first," Mr. Stratton explained. "Maybe the possibility of increased exposure will give the humiliation that should be part of the Method. And just in case that's not enough, he's going to make a couple of phone calls. If he can, he'll send over someone who might be able to help."

"Who did he have in mind?" Miss Pepperidge was curious and even eager. Potential exposure was one thing, and quite nice, but almost certain exposure was much better. Her pussy tingled with anticipation. "And what was his answer when you asked how long it would take?"

"He just said that we should continue and that his calls shouldn't take long at all," Mr. Stratton explained. He watched Miss Pepperidge's butt wriggle some more, eager to get back to touching and spanking it. "Do you think we should follow his suggestion?" Nervous and fearful again, he wanted her agreement to proceed.

"If we're going to understand the Method, I don't see that we have any choice," she responded. In fact, she wanted to stop talking and get on with it. But she could pretend to be guided by their analysis of the Method rather than motivated by the sexual excitement she really wanted. If he would just get busy and do something, that would be so much better.

Mr. Stratton moved quickly to the window and opened the curtains. They couldn't see anyone outside, but they were on the park side of the complex, not on the parking lot side. He also opened the door and propped it so it would stay open.

Miss Pepperidge looked out of the window, hoping to see someone passing by. An audience at any time would be really nice. But she realized that her audience was coming. She remembered the bronze sculptures that were in a few places around the park. One was at the top of a hillock not far from her room. Wouldn't it be neat if that grouping were real people, watching her?

Mr. Stratton looked at how the room was arranged and realized that something was positioned wrongly. "Mandy, I think we need to move the desk. It's right under the window so nobody would have a chance of seeing your lovely behind. Let's put the desk so your bottom is visible to anyone outside the window or the door."

What a wonderful idea! When Mr. Peters' people arrived, whoever they were, she'd be on obvious display. If only the figures in the bronze sculpture grouping were real people, she'd be on display immediately! Miss Pepperidge stood and they moved the desk as he suggested. Motels seemed to have two choices for avoiding losses to theft. One was to use heavy furniture that would be difficult to remove. The other was to use cheap, light furniture that wouldn't be worth removing and was easy to replace. This desk and chair were in the latter category. So with one of them on each side, it took only a moment to move the desk and position the chair to ensure that her bottom was raised. She didn't know how long it would take for Mr. Peters' people to arrive but she hoped that Mr. Stratton could fill the time with more spanking and fondling. It would be so good if her butt could be rosy red from spanking by the time the others arrived. Her panties fell to her ankles as she helped to move the desk. She resumed her position over the desk, with her butt to the window and door. Would Mr. Stratton adjust her panties or leave them around her ankles?

Mr. Stratton moved to stand beside her, then flipped her skirt up to reveal her butt completely again. He knelt behind her and lifted her panties to mid-thigh. She spread her legs to hold her panties in place. He gazed at her bottom and her cunnie lips, right in front of his face. What a delightful aroma! How delicious it all looked. He indulged himself and leaned to lick her lower lips, probing briefly with his tongue and gathering a good taste of her juices.

"Oh, Eric, what are you doing?" Miss Pepperidge sighed. It wasn't that she objected. Indeed, she so enjoyed the shocking pleasure of his tongue that she wanted to know what he did so she could encourage more. Not being able to see your own pussy was one of the disadvantages of being fondled while leaning over a desk.

Mr. Stratton pulled back, suddenly and guiltily. His prick felt like it might wilt from shame but it remained hard and eager. He didn't think she would object but somehow she could tell that he wasn't just touching her like he had earlier. Was the softness in her voice because she liked it? Or was she about to berate him for touching her unacceptably? It was so amazing that she let him get away with touching her, down there, that he was afraid to do anything that might jeopardize his pleasure. "Nothing, Mandy," he lied. He stood.




Miss Pepperidge Ch. 01



Damn! It had felt like he licked her pussy. That would have been so great. But he claimed he didn't do anything. Could she figure out a way to let him know she liked it? She opened her mouth to speak when he . . .

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

He gave her several stinging swats to cover for his error and to distract her from thinking about it. His excitement didn't need any distractions. Her sigh told him he had made a good move. It was good that she seemed to enjoy his touch as much as she did. She even seemed to like the spanking although he would have been humiliated by it. Why didn't that humiliate her? How could he help her experience the required humiliation? Thinking about some of the porn he had viewed and read, he thought of something. It was a giant, scary step, but it worked in a lot of the stuff he viewed on the internet.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"You're nothing but a slut!" he accused. "You're a worthless whore who doesn't deserve my attention or the effort I'm putting into this punishment." He continued his spanking as he talked as dirty to her as he could imagine. "A slut whore like you has no fucking idea about how to follow the rules and behave appropriately." His dirty talk was a bit weak, since he had no experience with such, but he was winging it with more than a little desperation. "When you realize just how bad you are, you'll have a chance to stop being such a dirty slut." His mouth kept going even though he had run out of ideas about what he could say.

"Eric, why are you saying that?" Miss Pepperidge objected. She tried to keep her voice soft and inquiring, but this was a real objection. Why had he suddenly turned so vicious?

Mr. Stratton quickly tried to imagine something that would get him off of this hook. Had he totally blown it? Insults seemed like such a good way to humiliate someone. Miss Pepperidge apparently didn't like this any more than she liked his tongue. He decided to play it straight. "You're having trouble feeling any humiliation," he explained. "I thought maybe some dirty talk with the spanking would help." In the moment, he felt like a wimp, trying to justify what he had said. Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut.

"But I'm not a slut and I'm not a whore," she said thoughtfully, swaying her hips to encourage his hand caressing her behind. "I can't feel humiliated if the descriptions don't fit. Still, you might have a good idea. Maybe you can tell me something else while you're spanking and touching me, something that will be humiliating without being insulting." She knew what she'd like him to say but she didn't intend to coach him any more than necessary. On the other hand, what she wanted to hear would be exciting rather than humiliating. Hell, she never felt humiliated anyway, not since she went through puberty. But admitting that would put a damper on the whole proceeding. She could only hope that things he thought to say as humiliation would actually be exciting.

"Like what?" he asked. He felt like he already had two strikes against him and didn't want a third. He actually shook with his fear. But he held himself together, even if barely so, trying not to let his fear show in his voice.

"I don't know," she answered. "Think of something and give it a try. I promise I won't be upset with you, as long as it's not insulting. After all, we're learning this together."

Mr. Stratton continued caressing her derriere and cunnie while he thought about it. Then another inspiration struck. Mr. Peters had told them to open the drapes and door. That was a good clue. He continued to stroke and fondle her while he spoke. "Think about it, Mandy. While I'm playing with your pussy and spanking you, even touching your anus, your bare behind is fully visible to anyone walking by your room." He touched each part while he spoke, making each touch definite and intrusive to the point that he penetrated her pussy and her anus, just a little and each with different fingers, of course. His fear was extreme since he had to acknowledge how he was touching her as he spoke. But hadn't she asked for it? "Your shameful exposure is there for everyone to see. And they can hear the slapping sound of your spanking." That should be much better! That should humiliate her. And if she was humiliated, he wouldn't have to worry about anything.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Miss Pepperidge nearly swooned with his descriptions and actions. This was exactly what she wanted to hear and experience. Well, the reference to being shameful was hopelessly wide of the mark since she didn't feel shamed in the least. But she could ignore the occasional inapplicable word and enjoy the rest. To hell with the Method, this was the beginning of her fantasy. "Oh, Eric, that's good," she cooed enthusiastically, wriggling her butt to encourage him. "Do and say more."

Mr. Stratton was delighted and more than a little relieved. He became even more enthusiastic in his invasive touches and descriptions of how she was exposed. His boner strained at his shorts and trousers, eager to become involved in all the touching. This was so exciting!

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Tracy Flick was the first of the students to arrive. She tiptoed up to the window, wondering what she would see. Miss Harding had suggested that Tracy should take the lead, as an extra credit assignment, in helping Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge with the Method. Other students would be arriving soon, contacted by either Mr. Peters or Miss Harding at Mr. Peters suggestion, and Tracy wanted to do the best she could. It would be so good to lead a group of students in giving discipline to the two visiting professors. Well, she was actually supposed to help Miss Pepperidge to understand the humiliation facet of the Method but if any opportunity arose to see and touch Mr. Stratton's large cock, Tracy intended to seize the moment. Maybe, if she were lucky, she would seize the moment and the penis. That would be so cool. Waiting for the other students, she watched eagerly through the window.

Miss Pepperidge really had an amazing pussy. Her labia were larger and puffier than any Tracy had seen. Indeed, they seemed open and eager for Mr. Stratton's fingers, which he pumped in and out from time to time. He also stroked her clitoris rather vigorously. From Tracy's perspective, it looked like Miss Pepperidge enjoyed everything Mr. Stratton did, from his thumb pushing on her anus to his fingers pumping her pussy and another finger stroking her clit. She even seemed to enjoy the spanking. Tracy looked closer and saw that Miss Pepperidge's butt was quite red. Apparently, Mr. Stratton had been spanking her vigorously for some time.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

Yes, Miss Pepperidge did enjoy it, and visibly so. Even though she wasn't in the doorway, Tracy could hear her moans of pleasure and her encouraging comments to Mr. Stratton. Well, if the spanking and touching didn't cause any humiliation, Tracy would have to come up with something better. Maybe more exposure in a more public area would work. She thought about possibilities as other students arrived to watch and listen.

Mr. Stratton got a funny feeling, just after another round of spanking Miss Pepperidge. He glanced at the window and door and was shocked to see a crowd of students at both, watching everything he did with Miss Pepperidge. He stopped his efforts momentarily, his immediate reaction being to hide in shame. He pushed on the bulge in his trousers as though he could hide it. Then he realized that this must be the help Mr. Peters promised. The watching students might give Miss Pepperidge the humiliation she needed. He resumed, stroking, poking and prodding so the audience could see.

"Mandy, lots of people might walk past your open door and window and see how exposed you are. They'll see your eager pussy, wide open for fondling. In fact, there are a lot of students there right now. Turn and look behind you."

Miss Pepperidge followed his instructions, straining around to catch a glimpse behind her. When she saw the smiling students at the door, she gasped. Of course Mr. Stratton would think that she was finally humiliated. But her gasp was one of excitement. She finally had an audience, a real audience! She peeked around the other side and saw the crowd at the window. Even better! It looked like there might be almost a dozen people watching. And they were seeing her butt, her pussy! It was wonderful! "Don't stop, Eric," she ordered. "We can't let anything get in the way of the Method."

Mr. Stratton had to agree. After all, they still had to produce a report. He increased his efforts, fondling and spanking Miss Pepperidge like never before. He ignored the student audience only with difficulty. He felt a little humiliation of his own, spanking and fondling Miss Pepperidge with such a crowd watching, and students at that. But she was the one who was really exposed. He still had his trousers on, even though his hard-on made a significant bulge in the front. His fear left him glad that his boner was sheathed. Even so, he wondered if some nubile student could be encouraged to touch him.

Tracy noticed Mr. Stratton's hesitation and finalized her scheme. She knew what she wanted to do. She gathered all the students around, noticing that all, including her, were at least 18 years old, and explained part of her plan. Then she gathered the girls and explained a little more. She realized that she should think of them as women but had the habit, developed over years of being in school, of thinking of herself and the other female students as girls. She looked around the park, noticing the sculpture grouping on the hillock a short distance away. What would Miss Pepperidge and Mr. Stratton think if there were real people there, watching, instead of bronze sculptures? Would they be humiliated, excited or both? With her planning and surveying complete, she went to the door and into the room.

"Mr. Stratton, Miss Pepperidge," she announced, "Mr. Peters and Miss Harding asked us to help you with the Method. But I think it will work better if we were all outside. Would you like to come outside and continue?" She had never talked to a professor like this before and found the experience delicious. Tracy was, after all, more than just a suck-up. While she was highly motivated by opportunities to gain the approval of people in authority, particularly professors like Mr. Peters and Miss Harding, she was also eager to be recognized as the natural leader she believed herself to be. She would take charge and make this a discipline session to remember.

Miss Pepperidge had responded so nicely to his talk about exposure that Mr. Stratton quickly agreed to move outside. He hesitated, of course, finding it vaguely disquieting to have students observe his actions. OK, so disquieting wasn't the right word. But if Miss Pepperidge could agree to be disciplined outdoors and was so much more exposed than he, how could he argue? Indeed, if he could find a way to convince one of the girls to handle his handle, he would be quite happy with a little more exposure himself.

Miss Pepperidge, of course, could think of no better way to escalate her experience. She agreed, thinking of her favorite line from Song of the South, "Pleeeeease don't throw me in that briar patch."

When they were outside, Miss Pepperidge moving with some difficulty as she tried to keep her panties around her thighs, they looked to Tracy for direction. She seemed so much in charge that they welcomed her leadership.

"My, Miss Pepperidge, that skirt is really short, isn't it?" Tracy prompted. She was quite surprised to see a professor in such a short version of the skirt that was the school uniform for female students. Maybe Tracy would shorten some of her skirts, not quite to that level but still shorter than they were. If someone asked her, she could say she was a growing girl and the skirts just seemed shorter.

"Yes, Tracy, I suppose that's why I'm being disciplined," Miss Pepperidge agreed with a smile. It was good to keep the parameters of the exercise in focus.

"And your panties seem to be a bit beyond the acceptable standard as well," Tracy continued. She really thought she'd like to have a pair like that, even though she'd never dare wear them to class. Well, maybe she would wear them to class, some days, and be very careful that they weren't seen. Or at least that they weren't seen unless she wanted them to be.

"Yes, that's true," Miss Pepperidge agreed again. Tracy was taking the action in a good direction. Miss Pepperidge hoped she would hurry.

The students surrounding them snickered with the interchange. They all hoped to humiliate a professor and it seemed such a good start to have Miss Pepperidge admit that her clothing was inappropriate.

The boys, in particular, wanted Tracy to get on with her plan to have Miss Pepperidge get naked in front of them. After all, Miss Pepperidge was quite attractive and they had really enjoyed seeing her private parts. All of the boys, in fact, had bulges in their trousers. What boy wouldn't, seeing such a woman receive the kinds of attention she had received, literally, at Mr. Stratton's hands. Most of the boys already entertained fantasies that they would be able to do what Mr. Stratton had done. A couple of them couldn't help comparing Miss Pepperidge with Miss Harding. Both were quite exciting, with big boobs, pretty faces, shapely butts and long, lovely legs. Miss Harding's blond curls were clearly different from Miss Pepperidge's brown, wavy hair. And Miss Pepperidge was younger than Miss Harding. Better yet, Miss Pepperidge was a little exotic because she was from another school and none of the boys had seen her before this visit. All of the boys were hopeful and expectant that they might be able to see and touch the visiting professor's provocative parts, just as they frequently fantasized about sexual performances with and by Miss Harding.

The girls also wanted to have Tracy get on with her plan. They knew about a part the boys didn't know about. They all saw the bulges in the boys' pants, and the bulge in Mr. Stratton's pants. They were eager for the boner rule to come into play, or at least the version of the boner rule that Tracy had in mind.

"I think it would be best, Miss Pepperidge, if you were to remove your skirt and panties entirely," Tracy suggested, as though the thought just occurred to her. Actually, it was just another part of her plan. "And since your blouse isn't quite regulation, either, it should come off as well."

"Why yes, I do see what you mean," Miss Pepperidge agreed with a smile. While Tracy had seemed an extreme suck-up in class, Miss Pepperidge liked her more and more, particularly because of the way she was taking charge. Miss Pepperidge removed her skirt and panties slowly and deliberately, bending and turning so everyone could get a good view of her private parts. Of course, everyone there had seen them just a few minutes before. But Miss Pepperidge enjoyed putting on a show. As she turned, she looked happily at the bulges in each of the five pairs of trousers around her. It was so nice to be appreciated and to have five visible bulges in her honor. Her earlier impression of an audience of a dozen students was wrong, probably because of the crowding around the window and door. But she was quite pleased with the audience of four boys, five girls and Mr. Stratton. She wobbled a bit as she stepped out of her panties and reached to steady herself. Maybe everyone would think it an accident that her steadying touch happened to put her hand right on Mr. Stratton's sizeable bulge.

Miss Pepperidge's touch shocked Mr. Stratton. He knew about his bulge, of course, and was thrilled with her touch. His thrill was compounded by the feeling that she might have squeezed it as she touched him for balance. Was that possibly true or was he fooling himself with his own desire? True to his nature, he was conflicted by his fear of public exposure and his eager desire to be touched again.

Four jealous boys noticed exactly what Miss Pepperidge touched to catch her balance. Each wished she would use him the same way. The two penises that were previously only partially hard were now fully hard, inspired by the thought of the slender hand of an attractive visiting professor grasping and stroking those very penises.

As Miss Pepperidge removed her blouse, the five hard-ons received additional stimulation. Her bra was not the regulation white cotton armor worn by some of the female students. Rather, it was pink, matching her panties, lacey and almost transparent. And it didn't cover her breasts like student bras did. Instead, it cupped those lovely, large, womanly breasts, as though holding them out for examination and pleasure. The girls noticed the underwiring that helped to give support. The boys noticed that the bra didn't quite cover the areola of her nipples, giving a titillating peek that raised their hopes of seeing more.

"Oh, Miss Pepperidge," Tracy said in a sad but stern voice, "that won't do at all. I guess you didn't know the regulations for students and the kinds of bras that are required. Your bra is definitely not regulation. I'm afraid that you'll have to remove it as well. I hope you don't mind." Tracy had noticed how Miss Pepperidge threw her shoulders back after removing her blouse and was sure that she not only wouldn't mind removing her bra but would probably welcome the opportunity to get even more admiring looks from the man and boys standing there. Indeed, from her reactions so far, Tracy wondered if Miss Pepperidge would ever feel humiliation. Would she be as eager to do even more, for her audience? Tracy guessed that she would be quite willing.

"Of course, Dear," Miss Pepperidge responded, reaching behind to unhook her bra. She definitely liked the way Tracy thought. She felt the loss of support as the bra came lose. But nobody who saw them had ever complained about her breasts, at least none of the men. So she removed her bra completely and stood for everyone to look at her. Her breasts hung just a little lower without the bra, as one might expect for a young woman several years older than the students in the group. After she was eighteen, like these girls, she had graduated, earned her teaching certificate, joined the faculty at Longwood and earned a good reputation as a highly effective teacher. It always amused her that she, in her mid-twenties, had more boys in her classes than was normal for her specialty but she had never objected to boys having crushes on her. She was even aware of the reputation she had for dressing a little more provocatively than other professors. Well, aware was hardly the word since she intentionally dressed that way.

It was amazing and so much fun to give relatively frequent "inadvertent" displays of leg and cleavage. A little less frequently, she had accidents and wardrobe malfunctions that revealed even more. Forgotten panties, bras that didn't quiet cover everything, weak thread on buttons and a little clumsiness could work wonders. Her delighted male students always achieved perfect attendance. It seemed that they didn't want to take the slightest chance of missing one of her little "accidents." She also managed to brush against the male students with her breasts when looking over their shoulders or with her hips while walking between their desks. It was so cute to see the boys leaning into the aisle as she walked. It was even neater that the boys seemed to converge on doorways and try to go through them at the same time she did, making a tactile treat for everyone involved. Miss Pepperidge smiled at the thoughts. Her smile also reflected her happiness that the reactions of the boys here and Mr. Stratton were equally if not more gratifying.




Miss Pepperidge Ch. 02



What has gone before: Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge began with role-playing for the New School Method of discipline. This involved Miss Pepperidge leaning over a desk with her skirt up over her back and her panties around her thighs while Mr. Stratton paddled and fondled her. When she failed to experience the expected humiliation, they called Mr. Peters for suggestions. Mr. Peters, with Miss Harding's help, sent a group of students to provide what assistance they could. After considerable more paddling and fondling, along with Miss Pepperidge having close encounters with each of the boys' hard-ons, the four boys and Mr. Stratton gave Miss Pepperidge a cum bath. During all of this, Miss Pepperidge still didn't experience any humiliation. Instead she experienced an equally, if not more stimulating and troubling frustration and was quite eager to continue the evening.

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Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge remained in the grass for several minutes, Miss Pepperidge naked on her knees and covered with cum, Mr. Stratton standing naked from the waist down with his limp penis hanging in blissful contentment.

"Mandy, did you experience what you wanted?" Mr. Stratton inquired. "Did you feel the humiliation of the Method?" He didn't mention that he felt the humiliation when they opened the door and window to her room, when the students showed up, and when they all moved outside to the park. While his humiliation never abated, rather growing with each development in the situation, he excused it each time with his awareness that at least one other person in the party was more exposed and more vulnerable than he was, at least in his eyes.

She looked up at him, cum dripping slowly down her face. "No, I didn't, Eric," she answered. "I felt the pain of the spanking, which you administered wonderfully. And I felt the pleasure of your touch, stroking my pussy and clit and butt, and particularly teasing my anus. I felt a lot of frustration because I so wanted to have the touches continue into real sex. But I didn't feel any humiliation."

"That's too bad," he mused. "I felt the humiliation and I wasn't even the focus of the discipline. I wanted those coeds but they were students. As a professor, I shouldn't want them. And being out in the open, with Tracy's wonderful mouth on my . . . I'm sorry, Mandy, we were talking about you. Do you want to try something else to experience the humiliation?"

"I'm willing, but it seems like we've just about done everything we can do," she said regretfully. "Why, do you have something in mind?"

"Well, we started with just you and me," he observed. "At Mr. Peters' suggestion, we opened the door and curtains, risking exposure. Then when the students arrived, we moved outside to the grass, risking even more exposure. There might be one more step in that line that might help."

"So tell me about it, don't just stand there," she ordered with a laugh.

"It's still early enough that the shopping mall will be open, and it's only two minutes away," he said. "We could go there with you wearing just your blouse, skirt and shoes. I could spank you there and see if that would help you feel the humiliation. The risk of exposure there would be much higher and less well controlled." He cringed, afraid that she might reject the idea and afraid that she might accept. At the same time he was so hopeful that his hands quivered.

"That's a wonderful idea," she said enthusiastically, jumping to her feet and running toward her room.

Relief flooded Mr. Stratton. She hadn't gotten upset. Better yet, she acted quite enthusiastic about the idea. He grabbed his clothing and followed. By the time he got there, Miss Pepperidge was dressed, just as he suggested in her skirt, blouse, shoes and nothing else. She hadn't bothered to clean off any of the cum so she had multiple wet spots and areas on her blouse, making her nipples almost as visible as if she had been in a wet T-shirt contest. She bounced eagerly from side to side, impatiently watching Mr. Stratton get dressed, apparently unaware of how her bountiful boobs bounced even more. Mr. Stratton dressed just a little more slowly, to enjoy seeing the bouncing boobies and to make sure he didn't fall over because of the delightful distraction.

On the short drive to the mall, Miss Pepperidge happily used one finger at a time to mop drips of cum from her face and hair, sucking her finger for each glob and humming contentedly. Mr. Stratton might be somewhat stodgy but it appeared that he could come through with good suggestions once in a while. She hoped that her enthusiastic response didn't put him off, but this was almost exactly another of her fantasies, one she almost experienced with Larry Kroger. This could turn out to be a great trip after all. By the time they got to the mall, all of the cum blobs were gone from her face and only a few remained in her hair, reminding her of the "Something About Mary" movie. Her blouse was still damp and sticky and she was sure she'd leave a wet spot on the seat of the rental car.

Inside the mall, they found a bench just a little ways from the center of the mall. The mall had a center hub and three spokes, hallways with stores all along, places for people to spend their money on their ways to the three anchor stores, one at the end of each spoke. They watched people go by for a while, noticing that most of them appeared to be out of town businessmen who had no real purpose for being there other than to waste time until the mall closed and the bars might get more lively. At this time, so close to closing, it appeared that all the family shoppers had gone home. It was good that there were no children around, they couldn't follow their plan if it would expose children to behavior that was inappropriate for their ages. Their bench was about a third of the way from the hub to the anchor store.

"Mandy, I think it's time for your spanking," Mr. Stratton suggested. Even though he had just cum recently, he was eager to get his hands on Miss Pepperidge's bare skin again.

"How should I position myself, Eric?" she responded. "Should I face the middle or face away?" She knew what she wanted and hoped he would come up with the right answer.

"Definitely face away," he concluded after a mere moment's thought. "If it takes exposure for you to feel the humiliation, that will give more exposure. Think about everyone in the central hub looking at your lovely behind and pussy." Would she respond to the dirty talk as she had earlier?

Miss Pepperidge smiled quickly laid across his lap with her hips and stomach on his legs. That was the right answer. She liked the idea that her pussy would be visible to anyone in the center of the mall who happened to look their way. It was unfortunate that the bench faced a blank wall when there was an open store just behind them. And the store behind was a religious store at that! How great would it be to shock that audience!

Mr. Stratton flipped her skirt up over her derriere, increasing her exposure to the maximum.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

On the last stroke, he left his hand touching her cheek and started to fondle her as he had earlier. He noticed that a couple of businessmen turned at the noise and seemed curious about what might be going on. This should get her, if nothing else did. Her butt felt so smooth and nice. Her pussy was instantly engorged and wet, and he marveled at how much it responded to his attention. He stroked her clit and smiled at her responding happy sigh.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Again he fondled her as the two businessmen continued to approach. They seemed unsure of whether they should pretend not to notice or study the delightful sight before their eyes. He continued to fondle her until they were almost at the bench. They had given up all pretense and were avidly leering at her exposed femininity. "You have an audience, Mandy. Two men are coming to see you. I wonder if they'd like to spank you or fondle you."

Mr. Stratton was unaware of the peering gaze of the two women employed by the religious store behind the bench. The women couldn't see much of what he was doing with Miss Pepperidge but they had a partial view. The back of the bench consisted of slats, allowing only limited glimpses.

"Do you see that?" one commented. "It looks and sounds like he's spanking her."

"Oh, that couldn't be," the other objected. "Nobody would do that in the mall, out in the open like that."

"It sounds like it to me," the first declared.

"Do you know that much about the sounds of spanking?" the second teased.

The two fell silent but watched intently to see if they could figure out what was going on. But neither was inclined to walk around the bench to find out for certain.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

This was wonderful! Miss Pepperidge couldn't see the businessmen yet but she felt their gazes as they approached. Would they get hard from seeing her?

The businessmen jumped with the sounds and sight of the spanking. Growing bolder, one of them asked, "Could we help you in any way?"

Miss Pepperidge jumped at the sound of the voice. Even though Mr. Stratton had warned her about them, she didn't realize just how close they were. But they wanted to help! How wonderful! She felt her cheeks warm at both ends, but felt no humiliation. Indeed, she felt an added glow of pleasure that someone was definitely watching. She always got more excited with an audience!

"I think you might," Mr. Stratton replied. "This young woman needed some discipline and it was necessary to apply it on the spot." He meant the spot he was fondling and spanking but hoped they would interpret it to mean at the mall. "But it's difficult for her to hold this position. Could one of you help to support her upper body?"

"How do you mean?" the businessman asked. He noted the size of her breasts and wanted his hands on them. But could that possibly happen right there in the mall?

"Just support what needs to be supported," Mr. Stratton suggested.

The businessman sat next to Mr. Stratton, sliding so that Miss Pepperidge could lay her chest across his lap with her D-cups between his legs. In that position, it was awkward to reach her breasts but he didn't want to push his luck.

"It looks like she's dangling a lot," Mr. Stratton observed. "That's not very supportive."

The businessman shifted to support her torso and give him better access to her bountiful boobs. He caressed them and felt to locate her nipples, quickly finding their hardness and giving a squeeze.

Miss Pepperidge sighed with pleasure. This was getting better and better. Would she be able to fuck someone here? Even if she couldn't, having two or three guys fondling and spanking her was a dream come true.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Both businessmen jumped when Mr. Stratton again spanked Miss Pepperidge's bottom, making it a more uniform red with the placement of his swats. The nipple pincher pinched harder.

"Oh, yes, that's the way," Miss Pepperidge encouraged with a sigh.

The nipple pincher pinched even harder as Mr. Stratton again fondled her parts and inserted one, then two fingers into her vagina.

"Is there something I can do?" the other businessman asked, as eager as a schoolboy hoping for an ice cream treat.

"Well, my arm is getting a little tired and she needs more discipline," he responded thoughtfully. "Mind you, she needs discipline but she's not a slut or anything like that. She just needs to understand how things work."

"I'll be happy to help, if you don't mind."

Miss Pepperidge stood to let the second man take Mr. Stratton's place, unbuttoning two buttons on her blouse while she waited. When the businessmen were seated together, she positioned herself across their laps. Mr. Stratton flipped her skirt up to make sure everything was as it should be.

"This is terrible," the first clerk in the religious store exclaimed to her partner. "I can't believe she just did that!"

"Me, neither," the second responded with equal disgust. "She actually unbuttoned her blouse, two buttons at least. I wish I knew for sure what was going on."

"So do I, but I'm not about to go out there!" the first said fearfully. "I think I know but I don't have to go out there to stand and watch their depravity."

"I agree," the second agreed. "I don't know exactly what they're doing but I'm sure she's being spanked. I wonder if she violated her husband's rules and had to be disciplined on the spot." This woman had, indeed, found herself in a similar position in the recent past, at least in her view. She had disobeyed an order given by her husband and he had spanked her. At least he did it in their car rather than in the mall. But she remembered the pain, and a little guilty pleasure. What would it have been like in the mall?

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oh, yes," Miss Pepperidge cooed. This was more stinging than anything Mr. Stratton had delivered. And when the businessman fondled her, he used a more definite and probing touch. This was good. She shifted position to reach for his fly. She unzipped him with difficulty and pulled out his hardening member, tucking it between the front of her skirt and her stomach. She wriggled her hips and used her hand to stimulate him while he attended to her nether regions.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

The nipple pincher slid his hand inside her blouse and grabbed a handful of her breast, wondering what the sticky fluid was. When he sniffed a little, he realized it must be cum. This young woman had been active and clearly needed more action. He squeezed her breast harder as he noticed her actions with his friend's fly. What a trip! How could he get some of that, too?

Miss Pepperidge was elated. This was more public action than she had ever before enjoyed. The hand on her butt, spanking her and taking turns probing her pussy, felt wonderful. And the guy groping her breasts was doing a great job, too. She looked at Eric and saw his big smile. She had a happy audience, too. It was unfortunate that there weren't more people around, but what could you expect less than half an hour before mall closing time? She wriggled her butt and stroked the captive hard-on, thrilling at the feeling of that soft-skinned hard meat rubbing across her stomach. Larry Kroger never knew what he missed out on!

In practically no time, she felt the throbbing in her spanker's hard-on, indicating that he was about to cum. She wriggled more and he unloaded a mighty burst of cum between her skirt and stomach. How wonderful! If she kept this up, she'd have another cum bath, or maybe a cum cache in her skirt. Her frustration took a back seat to her excitement in the moment. Then she felt the recent gusher shrinking and softening. She needed another.

"Would you guys like to trade places?" she asked, as sweetly as she could.

"Hell yes!" her nipple pincher responded instantly. He had been jealous of the spanker anyway and this was his chance. He helped Miss Pepperidge to stand and was delighted to be greeted by the bare breast he had been groping. God, it looked so big and so delicious, with its sheen of cum and its erect nipple. The other one was regrettably covered, still.

When she stood, Miss Pepperidge noted the disappointed look on her nipple-pincher's face when he saw that only one of her breasts was exposed. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse far enough to free the other and was instantly rewarded by a broad smile. Then she unzipped his fly and pulled out his boner. It was such a nice boner, not as big as Mr. Stratton's or Benjamin's but bigger than the rest she had honored earlier in the evening.

"Now, I know what's going on!" the first clerk in the religious store exclaimed in shock. "At least I know enough to know that they're being entirely improper." She had never seen such a thing in the mall. Indeed, she had never seen bare breasts quite like Miss Pepperidge's, but that was a different issue. Nobody should behave that indecently, particularly just outside of a religious store.

"I wasn't looking," the second responded. "What did you see?"

"That woman, that woman stood up and one of her breasts was exposed," the first reported. "She unbuttoned her blouse and bared the other, then she laid across those men's laps. I'm sure she's being spanked and she's cooperating with those men. I'm going to call mall security!"

"Are you sure?" the second asked.

"You watch them," the first ordered. "I'm sure and I'm calling security." As good as her word, she hurried to the desk and called security. Then she returned to the front of the store to join her friend in trying to see between the bench slats. She wasn't really sure if she wanted to see or not but she just couldn't look away. It just shouldn't be happening and that was that!

Miss Pepperidge's recent spanker struggled with his open fly and his receding member. The struggle wasn't as much to get it put away, since it was now quite small, as to contain the cum mess he had contributed so with such vigor and volume. Miss Pepperidge had captured as much as she could within her skirt but some had unavoidably spilled onto his trousers.'

Seeing that the former spanker wasn't going to move, Miss Pepperidge moved to put her boobs in his hands, pre-empting his efforts with his fly, and make her butt available to her former nipple pincher. She tucked the fresh hard-on between her skirt and stomach, much as she had the other one minutes before.

This businessman wasn't so fussy about a little cum spread around. In fact, he was quite happy to have his boner pushing through the cum between her skirt and her stomach. It was unique and almost as nice as being inside a welcoming and wet pussy. And the way she wriggled her butt while she stroked him was magical. He fondled her butt and felt her cunnie, getting to know the territory. Then he flipped her skirt up over her back. It would be such a shame not to have such a nice butt exposed for everyone to see. And it wasn't nearly as red as he thought it should be.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Miss Pepperidge smiled with the strokes. This guy not only knew how to pinch nipples, he knew how to spank. He might be a keeper, if she could get a moment to negotiate with him. It really shouldn't take too long. She stroked his wet wanker with her fingers, giving special touches that she hoped he would like.

Wow! This woman was special! The original nipple-pincher fondled her clit, tweaking it between his thumb and finger, trying to be as special for her as he felt with her fingers on his sensitive shaft. He rocked his hips, helping her to stimulate him while she wriggled her butt and stroked his eager shaft. He groaned with pleasure and felt his eyes droop as he lost himself in the pleasure of her attentions.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

The fussy businessman half-heartedly fondled Miss Pepperidge's bountiful boobs. He would have normally enjoyed such delectable globes but these were covered with cum and it wasn't even his. He was sure that his trousers would be totally messed up, indeed he knew that his own cum was on them. And with all the cum he felt on her boobs, it had to be a total mess. Whatever happened to the days of stripping and fucking, nice and neat, so you could clean up afterwards and feel happy about it. Oh, well, if his buddy got off as fast as he did, they would be out of here soon. Even if it took longer, it wouldn't be long before the mall closed.

Miss Pepperidge, sensing the lackluster performance of the businessman holding her breasts, twisted her head to look up at Mr. Stratton. He still looked fascinated by the action. "Eric, would you like to sit over here and let me suck on you?" If the guy with her boobs was a loss, maybe she could still have some additional fun.




Miss Pepperidge Ch. 02



Mr. Stratton quickly took position and unzipped his trousers, pulling his semi-hard member into view. When he sat, Miss Pepperidge adjusted her position and wrapped her lips around it. How wonderful! She finally got to taste his lollipop, that big wonder tool she had only seen previously. And it was hard again. This was good. Mr. Stratton had another round in him and Miss Pepperidge intended to take full advantage of it. She'd fuck him right here if possible. Otherwise, she would kidnap him, if necessary, to take him to her room. Tracy had looked so happy sucking on it earlier. Now Miss Pepperidge had her turn. She loved the way it filled her mouth. She would definitely find another place for it, later, if she could arrange it.

"Mmmm," she hummed appreciatively, licking and slurping his tasty treat. This was more like it. If only the guy with her boobs knew what to do, this would be wonderful. Still, two out of three wasn't bad. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't bad.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Ah, yes, two out of three definitely wasn't bad.

As she savored Mr. Stratton's dick, Miss Pepperidge glanced toward the center of the mall. She thought she saw Tracy peeking at the scene, poking her head around a corner just a little from time to time. That girl definitely had potential.

Miss Pepperidge wriggled her hips and stroked the nice hard-on she had trapped between her stomach and her skirt while she avidly sucked Mr. Stratton's big boner. For additional stimulation, and maybe just a little meanness since the fussy businessman didn't seem to like cum, she rubbed her big breasts across that unworthy guy's legs. The fabric rubbing her nipples helped and she thought happy thoughts about the mess her cum-covered breasts would leave on his trousers. It would serve him right.

Mr. Stratton clearly enjoyed her sucking but he showed the endurance of a man who had already cum twice that day. The happy spanking businessman, on the other hand, showed clear signs that he was about to cum. His penis and balls throbbed in her grip and in response to her stroking fingers. She wriggled her hips more and stroked more intensely and was rewarded mightily as he exploded with a huge blast of cum.

God, but she was good, he thought in a daze as his hard-on hosed her stomach and skirt with a super load. He tweaked and stroked her clit convulsively in his passion. Her hip and hand movements felt so good as he throbbed with pulse after pulse of cum. With his addition to the supply, all the cum in her skirt made it feel more like a pussy than ever. It was amazing, an experience like he had never felt before but wanted to feel again, and again. He wondered if he could get to see her again and what other surprises she might have in store. Intense pleasure and the lethargy of a truly great orgasm took over as he released the last of his load into her welcoming touch.

Miss Pepperidge thrilled with the tweaking of her clit, eagerly playing the refreshed supply of cum over the shrinking hard-on of her benefactor and sucking even more intensely on Mr. Stratton's turgid, tasty tool. With just a little more, she was sure she would cum and release some of the tension, the frustration of her evening. It wasn't, she realized, as though the frustration was all bad. Like the spanking she enjoyed so much, the frustration added to her sexual energy and promised to make her imminent release that much better.

Between peeks around the corner, Tracy hung around the kiosks in the central court. Two of the mall security officers showed up, talking excitedly into their radios. Tracy edged closer to hear what was going on. All of her experience and everything she had heard said that none of the mall security officers were noted for their intelligence. Many of her fellow students believed that they were like empty police cars left parked to deter crime, visible but with no meaningful content. The officers seemed to spend more time hassling students at the mall than protecting merchants or their wares. They didn't even notice that Tracy was close enough to hear their chatter.

"You two just wait there until I arrive," the voice on the radio chided. "I don't want you to jump in there and mess things up. There are more pervs in that alley than you can handle. I'll be there in a minute."

The smaller of the two officers mimed a snippy attitude. "Like he'll know how to handle anything," he commented. They both laughed.

"He's the shift boss," the larger office responded. "I just try not to get him upset."

"I know what you mean," the smaller agreed. "He can get upset enough all on his own."

The officers waited, as they had been ordered, looking around idly in the meantime.

Tracy looked down another alley and saw the banty-rooster officer scurrying toward the central area. She quickly walked out of the court and toward Miss Pepperidge's party. She had to do something. Miss Pepperidge shouldn't have to put up with hassles from those security officers.

Gazing blankly toward the center of the mall, Miss Pepperidge realized that Tracy was hurrying toward the little group. The girl was clearly concerned. What was wrong, did she need help?

"Mall security is coming!" Tracy exclaimed. Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked at a more leisurely pace toward the center, the gait of someone who hadn't seen or encountered anything disturbing or out of the ordinary.

Was her frustration never to end? Miss Pepperidge leapt to her feet. "Cover up, guys, mall security is on the way." While she tucked her big boobs into her blouse and buttoned up, the men struggled to put their equipment away. Well actually, only Mr. Stratton struggled as he was still hard and big. The businessman who had just cum tucked his toy away with no trouble and didn't even seem to notice the cum smears on his trousers. The fussy businessman was already tucked away but appeared ready to become obsessive with his cum smears.

As soon as Mr. Stratton was safely covered, Miss Pepperidge took his arm and began to walk casually toward the center of the mall. She was very aware of the double load of cum in the front of her schoolgirl skirt, particularly since it was running down her stomach and down her legs. She felt globs hitting her feet as she walked and thought that those might be dropping directly from the front of her skirt to her feet or the floor, whichever was in position to receive them.

Just then, just as they had started walking, three uniformed officers of mall security rushed past them. The officers only spared half a glance for the casually strolling couple and the two businessmen several steps behind, then rushed on. None of the four turned to observe the actions of the mall officers. Miss Pepperidge released Mr. Stratton's arm as they continued to walk.

Behind them, the officers rushed into the religious store. Their leader, the fearless banty-rooster, firmly believed in talking with the complainant first unless a perpetrator was obviously committing an offense along the way. He had been yelled at, on previous occasions, for apprehending someone who seemed, to him, to be an obvious perpetrator, when the complaint was about someone entirely different. It didn't make any difference that the woman was dressed like jail bait or that her skirt looked short enough to reveal everything underneath.

"Where have you been, it took you long enough to respond," the most offended clerk berated the three security officers. "While you were lollygagging around, those perverts escaped. I'll bet you just walked right by them and didn't even notice." Her outrage was so deep that her face glowed red. She didn't know that her red face matched the color of Miss Pepperidge's well-spanked butt.

"We got here as fast as we could, ma'am," the banty-rooster officer objected. "Exactly what did you see?"

"Well, we couldn't see everything because the bench faces away from the store," she reported. "But the woman stood with one breast naked, opened her blouse to expose the other one, and got into the men's laps again. It sounded like they were spanking her. And worse, she seemed to be letting them do it."

"Is that what you saw?" the banty-rooster asked the other clerk.

"I didn't really see her breasts," she responded. "But I did hear the spanking sounds. And I thought I saw her bare . . . her . . . her bare bottom through the slats in the bench."

"You saw her bare bottom?" the banty-rooster prompted.

"Why are you standing here when those perverts are getting away?" the first clerk demanded. "If you don't arrest them for public indecency, I'm going to report you as unfit for working here."

That got the banty-rooster's attention. "You two go and look by the bench for clues," he ordered his underlings. "We'll chase them, ma'am, I promise. If they haven't left the mall, we'll catch them. You know we don't have jurisdiction outside the mall."

She just glared at him so he joined his fellows by the bench. Just as he arrived, the larger one slipped in something on the floor.

The happy businessman caught up and walked next to Miss Pepperidge. "That was incredible. Can I see you again?" He was so eager that it was difficult to maintain their casual pace. In contrast to his physical pace, his mind raced. What options could he suggest? What could he offer to encourage her acceptance?

"I thought it was pretty wonderful, too," Miss Pepperidge responded. "What do you have in mind?" This could get even more interesting. This trip to Templeton College was turning out so much better than she had feared. Who at Longwood would ever realize that a trip with the stodgy Mr. Stratton could turn out like this?

The businessman thought quickly. This opportunity might be so fleeting that there was no time for protracted negotiations. "I'm Jeremy Johnson and I'll be back in town next week. I'm staying at the Soldier's Motel tonight. I really want to do more with you." He felt like he blurted all of that out like a schoolboy but didn't care. If the time was limited, he had to make the best possible use of it.

Miss Pepperidge smiled. He sounded as eager as she felt. But Mr. Stratton was hard, or able to get hard almost immediately. And Mr. Johnson might take a little while to be ready for seconds. "Give me your card, Jeremy," she invited. "I'm Mandy Pepperidge and I'm staying at Soldier's, too. Give me a little time after you get back there. Then look around. Maybe, if you can find me, we can do something." She really wanted to invite him to fuck, but didn't know what might happen with Mr. Stratton. She also thought of giving him her room number. That might not work, though, if she and Mr. Stratton decided to go somewhere else. No, it was better to leave it a little indefinite and have Mr. Johnson search for her.

"It's a deal," Mr. Johnson responded, handing her his business card. This wasn't as good as he might wish. It would be better to take her back to his room and play some more. But she seemed interested. Hope was such a good thing.

"Eric, I'll need to talk with Jeremy a little later. But I need to talk with you first," Miss Pepperidge spoke quickly to take any jealous edge off of Mr. Stratton's feelings. "I'll tell you a little more about that when we get to the car."

As they entered the central court of the mall, Miss Pepperidge spotted Tracy, standing to the side. Tracy looked concerned but relaxed instantly when Miss Pepperidge gave her a thumbs up gesture with a smile.

This was so neat, Tracy thought. All in one evening, she got to help with a special assignment on the New School Method of discipline, she got to taste the big, wonderful tool of a visiting professor, and she got to save the bacon of two visiting professors. This was the kind of rewarding day she always longed for and never experienced. As she watched the professors and the two businessmen walk through the court, she giggled. She noticed that Miss Pepperidge was leaving a trail of cum blobs through the mall. Those two businessmen must have deposited quite an amount. Tracy wished that she could have been closer, to see that happen.

Tracy peeked around the corner into the spoke of the mall where the security officers had run. They were returning slowly, intent on something on the floor. They must have discovered the cum trail. That was amazing in itself. The security officers had a reputation for being dim bulbs, more inclined to hassle kids and assert their egos than protect against real crooks. One or more of them must have stepped or slipped in the cum or they would never have spotted it. The officers picked up speed, apparently hoping to catch the culprits before they could get out of the mall. She couldn't let them do that. She had to give Miss Pepperidge time to escape. She moved away from the entrance to the spoke and waited, off to one side, for them to emerge.

Tracy looked around the central court and spotted a narrow passage between two kiosks that the officers would have to navigate if they chased Miss Pepperidge. The officers raced into the central court and Tracy walked casually toward the narrow passage. She timed her walk so that she would arrive there just seconds before the officers. She turned her head so she couldn't see them, relying on her timing to put her in the right place at the right time. She stopped in the gap and braced herself for the impact. How would it feel to have three Keystone Kops bowl her over?

A heavy hand landed on Tracy's shoulder, but there was no other impact. She turned to see who was there and nearly burst out laughing. One officer, the largest, was right next to her. The other two had obviously run into him when he stopped to avoid hurting her.

"Yes, sir, what do you want?" Tracy asked in her most innocent voice. And for Tracy, that was a really innocent voice. There was much more involved in being a successful suck-up than just asking what professors wanted. An entire range of acting skills, projecting a variety of emotions, was also required. Tracy had mastered many.

"I'm sorry miss, but we're trying to catch up with some perverts," he responded. "Can you get out of our way, please?" This officer, at least, had some sensitivity to customers. That was unusual. But he obviously deserved the dim bulb reputation. It made no sense to alarm shoppers with warnings about perverts.

"Perverts!" Tracy struggled to turn her amusement into the full appearance of shock. She planted her feet and looked around wildly, not moving a step from her blocking position. "Where are the perverts? Are you going to protect me?"

"Relax, miss," one of the skinny officers suggested, apparently one with more brains if less courtesy. "There aren't any perverts around. We just had a call at the other end of the mall and needed to hurry to offer our help. Will you please move out of the way?"

Tracy reluctantly moved, allowing the officers to proceed. When she looked in the direction they were moving, she saw Miss Pepperidge and Mr. Stratton just walking out of a mall exit. She had done the visiting professors another good deed. She was so proud of herself.

In the car, riding back to the motel, Miss Pepperidge giggled. "I'm glad this is a rental car, Eric," she observed. "All your cum and the cum of the other guys will be quite difficult to clean, I should think." The two were unaware of the Keystone Kop drama that had played out in their wake through the mall.

Mr. Stratton laughed in response. "I think you're right, Mandy. Are you all right?" He thought about all that she had been through in the evening. "Have you felt the humiliation we tried to show you?"

"I'm fine, Eric," she answered with another happy laugh. "I'm more than fine. But I don't think I'm going to feel that humiliation. Instead, I've felt lots of pleasure and even more frustration. When we get back to the motel, I think I'll want to ask you a favor, if you don't mind."

"You can always ask, Mandy," he said graciously. Would she ask for something interesting or want to work on their written report some more? He needed something interesting. Those damned mall cops chose just the wrong time to appear. Miss Pepperidge was sucking him so nicely and so intensely. Would she ask for more of that? That would be unlikely, she said she needed a favor. That would be a favor for him, not for her, wouldn't it? On the other hand, she had asked to suck him. Maybe she really liked sucking him. He felt his own frustration and worried that he might have to take care of that by hand in his room. Would it be too much to hope that she would help with his frustration? If she had some kind of work-related request in mind, he'd politely decline and return to his room and his able hand.

He parked the car. Miss Pepperidge jumped out and walked to his side, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. "Come to my room and I'll tell you about the favor," she invited.

Well, he could always make his excuses there, if he needed to. Her hand was sticky with the cum she had inspired that night and quite a bit of it was his. Maybe there was some hope.

In her room, Miss Pepperidge left the curtains and door open. That was how they were for the most interesting parts of the evening and she wanted the rest to be interesting, too. "Eric, I'll speak plainly," she said earnestly. "I haven't experienced the humiliation I was supposed to experience. But I've experienced lots of frustration. I've also experienced lots of pleasure and some pain that enhanced the pleasure. Will you help me rebuild the frustration and then release it?" She stood, eagerly awaiting his reply. His confused look was a little disappointing but as long as he didn't refuse her outright, she thought she would have a chance. And if he crapped out, there was always Mr. Jeremy Johnson. Maybe she could have both. That would be wonderful. Her smile broadened as she thought about Mr. Johnson. If things worked out, she might open a whole new line of travelling salesman jokes.

"How do you want me to do that?" Mr. Stratton asked. It sounded like she wanted more spanking and then some kind of release. Surely she wouldn't use such flowery language if she wanted to fuck. Once again, Mr. Stratton's caution prevented him from jumping to anything close to a conclusion.

Sometimes he was so stupid, the embodiment of the dumb professor. "Eric, I want you to spank and fondle me, like you did earlier, but even more vigorously. When I get really horny and frustrated, I want you to fuck me with your huge wonder-tool. There, I've said it. That's about as plain as I can be. Will you do it? Will you fuck me?" She finished her request on an almost belligerent tone. His equipment was ready, she knew that. Would he turn stodgy on her again and leave her hanging?

Yes! Better than yes! He couldn't have even fantasized that request. His answer was obvious. "Mandy, I'll be happy to help," he responded. He groaned inwardly. His words sounded so lame, especially compared to his excitement and the growing response in his pants. Although he had already cum twice that day, he had only had one brief penetration of her pussy and a delightful time in Tracy's mouth. He had an almost frantic desire to fuck Miss Pepperidge. And she was willing, even eager. There was no way in the world that he would turn down that request. "But I want to make a stop first. I'll be right back." He walked to the bathroom. If she really wanted to be frustrated, let her wait a little. Actually, he would have to let his boner subside just a little, so he could pee. But he knew that it would come back, with the amazing Amazon, Miss Pepperidge, as the stimulus and target.

Miss Pepperidge quickly moved to the door and peered out. Sure enough, Tracy was there. Sometimes, having an eager student stalker had benefits, and this was definitely one of them. She motioned the girl over.




Miss Pepperidge Ch. 02



"Yes, ma'am?" Tracy inquired.

"Tracy, you've been an amazingly good girl tonight, I want to thank you," Miss Pepperidge said earnestly. "I hope to do that later. But right now, I need to ask a favor of you. One of those businessmen, Mr. Jeremy Johnson, might come around looking for me. If he does, can you keep him outside and out of sight until I'm done with Mr. Stratton?"

"Oh, yes, Miss Pepperidge, I'll be happy to," Tracy responded in typical Tracy fashion. If she could do anything for her professors, she would always be willing. In this case, Miss Pepperidge wasn't really her professor but Tracy wasn't going to be fussy. It had been such fun thus far helping Miss Pepperidge with the Method and with those jerks in mall security uniforms. And to receive actual praise from a professor! It couldn't get any better than that.

"Thank you, Tracy, I so appreciate it. Don't let him take advantage of you, though. You can stay close to my door, if you want. Then if you need my help, just cry out and I'll be there. But if you decide to play with him, don't let him cum. I think he'll enjoy it if we apply a little of the Method to him, at least the frustration part."

"Yes, Miss Pepperidge," Tracy acknowledged eagerly. "If he shows up, I'll make sure he's here and ready when you're ready." What a wonderful opportunity. How often did a professor, even a visiting professor, entrust such an important and personal task to a student? But Tracy would show her. If that businessman showed up, Tracy would make sure that he stayed, happily, to participate in whatever Miss Pepperidge had planned. Miss Pepperidge would be so proud of her.

Miss Pepperidge walked to one of the beds and pulled the covers open. She removed her shoes and blouse, then her skirt, carefully preserving what little cum remained on her skirt. Even with such a short drive from the mall, little remained as fluid as she would have liked. She rubbed it sensuously into her skin, luxuriating in the slick feeling with her eyes closed.

"I think you're supposed to be bent over the desk," Mr. Stratton ordered. He had just emerged from the bathroom and was ready to take charge, playing the role he had enjoyed so much earlier in the evening.

"Yes, sir," Miss Pepperidge agreed with a smile. Without another word, she leaned over the desk, exposing her magnificent backside to the window and the door. She rested her big boobs on the desk, enjoying the slick feeling as she slid them back and forth. That was another place she wished for fresh cum, but all of that had dried. Still it felt good to rub her breasts on the smooth surface of the desk.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Yes, Eric, give it to me good!" Miss Pepperidge cried out happily. She wriggled her butt as though evading his strokes but actually enticing him to spank more.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Mr. Stratton gave her full whacks, making them sting just as much as he could. He hadn't spanked anyone, or at least any adult women, ever in his life. Wouldn't they object? Wouldn't they think he was strange if he wanted to do any such thing? But Miss Pepperidge was clearly different. She not only tolerated it, she asked for it. By her reactions, she loved it. And it was such a thrill to see her bent over, her magnificent ass exposed for him and anyone who might walk by, eager for his touch, his spanking. And this time he would fuck her, right in front of the open window and open door.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Damn, this was good! He took a rest from spanking her to finger her pussy. What had that businessman done? It was something with her clit but he didn't rub, he squeezed. Mr. Stratton tried the touch, finding her clit and squeezing it, then rolling it between his fingers.

"Yes, Eric, that's wonderful!" Miss Pepperidge encouraged him.

He abandoned her clit, focusing his attention instead on her labia, softly touching and stroking. If she wanted frustration, that's what she would get. She liked having her clit pinched and rolled. He'd give her some of that from time to time but not to the point she could get any satisfaction from it, at least not yet. Her groan of disappointment told him he was on the right track. He moistened his fingers in her pussy and drew them up between her ass cheeks. Her rosebud puckered as though trying to suck his finger in. Yes, that would torment her, too.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He removed his hands completely from her body and slowly started to undress. He wasn't in any hurry. This was royal payback for all the girls who had teased him in his youth, withholding their favors and leaving him with blue balls. That hadn't happened since his penis achieved its full size. Well, it hadn't happened until he encountered the Method. Those schoolgirls had a real gift for getting him excited and stopping his ejaculation.

"What are you doing, Eric?" Miss Pepperidge asked tentatively. She turned her head and saw him remove the last of his clothing. His boner stood proudly out from his body and she licked her lips in anticipation. If only he would get to it.

Tracy peered at Miss Pepperidge's backside, her exposed and wet, open pussy, her puckered rosebud. Specifically, her pussy was fascinating. Tracy didn't know if her own cunnie had ever opened like that, but she hadn't had a good view when she masturbated. Still, thinking about how it had felt when she touched it, she didn't think hers opened like that. Could it be the difference in experience? Could it be that Miss Pepperidge liked sex more than anyone else? How would she ever find out?

Mr. Stratton took a leisurely stroll to stand beside Miss Pepperidge's incredibly shapely ass. He touched it gently, softly, caressing her delightful skin. Before this trip, he never imagined that he could do such a thing. Even when they were selected to participate in the inter-campus liaison, he had only vague fantasies that the beautiful Miss Pepperidge would have any interest in him. His was the approach to avoid all possibilities of bad results. So he would never make the first move, would never make overtures that might face possible rejection. But his penis, that eagerly invasive tool, stuck up its head at the most inopportune moment, or maybe the most opportune moment. The students who saw and called attention to the bulge in his pants had done him a favor like no one ever before. And now, here he was, touching, spanking, fondling, and soon fucking the beautiful, magnificent Miss Pepperidge, the young professor who had more fantasies in her honor than any other faculty member at Longwood College.

Tracy, standing in the shadows just outside the room, where she could both watch inside and notice if someone approached, saw a businessman walking the motel grounds. This room, uniquely, had tall bushes just outside the door and Tracy was able to stand there without any concern about being seen. As he walked though pools of light from the various yard lights, she saw the man look around intently. She remained in the shadows. Nothing was necessary if it was the wrong person. And even then, nothing was necessary unless he tried to enter the room prematurely or tried to leave the vicinity before Miss Pepperidge had seen him.

Ah, there. A room ahead spilled light over the grassy area, from both the window and the door. That wonderful creature, Mandy Pepperidge, had told Mr. Johnson to look for her. Could she have made it this easy? He had been disturbed when she suggested that he look for her instead of giving him her room number. He had been almost all the way around the motel, peering intently into corners, shadows, little gaps between curtains in rooms, all for a chance glimpse that would tell him where she was. Granted, he hadn't waited long to start his search after returning to the motel. But he felt the pressure building, the desire. It would be a frustrating evening if he couldn't see her again. Well, maybe just partly frustrating, because the encounter in the mall was nothing short of amazing.

He walked directly toward the light, slowing to peek carefully into the edge of the window. This was the place, and obviously so! There she was, on glorious display, her magnificent ass prominently visible as she was bent over a desk with her head away from the window. The stirring in his pants was immediate. Her labia looked wet and were open, inviting, as though eager for his hardness. And she was squirming, as though eager for attention, and looking around. Was she looking for him?

His hand found its own way to his bulge. As he became aware of stroking himself, he unzipped his trousers and reached inside to pull out his tool, his eagerly playful prick. Its hardness made for a struggle but he managed to get it out and into his practiced hand. Hard-on in hand, he walked quickly toward the door, only to be confronted by a girl, actually a young woman, blocking his path.

Tracy stepped out of the shadows and put a hand out to signal the businessman to stop. "Are you Mr. Jeremy Johnson?" she asked. She hoped he was. She didn't relish the idea of having to manage an unexpected visitor with his boner in hand.

"Yes, I am," Mr. Johnson acknowledged. "How did you know that?" In his shock at being addressed by name, he didn't even remember that he held a handful of eminently displayed desire.

"You can't go in, yet," she admonished. "Miss Pepperidge asked me to keep you outside until she was ready for you." What would she do if he didn't stop, if he tried to push past her? She tried to look as authoritative as she could. Fortunately, he stopped.

"Why not, she's ready for me," he countered indignantly, even thoughtlessly. Well, it wasn't quite thoughtless, it was just that his dominant mind at the moment was in his hand, not in his head. He gestured with his other hand toward the window where Miss Pepperidge was so magnificently on display. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The sounds of spanking shot through Mr. Johnson's head like a sudden glare of light to someone trying to hide in shadows. His head jerked around with the shock, peering into the door of the room. Mr. Stratton was again spanking her! Was that all he ever did?

Mr. Stratton had given up on frustrating Miss Pepperidge by withholding his attentions. It would have worked, but it would also have frustrated him. He wanted to be actively involved in this scene. He fondled her cunnie, stroking her lovely lower lips, then again tweaked and rolled her clit. He pressed fingers inside and marveled at the luxurious feeling he found there. With his other hand, he reached to touch the side of her breast.

Miss Pepperidge raised herself to give him better access to her breasts. They still rested on the desk but he was able to slide his fingers underneath and discover her nipple. He pinched and stroked that sensitive nub at the same time as he pinched and stroked her clit. That was what she needed. She sighed in pleasure at the double touch, then groaned when he removed his hand from her breast.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"You can't go in, yet," Tracy repeated in a low voice. "Come over here, into the shadows, and wait until she's ready for you." Tracy wasn't at all sure about this, she didn't know anything about Mr. Johnson and how he might interpret her invitation. Still, it seemed clear that Miss Pepperidge didn't want to be interrupted while she was with Mr. Stratton. And Miss Pepperidge was right there, in case Tracy ran into trouble. It wasn't like she was in a pillory or anything. She stepped back to reinforce her invitation.

This was really weird. Here he was, standing outside a motel room with his tool in his hand, looking into a room at a gorgeous woman's ass being spanked by a naked man with a huge erection, being invited into the shadows by a fully dressed girl who looked like she might attend the local college. "What shall I do with this?" he asked, glancing down at his hard-on. He still wasn't thinking with the brain in his head.

"I'll hold that for you and keep it safe," Tracy offered in a low voice, reaching with her slender hand to almost, but not quite, touch his hard-on. Maybe if she took charge, he wouldn't get any ideas and try to take advantage of her. That seemed a good idea, particularly since the exposed shaft looked quite nice. It wasn't as big as Mr. Stratton's but it was definitely hard, and eager.

Mr. Johnson removed his hand from his prick and stepped forward, like a puppet whose string was his shaft. The delicate touch of the girl's slender hand was so cool and refreshing that he momentarily forgot his intention to run into the motel room and plunge his hard-on into the goddess' grotto. Would this girl provide him the release he wanted? She appeared quite innocent, in spite of her comfortable grip on his manhood, and might have a tight little pussy. Or maybe she would suck him off. That would be good. However, she pulled him a little more into the shadows and turned him to face the door. He could clearly see the man fondling the cunnie, tweaking the clit and stuffing fingers into the pussy that was still so excitingly on display.

"What's going on here?" Mr. Johnson asked. "Is she some kind of hooker, taking on the fantasies of multiple guys? Or is she a spanking addict?"

Tracy laughed. "Oh, no, you're way wrong. She's a professor, studying the influences of pain, frustration, surprise and delayed gratification on the human orgasm." She was so proud of herself, coming up with that description for Miss Pepperidge's work. This version sounded ever so much better than an attempt to have Miss Pepperidge experience humiliation. Just as Tracy was prone to use flowery descriptions for her own efforts, she applied the same skill to the current situation. Sometimes, big words helped to get things done. Tracy couldn't leave him with the impression that the renowned Miss Pepperidge was a hooker, that would just be wrong. And she had to give him a reason to believe he should take his turn willingly.

"And who's Eric, the guy she's with?" Mr. Johnson questioned further. What kind of school were these people involved with? He always thought of research studies being done in sterile hospital or lab settings, not in motel rooms with the curtains and doors open. "Is he her subject? No, that can't be, she'd be spanking him if that were the case. Are you sure he's not a John and she's not a whore?"

"Shame on you," Tracy admonished. "Mr. Eric Stratton is a colleague of hers, helping with the study. In fact, he'll be branching out to a different area after they complete the initial collaboration." Once she established the basis, it was easy to embellish the story and make it completely plausible. It wasn't like she was lying, she just didn't know the official story. But Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge had viewed classroom demonstrations of the Method and followed up with their own explorations, so she couldn't be far wrong.

"And what are you doing here?" he seemed to want all the details.

"I'm Tracy Flick and I'm just the lead student assistant for the study," Tracy couldn't resist bragging a little, even as she made it sound self-deprecating. After all, she really was the leader of the students, wasn't she? And that was so much fun. "Do you think you'd like to take part in it?" It was always good to invite someone to participate.

"What would I have to do?" The idea of pain and frustration didn't sound very promising, but he had really enjoyed the spanking and cuming, particularly when he could do both. And if this girl with her capable hand was part of it, there might be additional benefits.

"I don't know for sure, they haven't told me about the complete study," Tracy wanted to stop the questioning so she could watch Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge. In the mean time, maybe she could plant some ideas. This guy's cock felt pretty good and it would be nice to play with it some more. "I think willingness would be a big part of it. Beyond that, you'll have to ask her. I'm sure there will be a way for you to fit in." She couldn't resist the final double entendre.

Mr. Johnson thought about what he had learned, or at least as much as he could think. The action inside the room was getting hotter and hotter. If he had been stroking his own hard-on, he would have been keeping quite a pace by now. Then he realized that the girl was keeping exactly the pace he would have kept. How could she do that? How could she know what strokes he needed? But her hand, almost tiny as it wrapped around his penis, still managed to touch every place he wanted touched and to stroke with exactly the right pressure and speed, even with a little extra tingle now and then. Was she that expert or was she the Sherlock Holmes of the hand-job, observing his needs and responding to them almost before he knew about them?

Tracy was, indeed, observing him. She realized in class, more with Mr. Stratton and now even more with Mr. Johnson, that a man gave subtle signals about what he wanted. She didn't get them all right the first time, of course, but she learned quickly and thought that she could read this guy pretty well. It wouldn't be long before he would need his ejaculation controlled. She would be ready.

It was so hot watching Mr. Stratton fondle and spank Miss Pepperidge and remembering how he had experienced the same thing. Mr. Johnson felt each touch on her clit, he had touched that pleasure button earlier at the mall. He felt the way her butt jiggled, just a little when she was spanked, he had spanked her in the mall. He wanted his hands on her again, but it was such a treat watching from outside the room. And the slender, delicate hand stroking his penis was so good, so tender, so stimulating, so much in tune with his throbbing needs. What an incredible set of experiences. How much more could happen in this one night?

On and on they went, with Mr. Stratton teasing less and less and stimulating Miss Pepperidge more and more. She panted with the pleasure of his touch and thrilled at the sting of his spanking. He pulled one of her hands from the desk so she could grasp his massive hard-on. Both were delighted with her touch on his proud pole.

When Miss Pepperidge reached for Mr. Stratton's big hard-on and grasped it, Mr. Johnson's johnson twitched in sympathetic response and the girl's incredible hand stroked more, just as he would have stroked himself. He was so close to cumming that he felt the jism gathering, getting ready to blow out. Would the girl take it in her hand, on her, on her clothes? Or would she get her face down there to taste his cum or have it splat across her face?

Suddenly, Tracy's touch changed, some kind of squeeze that was painful but still tender, and he no longer felt the need to ejaculate. What had she done? Where was his glorious release? But her hand resumed stroking him, as though nothing had happened. Was he really as close to cumming as he had thought? Had she really controlled him to not cum? Surely, even as good as she was, she couldn't have done any of that.

When he no longer cared about increasing her frustration, Mr. Stratton positioned himself behind her, lightly touching her labia with the bulbous head of his probe. He stroked it up and down between her lips, then thrust inside. She was so wet and ready that he slid in to the hilt. The tight, snug feeling was intensely stimulating but didn't inhibit his penetration at all.

"Yes, Eric! Yes!" Miss Pepperidge enthusiastically encouraged. She reached between her legs to squeeze her clit while he thrust inside.

Smack! Smack!

It wasn't easy to spank her properly while he thrust his hard-on into her happy hole, but he tried. Each thrust thrilled him with the clinging, stimulating resistance providing an incredible counter-sensation of welcoming, slick heat. He had never felt such delight in a sexual encounter and wondered if it came from his extreme excitement, hers or both. He barely managed to remember her happiness in being spanked.