5 comments/ 38264 views/ 8 favorites DUYA 01 By: Horhay_J Rachael was your mostly typical college student. She gave classes a modest effort, pulled mostly B's, and had many friends and activities to fill her free time. The aspects in which she was atypical were her stunning beauty as a petite blonde with pert and perfectly sized breasts and her penchant for sexual domination. Ever since her formative years when she first uncovered her sexuality she had realized her desire to be in control sexually. Unfortunately she hadn't really had the chance to do much of what she wanted in this regard. It seemed every time she had a quick fuck it was over too quickly for her to get anything good out of and no boyfriend she'd yet had would let her do what she wanted with them; and she wasn't to the stage of really forcing them.....yet. This began to change when she got accepted to be a student teacher her second to last semester of college. See, Rachael had been studying to be a teacher and was having bad luck finding a school that would accept her as a student teacher. She had filled out applications to countless schools. She'd almost given up hope of getting into student teaching this semester until she received a letter from a place called Dramatus University for Young Adults. She'd never heard of the school and only remembered having applied to it because it seemed to have the most and strangest questions in its application. She'd now forgotten what those questions were but she remembered them seeming odd. She didn't care, though, considering she had gone to college out of her home state and had never heard of any of these schools to which she was applying and didn't think much of it. Rachael counted her blessings to have gotten into a program, packed up her stuff, and headed off to this DUYA unsuspecting of into what she was about to get herself. The school had provided her with on-campus housing. As she approached the old gothic stone building which seemed as though it must have been a converted church or something she was met by a man named Carl. Carl showed her to her apartment, which was small but clean and well furnished. Carl spoke with an accent that seemed strange to Rachael, it was Scottish but she didn't know that. "Make yerself comfortable in here Miss. and if ye need an-uh-thing just let me know. The electric and plumbin' in these here old servants quarters ain't really what they should be and can sometimes fall apart on ye. Like Ah said, just let me know an I'll'n get 'er fixed up for ye." "Servants quarters?" questioned Rachael. "What was this place before it was a school?" "Used to be an old mansion belonging to the Heyward family. Well, Heywards still own it but 60 years back or so they turned it into this here school. Mr. John Heyward the IV is actually the current Headmaster at Dramatus and has been for some years. These servants quarters were converted to be houses for the teachers, there's over a dozen of 'em 'round the grounds. Few dorms were built too for the students, this is a private campus y'know." "I see." nodded Rachael, still processing this information in her brain. "Will I meet Mr. Heyward soon then?" "Aye, sure" said Carl. "Mrs. Heyward, sorta the Assistant Principal of the place as it were, will give ya the tour tomorrow and fill ya in on how things're done here at Dramatus. Ain't really my place to say n'athing but I advise ya to just keep an open mind and leave yer expectations at the door. Not every young'n like you we get here decides to stay after their orientation but those that do find they get a better education here than they would most anywhere else." Rachael looked at Carl concernedly. "What do you mean 'how things are done here'? What makes this place....different?" "I already said a bit more than I probably should Miss. Mrs. Heyward will give ya the full tour tomorrow. I just want you to keep an open mind, that's all. I'd best be going now I s'pose. Hope you find it comfortable here." With that Carl took his leave. Rachael hadn't been nervous about her student teaching but after her chat with Carl she found herself uneasy. She unpacked her belongings and set up the apartment as well as she could with the time she had. She went out to dinner and brought back a bottle of rum from the store. After a glass of the college student standard rum and cola she found she was feeling much less anxious. By the time she went to bed she had dismissed what Carl had said as just the ramblings of a strange man who didn't really understand the finer points of American education. After all, what could be so different about this school? Even if it was a private university for "young adults" rather than the normal public school system to which Rachael was accustomed it couldn't be anything too weird. Could it? The next morning, with the buzz of her drink long gone, Rachael again was feeling a little nervous about her upcoming endeavor. She'd just gotten herself cleaned up and dressed when she heard a polite but distinct rap on her door. She opened it to be met by a woman who surprised her a bit. The woman had to be in her mid to late 60s; yet she was stunningly gorgeous. The woman was noticeably taller than Rachael, thin and willowy but with obviously large breasts that managed to reveal themselves even through her indistinct black frock. She had long straight hair that showed just the remnants of its former jet black color and was predominated by its newer crop of silver. When the woman spoke in a British accent Rachael almost thought she must be talking to Helen Mirren. "Hello my dear, you must be Miss. Rachael. I am Mrs. Heyward. I'm the Vice Principal here at Dramatus and my husband, Mr. Heyward, is the Headmaster. Was your night comfortable?" Her words were edged with what seemed like over enunciation to Rachael's ears, but her tone was pleasant and sincere. "Yes, it was very comfortable, Mrs. Heyward; thank you so much for asking." Rachael was turning on her social charm, wanting to impress Mrs. Heyward. "Pleased to hear it. Are you ready, now, for your tour and introduction to Dramatus?" Again, Mrs. Heyward's accent laden words were impeccably pronounced yet still friendly. "Very much so, I'm excited to learn about your fine school." Again Rachael attempted to compliment her hostess with her answer. "Follow me then." and Rachael followed Mrs. Heyward out of the small quarters and onto the sizable yard between their location and the school itself. As they walked Mrs. Heyward talked to Rachael about the history of the school. How the mansion was built over two centuries ago by Mr. Heyward's family when they came over from England. She explained how she and Mr. Heyward had met in England when he'd come to visit some family. She also described the history of the establishment as a school. The information Rachael found most interesting was the explanation that Dramatus was a private university for a very specific clientele. Though exceptions would be made for particularly promising young students the majority of the students at the University were from wealthy and well established families who had a history with the school. As they reached the front door Mrs. Heyward paused and turned to face the following Rachael. "The students are already inside you see, they know to be early and ready to go when classes begin." Mrs. Heyward took a deep breath, her expression and voice now lost their cheerful demeanor and became serious. "Miss. Rachael, my husband and I picked you for this position because we believe you have great potential to excel here at Dramatus, perhaps become a full time professor when you are ready. It is maybe once every four or five years we actually admit a student teacher here. We are invested in you Miss. Rachael and we want to see to your success. What you will see inside these doors may initially shock you. The predispositions that have been plastered onto your intellect will wrestle with the emotions you will feel deeper down in your psyche. The questions you answered on your application and our research into your history have shown us much about you. I beg of you to keep your mind open, let go of that which you have been taught, and trust me." Now Rachael's mind and body were in a fervor. What was nerves had now become an intense adrenaline rush. Her breaths were coming short and shallow, her heart was pounding to break her ribs, and her mind was firing all neurons attempting to find some logical scenario to anticipate what it would find within the walls of the old mansion so it would at least be even just slightly prepared. Mrs. Heyward saw Rachael's obvious trepidation. She laughed and placed a comforting hand on Rachael's shoulder. "Relax my dear, there's nothing to be afraid of. Come with me Miss. Rachael and see your potential future as an instructor." With that Mrs. Heyward opened the doors, entered, and Rachael followed close behind her. Both Rachael and Mrs. Heyward stood inside the door observing the students milling about in the halls. "Welcome to Dramatus University for Young Adults" Mrs. Heyward said. What Rachael saw was about what one might expect an old mansion that had been converted into a school to look like. It was still a mansion inside, but there was little in the way of decorations or anything of the like adorning the walls. Rachael then turned her eyes to the students. They were, indeed, young adults; truth told not much more than a handful of years younger than Rachael herself. After their age, the next thing she noticed was their dress. This was the first thing to seem a bit odd to her. The boys were wearing tight white dress shirts with ties. Their pants were black and equally, if not even more, tight than the shirts. The round posteriors of the boys were clung to securely by the pants which formed around them and even separated the cheeks a bit with the seam. She could also see a clearly visible bulge at the front of all their trousers, so much so that there was little mystery left to the question of the boy's status of circumcision. Though her thought process was too preoccupied to notice, her (sexual) subconscious was well aware that all the boys were in very good shape physically. Then Rachael turned her attention to the dress of the girls. Again they were wearing tight white dress shirts with ties. These shirts appeared to be of a thinner fabric as Rachael could make out the evidence of dark colored bras under a few of them. Below the waist the girls were wearing rather short plaid skirts. The skirts came down the thigh less than halfway to the knee. As a few of the girls walked up some stairs Rachael could easily see their panties. Though most were wearing full panties of various colors there was one girl that had on either no underwear at all or a very brief thong as Rachael could see only her round and smooth bare bottom. All of the girls, like the boys, were in possession of well maintained and sexy bodies. Though her cognitive mind was too busy processing what she was seeing, the sexual parts of her brain were greatly enjoying the show of young, nubile bodies. These thoughts were physiologically complimented by a noticeable warmth and wetness accumulating in Rachael's own panties. Then Rachael saw a sight that tipped the scales of her comprehension. A boy walked down the hall completely nude. He carried his backpack and the only other thing on his person was a black sheathe around his, obviously erect, penis. 'I must be dreaming' she thought to herself as her mouth hung open and she temporarily forgot how to blink. The boy glanced at the two older women as he passed them, bowed his head in embarrassment and began to walk more quickly on past them. However, his steps suddenly stopped. Not 10 feet away from Rachael he halted walking, reached his hand out to the wall and leaned against it. He bent slightly at the waist and Rachael could not help but stare at his bare ass that was now clenching and releasing repeatedly. The boy breathed heavily and squinted his eyes closed. He let out a series of quiet, high pitched moans that gradually grew. Rachael immediately recognized this as the signs that he was about to reach an orgasm. 'That thing on his penis must be doing something to him' she realized. Abruptly the boy stopped his moans and muscle contractions. His face showed a look of intense consternation as he looked up, almost pleadingly at Mrs. Heyward. "Please ma'am" he said raggedly. He briefly met his eyes to Rachael's and quickly turned back towards Mrs. Heyward, his utter humility showed clearly on his countenance. "Please may I be allowed to cum?" "Move along John-Henry" said the woman not angrily, but sternly. The boy straightened himself and slowly walked away. Still Rachael's eyes were transfixed to his nude form until he disappeared from her view Rachael was shocked at what she had just seen. But she was also a very intelligent young woman and she thought about everything Mrs. Heyward had said to her. 'Keep your mind open' and 'your mind will wrestle with your emotions.' Rachael was not entirely sure what she'd just seen but everything she knew about education seemed to scream about how it must be wrong. However, as Mrs. Heyward had predicted, there was another side of Rachael, the sexual side, that was exceedingly excited by the spectacle. Her panties under her smart, grey skirt were now soaked and she felt that familiar feeling of warmth within her gentiles, radiating up into her tummy. Mrs. Heyward looked at the speechless and unmoving Rachael and began to talk. "We here at Dramatus believe the sexual being is the most important aspect of our mortal structure. We believe that our highest level of existence is rooted in our sexuality; and that our sexual identity is our most true and honest identity. At Dramatus we, all of us, seek liberation through the full understanding and experience of mortal sexuality. We reward with sexual gratification, and punish with sexual degradation. What you just witnessed was the latter. Young John-Henry transgressed and is being punished by means of a device we call the 'sleeve and probe.' For five days, every minute he is within this building he is being kept at continual arousal without being allowed to release. At the end of each day he is inspected and if he has released without permission two more days are added to his sentence. It is what we call 'chastity with continual stimulation' or a CCS punishment; and it is just one of the many, many forms of punishment and reward we have here at Dramatus." Rachael struggled internally. On one side this was so far from what she'd expected to be doing as a student teacher she felt like she must leave and find a normal school to work at. On the other she realized that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. She'd always heard motivational speakers and the like saying 'seize the opportunities that come your way.' When would she ever get another opportunity like this? Never. This could be the start of a whole new life; and not the stodgy, rather dull life of a teacher she'd a few years ago relegated herself to living out. She felt she must go through with this. She must give it a try if only to look back on it one day as the strangest and most interesting few months of her life. "What are you thinking Rachael?" Mrs. Heyward asked. She'd intentionally dropped the 'Miss.' in an attempt to reach Rachael on a more personal level now. After some hesitation Rachael answered. "I'm thinking that teaching is about to get more exciting and interesting than I ever imagined." Rachael smiled and turned to look at Mrs. Heyward. Mrs. Heyward smiled back. "I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that. What are you feeling right now Rachael? Tell me the truth." "Well" began Rachael. "I'm feeling confused, excited, and....." she paused. "Go on" encouraged the older woman "Horny" said Rachael with a sheepish grin. "And what would you like to do about your current condition of sexual excitement?" asked Mrs. Heyward matter-of-factly Rachael saw no reason to say anything but the truth. "I'd like to go back to my room and......you know.......touch myself. Like, to relieve a little bit of this pressure so I can get my mind under control." Rachael blushed hearing herself say those words to an older woman who was basically a perfect stranger. "Come with me, I know just the thing for you." instructed Mrs. Heyward. Rachael tingled all over hearing those words, wondering just what might be in store for her. Rachael was led through a few hallways. She saw into a few classrooms on their walk but the path was cleared out of students now as they were all in their respective classes. Mrs. Heyward brought Rachael into a room with no window on the door. Inside was a desk with a man who appeared in his early thirties. The room was large and had a few comfortable looking sofas, chairs, and even a couple beds. Along the walls were all manner of interesting looking devices of a sexual nature. Though the object that most caught Rachael's attention was a young woman, clearly a student, on her knees in front of the desk facing towards the door. She was entirely nude save a collar around her neck. Attached to this collar was a chain that was secured to the heavy looking desk in the center of the room. The girl stood as the two women entered. "Welcome Mrs. Heyward and guest." "Hello Bethany, this is Miss Rachael. Miss. Rachael, this is Bethany." Bethany walked towards the two women, the chain around her neck just allowing her to get to them and shake Rachael's hand. "Resume your waiting position Bethany" instructed Mrs. Heyward. Without speaking Bethany turned and went back to kneeling at the front of the desk. Bethany was quite tall and very slender. She had rather little in the way of breasts but her small mounds were adorned with bright pink nipples. Her skin was pale to the point of Rachael thinking this girl needed to get out more. The skin tone was augmented by Bethany's ink black hair and dark black eyeliner. Where her long legs met her back there was a gorgeous, pale skinned ass. On the reverse side her pubic hair was completely shaven clean. "This is the reward room" explained Mrs. Heyward. "It is here that students and faculty who have shown exemplary behavior are allowed to come, pardon the pun, and be fulfilled in any number of countless ways. Bethany, here, is being punished. She was placed in CCS punishment and continually demonstrated that she was unable to control her releases. She is now serving one full week as a reward room attendant. She is to service any person entering this room to receive gratification in any approved way they desire. Bethany has demonstrated on multiple occasions that she is an expert in the true art of cunnilingus. I suggest you take advantage of this fact to alleviate your issue; unless, of course, you have something else in mind." Rachael began to smile at the gorgeous young woman chained to the desk who looked so ready to serve. Though Rachael had kept it a secret from most everyone else, it was no secret to Rachael herself that she was, at least, somewhat attracted to women and had often fantasized about being with one. Rachael thought quickly and assumed her new position of power with ease. "Bethany" she began. "I want you to pleasure me with your mouth until I am satisfied." "As you wish Miss. Rachael" she replied. Rachael walked over to one of the comfy looking chairs, unfastened her skirt, and let it pool around her feet on the floor. Her white cotton panties were a complete mess with her juices and she removed them as well. She revealed beneath them a very pretty vagina. Though not bare, she kept it well trimmed. She gingerly stepped out of the dress and panties around her ankles and sat down on the chair. Bethany had stood and had walked over to where Rachael was now sitting, the chain still anchoring her to the desk. There were pillows strewn about and Bethany grabbed one on which to kneel. Rachael watched in anticipation as Bethany positioned herself between Rachael's legs. Rachael's heart was fluttering and her pussy dripped like a sieve. She scooted her buttocks to the very edge of the chair and beckoned Bethany to begin. DUYA 01 A girl accustomed to taking orders, Bethany assumed that when Rachael requested to be pleasured by mouth it meant that she desired to by pleasured by mouth only. Even if this was not what Rachael had intended, and she hadn't, it is still what Bethany did. The pale, dark haired, and nude girl started by slowly kissing her way up from Rachael's ankles. One leg at a time, a couple times each, she kissed all the way up to Rachael's pelvis. The entire time she kept her hands clasped behind her back. She moved her mouth close to Rachael's pussy lips and breathed warm air onto the soft, sensitive skin. Rachael began to breath more heavily aching to feel Bethany's touch on her. Slowly Bethany leaned in and gave Rachael's pussy a soft, but long kiss. A few more times she kissed, up and down Rachael's dripping slit. Bethany breathed the aroma in deep, thoroughly enjoying her task. She slowly licked Rachael's juices off of her lips, savoring the unmistakable taste of a woman's lust. Then, without warning, she plunged her tongue into Rachael's soft darkness. Rachael bucked her hips entirely off the chair and gasped deeply. Bethany moved her head with Rachael's hips, not breaking oral-to-vaginal contact. Bethany furiously and expertly worked her tongue in all the right places. Rachael had never had so good a partner go down on her. She was reaching orgasm after only a minute of Bethany's onslaught upon her. As Rachael's climax began Bethany drastically slowed her tongue. With less stimulation Rachael's climb to climax was slowed. Bethany now licked so slowly that Rachael's impending orgasm began to recede. Rachael panted and made high pitched chirps, looking down at Bethany with a questioning look as if to say 'OMG, I WAS SO CLOSE! WHY DID YOU STOP!?' but she was incapable of forming words. Bethany saw Rachael's expression and knew exactly what the subject of her expert abilities was feeling. She smiled wickedly and began again to increase her pace and vary her style. Bethany kept Rachael on edge. Multiple times she worked the increasingly sweaty young blonde to the edge and held her there with masterful tongue. By now Rachael had taken off the rest of her clothes. Her nude body was slick and shining as pert breasts raised and lowered with her deep breathing. Bethany knew that each time Rachael came close to climax it was as if climbing a ladder to the clouds and each time she let Rachael slip back a few rungs it would be all the better when she finally broke the horizon. Finally Bethany decided it was time to give Rachael that for which she had been waiting. Pink tongue flew across pink pussy and Rachael reached the point of no return. Rachael screamed, really screamed; she'd never done this during sex before. Her orgasm was so powerful that she actually squirted juices all over Bethany's pretty face. Bethany didn't miss a beat and kept going on Rachael for what seemed like minutes. Slowly the beautiful woman came down from her ecstasy. Her muscles relaxed and she became a puddle in the chair, unmoving save her breathing. But Bethany wasn't done yet. Taking initiative she moved to sit on the arm of the chair and reached her left hand down to Rachael's pussy, soaked with her own cum and Bethany's saliva. Bethany slipped her finger just slightly into Rachael and rapidly moved her hand causing a vibratory sensation. Rachael was again being brought to orgasm, a different kind of orgasm this time. It was much less powerful but it still caused her muscles to tense and her breath to quicken. Bethany was unrelenting and brought her subject to at least three more of these small and rapid orgasms. Rachael lost count of them. When Bethany finally suspended her actions Rachael was more than spent. She couldn't move an inch were it a matter of life and death. She felt a hundred pounds heavier as she ceased to sit in the chair and simply existed upon it. Bethany draped a blanket over Rachael and gently stroked her shoulder length blonde hair and it was only a matter of moments before Rachael succumbed to a deep sleep. Rachael was awakened by a handsome man. She soon recognized him as the one who had been sitting behind the large desk. It took a few moments for Rachael to gather her thoughts and remember exactly where she was and how she got there. "You ok?" he asked with a smile. "Yea, I'm fine. Just..... a little groggy I guess" said Rachael as she woke up. "Here, I have this for you Miss." and the man held out a luxurious and warm looking red robe. Rachael had almost forgotten that she was nude under the blanket. The man turned his back as Rachael stood and wrapped herself in the comfortable robe. The man set down a pair of fuzzy slippers and Rachael stepped into them. "I've been instructed to escort you back to your room" said the man. "My name is Rob, by the way. Your clothes have been cleaned and have been returned to your room." "Thank you Rob" was all Rachael could think to say. Rob led the young woman back to her quarters. Dusk would soon be approaching which meant Rachael must have been asleep for nearly eight hours. "Carl has cooked you a nice meal for this evening. Mrs. Heyward has instructed me to inform you that you may take tomorrow off to make a decision on whether or not you would like to accept a student teaching position here at Dramatus. You'll find a book on your pillow, it is the rules and regulations of the school and Mrs. Heyward wants you to take some time tomorrow to read it. If you need anything or have any questions there's a list of who to call by the telephone in your quarters." By this time they had reached the small building that acted as Rachael's temporary home. Rachael thanked Rob, went inside, and had a nice dinner. She found the book and began to read it. She figured she might as well get that done so she could have all of tomorrow to rest and recuperate. She wouldn't need the time to make a decision, after all. Rachael knew she was at Dramatus to stay. DUYA 02 By noon the next day Rachael had finished reading the rules and had moved on to a list and description of various reward and punishment methods. The latter was on a laptop that had been provided in her living space. It was a long and thorough document. It had over 300 ideas each for rewards and punishments. Every method was described in detail and many had pictures or even videos accompanying them. In four hours Rachael had only gotten through a few dozen of the punishments. She kept getting distracted; just reading about the means of discipline made her very horny and she'd had to stop twice to finger herself off to an orgasm just to try and be able to focus. She'd just gotten back into reading after lunch when there was a knock at her door dissimilar to the style of Mrs. Heyward the day before. Rachael opened the door wearing just her white bathrobe. The robe was nothing special or intentionally sexy but Rachael looked very good in it, nonetheless, with damp hair. Outside her door was Carl. When Rachael saw the slightly portly groundskeeper she more than half expected him to display signs of awkwardness considering her current appearance. When Carl seemed to show no signs of being off-put Rachael realized that he must have seen some pretty crazy things in his time at Dramatus. "Miss." he began after Rachael welcomed him. "Mrs. Heyward wanted me ta tell ye that she'd like to meet with ye at 5:00 sharp this eave'in. She wanted me to inform ye that yer not'n to eat no dinner before commin'. She'lla be waitin' for ye in her office." Carl then described where Mrs. Heyward's office was. He gave a bow and left. Rachael figured Mrs. Heyward wanted to have dinner with her and discuss how she was to proceed. Rachael set to the computer documents with a renewed determination to get through it all before her dinner with the assistant principal. Through sheer will and determination Rachael managed to keep her hands off herself and by the time 4:00 rolled around she had gotten through all of the punishments and had just gotten into the rewards. She relegated herself to having to finish it after dinner and got herself cleaned up a bit. Quite worked up from all the reading, she again had to restrain from letting her hand stray south when she stood in front of a long mirror wearing only a pair of light green panties. She admired her slender and toned body for a few minutes before forcing herself to put on a slim black dress and black heals. She donned her makeup and headed out to meet with Mrs. Heyward. Mrs. Heyward's office was in the converted mansion with all the classrooms. At this time of the evening there were only a few students in the halls, probably for play practice or something of the like Rachael figured. They all seemed friendly, smiling and saying hello as they passed. As Rachael reached her destination she knocked lightly on the door. "You may enter" she heard Mrs. Heyward's distinctive voice call out from the other side of the door. Upon entering the office Rachael saw that it wasn't anything too unexpected or unusual for a school administrator's office with the exception of the expensive looking furniture, decor, and lighting; left over from the building's years as a decadent mansion. Mrs. Heyward stood and smiled at Rachael, greeting her as she walked in. Rachael returned the greeting and sat in a chair across from Mrs. Heyward. "Have you made your decision Rachael?" she asked with the hint of a knowing smile featured on her expression. "I have" Rachael replied, now with a few butterflies in her stomach. The moment was here when she would officially agree to place herself into a situation she had never even dreamed could actually exist. "And?" probed the silver haired woman. "I am very excited to spend the next several months, and maybe even more, her at Dramatus University for Young Adults." Rachael tried to keep her tone in control but she was smiling uncontrollably and her voice was clearly showing her excitement. "I'm so glad to hear that Rachael. I can't tell you how excited I am to have such a promising, and beautiful, young teacher here at Dramatus." The two expressed gratitude towards each other and made small talk about what was to come for a few minutes. "Well," Mrs. Heyward said. "Have you had a chance to read the rules or the rewards and punishments?" "I read all the rules and am more than half way through the rewards and punishments but there's just so many I wasn't able to get through them all." Mrs. Heyward smiled sympathetically. "I know dear, there's a lot to read. Don't worry about it, you'll have plenty of time to get through it all. I was mostly just concerned that you read the rules. As you have now read them, you may beware that we have a slight issue which we must address." Mrs. Heyward's smile faded and so did Rachael's along with her. "What issue is that?" Rachael asked, concerned because she didn't know to what Mrs. Heyward was referring. "This dear" she said as she reached into a drawer in her large desk and pulled out a bottle of rum that was still mostly full. "Carl found this in your room when he cooked your dinner last night. As you are now aware, there is no alcohol allowed on campus without prior approval from a member of the school administration. This rule applies to both students and professors." Mrs. Heyward let this information sink in as Rachael quickly played out scenarios in her head trying to anticipate where this was going. She had completely forgotten about the bottle of rum and hadn't even thought about it when she read that rule. "Oh, I'm so sorry Mrs. Heyward. I hadn't read through the rules when I'd brought that into my cottage. I can dispose of it immediately." The old teacher took on a tone of dissatisfaction that had put ice water into the veins of countless pupils and peers in the past. Rachael was no exception. "At my school ignorance of the rules has never, and will never be an excuse for disobedience." She looked at Rachael with cold blue eyes and the young woman felt a chill run down her spine and extend to her fingers. Then Mrs. Heyward spoke the words Rachael was hoping not to hear. "I'm afraid you will need to be punished Miss. Rachael." Mrs. Heyward sat motionless and let what she'd said sink in. For a few moments Rachael looked with wide eyes at the woman across from her. She'd just gotten done learning about all the possible punishments and while many of them and gotten her very turned on the prospect of actually being the recipient of some of them was now not something for which Rachael was too sure she was ready. Rachael's shock at the realization of what was going to happen to her lasted only a fleeting moment. She quickly composed herself and acknowledged what had been said. "I understand Mrs. Heyward. I broke the rules and I deserve punishment for that." She found the act of speaking those words physically difficult but knew it was what she should say. "I knew you would understand Rachael. Now I realize that this is your first punishment, that you were in your first day here, and that your infraction for having alcohol is less severe than if a student would have had it. Despite these things I have decided to give you a standard punishment that a student would receive for such an infraction. Your punishment will involve light to moderate pain and moderate sexual humiliation. Follow me and we will proceed to the punishment room." With that Mrs. Heyward stood and walked out of the room. Rachael followed to her destination with trepidation. Along with being nervous about being punished she also found that she was very excited. She wasn't sure what the punishment was going to be, but she was determined to be ready for it and to take it well. The punishment room looked much like the reward room only instead of comfortable furniture there were many intricate looking bondage machines and devices. In the back of the room there was a young male student, nude, with his hands bound and attached to the ceiling above his head. The boy's legs were being spread by anklets chained to the floor. Between his legs was a machine of some sort with an arm reaching up to his erect penis. At the end of this arm was a feather that was being repeatedly moved back and forth along the underside of his engorged cock. There was another man attending to the youth. Rachael saw this second man pump his hand along the bound student's cock presumably keeping it hard as the feather tormented the young man, keeping him on the edge for longer than could possibly be enjoyable. Rachael wondered how long he'd been there and how long he'd have to endure his punishment. His body was covered in glistening sweat and his face clearly showed the signs of his discomfort and frustration. Rachael's attention was soon refocused on Mrs. Heyward as she had the desk assistant, another attractive, slightly older man, come over to her. Mrs. Heyward held the bottle of rum out to the man. "This was found in Miss Rachael's room. She is to be disciplined for this breakage of rules by punishment number 132." "Understood" said the man. He looked at Rachael as he took the bottle of rum. "Remove your clothing, quickly" he said with confidence. Rachael timidly began to undress in front of this man and her boss and the few other people in the room who may happen to watch. "I said quickly!" the man said more forcefully. Rachael briskly pulled her tight black dress over her head. She stepped out of her shoes as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. As soon as these two things were done she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. She was now completely nude and she fought the urge to cover herself with her hands. She had the vague thought that she hadn't felt nearly this self conscious when she was in the reward room with Bethany but was too preoccupied to dwell on the reasons for this. Mrs. Heyward spoke "Pick them up and place them neatly in a cubby." Along the wall were a series of shelves where Rachael placed her clothing and walked back over to Mrs. Heyward. The man had gone into what appeared to be one of a few bathrooms the doors to which were along the right wall of the large room. "James has gone to prepare your enema, come with me." Mrs. Heyward led Rachael to what looked like a medical chair with stirrups. "Lay down and place your ankles in the stirrups please." instructed Mrs. Heyward. Rachael laid down on her back and had to raise and spread her legs to place her ankles in position. She was now very aware of her vulnerable pussy completely on display and her face flushed bright red. Mrs. Heyward secured Rachael's legs with Velcro straps. She then moved to Rachael's sides and secured the young blonde's arms to the side of the chair with the same kind of Velcro straps. Rachael was now pinned down and she started to get very nervous. If she were an asthmatic she'd probably be hyperventilating. As it was her bare chest and taught stomach heaved quickly and deeply as she awaited what was to come. Mrs. Heyward stepped on a pedal that lowered the upper part of the chair and placed Rachael in a completely laying down position save for her elevated and spread legs. Mrs. Heyward ran a delicate hand from Rachael's neck down through her cleavage, slowly along her belly, towards her pelvis and lightly brushed Rachael's spread pussy lips. Rachael gasped at the pleasurable sensations and it caused her breathing to slow a bit. "From now on I want you to keep this beautiful sex of yours clean shaven at all times. Do you understand?" Rachael nodded her head and through her heavy breaths whispered "yes." Now James returned with a large water bag and hooked it to a pole on the side of the medical chair. "This will be a little cold" he said, and with a rubber gloved hand he spread a generous amount of lubrication on Rachael's anus. He slipped a greased finger into her rectum and Rachael chirped at the unexpected sensation. "She's very tight. I don't think she's ever had much up here if anything at all." "Are you an anal virgin Rachael?" Mrs. Heyward asked matter-of-factly. Rachael paused as James inserted a nozzle into Rachael's well lubricated but tight opening. The nozzle was attached to a hose that extruded from the water bag. "I am" she said in an airy voice. She'd wondered in the past if she'd enjoy anal sex but was a bit too afraid to try it out of the blue with anyone she'd been with. She might have mentioned that she'd tried inserting a couple of her smaller dildos and vibrators up her ass and had enjoyed it if she hadn't currently been existing entirely in the moment and unable to think of anything but what she was feeling. James twisted something on the nozzle and Rachael began to feel a warmth start to poor into her. "Oh my god!" she gasped at the unfamiliar feeling. "Holy shit!" she exclaimed even louder and a smile began to curl her lips. "Oh wow it's warm. Oh my......Oh my!" "This enema is special Rachael, do you know why?" asked Mrs. Heyward. Rachael had read about this punishment but she was experiencing far too much stimulus to be able to recollect it's details. She simply shook her head no in answer. "This enema is part water, but mostly the rum we found in your room." Rachael heard the words but they didn't mean much to her. "Did you know that the fastest means for alcohol to enter into the blood stream is through the walls of the anal passage?" "What?" asked Rachael trying to understand what was being said as her anus and bowels began to feel warm and full in a way that was actually pleasurable as well as feeling very strange. "You're going to get very drunk very quickly Rachael." She placed her hand on the strapped down woman's abdomen. "This is just a 1.25 liter enema so it shouldn't be too difficult for you to hold. Once you start to become full you will feel cramping in your stomach. This will be similar to very intense menstrual cramping pains but somewhat different. You will feel that you need to use the toilet immediately but I trust you will be able to restrain yourself. When you are full you will be released from these bonds and will have a task to perform. While still holding your enema you must fellate James. The standard time for an enema to be held is five minutes. But you will hold yours until you bring James to orgasm. The better your skill the quicker you will be able to release and the less pain you will endure. Are you starting to feel the cramps yet?" As Mrs. Heyward said this Rachael was feeling very full. Too full in fact, to the point of being quite uncomfortable. Then as more and more liquid steamed into her she began to feel the cramps. "Oh god." She said. A few moments later the pain became more intense. "Oh god, oh god!" She said now more loudly. "By the time you have earned your release I suspect you will be fairly intoxicated. It is then that you will receive the final part of your punishment. Once you have released your enema you will be required to release an orgasm. You will impale yourself upon a stationary dildo and ride it until you cum. Now because you will be drunk it may be more difficult than you expect to bring yourself to orgasm. I suggest you try to cum quickly before your natural lubricant dries which is another side effect of intoxication as you will not be allowed artificial lubricant and you will not be allowed to cease trying to cum until you do, in fact, cum." Rachael heard what Mrs. Heyward was saying but she was now in a substantial amount of pain. She had no idea an enema would cause such severe cramps in her stomach. "There" James said. "That's all of it. Clench down now, I'm going to remove the nozzle and we don't want any leaking." Rachael squeezed her rectum around the nozzle and James slowly pulled it out. A small squirt of liquid accompanied the removal of the nozzle but Rachael managed to keep the bulk of her burden inside her. James unstrapped Rachael's feet and arms and helped her to stand from the table. "On your knees now Miss Rachael" he said. Gingerly Rachael descended to her knees, a pillow was there for her to kneel on. Instead of just going to her knees Rachael bent over onto her left hand and with her right she clutched her stomach. "Please Mrs. Heyward. It hurts, I don't think I can hold it long. It really hurts." Rachael's teeth clenched as she tried to hold in the liquid and even as she knelt there pleading for early release she began to feel the effects of the rum. Mrs. Heyward adopted a harsh tone. "Do not beg to me bitch! Your punishment will not be modified! Your release will be attained only when you have cum on your face, slut, so you'd do well to start sucking!" Rachael moaned but despite everything she found herself getting incredibly turned on by the way Mrs. Heyward was talking to her. She composed herself, still bent at the waist, and unfastened James' pants. She pulled down his jeans and lavender boxer-briefs unceremoniously now attempting to end her agony and gain the release she wanted badly. James' penis was clean shaven, dark in complexion, large, and half erect already. Rachael had seen few prettier cocks but she was in too much of a hurry to enjoy it's sight. She dove her face into James' crotch, immediately taking his warm piece into her mouth. She sucked hard and flicked her tongue around the head. It wasn't long before James was completely erect and in rhythm with her head bobbing Rachael began to stroke the thick shaft with her right hand. She cupped his balls lightly with her left hand and worked diligently on his member. She removed James' dick from her mouth to let out whimpers or screams at the pain in her stomach. Rachael began to enjoy her task and was getting hornier and hornier. She was also getting more drunk with each passing minute. As she gave the most tiring blow job she'd ever given she fought against the unrelenting pressure in her anus and kept the water inside body. She also struggled against the cramps that were also not diminishing. In fact it was more the pain than the sensation of needing to expel that drove her to furiously try to bring James to orgasm. It was then that she remembered a trick that had been so effective on one of her boyfriends that once she applied it he would cum in about ten seconds every time. Rachael removed her left hand from James' sack and reached it around to her ass. With her index finger she scooped up as much lube from her back opening as she could. Never stopping her sucking, bobbing, and pumping she reached her left hand between James' legs and pressed her finger to the opening of his anus. She slowly started to press her finger into James and the handsome man made new sounds of pleasure Rachael had not previously elicited from him. Rachael wiggled her finger inside the warm cavity pressing down and pushing it in and out. Sure enough, this seemed to do the trick for James. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Oh god yes!" Even though Rachael heard the words they didn't quite register to her. First she felt James' ass clench onto her finger. Then she gagged a bit as he pumped his hips into her mouth. This caused her to cough just as James began to cum. She never stopped her hand though and the large cock exploded onto Rachael's face. Despite her agony Rachael continued to pump penis and finger ass hole until the orgasm was finished and she had a large load of semen on her face. Some had even dripped down onto her tits and a bit had gotten in her mouth. Desperately Rachael looked up to Mrs. Heyward who was now rubbing herself through her clothes as she watched the display. "MAY I PELASE RELEASE!?" she pleaded loudly. "Do not wipe any of that cum off of yourself. And yes, you may now go release." Mrs. Heyward had not even finished her sentence before Rachael was standing, hunched over, and rushing towards one of the bathrooms. Rachael began to expel her enema the instant she sat down and she screamed as the flow of liquid from her body seemed to be endless. She sat for a good 20 minutes making sure everything was out and recovering from the pain of the cramps which still had not subsided completely. It was only after a few minutes of sitting that she realized the room was spinning around her. She wasn't completely drunk, but she was heavily buzzed. She didn't know how long it took her to bring James to orgasm but she figured it must have been at least ten minutes. DUYA 02 When she finally finished in the bathroom she had to concentrate on walking out into the main room. The cum on her face had mostly dried and that which hadn't had dripped onto her tits. "Well look at this absolute slut." said Mrs. Heyward. "Stumbling out of the bathroom completely naked, looking spent, with a drying load of cum on her face and chest. You look very horny slut, would you like to ride this cock?" The woman gestured to a short stool upon which was fixed a moderately sized purple dildo. Rachael reached down to her pussy to find that it was still damp but some of her horniness had faded while she was in the bathroom. She slowly walked over to the stool having to concentrate harder than she liked just to keep her balance. She made it to the stool and straddled her legs to either side of it. She slowly lowered herself onto the dildo and let it slip inside her. She breathed in sharply as the only one of her three cavities that had not yet been filled that night got its turn. She closed her eyes and began humping the stool which was solidly anchored to the floor. She enjoyed the feelings of having her pussy filled and rode the dildo hard to maximize her enjoyment. However, as Mrs. Heyward had predicted Rachael was finding it hard to reach climax. She bent over and slammed her hips down onto the dildo. She leaned back and circled her hips with the object deep inside her. She tried several different methods and was slowly working herself up to an orgasm, very slowly. It was taking so long, in fact, that her legs and already tormented abs where getting very tired. A few times she had to take a break and rest her muscles, she wasn't used to having to do all the work in this way. Rachael started to feel what she didn't want to have happen. She could tell that she was starting to go dry; reaching that point where the orgasm doesn't want to come and the pussy is just getting too tired to continue. She reached her hand down and massaged her clit a bit to try and get her juices flowing again. She felt a bit more moisture encompass the dildo inside her and she started back up her humping. She worked hard to find the right angle and get the fake cock to hit her in just the right spot. She fought through her aching muscles and increasingly sore pussy and finally began to feel the telltale signs that she was about to cum. When she finally humped her way to orgasm it was small, weak, unsatisfying, and as soon as it was done she felt the fire in her pussy from the dry friction upon the dildo. She dropped off the stool and curled up on the floor, one hand clutching her sore vagina and the other her still aching abs. The man whose cum was still dried upon Rachael's cheeks and chest walked over and scooped her up into his arms. "Now that you have an idea of what punishment is like here you will understand what it means to send someone to the punishment room. You will realize the gravity of the punishments you administer. But bear in mind, every student here is willing to accept their punishments and you must not be afraid of giving them what they deserve. How do you feel Rachael?" Rachael looked up at Mrs. Heyward and managed to smile a bit. "I'm ok. My legs feel like jelly, my stomach hurts, I'm still a bit drunk, and my pussy will be sore for a few days, but I'm ok. Actually...." Rachael paused for a moment. "I actually kind of liked it all." Her smile grew and it was reciprocated by Mrs. Heyward. "I knew you would Rachael, that's why I picked you. Just wait until you get to be the one who gives the punishment." Rachael contemplated this thought and enjoyed the prospects it brought. Her smile broadened as rested on the bed. In about an hour she felt recuperated enough to walk back to her room. Wearing a wrinkled black dress on her body, frazzled hair on her head, and dried cum on her face she made it back with the help of James. Again in her room was a meal prepared for her and she realized just how hungry she was as she ate it even before cleaning herself up. Rachael went to bed that night thinking about what Mrs. Heyward had said about giving out punishments. As she lay with a sore pussy and lingering pain in her abs she couldn't help but get anxious for when she'd first be able to discipline a student, exude sexual dominance as the pupil was forced to humiliate themselves before her. Despite its condition Rachael's pussy began to get moist at these thoughts. She reached her hand down and found it was still too tender to do anything and realized she'd probably have to wait a few days before she could orgasm again. The thought of having to wait so long to cum was almost more torture than the pain when she was constantly being sexually aroused at this wonderful place. DUYA 03 Mrs. Heyward had given Rachael the rest of the week to recover and to study more. Rachael had spent the time re-reading everything. She was also allowed to visit the punishment and reward rooms just to observe and see some practices applied. She also sat in on a few classes. These were much more in her comfort zone, as the classes were fairly normal for the most part. Aside from the provocative uniforms and the odd completely or mostly naked student the classrooms were Rachael's retreat to the familiar. Rachael learned that there were three predominant places for students to receive punishment. The most common was in the classroom after class had dismissed. This was for more minor offences that would be documented, but weren't anything egregious: late assignments, talking out of turn repeatedly, mild disrespect to the teacher, that sort of thing. The second most common was an in class punishment. These were meant to be more humiliating as the student would be punished in front of his or her classmates. However these punishments normally did not last too long as the professor did not want to sacrifice too much class time. The third place, the place for the most humiliating and painful punishments, of course was the punishment room. There were other ways and places punishments could be administered, but these were the most common. It was early in the day on the last day of Rachael's week in training. Next week she would take over her own class. She was in a history class, observing a professor named Mr. Walker. Mr. Walker appeared in his early 40s. Not very tall, balding with the remnants of bright colored red hair, muscular in a stocky way and ruggedly handsome. Mr. Walker had just given a portion of the lesson and let the students have 20 minutes to work on group projects "Ms. Rachael" he called. Rachael had been walking from group to group helping where she could. She came to the front of the class at Mr. Walker's call. "Could you please escort Bradley to the bathroom, let him relieve himself, and check to make sure he has not released? Thank you." Bradley had been placed in Chastity with Continual Stimulation (CCS). This was a high level punishment as it required to the student to be entirely naked save for tight leather underwear. For a female a vibrating and elctro-stimulating probe would be inserted into both of her private orifices and held in place by the chastity underwear. For a man a probe would be in the anus and a sleeve around his penis was also electro and vibratory. The devices were quite complex, able to tell when a man's testicles would retract and their prostate pulse; also able to tell when a woman's vaginal walls would contract. It would then lessen stimulation as the most agonizing part of CCS punishment was that the subject would be constantly aroused but disallowed to cum. However, it was not uncommon for the student to cum anyway and if that were the case, if they were unable to control themselves, they would face further punishment. The locked chastity devices also meant that the student had to be escorted every time they needed to use the restroom which furthered their humiliation along with being all but naked and constantly on the edge fighting not to release. Rachael approached Bradley who was working with his group. Her heart was racing and she felt such a power over these students as she prepared to say what she'd been taught she should. Without attempting to be discrete Rachael stood over the students and announced "Bradley, now will be a good time for you to use the restroom and be inspected for premature release. Follow me immediately please." Rachael had to concentrate to keep her breath even and her voice steady. She was both nervous and aroused but tried hard to keep both a secret from the students. Bradley blushed a bit but stood without objection and followed Rachael out to the bathrooms. Rachael escorted Bradley into the restroom; all restrooms at Dramatus University for Young Adults were large and unisex. Rachael had been given a master key that would work on any chastity device in the school, all teachers carried one of these. "Arms out to your sides please Bradley" she said as the two stood in the middle of the luxurious bathroom. This was not a typical school bathroom as this was in no way a typical school. The bathroom looked like something you'd see in a 5 star restaurant. Dark walls, sensuous lighting, ice in the urinals, a sofa at one end, a large standing area, and high walled stalls. Everything one would expect being in a converted mansion. Bradley stretched his arms out to his sides giving Rachael easy access to his chastity device. She slowly removed Bradley's mostly erect penis from its sheathe. She then stepped behind the young man. "Touch your toes please." she said curtly and without emotion. Bradley obliged and bent all the way over at the waist. It was just then that a pair of girls entered the restroom. Their conversation stopped briefly as they saw Bradley and had a giggle at his situation. Rachael carefully extracted the anal probe from the sculpted young man. Once Bradley was free of the device Rachael allowed him to use the restroom. "When you are finished, Bradley, please be sure to thoroughly wash your genitals and anus and also wash your chastity device. We must be sanitary." Rachael now looked into the end of the sleeve that had held Bradley's penis. She could see moisture in the end. Rachael held her hand at the opening of the sleeve and tipped the garment so that the moisture ran into her hand. As the liquid dripped onto her palm Rachael knew exactly what she was seeing. Though now room temperature and not fresh, what was pooling in her cupped hand was unmistakably semen. It was Bradley's cum, and a lot of it. He must have lasted a few days in chastity for his unsanctioned orgasm to produce so much seed. Rachael's small hand was barely able to contain it all. She carefully raised her hand to her nose and breathed in the distinctive masculine scent longer than she needed to in order to determine its composition. It was now that Bradley turned from the urinal and saw Rachael, Miss Rachael to him, with an accumulation of his cum in her hand and a stern look on her face. Bradley had, of course, known that he'd lost control earlier in the day. It was, in fact, his desires for Miss Rachael that had driven him over the edge at the beginning of class. He'd seen the beautiful young teacher about the school recently and his head had been filled with fantasies about her. He lasted about 5 minutes into class but staring at Miss Rachael where she sat in the front of the class was more than his overcharged cock could stand and he'd busted a huge nut into his chastity sleeve. He had only hoped that his mess would have dried enough before being inspected that no one would notice. This obviously didn't happen. "Please Miss Rachael, let me explain...." he began, but Rachael cut him off shortly. "An explanation is not necessary Bradley, I am able to decipher what has transgressed inside your chastity device on my own." Rachael's own words, and the feelings of power they brought were making her very hot. She could easily feel her warm pussy begin to lubricate itself. Her thoughts darted to Mrs. Heyward, the coolly dominant woman on whom she'd based her own mannerisms towards students who had disobeyed orders, and wondered if Mrs. Heyward still felt this rush when she assumed a position of power over a subordinate. "Your first manner of business will be to wash this" she said as she held the chastity device out to Bradley. With a red face Bradley took the leather underwear and carefully washed it in the sink. Rachael continued to hold the young man's semen in her hand. As Bradley was finishing his task his frustration was visibly growing. He knew he was in trouble, and he knew that it was his fault. Typical of young men, though, he was yet unwilling to accept this blame and turned his frustration into anger towards this new teacher who had found him out. 'Who is this blond bimbo of a teacher to tell me I'm in trouble?' he thought to himself. 'I've been here three years, she doesn't even know what's going on.' And he began to devise a plan to rid himself of further punishment. "Miss Rachael, I know you're new here, so I should probably tell you that most of the professors don't mind if a student cums just once during their CCS. I mean, it's not like it can be helped sometimes. I mean, if it happens a lot then, yea, but since I only came once during the last four days that's normally overlooked." he paused, hoping his words had been effective. "Just so you know." he added. Rachael continued to stare down the arrogant student. She was now trembling on the inside with excitement, imagining the ways she would punish Bradley for trying to trick her and treat her so disrespectfully. "March back to your classroom young man" she said sternly. "What about this?" he questioned holding up the chastity underwear. "I said march! Now!" Rachael barked. Bradley looked angry but turned and walked back to his classroom completely naked. His left hand tightly grasped the leather device and his right hand was curled into a tight fist. Rachael followed behind slowly, being careful not to spill any of the boy's cum from her hand. When the two reached the room Mr. Walker and the students couldn't help but notice the situation. "Stand in front and face the class please Bradley" Rachael commanded. Though Bradley was completely embarrassed he couldn't hide his excitement at the situation as his cock began to grow in front of his peers. "Bradley was unable to successfully complete his CCS punishment this week. In addition, he chose to disrespect me and attempt to get out of further punishment. Bradley must be punished twofold. First he will be punished for not controlling himself through his assignment of CCS." Rachael now turned to Bradley who stood, humiliated, in front of the class. "As punishment for premature release I believe it would only be correct for you to return your cum back to your body, where it never should have left in the first place." Bradley turned with wide eyes towards Miss Rachael, fearing what would come next. "Please lick my hand clean Bradley, and do not spill a single drop." Bradley quickly looked at the senior instructor in the room and pleaded "Mr. Walker!? Please...." "Enough Bradley! You will do as you are told." "On your knees Bradley" Rachael instructed. Bradley slowly and resignedly lowered himself onto his knees. Rachael walked over to him and held her hand full of cum, his cum, in front of his face. "Hands clasped behind your back please Bradley" she added. Bradley tightly gripped his hands behind his back and stared at the petite hand almost overflowing with his lukewarm jizz. Bradley was not gay and not bi, though many of his classmates seemed to be, and he didn't at all enjoy the prospect of tasting cum. He had a few times and it was not a pleasant experience for him. He gagged a bit at the thought. Mr. Walker spoke. "Bradley, I cannot interrupt my class indefinitely. Please proceed." Bradley took a deep breath and began to dab his tongue at the pool of semen, trying to not taste too much of it. "If you cannot do this properly then I'll have to show you how" Rachael said. "Tilt your head back and open your mouth young man." Bradley did as he was told and Rachael quickly dumped the contents of her hand into Bradley's mouth while holding his head back by his hair. Once it was all in Rachael spoke again. "Close your mouth." Bradley did with a look of disgust on his face. "Now swallow." she commanded and Bradley forced the salty and bitter liquid down his throat. He gagged and coughed as it went down. "Now lick my hand clean, you're not done yet." Bradley leaned in and licked Rachael's hand, getting more of the unsavory taste. "Suck it off of my fingers as well" and Bradley, one by one, sucked Rachael's fingers clean. "You may stand" she instructed. Bradley stood. "Thank you Bradley. You took that well. However you must now also be punished for what you said to me. I do not wish to usurp any more of Mr. Walker's time with his class so I give you two options. Go the rest of the day entirely naked and report to the punishment room at the end of the school day, or stay here and receive immediate punishment from me after class and I will let you dress. The choice is yours." Bradley was furious with Miss Rachael but the prospect of an entire day completely naked and then a trip to the punishment room was more than he wanted to force on himself. "I'll meet with you after class" he said through gritted teeth. "Good, please return to your seat and get back to work." Bradley returned to his seat, the class returned to work, and Mr. Walker came over to Rachael. He brought her to the front corner of the classroom and spoke to her quietly. "Very well done Rachael, that was excellent. Would you like assistance after class with Bradley or do you think you can handle it." "I think I've got it under control" she said, proud of herself and filled with confidence. "As you wish Miss Rachael, and again; well done." The rest of class could not pass quickly enough for Rachael. It was all she could do to keep from rubbing herself through her skirt for the next hour. The taps between her legs that had opened in the bathroom had not closed and she knew she would need to change her panties when she was finished with her after class encounter. Though she tried to pay attention to Mr. Walker's lesson and help the students she was completely distracted by the myriad of thoughts flashing through her head regarding how she would humiliate and punish Bradley after class. Mr. Walker dismissed the class and everyone left. Mr. Walker was the last out the door and he closed it behind him. Only Rachael and Bradley remained in the room. The young student sat, naked and brooding, in his seat, just waiting for Miss Rachael to make the first move; she was nonchalantly correcting papers at the front of the room and deliberately making Bradley wait for his punishment. Some, but not all, of Bradley's frustration towards Rachael at what she'd done to him had faded. Though some resentment still remained there was also a resurgence of his sexual desires for her and the two amalgamated into an angry submissiveness. He wanted to be angry with Miss Rachael, and he still was a bit. He also found himself liking the feeling of being under her control and pretended to be more angry than he was so he could act as though he didn't enjoy her punishments which only made them sweeter. After an ample period of silence Rachael looked up from the papers in front of her and addressed her young charge. "Bradley, would you come here please?" Bradley stood and slowly approached the seated Rachael. His soft but ample member bounced as he stepped. "Bradley" Rachael began. "Would you mind explaining to me your earlier behavior please?" Bradley took a deep breath and decided to admit the truth. "The reason I came even though I wasn't supposed to was because.......well. It was because of you. I mean. It happened early in class and it happened because looking at you, well......y'know. I couldn't control myself." Bradley was embarrassed but he felt better having got that off his chest. Rachael was a bit taken aback by what she heard though she tried not to show it. "Bradley, you have already faced discipline for your unpermitted release. I was referring to your disrespect towards me in the bathroom." Bradley didn't know what to say. He'd just admitted how he was attracted to his teacher when it was completely unrelated to what she was asking him. His face turned red and he stammered a bit. Rachael was kind enough to save him from trying to think of appropriate words. "Do you respect me Bradley?" she asked. "I do, Miss Rachael." he answered. "Bradley, I would like you to apologize to me." Rachael insisted. "Miss Rachael, I'm sorry I disrespected you earlier. I was wrong and....I'm sorry." "Bradley I know I am different from most of the other teachers." Rachael spoke. "I realize I am younger than them and I realize I am still very new here. But please realize that I am, nonetheless, your teacher. You will listen to me, you will do as I say, and you will show me respect. If you do not, you will be punished. I'm going to ask you again, Bradley. Do you respect me?" Bradley's answer was more believable this time. "Yes, I do respect you Miss Rachael." "Good" Rachael said. "I want you to show me your respect. Get on your knees!" she commanded. Bradley, again, lowered himself to his knees. Rachael stood and walked over to him. She leaned against the front of the desk and lifted her skirt to reveal a skimpy black lace thong which left little to the imagination. Rachael pointed to the floor in front of her feet and simply demanded "Here!" Bradley complied and shuffled forward on his knees until he was face to pussy with Rachael. "Hands behind your back young man." she instructed. "Now, take down my panties, you may only use your mouth." Bradley could smell his teacher's feminine aroma and it was quickly exciting him. He leaned in and rather deftly gripped her thong in his mouth and pulled it down the length of her beautiful and smooth legs. She stepped out of them. "Now show your respect to my clit, Bradley. Use your skills and do not stop until I am satisfied." Bradley didn't waste a moment before diving his face into Rachael's hairless, pretty, and sopping wet pussy. She leaned back against the desk and spread her legs as much as she could without losing balance. Bradley's tongue was well practiced and with Rachael's already excited sexual state it didn't take long for her to explode onto the young student's face. Rachael enjoyed the throws of her orgasm, grasping the back of Bradley's head and grinding her slit onto his mouth. She moaned and chirped as she reached and came down from climax. Her breathing slowly returned to normal as Bradley softly cleaned her inner thighs with his tongue. Rachael looked at the desk against which she was leaning. It was solidly built of some hard wood, much like the stiff appendage of the student in front of her. She knew she'd have to reorganize the papers later but she didn't care. She needed to be fucked and she needed it immediately. She swiped all the papers from the desk into the air and they fluttered to the ground discordantly. Rachael lay back on the desk. "I need you in me now!" she demanded. Bradley did not hesitate. he was up off his knees in an instant and carefully aligned his rock hard cock at Rachael's desperate opening. "Wait!" she said. There was a very definite look of frustration on Bradley's face as he feared Rachael may have changed her mind. This, however, was not the case. "When you cum I want you to shoot it all into the crotch of my panties, do you understand?" "Yea, got it" Bradley said with a breathy voice. "No! Do you understand? All of your cum into the crotch of my thong!" "Yes Miss Rachael, I understand." Bradley would have been confused if his mind weren't too preoccupied by the situation to even consider why Rachael had said this, he simply complied. He quickly grabbed the discarded undergarment and dropped it on the desk next to Rachael before, again, lining up to penetrate her. He slowly began to ease the head of his throbbing tool into the slick warmth between his instructor's legs. "JUST FUCK ME!" Rachael screamed. Bradley needed no more guidance. He thrust himself completely into the petite blonde laid back on the desk. Rachael screamed as she was instantly filled. Bradley pumped in and out at, what seemed to him, a decent clip. But Rachael demanded more. "HARDER!" "FASTER!" DUYA 03 "FUCK ME!" She hadn't had a man inside of her since she got to the school two weeks ago, even a few weeks before that as well. She clawed at Bradley's chest. She pinched his nipples hard. She put his hands on her pert little breasts and dug her fingers into his back and his clenching young ass. Bradley pumped furiously and it wasn't long before he knew he would have to extract himself from the tight pussy into which he was lodged. Abruptly he pulled out of Rachael and quickly grabbed for her thong which had somehow not gotten knocked off the desk. He barely had time to spread the crotch of the panties in front of his cock head before he exploded into them. Though he'd come just an hour and a half earlier his balls were obviously still carrying more than their average load. By the time his orgasm subsided the entire crotch of the black lace thong was host to a pool of cum. "Wait here" Rachael said as she recovered her breath and stood. She patted down her skirt and walked to the back of the room where some spare uniforms were kept for just such an occasion. She grabbed the set she determined to be closest to Bradley's size and also a pair of white brief underwear. She walked back up to Bradley who was still recovering from his powerful orgasm. "This will be the conclusion of your disciplinary punishment. Not that what we just did was a punishment." she leaned in and pecked the young man on the cheek. "Call that a formal acceptance of your apology for disrespecting me. Your punishment is about to commence. Put on the thong Bradley." The student looked at the cum filled black lace panties. For a moment he considered arguing but thought better of it as he would prefer this to being forced, once again, to orally clean up his mess. Trying not to spill, he bent over and pulled the small undergarment up his legs. "Pause." Rachael said. Bradley stopped mid thigh. "Now put these on over them so nothing spills out." and she handed him the white briefs. Bradley also stepped into this pair of underwear and pulled the two up together. The warm cum was pressed against his now mostly flaccid penis. He felt it squish into the crevices of his genitals and he cringed at the sensation. Rachael walked around him and made sure the thong was firmly lodged between his muscular cheeks. Bradley then put on the rest of the uniform. "You may remove these when classes conclude this afternoon. If you need to use the restroom you must find me first so we can make sure those panties are refilled before you put them back on." Rachael instructed. As it was early in the morning Bradley was forced to find Rachael a little while after lunch and ask her to escort him to the restroom. After she allowed him to urinate Bradley was made, with dried cum covering his cock, to jerk himself off in front of her and any other student who happened to enter the bathroom and spill a fresh load of semen into the panties before putting them back on. Though only two people knew Bradley spent that day walking around in cum filled women's underwear the young man couldn't help but feel like his peers could tell if only from the smell. Rachael very much enjoyed this thought. Not that she wanted to set her students up for failure, but she already couldn't wait for the next student who would deserve punishment at her hands.