My Punishment

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I was in the sixth form at school, studying for my A levels. My best subject was Accountancy but favourite lessons were Economics. Not because I enjoyed the subject but because I was the only girl in a class of eight and as a result, the centre of attention for much of the time. Having turned seventeen, I’d been having sex for nearly twelve months with a group of friends, three boys and two girls. Most Economics classes were fuelled with sexual tension. It resulted from an event following one of our first classes, where I’d been teased verbally from beginning to end but the innuendo involved in their remarks had made me feel very sexy. They grew more suggestive with their comments and before I knew what I was doing, I was naked. It was an incredible experience and shortly afterwards, in the sixth form common room, I was naked again, having sex with my friends Isabella and then David. Economics classes took place in School House, a building a few minutes’ walk away from the main school building. More often than not because of the informal layout of the rooms and armchairs instead of desks, I’d end up barefoot and turned on. I’d lost count of how many times I’d ended teasing my pussy with my classmates watching and ignoring the teacher. A few weeks before this story took place, a friend and I had sex after our swimming session. During my Economics class, later that morning, she sent me a picture of herself naked, with her fingers buried deep in her pussy. As soon as I saw her text, I became wet and turned on. I started to masturbate, despite the lesson going on around me. I took off my shoes and socks, unfastened my skirt, slipped my fingers into my thong and began to tease my clit. The more turned on I became, the lower my skirt and thong moved, eventually exposing to where my fingers were disappearing in and out of my pussy. I didn’t care that the teacher had noticed what I was doing, lost in my own world and wanting to make myself climax. Eventually, he lost patience, deciding to end the lesson early, telling the class, we’d be having a test the next day because of my actions. During the next two hours, three of the boys stripped in front of me and undressed me, pulling four buttons off my shirt and ripping my bra and thong off in the process. They were very aggressive and dominant. You could argue, I was forced but I wanted them to be desperate and full of lust. It turned me on more. I gave three blow jobs, swallowing every drop of cum that they spurted down my throat. I was fucked three times, twice in my pussy and once in my arse. I’m not certain but think I had eight orgasms and was exhausted by the time they’d finished with me. The last fuck was mind blowing, lasting at least fifty minutes. It was made more exhilarating because the teacher and his wife, Miss Davis were watching through the open door, unbeknown to Kyle, who was pounding me as hard as he could. The teacher’s name was Tony and guessed was in his early forties, possibly late thirties and was extremely tall, I’d say, at least 6’8. He had short blonde hair, blue eyes and a well-manicured beard and moustache. He was solidly built and with his dour personality, there was little about him that I’d find appealing. When I stood next to him, I’ll admit I felt intimidated. He towered above my 5’6 frame and made me feel insignificant and small. Two weeks passed by and our Economics lessons were relatively uneventful. As normal, in those classes, I’d be barefoot and the boys would be very suggestive towards me. Tony had, up until seeing me having sex, been very cold towards me but then, seemed to smile at me every time I made eye contact with him. It was the last lesson of the week. The long walk from the main school building, up the long sleep path to school house, always felt longer and more of a drag than normal on a Friday afternoon but it was a grey day and bitterly cold. None of us liked Economics on Friday afternoons and boys far less suggestive sexually too. We all wanted to get home. I had on my thick coat to walk up to School House and think the unseasonable weather had affected all of our moods. I’d not even sat down when Tony followed us into the room and immediately informed me that I was going to stay behind so he could talk about my poor attitude. “What! Why? This is so unfair. You’re just picking on me,” I moaned with a sense of indignation. “Joanna, that proves my point, that your attitude isn’t right,” Tony replied. I was so angry and sat down in my usual armchair, getting my work folder and pen from my bag, along with my mobile phone. I texted my mother, telling her that I’d be late coming out of school and would make my own way home. The lesson passed by slower than ever and my sullen mood didn’t mellow one bit throughout the forty-five minute period. It didn’t help that my classmates smiled at me every time they caught my eye. It felt as though they were trying to wind me up with every look and every smile. I was so annoyed by the situation that I didn’t take off my shoes and socks. I was in no mood to be turned on. Finally, the lesson ended and we all packed away our things. The seven boys, all grinned as they picked up their bags and left to go home, leaving me feeling more aggrieved than I had been previously. As the last of my classmates disappeared through the door, Miss Davis came into the room, greeting her husband with a kiss and sitting on the edge of the desk. She was, at least 6’0 tall, with shoulder length sandy brown hair. She had dark brown eyes and was extremely pretty, with an athletic and slim body. Most of the boys at school fancied her and I’d not deny that given the opportunity I would have kissed her. I wondered what Tony was going to say to me as I watched him carry his chair and put it in the middle of the room, instructing me to sit on it. He strode purposefully back to the desk and sat next to Miss Davis, who had taken two sets of handcuffs and what appeared to be, two small egg-shaped objects and control box, from her bag, along with a pair of slippers. “For six months, you’ve teased and taunted your classmates with your bare feet and sexual provocations. There hasn’t been one lesson where you’ve not caused, at least half of them to have erections,” Tony said calmly. I’d stopped listening to him, my attention taken by Mss Davis. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes as she sat on the desk. I was so shocked; my mouth must have been open in amazement but just about heard Tony say “You have ankara travesti got to be punished.” Tony had a menacing look in his eyes and although seeing Miss Davis wiggling her bare toes was turning me on, as soon as I heard him say, “Take off your shoes and socks Joanna,” I knew I shouldn’t hesitate and do what he demanded. “I need to go to the loo, I’m desperate for a wee,” I protested. “That’s unlucky Joanna. You’ll have to hold it or pee where you are. You’re not going to the loo until we’re finished with you,” Tony replied calmly but with a strict tone in his voice. I wasn’t sure what I should do. I felt intimidated, a little scared but thought I’d no choice to do what I was told. My thoughts must have been written across my face because before I’d decided to follow his demands, Miss Davis, with a set of handcuffs in her right hand, strode purposefully towards me, demanding I stood on the chair. Almost shaking, I nervously got to my feet and climbed to stand on the chair. She crouched down in front of me, placed the cuffs on the chair and unfastened my shoes one by one. With a demanding stare from her, I raised my left foot, allowing her to remove my shoe but the way she peeled off my sock and touched my bare foot, felt strangely seductive. An instant later, I’d raised my right foot and watched as she took off my shoe and sock. My bladder felt as though it was going to burst as I stood on the chair. Miss Davis ran her fingertips across my bare feet, turning me on a little as she ventured up my lower legs. I tensed as I watched her peek under my skirt, knowing I’d nothing on underneath and saw her grin just before she mouthed, you’re a very naughty girl. I must have smiled back thinking if this was their idea of punishment it might not be such an ordeal after all but was snapped back to reality, as Tony demanded I wiped the smile off my face. Miss Davis stood up and began to circle around me, slowly and deliberately, turning my feelings back to ones of being intimidated. My hair was tied back in a ponytail but once behind me I felt her pull it loose and run her fingers through it. Tony had never taken his eyes off me, adding to my sense of intimidation and vulnerability. I tensed, feeling the button of my skirt being undone, followed by the zip being pulled down. There was little emotion in Tony’s eyes as my skirt fell into a heap around my feet. I wanted to cover my bare pussy with my hands but before I had chance to move, I felt Miss Davis lifting my jumper up my body. With a stern motion from his fingers, I knew I had to raise my arms to allow her to pull my jumper off and over my head. Why was I turned on, I should not be feeling this way I thought as Miss Davis, still standing behind me, pulled off my tie and unbuttoned each of the buttons one by one. There was no ceremony or attempt to turn me on further, my shirt removed quickly, followed by my bra to leave me naked. Under normal circumstances, I’d never feel embarrassed about being naked in front of anybody, I was an exhibitionist but for some reason I covered my boobs with my right forearm and pussy with my left hand. The look of displeasure in Tony’s eyes made me feel even more insecure and tense. I’d not noticed that Miss Davis had picked up the handcuffs but made to pay attention to her when I felt my arse being slapped hard. My body tensed as the pain radiated through it. Within a second, she snatched my left wrist, forcibly pulling it to behind my back and snapping the cuff around it. I tensed, trying to resist as she yanked my right arm and attached the cuff to my wrist, restraining my arms behind my back. Suddenly, I felt totally exposed and began to regret my previous actions in Economics classes. Miss Davis walked around me once more, crouching down to fold my clothes neatly, taking my skirt away as I stepped out of it, taking them to the front of the room and putting them into her bag. What the hell were they going to do, surely I’d be putting my clothes back on, why put then into her bag, I thought, followed by, oh my god I’m dying to pee. She stood up after packing away my clothes, turned around and walked towards me until she stood about a metre away. My heart began to race as I watched her unfasten her jeans and push them down her long slender legs, followed by her thong. Her legs were well toned, tanned and as I looked at her hairless pussy, I could see it glistening. She was undoubtedly turned on too. She made an effort to maintain eye contact as I watched her undo the buttons on her top, slip it off her shoulders and as it dropped to the floor, reach around to unclip her bra. We were both naked and my feelings were doing a one hundred and eighty degree shift. My fears had disappeared completely. Juices were dribbling down my thighs and pussy throbbing with anticipation. Yes, I was very turned on. Once again, she crouched down, folded the pile of clothes neatly and moved to put them in her bag along with her shoes. I surveyed the scene, noticing the bulge in Tony’s trousers but then turned my attention to Miss Davis. She was very pretty and her body was stunning. Her breasts looked to be a C or D cup, compared to my 34 B. They stood proudly, with no sag and had hard dark nipples, which capped them perfectly. Being a swimmer, I knew my slim athletic body caught most people’s eye but looking at her, she was far better developed and all over tan seemed to accentuate her muscle tone pedrfectly. As she walked back towards me, I glanced down at her hairless smooth pussy and noticed her lips glistening. She must have been turned on too. The closer she got to me, the more the expression on her face changed. Her entire demeanour altered, from seductress to one of being extremely frightening. So, why was I still so wet? I froze, not knowing how to react as she ran her fingertips from my thighs, up my stomach, breasts, neck, cheeks of my face and then back down. I tensed as she took my clit between her fingers and thumb, stroking up and down slowly. Immediately, my breathing fell shallower, trying not to moan as she slipped one finger deep into my pussy. “She feels so tight Tony. Being fucked by Kyle hasn’t stretched her much,” Miss Davis said, as she looked deep into my eyes. I closed my eyes as I felt her fingers slide in and out of my pussy, letting out an involuntary moan of pleasure. I tried to control my reactions, feeling that I’d pee if I let go completely. Her fingers felt so good and wasn’t long before my hips began to ankara travestileri buck. She pulled away, walked around me as she had earlier. Once behind me, she ran her fingers through my hair and slowly down my back, to my arse cheeks. I tensed as Miss Davis squeezed my arse but the sensation lasted only a few seconds before I felt searing pain, hearing a loud thwack as she slapped my left arse cheek. I’d relaxed so much, such an aggressive act, following the intimate touch of her fingertips on my skin, came as a total shock and lost my balance. Next thing I knew, I was attempting to stay on my feet as I landed on the floor. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Joanna? Get back on the chair now,” Miss Davis shouted. My arse cheek felt as though it was burning with pain. I took a second to compose myself. They were doing a great job of playing with my emotions. First, there was apprehension, then arousal and finally pain and fear. I looked at Tony, followed by Miss Davis as I turned around and was left with no doubt, they meant it, I was in big trouble. I felt I had no choice and stepped up, back onto the chair, a task made harder having my wrists handcuffed behind my back. I was shaking a little as I turned to face the front of the room. Miss Davis took hold of my hands, pulled them back, away from my body and an instant later. I felt excruciating pain from my arse cheeks as she slapped me for a second time. She allowed my hands back to my body but maintained her grip on the cuffs. Very gently, she pulled my hair back, to reveal my left ear and that side of my neck. It felt so intimate, the way she did it and polar opposite to the way she’d slapped my arse. Once again, my emotions were being toyed with. Miss Davis leaned forward, over my left shoulder and for a few seconds, used her warm breath to tease my neck. I could feel myself melting, forgetting the pain still radiating from my arse cheeks. She let go of the handcuffs and placed her hands either side of my body. Very slowly and softly, she began to move upwards with her fingertips until they were at the same level as my breasts. I shuddered as her fingertips found the flesh of my breasts and expertly circles closer and closer to each nipple. The expectation running through my body was intense and couldn’t help letting out a moan of pleasure as her fingers and thumb began to pinch my fully erect and sensitive nipples. Harder she pinched, digging in her nails as she pulled hard too. Pleasure was being replaced by pain as I was stretched to what felt like was a snapping point and moans of pleasure turned to winces of intense discomfort. “Spread your legs for me Joanna,” she whispered into my ear. Carefully, I moved my feet to the edges of the chair. It was as though I was powerless to resist. Her left hand started to caress my arse and then between my legs. I let out an involuntary moan as two of her fingers probed between my pussy lips, sliding in deeper and deeper. “Look at the bulge in Tony’s trousers,” she whispered and continued, as her fingers slipped slowly in and out of my pussy. “You’ve tormented him all year with your bare feet. He thinks your legs are sexy too.” “Your body is amazing. Tony can’t take his eyes off you” I was disappointed to feel her pull her fingers away from my pussy. It was as though she wanted to feel me react and nothing more. My pussy had started to throb hard on her fingers and I’d begun to move my hips against her hand. My disappointment was short lived, feeling one of her fingers slide into my arsehole. I groaned as she began to fuck it with her finger. “Tony is so turned on Joanna. He really fancies you and has had an erection every lesson you’ve had with him. We have fantastic sex after he’s seen you.” The warm breath on my ear as Miss Davis whispered was turning me on as much as her fingers and although I was trying not to moan, it was an impossible task, I had to let go. “If Tony gets his cock out before you cum, you can go home and we won’t punish you.” My arsehole was stretched further as Miss Davis eased in a second finger and continued to stroke in an out. It was such an intense feeling as both my pussy and arse throbbed hard. I began to recall how Andy had fucked my arse two weeks earlier, lying face down on the desk where Tony was sitting. He made me orgasm three times, creating a big puddle of cum on the floor beneath my feet. I wondered if Tony would start to wank or if he’d resist. He couldn’t know what Miss Davis was whispering in my ear could he? Did I really want him to get his cock out and start stroking it or did I want them to punish me? The sensation of her slapping me was extremely painful and as I stood, naked on the chair, arms restrained by handcuffs, I wondered if I was turned on by the humiliation I was feeling. Miss Davis had complete control over me. I was balanced precariously on the chair and she had my hands held behind my back. My sexual urges were being sent into overdrive but fear of falling meant I had to try to stand still. I could feel juices dribbling steadily from my pussy and forming a puddle between my feet. I wanted to cum desperately but it was as though she wouldn’t allow it to happen. Suddenly, Miss Davis quickened her pace in and out of my arse. I tensed, thinking that she wanted me to cum but just as my pussy and arse contracted hard, she pulled away. Snatching at the cuffs, she yanked my arms backwards and an instant later, I yelped in pain as she slapped me again. My arse cheeks were burning with pain. She moved closer once more, placing her lips on my neck as her fingers and thumb took hold of my clit. I felt her pinch hard and begin to pull slowly, stretching my clit like a piece of elastic. I gasped, sensing it would snap at any moment but she released and immediately started to tease fast. I moaned, “Oh god yes! Don’t stop please” but no sooner had I uttered the words when she pinched once more. Over and over, she repeated the torcher, intensifying my desperation, until finally, I exploded. I opened my eyes, smiling as I saw a long streak of cum on the floor in front of me and giggled a little. Miss Davis released the handcuffs, unfastening them from my right wrist, freeing my arms as I tried to regain my composure and not to fall off the chair. Tony told me to get off the chair as he stood up and walked in my direction. He ignored me as he picked up the chair, taking it back to the front of the room and placing it on top of the desk. No words were travesti ankara spoken as Miss Davis walked up to me, took hold of the cuff on my left wrist and guided me back towards the front of the room. Although I was extremely nervous and tense, I was curious to see what they were going to do with me. Taking hold of the handcuff attached to my left wrist, Miss Davis led me towards the desk and instructed me to kneel on it in front of the chair. “I’m still desperate for the loo.” I protested. “You know what you were told earlier Joanna,” Tony snapped. “Do as you’re told!” Once on the desk, I was ordered to rest my arms on the seat of the chair. Once I’d followed her command, she attached the cuff on my left wrist to the back left leg of the chair and Tony attached the other set of handcuffs to my right wrist and right back leg of the chair. They pulled the chair away from me a little, forcing me to raise my arse higher into the air. They stood either side of the desk, slightly behind me, Tony to my right and Miss Davis to the left. There was at least thirty seconds of silence and no movement from either of my teachers. It was as though they were playing with my mind and torturing me with the suspense. I knelt on the desk, feeing a mixture of emotions. I couldn’t deny that I was turned on but apprehensive too. My body was rigid from the tension I was experiencing. I’d not even notice my teachers pick up one of the slippers each. Suddenly, the crack of leather on soft flesh echoed through the room followed by my scream of pain. Less than a second later there was another thwack but on my other cheek and another scream of pain. My left arse cheek had been slapped hard by Miss Davis and my right by Tony. They were taking turns to slap me, harder with each shrilled thwacking sound, six blows to each cheek. As the third blow hit my sensitised soft flesh, tears were streaming from my eyes and a sense of humiliation welling up inside of me. My body tensed hard, my bladder bursting, feeling as though I was going to lose control at any point. With Miss Davis’s fifth slap, I tensed again, as the pain seared into my flesh and suddenly my control had gone, feeling pee trickling down my thighs. Tony’s fifth strike was harder still. I gasped and sobbing uncontrollably, as they struck me for a sixth time each. I could resist no longer and started to pee, letting go completely, groaning with relief as a torrent of warm piss bounced off the desk and began running between my legs. I was filled with contrasting emotions. Having started to pee involuntarily, I was a ashamed with my lack of self-control but at the same time, had a sense of liberation, being naked and peeing where I knelt. “You dirty girl. That’s four more slaps to each cheek for you. You were told you couldn’t pee,” Tony shouted. “No. please no,” I begged, “I can’t take any more.” The flesh on my arse was burning with pain and knew I was broken. I tensed again as I released a final spurt of pee. Miss Davis bent over, making eye contact with me, smiled and asked if I’d finished. How could I be abused in this way, be in so much pain and crying but still feel turned on? Between the fingers and thumb of her right hand, Miss Davis was holding one of the egg shaped objects she’d taken out of her bag earlier. “This is for you Joanna. You will use two of them in every Economics class. They are part of your punishment.” Miss Davis said with a hint of mischief in her eyes. Once again, there was a short period of silence and I prepared myself for more slaps to my arse. I groaned as I felt Miss Davis spreading my pussy lips with her fingers. She pushed one of the eggs into me and my lips closed around it. My pussy felt as though it was being stretched a little, with the egg pressing against my g-spot. I closed my eyes, trying to take everything in and didn’t notice her pick up the second egg. She lubricated her fingers using the juices still trickling from my pussy. She began to circle the rim of my arsehole and still circling, slid two of her fingers inside. I was being stretched slowly. It felt so good and made me moan with pleasure, This was so wrong I thought. I was in so much pain. How could I feel so aroused by the sensations radiating from my pussy and arsehole, I was trying to control myself but was powerless to resist what was happening. As I opened my eyes, I saw Tony pick up the control box off the desk. A second late, the eggs started to vibrate and pulsate. It was an intense and overpowering sensation, feeling as though my g-spot was being teased from every angle. I loved to be simulated anally whilst my pussy was receiving attention to but this was a whole new experience. “Oh my god, that feels good,” I moaned. No sooner had the words left my mouth when the cracking sound of Tony’s slapping my right arse cheek with the slipper echoed through the room and I winced in pain. There was no time to recover as Miss Davis’s slipper landed on my left cheek. Two seconds later tears were streaming down my face again as Tony hit his target again, followed immediately by Miss Davis doing the same to my left cheek. My thighs tensed as the vibrations from the egg intensified inside me and I started to contract hard in response. I closed my eyes, trying hard to control myself, my mind screaming, don’t you dare fucking cum Jo. Even the searing pain of their third slaps did nothing to stem the building sensations radiating from my pussy and arsehole. Suddenly the eggs pulsated even harder. Was I groaning with shame, pleasure or pain, when following Miss Davis’s fourth and last slap, I started to climax. I expected the eggs to shoot from both holes as I began to squirt but instead, my juices tricked steadily onto the pee stained desk. Mentally and physically, I was exhausted and didn’t think I could take any more. Watching Miss Davis strip, being undressed by my Miss Davis, it felt so good and was so turned on. Despite the pain of being slapped and the humiliation I felt from piddling on the desk, it added to the sense of exhilaration washing over me. I felt my arse cheeks was being licked, soothing my burning sensitive flesh. From intense pain, I began to feel intense pleasure and smiled as I moaned, thinking that my punishment was turning out to be very enjoyable. I wondered if I was going to be fucked but just as I had that thought, they pulled away and the vibrations stopped. Tony unfastened the cuff from the right side of the chair as Miss Davis did the same to the left but instead of releasing me, she fastened the cuff and me, to her right wrist. “On your feet Joanna,” she demanded. The desk and floor were drenched from where I’d cum and piddled, so as I got off the desk, I was careful not to slip.

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