UNFORGETTABLE LESSON FOR THE TEACHER - Chapter 1

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by Zawackyj [20^th February 2000]

Allison Martins shrieked and struggled against the secure grip of the hands on her arms and legs. The thought of being spanked seemed bizarre and alarmed the modestly demure young blonde college tutor, particularly as it was a group of her students who intended embarrassing her in this unusual way. They seemed perversely aroused, not just because of the alcohol everybody at the party had become affected by, but by her timid resistence and unwillingness to submit to their kinky plot.

‘Please don’t! Don’t do this to me!’ Allison whimpered, blushing as she was forced to kneel on a black, metal framed chair.

The first sensations of leather bands being strapped around her ankles and wrists sent a rush of panic to the pit of the nervous young blonde’s stomach. It occurred to Allison that the group had been planning their actions in greater detail than she cared to imagine and that, once restrained, there’d be no chance of avoiding the humiliating spanking they promised. What really started to worry her was the way the playful mood of the group surrounding her began to change once her cuffed ankles and wrists were shackled to the frame of the chair.

This feeling of vulnerability alarmed Allison but not in the way she might have anticipated. She felt dizzy and confused, twisting and squirming in the bonds which held her captive. The swimsuit she wore which seemed so modest only moments before now felt barely adequate to hide the strange emotion which had unexpectedly stirred. Allison blushed as she became acutely aware of her nipples tensing and swelling with arousal. The indentation of her fleshy pussy lips in her blue lycra bikini briefs drew embarrassing attention from the group of onlookers behind and forced the meek blonde to consider the lewdness of the position she’d been trapped in.

Allison had never been the kind of girl who paid any attention to discreet ogling from others, but now she was helplessly unable to defend herself against a crude inspection by her captors. She wriggled frantically, protesting loudly to try and divert attention from her shapely backside, but the effect of this merely amused the group and brought comments from some about how provocatively inviting she looked, trussed up and defenseless. The obscene remarks about the clear definition of her slit in the silky fabric of her briefs made Allison tremble with red-faced guilt.

Guilt is an emotion Allison often felt. She frequently found herself apologizing for all kinds of things, even when she knew she wasn’t at fault. But this guilt was more profound than any she’d ever experienced. She listened as Karl, one of her students, loudly called everybody’s attention to the state of her pussy, the impression of which was apparently changing enough to cause him to think that the lips were unfurling in a clear display of escalating arousal. It was an embarrassing truth Allison couldn’t deny explain.

Allison wanted to say something in her own defense, but the words wouldn’t form in her mind. All she could think of was the how the leather bands restricting her wrists and ankles forced her pussy to remain upturned and displayed in a way which deeply humiliated her yet strangely excited her at the same time. The dread she began to feel simply intensified a feeling she had that a spanking would be a necessary and suitable punishment for her indecent thrill.

As more of the group moved behind, no doubt to see for themselves what Karl was so obviously excited about, Allison could only hang her head in shame and listen as her most intimate anatomy was gleefully discussed. She could feel her clit throbbing as it swelled and expanded in search of stimulation. The sensitiveness of the tiny bubble of flesh always embarrassed the timid blonde, particularly the way she knew touching it while in this state would bring on an almost instant orgasm.

Allison shivered as her body prickled with a rash of goosebumps. Somebody had touched her intimately, probably Karl she guessed. The veil of velvety lycra covering her quivering slit made the light feathering of fingers feel all the more sensual. She gasped, blushing bright shades of crimson as the fingertip traced the ridges and craters of her barely disguised pussy. Allison’s hips jerked instinctively as the unseen probe brushed over the sensitive lump at the apex of her slit, which she knew must have dialated completely and filled with the slippery mucous of her dark desires.

The normally shy and reserved blonde was almost delirious with an inexplicable urge to call out her bizarre thoughts to her group of devious tormentors. She felt like begging them to spank her while the finger caressed her stimulated clit. By the time she heard somebody suggest stripping her, Allison could scarcely contain her enthusiasm.

To be stripped completely naked by her students was a fantasy Allison never knew she had inside her. It was something she’d never have done willingly, yet the bonds on her wrists and ankles somehow seemed to make it acceptable. It would be deeply distressing and humiliating to have them expose her completely, particularly in the obscene position in which she was trapped, but it was also something Allison knew she deserved.

Allison was aware some of her students thought she was stand-offish and aloof. Not that she deliberately wanted to give that impression, quite the opposite. It was simply that she was brought up in a strict household to be well mannered and polite. But as the fingers slipped into the elastic waistband of her bikini briefs, she knew that no amount of humble groveling would spare her from the indignity about to happen.

Begging was something that came easily to Allison, though her pleas at this moment also had the unexpected thrill of boosting her perverse excitement. She was no longer concerned that her pussy, if revealed, would expose her fraudulent modesty. It was something she began to crave along with the punishment she seriously believed would be deserved as a result. She twisted and struggled in her restraints, not just to give the appearance of resistance, but to discreetly put on a display of reluctant submissiveness that might inflame the lusty desires of the group more.

The small plastic hasps that kept the elastic lycra bikini safely secured to Allison’s body snapped open with a noise that sent her pulse racing. The slackness of the straps around her ribs and hips instantly alerted the trembling blonde to the dreaded finality of being suddenly naked. Allison gasped and struggled frantically as she felt the security of the elastic straps vanishing from her body. She dared not turn her head and look, knowing that the excited cheers behind were meant to degrade her. Her slit, which had always been kept so modestly hidden, was now starkly revealed. It was also totally unprotected and open to the eager explorations of anybody who felt like groping her.

Allison desperately wanted them to maul her defenseless pussy. Her clit, which was aching with swollen stimulation, was surely standing in complete view yet nobody touched. The young blonde tutor’s mind was reeling with confusion when her naked backside was suddenly struck with a wild and painful blow.

‘Ow!’ Allison yelped, the savage strike taking away her breath. She clenched her small fists and curled her toes, blinking away droplets of tears which suddenly filled her eyes. The image of the person who’d delivered the painful whack on her bare arse cheeks was blurred by the tears for a moment, but when her vision cleared, Allison was horrified by what she saw.

It was a woman. A big, Amazonian woman with enormous breasts despite her otherwise slender body. The huge mounds of flesh appeared barely contained in the sheer gossamer of the bizarre costume she wore. The skirt of studded leather was unusual, but the leather hood on her head made her look positively evil. Allison whimpered humbly, begging for an explanation. The woman’s green eyes behind the mask seemed to flash with a freakish charm when she raised her whip high in readiness.

‘No!’ Allison shrieked, flinching as the knotty leather fronds stung her backside a second time. Her soft, tender cheeks burnt immediately with stinging, blinding pain which took her breath away. She was still gasping for breath when the third strike found it’s mark.

Nothing could have prepared the innocent blonde for the agony of whip ends flailing her unprotected slit. Her clit, which had throbbed a second ago with perverse pleasure now throbbed with excruciating pain. Allison desperately fought against her restraints, begging for mercy from her students and the savage woman who tormented her. The sound of their voices admonishing her and encouraging the evil woman frightened the helpless, restrained tutor.

‘Did that hurt?’ the woman leaned close and whispered in a girlish voice that mocked Allison’s discomfort. ‘Do you want me to kiss it better?’

Allison’s blood ran cold. She instantly knew what the perverted woman was suggesting, though nievely she agreed to submit to the soothing relief.

The group of students standing around Allison giggled and laughed about the way their tormented tutor seemed to relish the tongue lashing being given by the leather clad woman. Allison blushed but couldn’t help feeling suddenly paralyzed with delight as the hot wetness of the woman’s tongue explored her throbbing clit. She quickly became oblivious to the reality that it was another woman stimulating her in a way she’d never experienced, though the treat was slightly interrupted by the sensations of her tongue dipping into the crater of her anus.

Allison’s instinctive reaction was to feel repulsed by the woman’s crude slurping on her sensitive anus, but this feeling was soon washed away by sensations which made the humiliated blonde moan deliriously. She knew immediately what the devious woman was about to do the moment she felt a hard, domed pressure against her taut ring. It mightn’t have alarmed Allison so much if the woman hadn’t loudly announced her intentions, panting between noisy attacks with her mouth that she was going to "fuck her arse" with the handle of the whip.

There was a long, painful moment while the knob of braided leather pressed forcefully against Allison’s resisting sphincter. The humiliated blonde tried not to think about what her students must have thought as she relaxed her defenses for a second, allowing the thickness of rough leather to be shoved between her cheeks.

‘Oh shit!’ Allison gasped, using the most vulgar expression she could think of to let out her sudden pain. The shaft of coarse leather was much thicker than she could have expected and it rammed it’s way so deeply in her bowel it made her stomach feel bloated.

The students began hooting obscenely, encouraging the nasty woman to fuck their imprisoned tutor with a vengence. Their voices all bended into a blur whoever and Allison’s thoughts became entirely focused on the burning friction in her tortured ring. She tried desperately to relax enough to allow the thick, rough shaft to pass back and forth easily, but her sensitive anus reflexes kept causing her stretched ring to resist every limpy ridge of braided leather.

Allison couldn’t help feeling like the cheap slut her students began heckling her she was. Even though she was restrained against her will in the position, she started to tell herself that she was no better than a dog and she should be fucked like one. The words seemed into her subconscious, as did the bizarre sensations of pleasure that whelled up from the tortured anguish of her violated anus, causing her naked, shackled body to tremble with the onset of an unexpected orgasm.

It was not like any other orgasm she’d felt. There was no direct stimulation of her swollen, tingling clit, yet a warmth seemed to explode outwardly from it as her anus was pistoned with the thick rod of stiff leather. Allison’s whole body felt electrified with a blanket of perverse delight from the top of her shamefully bowed head to the tips of her dainty, wriggling toes. She started to moan and gasp loudly, blindly jerking her hips against the thrusts of the whip handle to tacitly urge the woman to pound her backside deeply.

To scream out about pleasure was something completely alien to the timidly docile young blonde, yet the garbled cries suddenly started flooding from her mouth. The orgasm which had started devastated Allison with it’s intensity and seemingly endless duration. It occured to her that the ropes, which had held her open to pain and humiliation were now holding her trapped in the depths of a depraved orgasm from which she felt certain she would never escape.

Allison couldn’t estimate the depths of the woman’s understanding of female pleasure, but the sudden, vice like grip on her swollen clit sent her own mind spinning into a chasm of dazed delight. She had no idea what the woman had clamped on the sensitive bubble of skin at the apex of her slit, though it felt like a paper clip with teeth. Whatever it was, it was enough to make the young blonde’s cunt spasm out of control, making it convulse and force a virtual torrent of slimey juices to spill from the unfurled aperture.

The rest of the night was a total blur to the young tutor. All she can remember is remaining manacled to the metal chair and enduring one fat cock after another being rammed unceremoniously in her cunt, which seemed incapable of being satisfied until the handle of the whip was finally withdrawn from her stretched, sore anus. It was a lesson the teacher never forgot!

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