//Archive-name: the-class (Entire story)
//Author: Shetron, Richard (aka multics, multicsfan@hotmail.com
//Title: Discipline Class for Problem Students

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===== part 1

Each class takes a few hours of work and negotiating to arrange the
scene as different students show up to different classes.  All the
arrangements and scheduling had been made and it was time to email the
official announcement to the class participants.

 From: The Professor
 To:   Alice, Mary, Susan, Vickie

All students are expected to arrive by 8:55 (arrival as early as 8:50 is
allowed).  Five minutes should allow enough time to handle any last
minute details.  Class will begin at 9AM sharp.  Your name will be on
your desk.  Class will last 3 hours with a 10 minute break each hour.

The penalty for arriving after 8:55 or before 8:50 is the sum of the
minutes early or late (1+2+3...).

Dress Code:

	White Blouse
	White cotton bra
	Dark blue skirt
	White cotton panties
	High heel shoes (Black, 2" minimum)
	Plain black stockings and garter belt
	A white slip is optional

	Any clothing in violation of the dress code will be confiscated
	and the punishment will be based on number of violations.
	Breasts will be punished for improper clothing above the waist
	and bottoms for articles below the waist.

Safe-words:  
	green please - increase severity of current activity.

	yellow please - approaching limit, continue scene, but either
	ease off or change punishment.

	red please, safe-word, aardvark - there is a problem that must be
	dealt with out of scene.  The scene stops immediately.	The scene
	may continue once problem is corrected.

Every student will bring their own toy bag with any special/personal
toys.

		* * * * * * * * * *

I did a final inspection of the class room an hour before class.  I had
found some of those nice old hard wood seat school desk/chairs with
the desk arm at a rummage sale.  Everything was set.  I pulled out the
notes I'd made on the students and reviewed them to make sure everything
was ready.  I also placed a copy on their desks with the students name
on one side and the notes on the other.

Alice is about 25, short, slightly dumpy, cute brunette with long hair
and medium sized breasts.  Alice is the only married one in the bunch.
Her husband was just too vanilla so she attended with his knowledge.
Alice was mainly interested in spanking, but did want some variety and
experimentation.:

	bottom - no preset limit for spanking, strapping, caning, Heet,
	etc.

	thighs - mild treatment (occasional severe OK).

	crotch - Thighs are to be kept clamped together during
	punishments, if thighs are opened, then crotch is a target.

	breasts, only if 'invited' and then lightly.

	additional items:  any wiggling, masturbation, rubbing thighs
	together, rubbing bottom/thighs with hands to relieve pain are
	to be punished.


Mary is tall, long legged with short brown hair, great looks and a
mischievous smile that can melt your soul.  Mary is beauty contest
material.  Mary's main interest was enemas, punishment related enemas,
that is:

	bottom/thighs - light/medium spanking, very light
	caning/strapping.  Thighs must be kept clamped tight during
	punishments, if not, crotch must be punished.  Mild irritants
	may be used.

	breasts - very light punishments only.

	enemas - up to 4 qt.

	insertions - butt plugs in rear only, irritants/figging desired.

	orgasms are a punishable offense even if ordered to masturbate.

Susan is a tall nice looking redheaded pain slut with freckles.  Her
breasts are firm and somewhere between C and D cup.  Susan has some
minor scars on her body from heavy play.  She has attended often and
has some signals for extra heavy play.  Susan likes heavy play and to
include fire-play/stunts in her scenes:

	Very heavy masochist, desires severe punishments (spanking,
	whipping, caning, strapping, dildoes, butt plugs, irritants,
	clips, clamps, thumbtacks, pins, needles, etc allowed).  Lasting
	marks allowed from mid thigh to collar bone.  No lasting
	injuries and intentional scaring, no other limits.

	insertions - any thing that safely fits and severe irritants
	desired.

	Susan has special cigarettes, cigars, and other items that will
	come into play when she lights them.  Any item lit by Susan may
	be deposited in panties or bra without extinguishing the item.
	She will ask for a 'fire extinguisher' if necessary.  Unless she
	safe words, there is no need to rush any assistance.

	Susan has special clothing for fire play.  Clothing is color
	coded to indicate allowed activities from 'invisible' safety
	articles to let it burn articles.

	Susan often brings pantie shields and/or tampons specially
	prepared to cause some type of pain or discomfort.  I have an open
	invitation to prepare surprises for her without advance warning.

Vickie has average looks, short legs with a nicely padded spank-able
bottom and small firm breasts that don't bounce.  This was Vickie's
first class.:

	Medium spanking/caning only to bottom, thighs, and hands.

	Breasts may be clipped/clamped or spanked mildly.

	insertions - none.

	More into form then pain so all punishments should be mild.

	Just punish when she misbehaves.  Vickie is a beginner looking
	for some experience and variety.

Everyone's notes are on their desk so we can confirm the arrangements,
all I need to do is review my class notes, after all, we were going to
have a real class and I had to make sure I knew something about the
subject;)


Alice was the first to arrive at 8:40.  "Good morning Professor."

"You're early, bare your bottom and bend over the desk, you know the
penalty for being early", I replied firmly.

"Ohh, pooh.  Its only 10 minutes", she stated placing her hands on her
waist.

"You've got 30 seconds to comply or the penalty is doubled", was my
response.

We then had a short staring contest.  In a flurry of motion, Alice
dropped her jeans and panties, bent over my desk, "Please punish me for
being early, Sir!".

"Thank you for the invitation", I replied and picked up a medium paddle
and applied the first swat for the first minute she was early.

We did some idle chatting about things with an interruption each minute
as I applied the the next set of swats, 2 the second minute, 3 for the
third minute, until we reached ten for the tenth minute.  Alice's bottom
had taken a nice shade of pink by then and she was showing signs of
discomfort.  OOHH'S! and OUCH'S became more common in the last couple
minutes.

At 8:50, after 10 swats for the tenth minute, Alice started to stand up.

"Going somewhere?" I asked, "The early bird special ends at 8:55."

"But we're allowed to arrive as early as 8:50!", Alice replied.

"You're allowed a five minute window free, but students are supposed to
arrive at 8:55 on the dot, the punishment for early arrival ends at
8:55.  Back in position, unless you'd like the rest doubled!"

Alice thought for a second, then bent back over the desk for the rest of
the early bird special.  I knew she'd arrived 10 minutes early expecting
to get 55 swats, but my interpretation got her an extra 65 for a total
of 120 swats.  I certainly enjoyed giving them to her.  There were some
brief interruptions as the other students arrived and were amused by
Alice's extended early bird special.

I gave Alice the last 15 swats, "Everyone to your desks and
check your notes.  You've got 5 minutes to think about why you're here
and to make any changes.  Dress code inspection will start at 9 sharp."

==========

"It's 9 o'clock, If there's nothing to discuss, we will start with the
Dress Code Inspection". I paused for a few seconds waiting for anyone to
speak up, "OK, inspection time!".  Always a fun and interesting activity
with this class.  I was suspicious of Susan though as she appeared to
be properly dressed according to the code.  This was somewhat unusual
for her.

"Alice, front and center for inspection!".

Alice stepped up to the front of my desk, placed her toy bag on the desk
and stood at attention.  She was wearing a sweater, jeans, and sneakers.

I took a quick look in Alice's toy bag and found nothing unusual. She
had several paddles, a medium strap, a heavy strap, and a nice cane.
She also had a bottle of Heet!.

"I see we had trouble dressing today, remove the sweater, jeans, and
sneakers and place them on my desk".

Alice removed the requested articles revealing a pink bra, black
panties, black stockings and garter belt.  "You might as well remove
the bra and panties while you're stripping, they're in violation as
well." I sighed.  I tried to sigh with exasperation, but it came out
with a little bit too much anticipation as I added up the punishments.

"Blouse and Bra, two violations above the waist for 30 swats, 15 per
breast.  Skirt, panties, and shoes, 3 violations below the waist for
60 swats.", I announced.  Alice knew violating the dress code above the
waist would result in the breast punishment so this was an 'invitation'.
She could have avoided this by wearing a proper bra and blouse, but Alice
was an exhibitionist and always got naked as fast as the scene allowed.

"Breasts first, hands behind your back, chest out, remember to count."

I picked up a very light smacker, in deference to her usual dislike
of breast smacking, and applied the strokes slowly and lightly, 15
per breast.  Alice just screwed up her face and counted after each stroke.

I motioned to the desk, "Bend over for your 60 strokes for the rest of
the dress code violations".  While Alice bent over the desk, I selected
a heavy wood paddle, "remember to count", I reminded her.  

This was what Alice wanted, a good hard spanking, though I suspect she
was a little more warmed up then she'd planned at this time.  Just as
I was preparing for the first swat, I heard the snick of a lighter,
turned around and spotted Susan lighting a cigarette.

"Susan, What are you doing?"

"Just grabbing a quick smoke while you warm up Alice", she giggled.

"This is a NO smoking class, you will dispose of that cigarette
immediately!", I ordered.  "I'll deal with your smoking later."

"Oh poo, It's only a cigarette", Susan replied, taking another puff.

"Dispose of that cigarette, NOW!, or there will be additional punishment
later."  I said tapping the paddle against my leg for emphasis.
I was curious to see what Susan would do.  Her blouse pockets were
marked with the allow to burn code, though the rest of the blouse was
marked non-flammable.  Susan dropped the cigarette into her bra. I heard
an occasional oooo and aaaah and noticed Susan wiggling her breasts
occasionally while I continued Alice's spanking.

I turned back to Alice and commenced her spanking.  By the tenth stroke,
her bottom took on a nice red glow (particularly on top of the early
bird special).  She was starting to wiggle and the swats started to
produce an OW!, followed by the count.  Alice never lost count though
the target seemed to have a life of its own at times.  She also never
promised to obey the dress code ;)

We'd reached 50 when I again heard the snick of a lighter.  I looked
over at Susan and now she had 2 cigarettes in her mouth!

I stepped toward her, "I thought you were told NO SMOKING!", and then
added, "isn't one at a time enough?".  I grabbed the cigarettes from her
mouth and looked at them.  "What do you think I should do with these?" I
asked looking as stern as I could manage, trying not to show any
amusement.

"Please don't put them in my pockets (as she wiggled her breasts at me)
and tie my hands behind the chair", she pleaded (with a calculated pout).
I know a hint when I hear one, so I put one in each blouse pocket and
tied her hands behind the chair.  I knew something was up.

I was almost finished with Alice's spanking when I heard a squeak of
"FIRE" from Vickie.  I turned around and saw both of the pockets on
Susan's blouse burning (no surprise) and Susan looking unconcerned.
Vickie was standing and pointing shouting "FIRE".  "VICKIE!  SIT DOWN
AND BE QUIET!".

"BU, BUT, Susan's blouse is on fire!", she exclaimed.

"Do you hear Susan asking for help?,  Yelling in class is punishable,
bend over your desk and grab the seat." I ordered.

Vickie looked closely at Susan, who shook her breasts a little, winked
at Vickie, but showed little discomfort.

Susan spoke up at that point, "Sir, perhaps you should extinguish my
blouse to make Vickie happy, I don't think we've ever been in the same
class".

I thought for a moment, "Vickie, come here now".  Vickie hesitantly
stepped up to my desk and I held out a cane and a paddle, "choose one,
you have my permission to beat out Susan's fire with one of these two
fire extinguishers."  Vickie looked a little confused.

Susan spoke up (she was trying to sound casual, but her voice was just a
little strained), "Vickie, you don't have to do this, I'm perfectly fine."
Though Susan was starting to sweat and show some signs of discomfort.
I was keeping a close watch on Susan despite the allow to burn code as
Susan sometimes pushed the edge a little too much.

Vickie looked uncertainly first at Susan, then at me, then at the
implements, then back to me.  "Susan likes to play with fire.  The
paddle puts out the fire faster and overall is less painful, the cane
takes a lot more strokes as it covers a much smaller area and requires
lots of quick, sharp blows to really be effective, or you can cane
slower and just control the fire until it burns out, or you can go back
to your chair and bend over the back and be punished for disrupting the
class."

Vickie was still hesitating, looking confused.

Susan was beginning to show more discomfort and do more wiggling.  I
figured the heat was penetrating and starting to warm her breasts.  She
spoke up now, "ooohhhh, Vickie, you should decide quickly, either bend
over your chair for a spanking or select a fire extinguisher for my
breasts.  I am getting a little warm and The Professor won't deal with
me until he's finished with you!".  Susan was really beginning to shake
her chest and her face was starting to show signs of discomfort, though
she took the time to wink at me while Vickie was not looking.

"Vickie, OW! please, its getting OUCH! hot over here!", exclaimed Susan
with both a giggle and a grimace.  The OW! and OUCH! were fakes.

Vickie finally seemed to wake up and make her decision.  She grabbed the
paddle and rapidly beat out the flames on Susan's breasts.  She'd beat at
one till it seemed out and then do the other.  While she did the other,
the first would start up again just like those joke birthday candles that
re-light.  It took a few tries before Vickie finally put out the fires.

"Vickie, UN-fasten Susan's hands and then bend over your chair." I
commanded as I recovered the paddle from Vickie.  Vickie unfastened
Susan's hands and bent over the back of her chair.  Susan brought her
hands to her breasts and started to rub them, but then noticed me
watching and just checked and adjusted her blouse and bra.

I lifted up Vickie's skirt and pulled down her panties.  "I think a
bakers dozen with the cane is warranted for your disruption of class."

"Yes Sir" was the only reply, her voice sounded resigned to her fate.

"Whenever you're ready, you can ask for each one and count after wards".

Vickie managed to ask for each blow and count after wards, but not
without a lot of wiggling and a good OUCH! or OOWWW! with each swat.

I told Vickie to pull up her panties, lower her skirt, sit down and
behave.

I finally completed the 60 swats for Alice's violation of the dress
code and ordered her back to her desk.  She sat down a little more
carefully this time and seemed to wiggle around a little on her chair ;)

I next called Mary up for inspection.  Mary's toy bag had 2 qt., 3 qt.,
and 4 qt. enema bags and the appropriate accessories, a couple butt plugs,
q-tips, butterfly vibrator, clothes pins, and several different mild
irritants.

Mary's violations were blouse, bra, skirt, and shoes, so she got to
keep her panties, garter belt, and stockings.  "Wrong blouse and bra,
15/breast, wrong skirt and shoes, 30 swats bottom.", I announced.
I noticed a slight abdominal bulge and then the butt plug so she must be
retaining an enema.  I wondered how large and guessed it was about 2 qt.

I swatted her breasts first and got a couple ohh's and oww's with the
light leather slapper.  I then had her bend over my desk for the 30 with
the paddle.  I applied the first 20 hard and quickly.  With ten left,
I heard the sound of a match being struck.  I turned around and there was
Susan lighting another cigarette, this time with a match.  I was a little
surprised.  Susan usually waited until later in the class before doing
this much fire play and we weren't past inspection, but I'd go with the
flow and see where she was taking it.

"Susan, haven't you been warned enough about smoking?  Dispose of the
cigarette and matches!", I commanded.  Susan calmly took the cigarette,
folded the matchbook cover over it with a small portion of the cigarette
sticking out and with a deft motion, lifted her skirt and dropped the
package into her panties.  "I'll deal with you when it's your turn."

I turned back to Mary and gave her the last 10 and used a little extra
zing, which she acknowledged by slightly louder OOOO's and OOOWWW's as
the paddle hit.  It put a nice wiggle in her bottom, but she kept her
legs clamped tight the entire time.  I sent Mary back to her desk.

"Susan, front and center for inspection!".  Susan came forward and placed
her two large toy bags on my desk.  I took a look inside and inventoried
several severe paddles, two canes, several crops, straps, several bottles
of irritants, Heet, curling irons (modified), cattle prod, clips, clamps,
weights, candles, vibrators, tampons & pantie liners (some with notes
(Ben-gay Ultra, Tabasco, Cinnamon Oil, Alcohol, Tacks)), and additional
special equipment and clothing.

The pockets were almost completely burned off the blouse.  The blouse
was a little singed.  She was wearing two bras, the inner was a long
line and extended down to her waist and was marked as a flame resistant
safety material, the outer as burn-able.  The outer bra was mostly white.
Her skirt was marked burn-able and had a large bustle, slip marked as
fire protection, proper shoes, garter belt, and stockings.

"A Dirty blouse, remove it and prepare for 5 per breast", I announced
and pulled out one of the more severe breast paddles.  Susan quickly
removed her blouse and exposed her breasts for a quick 5 swats each.

When she lifted her skirt and slip up in front for inspection, I
whispered, "Isn't it a little early for this much fire stuff?", then in a
normal voice,  "You may lower your slip and skirt." She had on two pairs
of panties, like the bras, the outer were frilly and marked burn-able,
the inner with short legs on them marked as safety material.

Susan whispered back, "No, Sir, I'm feeling VERY masochistic today, give
me the works, Please.  My panties where supposed to burst into flame
when I raised my skirt, but the" and was interrupted by the whhooossshh
of all the matches in the match book igniting.

This time there was only a small OOHH of surprise from Vickie to match
the one from Susan;)

"Changing pantie color during inspection", I exclaimed, "10 with the
cane, bend over the desk and lift your skirt and slip, you may keep your
panties on."

Susan bent over the desk keeping her legs spread.  This allowed the
fire to run along her crotch and spread to the seat of her panties.
She started wiggling as the heat penetrated the protective layer.

I had Susan count the ten with the cane, careful not to extinguish the
fire and got some extra wiggle and a YOUCH from each one, then lowered
her slip and skirt (with her panties still burning) and sent her back to
her desk.

"Vickie", I called, "Front and center for Inspection!".

Vickie's toy-bag was the smallest with only a light paddle, leather
spanker, clothes pins, clips, and clamps.  Vickie's violations where,
no bra, panties, shoes, and socks.  "5 strokes each breast, 60 on bottom,
remove the offending items".  Vickie's punishment went smoothly and she
sat gingerly when she returned to her desk.

I took a moment to survey the students and check the time, 9:30 already.

Alice was wearing garter belt and stockings and nothing else and doing a
little bit of wiggling.  180 swats was a lot for some, but only a mild
warm up for Alice.  Alice had that little smug grin that told me she was
going to steadily ask for more.  She had confided at one point that she
had a goal of 500 to 1,000 swats per class.

Mary was wearing panties, garter belt, and stockings.  Mary liked
enemas, spanking, and being forced to obey orders.  She was showing some
signs of discomfort and I suspected the enema I was certain she was
retaining rather then the spanking as the source.

Susan was still wearing her skirt, slip, panties, and bras.  I was going
to have to keep an eye on her as she was in the mood for a heavy session.
I suspected she'd want to stay after class for additional 'lessons'.
The skirt and outer bra both had burn-able codes on them so I knew Susan
ACT II was still to come.

Vickie was wearing a blouse and skirt and nothing else, an odd decision
I thought, but this was Vickie's first class so we'd see how things went.
I suspected lifting her skirt for a spanking was part of her fetish.

Mary squirmed in her chair and raised her hand and after I nodded,
"Sir, May I go to the bathroom please?"

"It's only 9:30, you should have gone before class.  You can wait until
the 10 o'clock break."

I started the lesson and a few minutes later Mary again raised her hand.

"What now Mary?"

"Sir, Please, I have to go to the bathroom, Please Sir!".

"The penalty for interrupting class for a bathroom break is 1 swat with
the strap per minute before break, that's 25 swats bare bottom, will you
pay the price?"

"Yes Sir, I have to go real bad."

"Come up here, drop your panties and bend over the desk, keep your legs
together if you know what's good for you and don't forget to count." Mary
came up, dropped her panties and bent over the desk.  Everyone could see
the butt plug.  I pulled out the medium strap.

SWISH, SMACK, OUCH, ONE!
SWISH, SMACK, OUCH, TWO!
SWISH, SMACK, OUCH, THREE!
SWISH, SMACK, OUCH, FOUR!
Mary's globes took on a nice red hue as the strapping continued.  There
were longer and longer pauses between the SWAT and the count as the
OUCH'S and OOWW'S lasted longer.

At swat 15, Mary let her legs spread enough that I had a clear crotch
shot, so I took it.  Her voice seemed to go up half an octave and she
clamped her legs back together.  After swat 23, she intentionally spread
her legs and took the last two swats right on her crotch as she ground
her pelvis into the desk.

"You may now visit the bathroom, and while you're there you can prepare
this.", I said as I handed her a 3 qt. enema bag and her enema kit.

Mary dashed off to the bathroom as I added, "And don't dawdle!"

THUD!!

I turned back to the class and Alice's textbook was on the floor.

"Alice, pick up that book and come up here, do you know how much
textbooks cost?"

"You have to be careful, I think 100 swats will remind you, bend over
the desk"

"No Sir, Yes Sir, I'll be more careful, Sir", Alice pleaded as she
took position.

"You'll count every swat and be quick or you'll just end up with extra."

Alice counted out the 100 swats fairly quickly.  About every 20 she'd
open her legs enough to encourage a swat or two on her crotch.

Mary returned as I finished with Alice.

"Alice, I think you need an additional reminder to be more careful with
school property."  I said as I selected the bottle of Heet.

I took the enema bag from Mary and handed her the bottle instructing
her to completely paint Alice's bottom with Heet.

Mary painted on the Heet and Alice started to wiggle and moan from
the effects.  Mary stopped after applying a good amount on Alice's bottom.

"Make sure you give Alice's crotch a good coat too, she's a little
overheated and could use the soothing effect of the Heet", I managed to
say with a relatively straight face.  Alice had spread her legs making
an implied invitation.

Under my gaze, Mary did a good job of coating Alice's labia and clit
before handing the bottle back.  Alice's OOOHHS and OOWWWS increased as
did the amount of wiggling as Mary applied the Heet.

I sent Alice back to her seat.  Alice walked kinda funny with a lot of
extra wiggling and moaning.

I told Mary to get in position and gave the enema nozzle a good coating
of Ben-Gay Ultra.  I inserted the nozzle and released the clamp allowing
the enema to flow.  Mary's bottom seemed to take on a small life of its
own as the Ben-Gay took effect.

I'd heard the snick of a lighter as I was inserting the nozzle into Mary,
but didn't turn around (I just knew something was up).  "Susan, are you
smoking again?"

"No Sir" was Susan's response.

When I did turn around, there was no sign of any cigarettes or other
smoking.  I turned back to Mary, who was wiggling nicely from both the
Ben-Gay on the nozzle and the enema as it entered her bottom.

I heard a swift intake of breath from Vickie and the start of her saying
something, but she stopped very abruptly.  I turned around and Susan's
skirt was burning.

"SUSAN! Come here"

As she walked up, I saw that her skirt and the bustle on the back were
burning.

"Put your hands on your head and you can just stand there and wait until
I'm done with Mary."

It was just after 9:45 so I put some Tabasco sauce on Mary's butt plug,
removed the enema nozzle and inserted the plug.

"Mary, you may pull up your panties and return to your desk."

"Yes Sir", she said as she pulled up her panties and waddled back to
her desk, sitting gently.

Susan's skirt had pretty much burned up so she was standing in bra
and slip.

"Why Susan, it looks like we have some more dress code violations,
missing skirt and a dirty slip.  Remove your slip, drop your panties,
and bend over the desk."

I selected a heavy paddle and administered a quick 30 hard swats.

"Stay in position, we'll now deal with your disruption of the class."
I selected a heavy cane, "I think a round dozen might help cure your
behavior, remember to count."

I gave Susan a quick 12 strokes, SWISH, THUD, OOWW!, followed by the
count.

"And now an additional reminder", I said as I pulled out one of Susan's
larger butt plugs and one of the mystery hot lube bottles.  Susan's
mystery lubes were marked with one to 5 stars to indicate strength,
I had selected a 3 star mystery hot lube.  I applied it to the plug and
based on the smell, guessed it had a Tabasco base with some other stuff.

"Susan, spread your bottom".  She reached back and spread her cheeks and I
shoved the plug home.  There was a small groan from Susan, which she
quickly stifled.

"Pull up your panties and go back to your seat."

Susan pulled up her panties and went back to her seat, though she seemed
to have added a little wiggle to her walk.

A glance at the clock showed only a couple minutes before break.  I gave
a quick reviews of the material we didn't really cover and announced
break time.

===== part 2

Mary dashed to the bathroom, Gee ;)  I wonder why ;)

Susan was talking to Vickie while wiggling her bottom.  Alice just got
up and kinda did a wiggle dance trying to relieve the burning in her
crotch and bottom from the Heet.  Susan was doing some wiggling, but
with only a 3 star hot lube, she wasn't overly bothered.

Mary came out of the bathroom and put the cleaned butt plug back into
her toy bag, and then joined the Susan/Vickie group.  Alice headed for
the bathroom to try to relieve some of the burning.

Susan left Vickie and Mary talking and took some items from one of her
toy bags.  She then wandered around the room visiting every ones desks
and placing something on all the seats.  I could see a candle fastened
to her chair so it was sticking out behind the seat.  Susan rejoined the
Vickie/Mary group and had them paint the seat and crotch of her panties
with something from her toy-bag.

"1 Minute warning", I announced.

Alice returned from the bathroom and headed toward her desk, the other
broke apart and drifted toward their desks.

"Please be seated so we can start our second session", I announced.

Everyone sat down, Vickie squealed "OUCH" and jumped back up grabbing
her bottom.

"Vickie, is there a problem?" I asked in a warning type voice?

"Someone put tacks on my chair!", and held out her hand to display
two thumbtacks.

"I don't see any thumbtacks on your chair", I stated with an innocent
face;)  "Disrupting the class again, front and center Vickie, bend over
my desk".

Vickie came forward and bent over my desk, I raised her skirt and picked
up a medium paddle.  "I think 10 quick ones will be enough to remind you
to behave and not disrupt the class".  I gave her 10 quick swats getting
just a couple OOWW's from her.  Pulled her skirt back down and sent her
back to her chair.  She was still holding the thumbtacks.

Just before she got to her desk, "Vickie, place your thumbtacks on your
chair before sitting, we do want your report to be correct".

Vickie placed them on her chair and sat down slowly and carefully,
wincing and wiggling as she did so.

I was certain that everyone had sat on thumbtacks, courtesy of Susan,
but the others knew better then to disturb class about it.

"This session, we will be doing presentations on torture."  I handed
out a voting slip to everyone.  "After everyone has completed their 10
minute presentation, you will vote for who did best and who did worst.
You may not vote for yourself.  There will then be a fifth presentation
where the student voted best will demonstrate on the student voted worst.
Alice, you're first."

Alice came forward and picked up her toy bag.  She pulled out two paddles
(one with holes), two straps (medium and heavy), the cane, and the bottle
of Heet.

"Paddles with holes hit harder as they allow the air to escape instead
of cushioning the blow.  The professor will give me twenty swats with
each paddle.  The paddle with holes will strike on the left and the one
without holes on the right."

She handed me the paddles, turned away from the class, and bent over the
desk.  There was a thumbtack pretty much in the center of each buttock.
I quickly gave her first twenty swats with the normal paddle on her right
cheek and then twenty with the paddle with holes on her left cheek.
Her OOWWS! and OUCH'S!! were louder with the holed paddle then the
regular paddle.  Her left cheek was also a brighter red then the right.

Alice took a few seconds to recover and with her bottom facing the class
said "As you can see, the left cheek where the paddle with the holes hit
shows that the paddle with holes hits harder, and I certainly felt it."

Alice took a moment to rub her bottom as she stood up and faced the class.
She took the paddles from me and handed me the straps.

"The strap is the next implement for this demonstration.  Heavy paddles
are very stiff and should only be used on well padded areas.  The force
tends to be concentrated toward the center of the paddle and produce
very little sting and much more thud."

"Straps tend more to distribute the blow over the entire part of the
area hit.  As they do distribute the force over a wider area, they can
be used on areas with less padding or are more sensitive.  Straps can be
swung with less force to produce the same amount of effect as a paddle."

"A gentle swing with a medium or even heavy strap can be used on the
breasts as it is easier to avoid the nipple than if a heavy paddle was
used.  In order to show the effect we will use the medium strap on my
left breast and the heavy strap on my right", and then glaring at me
emphasized, "using light swings."

Alice positioned herself with her hands behind her neck facing off
to one side so the class could see both the strap and her breasts.
"You can use a variety of positions, but standing straight with your
hands behind your neck helps both lift and emphasize your breasts."

"Professor, if you would give me five with the medium strap on my left
breast, please."  I of course obliged her.  She seemed to really stare
at the strap and each stroke was rewarded with an OOWW!.

Alice waited a few seconds, "Professor, if you would now give me five
with the heavy strap on my right breast, please."  Each stroke here was
greeted with a louder OOOOWWWW! and a little dance.

You could see the difference, her right breast was definitely redder then
the left.  Alice slowly brought her hands around front and gently rubbed
her breasts.

"The best target for the strap is the buttocks and thighs."  Alice again
bent over the desk.  "Professor, if you would give me ten good ones on
the left with the medium strap and then ten good ones on the right with
the heavy strap, 5 on the buttocks and 5 on the upper thighs, please."

I quickly gave her the requested strokes.  Each stroke was rewarded with
an OOOWWW! or OOOOO!  The heavy strap got a couple YYOOUUCCHHS!!.

Alice took a moment to recover.  She then spread her legs and said,
"light and medium swings can also be given to the crotch.  One from each
strap should suffice for this example, Professor".  Two slow strokes,
a couple loud Wow's and then she stood up and turned around.  She took
the straps from me and handed me the cane.

"The cane is one of the more severe instruments of punishment.  Although
hands were sometimes caned, we won't be doing that.  The phrase 'Six of the
best' referred to caning.  The proper position is achieved by", and she
did the movements as she described them, " reaching up, bending over at
the waist, and grabbing your ankles.  The knees are straight and as you
can see the buttocks are stretched tight and well presented for caning."

She paused, and then continued, "The normal rules for caning are the
caner, that's me, would ask for each stroke and count the strokes.
If the canee broke position or didn't count properly, the stroke would
not count and in some cases the caning may start all over."

"May I have the first stroke, Sir".  THWACK!, OOWW!!, 

"Thank you Sir, may I have number two".  THWACK!, YYOOWW!!, Alice held
position, but did come up off her heels for a moment.

"Thank you Sir, may I have number three", THWACK!, OOUUCCHH!

The remaining three strokes went like the first three.  Alice had tears in
her eyes when she stood up and replaced the cane with the bottle of Heet.

"After punishing the bottom, you can increase the discomfort by various
means.  An easy one is to put Heet on the bottom.  Heet on a punished
bottom adds to the discomfort.  If you would be so kind Professor."

Alice turned away from the class and bent over my desk.  I opened the
bottle and quickly painted her bottom to an increasing amount of OOWW's
and OOHH's!.

"Your bottom is painted."

"This concludes my presentation".  Alice stood up and took the bottle of
Heet and put the stuff back into her toy-bag.  She then walked gingerly
back to her desk and sat down very carefully.

"Mary, your presentation is next, front and center please."

Mary stood up, removed her thumbtacks and panties, then came up front
and pulled some items from her toy-bag.

"I'm going to talk about enema's and figging."  She handed me several
enema bags, some ivory liquid soap and some salt, "Professor, would you
fill these for me please".  I accepted the bags and went to the bathroom
to fill them.

"Everyone has a different capacity so while one person may have trouble
with 2 quarts, the next person may be able to take 5 quarts.  Pure water
can be used for regular flushes but any enema that is to be retained
should be saline balanced to prevent dehydration.  Enema's can be
retained as long as holding them does not become painful.  If the enema
is a punishment enema, you can add a little Castor oil, which increases
the amount of cramping."

Mary held up some more items.  "This is an inflatable nozzle.
Once inserted, the nozzle can be inflated so it can't be expelled and
prevents leaks.  I'm using toothpaste as a lube, mint or cinnamon provide
the most stimulation.  A good butt plug can help with longer retention."
Mary demonstrated the nozzle by lubing it, inserting it in her rear and
inflating it.  She left it inserted as she continued the presentation.

"This is fresh ginger root.  When peeled, it can be inserted in the rear
and will cause a burning sensation.  A variety of chemicals can be used as
well to increase the punishment aspects of an enema.  You can use them to
lube the nozzle or butt plug.  I have toothpaste, Tabasco sauce, Ben-Gay,
Vick's, and Heet available as punishment lubes, and KY for normal enemas."

I returned with the filed enema bags and placed them all on a stand
ready to be attached to a nozzle.

"There are several positions, but to ease viewing, I'll use a knee to
chest position."  She assumed the position and directed me to attach
the nozzle to the three quart bag.

Mary motioned for me to release the enema.  "The speed at which you
take the enema also determines the comfort.  I'm taking these faster
then normal to get as much demo as possible in during our time and I've
had lots of experience.  You don't want the bag too high as the height
also controls the speed as well as the pressure."

When the bag was empty, Mary pinched the hose with a clip and disconnected
the bag carefully.  She stood and slowly did a 360 while saying, "As
you can see, there is some stomach distension from the enema.  I'll go
expel this enema now.  Professor, while I'm gone perhaps you could have
the class select the lubricant for the next nozzle and prep it for me."
Mary went off to the bathroom.

"Voting time, the choices are Tabasco sauce, Ben-Gay, Vick's, and Heet.
The Heet is the most severe, then Tabasco sauce, then Vick's and Ben-Gay
are the mildest.  I'll hold up the item, raise you hand to vote yes,
the most yeses wins.  If no deciding vote, Mary gets to choose."

I held up the items one at a time, Susan voted for the Heet,  Alice and
Vickie voted for the Vick's.

Mary came back and resumed her position.  "Taking several enemas in a row
can be tiring, I'll take the 4 quart now so you can see the distension."

I attached the nozzle to the 4 quart bag and inserted it into Mary and
then opened the valve.

"Professor, if you would peel the ginger root, I'll use that as a plug
this time once the enema is in."  The root was pretty large and generally
shaped like a butt plug.

"I see the vote was kind, Vick's is very mild, the ginger root will add a
little fire.  While holding an enema, you can add additional punishments,
such as spanking, strapping, and caning.  Some people like alcohol
enemas.  One thing to remember is you absorb alcohol very fast from
an enema so even wine must be diluted and used in small quantities.
Alcohol poisoning can be very serious.  As with any new activity,
proceed carefully."  

The bag emptied about that time and I carefully removed the nozzle and
then inserted the ginger root.  Mary stood carefully and again did a 360
so everyone could see her distended stomach from all views.  Mary then
bent carefully over the desk. "Sir, if you could use the medium strap
for 10 swats please".  I picked up the strap and gave her ten medium
blows quickly.

"Thank you sir, I'll go expel this enema, please select the lube for
the last nozzle and plug.  I will not expel the last enema as part of
the demonstration."

Mary walked off to the bathroom, but you could see an extra sway to her
hips from the ginger root.

"OK class, vote time again, please come to a consensus on the lube for the
nozzle and the butt plug."  The class discussed the choices and decided
that they wanted Tabasco for the nozzle and Heet for the butt plug.
I mentioned that Heet wasn't a good lube by itself so they settled on
a Ben-Gay base with a little Heet just so every lube got used.

Mary came back as I was putting the Tabasco on the nozzle.  She struck
a theatrical damsel in distress pose and exclaimed "Looks like this will
be a hot fill".

Once Mary was positioned, I inserted the nozzle and started the enema
flowing.  Mary started groaning and OOHHing as the Tabasco quickly built
up to full burn.  While the enema flowed in, I prepared the butt plug.

Mary glanced over and saw the Ben-Gay following by the Heet.  She was
already wiggling from the burn of the Tabasco.  "With that combo, I'll
be jumping around the room as if I sat on a hot stove."

"Well you won't be able to say you're cold ;)", I commented.

"The Tabasco has warmed me up enough, now you're going to apply the torch"

The bag emptied and I carefully removed the nozzle and inserted the
super hot lubed butt plug.  For a couple seconds there was no change,
then Mary shouted "YYYYYEEEEEOOOOOWWWWW!!  I'M ON FIRE!!" and
started wiggling and contorting along the floor.  Mary was sweating and
crying as I helped her stand.

She was jumping and wiggling and moaning.  She made an effort and
stated "That concludes my presentation on torture enemas and lubes.
I'll be more then happy to share the hot lube with others!"  She was
still shifting from foot to foot as she adjusted to the pain in her rear
from the hot lubes.  It wasn't easy for her to put away the equipment.

It was even harder when she went back to her desk and had difficulty
putting on her panties.  She sat down and then noticed the thumbtacks,
she stood back up, put the thumbtacks on her chair and sat back down
with only a minor OOMMPPHH!.

"Susan, it's time for your presentation".  

Susan had been sitting sort of on the edge of her seat.  She shifted
back as she stood up and with a small WHOOSH, the candle lit whatever she
had painted on her panties at the last break.  Susan just calmly walked
forward to the front of the class.

"I'm a heavy masochist and really get off on pain and risky activities.
As you've seen, fire is one of the things I like to play with.  I also
like double jeopardy situations where you have to choose one of several
tortures.  I'm going to do one as part of my presentation."

While she was talking she was removing items from her toy-bags and I was
helping with some of the other preparations.  Whatever had been on her
panties burned out and she removed both her panties and bra.  I hung a
full 2.5 gal can from the ceiling and an empty one from a rope that went
over a pulley and ran a small hose from the full one to the empty one on
the floor.

"This is a neat one", Susan continued, "It tortures breasts (two ways),
cunt and crotch, and ass all at once and forces some choices as it
progresses."  

Susan put on a corset with rods sticking out the front, if you
looked closer you saw they were L shaped with part going down the corset.
While Susan put on the corset, I fastened a pole firmly to the floor.

"This is a modified curling iron.  It heats up normally but doesn't get
as hot.  It gets real painful and can burn, but it won't burn too much
;)".  Susan fastened the curling iron to the pole anchored to the floor.
"And of course we need some lube" as she coated the curling iron with
Ben-Gay Ultra and then added a couple drops of cinnamon oil.

"These are Japanese Clover clamps.  The advantage these have over other
clamps is the harder you pull the tighter they grip".  Susan fastened
one to each breast and four to her labia.  "There are 4 1.5lb weights
on each of these strings."  She set the weighted strings down on the
floor by the pole.  The weights were spaced about a half inch apart.

Susan put on some wrist cuffs, put a lock on one of the rings and the
key on my desk.  She put a metal plate with needles sticking up and
candles under the plate on the floor next to the pole.

"And now we're ready to get into the final position and start."

She attached a rope from the clover clamps on her breasts to the rope
attached to the empty can.  She squatted down so the curling iron on the
pole was fully inserted in her cunt.  She then attached the weights to the
clamps on her labia and adjusted their length until the first weight was
barely touching the floor.  She adjusted the rope to the empty can until
it was about and inch or so off the floor, held there by the clamps on
her breasts.  She inserted the metal plate under her breasts on the rods
attached to the corset and then lit the candles.  Next she turned on the
curling iron, pulled the clip off the hose letting the water flow from
the full can to the empty, and then locked her wrists behind her back.

"As you can see, the water will fill the can increasing the pull on my
breasts.  If I raise enough to take the weight off my breasts, they will
rest on the needles in the plate below my breasts.  The metal plate and
needles are heated by the candles."  You could see the tension building
as the water flowed from the full can to the empty can.

"Torture wise, this is a win-win situation, my breasts are either
painfully pulled or rest on heated needles."

"Now down below we have a different situation.  As the curling iron heats
up, it will start roasting my cunt.  If I stand up enough to get off the
curling iron, I'm then holding all the weights on my labia, all 24 lbs.
If I get tired of holding the weights off the ground, I can (OOHH, we're
warming up) just squat back down on the curling iron and roast my cunt
some more.  Again a win-win situation."

As she continued with her talk she you could see the torture increasing.
Her breasts were starting to elongate from the weight of the water and
her hips were starting to rotate from the effects of the curling iron.
She was beginning to slide up and down the curling iron first up
increasing the weight lifted, then down to decrease it.

"HOT! HOT! HOT!  To end the torture, all I OW!OW! have to do OUCH! is get
the HOT! key and unlock MY! cuffs and then take off the clover clamps,
OOOOO! extinguish the candles and take off the needle plate. OW! OW! OW!".

Susan was really wiggling on the curling iron now and her breasts were
being stretched by the full 2.5gal can of water.

"If I wanted to add WWOOOWW! to the torture, I'd lock the curling iron
INTO! A CROTCH STRAP", she gasped, "and put that key on the other side
of THE ROOM OW OW OW! YYEEOOWW!"

Susan slowly stood up and straddle walked to the desk, wiggling her
breasts on the hot needles since the can was on the ground.  Before she
got to the desk, she again was stretching her breasts as she backed up
to the desk and used the key to free her hands.

She squatted to get the weights off her cunt, unfastened the clover clamps
from her labia, then stood and took the clamps off her breasts though she
was wiggling and bounding from the heated needles.  She went to remove
the needle plate and realized she needed two hands to lift her breasts
off the needles and one to remove the plate.

She gave me a 'help me?' look and I gave her back an 'its your problem'
look.

Susan picked up the clover clamps, re-attached them to her breasts 'UUHH!',
used them to lift her breasts off the needles and then removed the plate.

"That concludes my presentation.  You can easily add to the intensity by
extending the curling iron time, adding an enema, more breast torture,
etc."

I helped Susan put away the equipment, though the curling iron was set
aside to allow it to cool first.

Susan went back to her desk and quickly sat down on the candle,
extinguishing it.  She was also rubbing her breasts and cunt to relieve
some of the lingering pain from the clover clamps and the curling iron.

"Vickie, its now your turn for your presentation".  Vickie looked
very nervous.  I expect the presentations, particularly Susan's, was
heavier then she was expecting.  I also suspect she was wondering if
her presentation would be too light.

Vickie came forward, picked up her small toy-bag, put in on my desk and
stood beside my desk.  Vickie blushed a little as she unbutton and opened
her blouse.

"My presentation is on clothes-pins, clips, and clamps.  Clothes-pins are
inexpensive and readily available at many stores.  They come in a variety
of sizes and types", she showed a few different ones to the class.

"They can be placed right on the nipples", she placed one directly and
carefully on each nipple with a little moan.  Vickie stuck out her chest
to emphasize the clothes-pins and their position.

"You can add more clothes-pins and even small breasts like mine can hold
more then a dozen clothes-pins each", Vickie continued as she quickly added
more clothes-pins to each breast until there was over a dozen on each.

She removed the clothes-pins from her nipples and picked up some tweezer
clips.  "These are tweezer clips.  The slider here", she pointed to the
sliding ring, "controls the amount of pinch so you can have anything from
a light pinch to a nipple crushing grip."  Vickie put a tweezer clip on
each nipple and suspended a small weight from each.  "This allows you
to suspend small weights without crushing the nipple".  Vickie wiggled
her chest so the weights jiggled and grimaced from the pain.

Vickie removed the clips from her nipples, "AHH!", and rubbed them a
little, "OOHH!".

Vickie picked up several small alligator clips, "The alligator clips are
small and you can get several different strengths to match your tolerance.
They can be placed on your nipples OUCH!  OWW!", as Vickie placed a
small alligator directly on each nipple.  "You can attach several to
your breasts  MM!, OO!, NNGG!", as she attached 4 alligator clips to
each breast, "and since these are small, they can be worn under a bra,
blouse, or sweater."  Vickie quickly buttoned up her blouse.

Vickie took a quick look at the clock, she still had over 3 minutes
to go to complete her 10 minute presentation.  She took a deep breath,
held it for a moment and released it.

"You can put clothes-pins all over the body.  Another natural place to
put them is on your crotch."  Vickie pulled up the front of her skirt
and sat on the front of my desk with her legs spread revealing her cunt.

"With a little practice, you can easily get a dozen clothes-pins on
each side."  Vickie was quickly putting clothes-pins on her labia as
she talked.  Every so often add an OOHH! or an OWW!, or an OUCH! as she
added more clothes-pins.

"And last, but not least, we can put a clothes-pin right on the clit for
that extra bit of torment.  All of this can be worn under normal street
clothes", Vickie stood up carefully and smoothed down her skirt, "OWIE,
OW, OW, OH".

"This concludes my presentation on clothes-pins, clips, and clamps."
Vickie moved carefully and put away the rest of her stuff and then
walked carefully back to her desk.  She was walking a little bow-legged
and grimaced every step or so, but managed not to make any noises.

"OK students, vote for the best and worst, vote quickly please."
I waited about 30 seconds.  "OK, hand in your votes", I said as I went
from student to student collecting the votes.

So who do you think was voted best and worst?  Reply with your votes
and I'll work on the rest of the story based on the votes.

===== part 3

I quickly sorted through the votes and announced, "Susan was voted best,
Vickie was voted worst."

THUD, thud, clatter, clatter.  Alice had managed to knock 2 text books
and several pens off her desk.  "Alice, you're dropping things again."

I glanced at the clock and realized that the presentations had taken us
well past the hour.  Mary was fidgeting, waiting for break and to expel
her enema.

"Alice, it seems you need a reminder not to drop things off your desk.
Come up here and bend over my desk."  As Alice came up and bent across
my desk I announced, "Its break time.  Susan and Vickie, get together
and plan your presentation, you will be up right after break.

Mary got up, removed the tacks and started to dash off toward the
bathroom.  "Mary", Mary stopped and looked hesitantly at me, "Can you
give me a hand with Alice here, she's getting her punishment during
break and I would like you to help."

Mary looked a little puzzled as she fidgeted under the influence of
both the enema and remaining effects of the hot lubes and said, "Can I
visit the bathroom first?"

"Mary", I exclaimed, "You know how important discipline is for class!
Isn't helping maintain discipline important?"

I could see the wheels turning as she figured out what was going on.
If she obeyed and helped me with Alice, she might not have time to get to
the bathroom during break.  If she said going to the bathroom was more
important, she was inviting punishment for herself.  Discipline was
important and doing anything to indicate otherwise was asking for trouble.

Mary responded, "Of course discipline is important, I'd be happy to help
you", but didn't really look at all that happy.

"GOOD!", I smiled enthusiastically, "Alice dropped 4 items so she will get 4
punishments and you will administer them.  I just know you'll do a great
job", The implied 'otherwise you'll be punished yourself', was unspoken.
"You will have to hurry so we can finish before the end of break, you
wouldn't want to take too long.", I smiled or perhaps `smirked' might be
a better description.

Mary could only nod, resigning herself to her fate; no enema relief
this break.  I noticed Susan and Vickie going through their toy bags
and occasionally selecting items.  I hadn't expected Susan to win.
Most students were sufficiently concerned about what she'd do if she
was placed in charge to vote anyone else as best.  I had confidence in
Susan, she was experienced and intelligent.  Occasionally Susan or Vickie
would giggle over some item or other.

I handed Mary a medium strap.  "I think 50 strokes with this for the
first punishment, make sure they are nice good strokes.  Crotch shots
will not count, but take any that are offered.  We wouldn't want to
demonstrate on you now would we?  You may proceed at your own pace."
I knew Mary would give the strokes as fast as she could, the sooner
finished the better chance to reach the bathroom for relief.

"No, Sir.  Thank you sir", Mary replied as she positioned herself
to start.

"Now Alice, make sure Mary gives you 50 good strokes, if any are too weak,
ask her to repeat them."  I had positioned myself behind Mary with a heavy
strap and we all knew what would happen if Alice reported a 'weak' stroke.

Mary started in with vigor and did one stroke right after the next and
managed to give all 50 in just over a minute.  Alice of course OW'd and
OH'd the entire time.

Mary handed the strap back to me, "That is 50 sir."

I handed her a heavy wood paddle, "This is for the next 50, nice firm
strokes, make those buns bounce!"

Mary again gave all 50 one right after the other and completed in just
under a minute.  Alice's bottom was bright red and Alice was moaning
the entire time.  Mary was starting to sweat from the effort.

We again exchanged weapons.  Mary now had what looked almost like a
wooden yard stick; a little wider, not as long, and about twice as thick.

"Give her 50 with this stinger, not too quick now", I ordered.  Susan and
Vickie were placing things on a table to the side of my desk.

Mary carefully took position and let fly with the wood stinger.
She slowed down a little so the swats were about 1 every two seconds.
Before the first 10 were completed, Alice was howling, but managed to
stay in position without too much wiggling.  The stinger had a much
different feel and some considered it worse then the heavier paddles.

I glanced at the clock, break was half over, another 5 minutes to go
before class restarted.  I also noticed Mary glancing at the clock.
She seemed to be even more fidgety.

Mary stood in front of me and I took the stinger from her.

"What do you think would be appropriate for the 4Th and last punishment,
Mary?"  Mary looked back at me puzzled.  Alice was quietly moaning as
she displayed her bright red bottom.

"Whatever you wish, Professor", Mary finally replied feeling that was
a safe answer.

"No, No, Mary.  I've decided you should decide the last punishment
for Alice.  Think of something good or we'll have to select another and
I'll let Alice give you a spanking.  Don't take too much time deciding,
break is more than half over."

Mary was thinking, trying to figure out what would satisfy me and be
quick; she really wanted to visit the bathroom before the end of break.

"Heet!", Mary exclaimed, "Paint her bottom with Heet!".

I handed Mary the bottle of Heet and as she started quickly painting
Alice's bottom. "Make sure you do a good job, we don't want to miss any
spots.", I cautioned Mary.

I watched as Mary quickly painted Alice's bottom with Heet.  She paused
a couple times to touch-up missed or lightly hit spot and then closed the
bottle and turned to me with an inquiring look.  "Is this satisfactory,
Sir?"

I made a show of inspecting Alice's bottom.  Alice was whimpering and
moaning.  "Well Alice, do you think Mary did a good job with the Heet?"

Alice slowly responded, "OOHH!, YES SIR!  I'M ON FIRE, SIR!, WOW!"

A quick check on the clock showed two minutes left.  "Two minutes of
break left!  Thank you Mary, good job, you are excused."  I watched Mary
rush off to the bathroom and then turned back to Alice.

"Alice, go pick up the items you dropped and put them back on your
desk neatly and then sit down at your desk for the rest of the break.
AND NO RUBBING!", I commanded.

Alice very gingerly stood up and slowly walked back to her desk.  She very
carefully picked up the items she'd pushed and neatly placed them on
her desk.  She turned toward me and asked, "Do I have to sit down sir,
can't I stand, at least till the end of break, please?"

"You can sit now, or we'll find something nice for you to sit on for
the rest of class."  My tone indicated that the "something" would be
anything but nice.

"Yes Professor", she replied dejectedly and very carefully sat down.
She shifted back and forth trying to ease the fire down below.

It was only another minute and then break was over.  "Break time is over,
everyone back to your seats."  Mary rushed in and sat down just in time
looking very relieved.

"Susan, Vickie, are you ready for your presentation?"

"Yes Professor", responded Susan, as Vickie nodded agreement, though
she didn't look real happy about it.

"Come on up and begin your presentation."

Susan and Vickie came up.  Vickie put on this "vacant empty headed blond"
look, kind a hard to explain, but I'm sure you've seen it.

Susan announced, "We're just going to do a variety of crotch, ass,
and tit torture.  First some wrist cuffs".  Susan picked up two pair
and put one pair on to show Vickie how they worked.  Susan then picked
up a harness, plugs and curling irons, handed them to Vickie.  "Lube the
butt plug and curling iron and put this on".

Vickie took the harness and plugs and just kind a looked blankly at it.
"Like, How does it work?".

"Why don't you just put the good lube on the plugs and I'll show you
how the harness goes on", Susan replied.  "You can wear the other
harness, OK?"

"OK", Vickie picked up the butt plug, seemed to fumble among the bottles,
"Good lube", she muttered.  Vickie picked up a 5 * bottle of Susan's
special lube and lubed the butt plug.  She then picked up the bottle
of Heet and lubed the curling iron.  Everyone but Susan could see what
Vickie was doing.  Vickie lubed a second butt plug and curling iron with
regular KY.  The first set was placed closer to Susan and the second
set closer to Vickie.

Meanwhile Susan was busy pulling out and setting up a box which she
plugged into the wall.  "This is the timer for things.  Once it activates,
you can't UN-plug the stuff plugged into it.  It locks the plugs in place.
This allows preset, forced duration curling iron times."

Susan turned to Vickie just as Vickie finished lubing the second curling
iron with KY.  "Watch me, this is how the harness goes on, first the
waist belt".  Susan took the waist belt, put in on snugly.  "Hand me a
lock", Vickie handed Susan a lock from my desk.  Vickie clumsily followed
suit with the second harness.  Susan picked up a lock from the table
and locked Vickie's waist belt.

"Now attach the crotch strap to the hook on the front."  Susan did this
and Vickie followed suit.  "The curling iron is mounted in the front
hole, you have to feed the cord through from the inside".  Vickie fumbled
through it, but managed to get is through.

Susan reached to the table and picked up a small vibrator and attached
it to Vickie's harness, just above the curling iron.  "We're going to
stimulate as well as roast Vickie's cunt ;)", Susan smirked.

"Now the next step will be done quickly so you don't have time to stop in
the middle.  You'll help me so you can see how it's done and then I'll
do yours.  We'll also lock the wrists behind the back as well right after
doing the crotch strap.  Get a lock for the cuffs so you'll be ready."

Susan faced away from class, bent over, legs spread wide and pulled her
cheeks open.  "When I say go, you'll quickly insert the butt plug as I
insert the curling iron and pass the strap back to you and you'll lock it.
Get a lock for the crotch strap, Vickie."

Vickie dropped the lock for the cuffs and accidentally kicked it across
the room when she went to pick it up.  "Just get another lock",
exclaimed Susan.  Vickie picked up 2 locks from my desk and said "Ready".

Susan said "GO!"  Vickie slammed the butt plug home while Susan
quickly insert the curling iron and passed the strap back to Vickie.
Vickie grabbed the strap and locked it tight, Susan held her wrists
together on the small of her back to keep her hands out of the way.
Vickie locked the cuffs together.

There was a very pregnant pause, then Susan jumped up and twisted around
"YYEEOOWW!, I'm BURNING!!" and started wiggling around.  "WHAT DID YOU
PUT ON THESE THINGS!!".  Susan was dancing around trying to escape the
heat in her holes.

Vickie looked real dumb and replied, "You asked for a good lube for
the butt plug, isn't a 5 * lube the best?  You asked for a good lube",
Vickie whined dumbly.

"OOOO!, and WHAT's on the curling IRON!!??",

"Well DUH!", Vickie said, "I put Heet on it, The professor said it
helped keep things cool earlier so, you know like, I figured I should
put the cooling stuff on the curling iron, jeez, the thanks I get for
trying to help!"

Alice and Mary were both trying hard to keep a straight face.  I was
having trouble keeping a straight face, I was already holding my head
in my hand.  Susan continued to wiggle and jump around trying to cool
her crotch.  "OUCH!, HOT!"

"Can we continue with the demonstration please?", I asked in a warning
tone of voice.  "Vickie is the subject, If I remember properly?",
I inquired.

"OK, Professor OW", Susan said, "Vickie, unlock my wrists and the
crotch strap".

Susan made an effort to settle down and hold still.  Meanwhile Vickie
was moving stuff around, searching for the keys.  She placed a pad covered
with thumbtacks on a chair while searching.  She finally picked up a
pile of keys from the table and started trying them one at a time in
Susan's wrist cuffs.  None of the keys worked.

"Susan, you'll have to continue like that, we'll worry about the locks
after the presentation", I ordered.

"OK Vickie, insert your butt plug, curling iron, and lock them in place",
Susan ordered Vickie.  Vickie inserted the butt plug, the curling iron,
fumbled getting the crotch strap locked, but finally succeeded.

Both Vickie and Susan had been trailing the power cords for the curling
irons and they were tangled from Susan's hopping around.

"OK Vickie, you're going to have to plug in your curling iron, SINCE
I'm a little TIED UP at the moment.", Susan complained.  Vickie started
dumbly fumbling through the tangled cords, trying to figure out which
was which.  Susan pointed to one with her foot, "That's the one, plug
it in, set the timer and turn it on, yours is the iron set on high."
Susan's commands were punctuated with an occasional OW, OOO!, AAHH! from
the hot lubricants.

Vickie plugged in the cord, looked at the clock, set the timer, and
turned it on.

"There is a 2 minute delay on the timer to allow any last minute
preparations before power is applied."  Susan explained.  "Now we will
stretch Vickie's breasts with a breast stretcher.  Vickie, the breast
stretcher please."

Vickie brought over the breast stretcher.  "Like how's this thing work",
she asked somewhat vacantly.

"The wood plate is the base plate, it gets held against the chest between
the breasts."

Vickie placed the plate against Susan's chest, "Like this?"

"Yes" replied Susan.  "The loops go around the nipples and then attach
to the cross piece."  Vickie placed the loops on Susan and on the cross
piece. "And now you stretch the breasts by turning the wing nut below
the cross piece."  There was a threaded rod between the chest plate and
the cross piece.

Vickie started turning the wing nut, pushing the cross piece out and
pulling Susan's nipples.  "That's the way it works" Susan stated.
The vibrator in Vickie's crotch started buzzing.  "You'll have a hot
cunt shortly, Vickie dear", Susan smirked.

Vickie continued to turn the wing nut, increasing the stretch until
Susan realized, "Hey, wait a minute, this is supposed to be on you,
not me, Ouch!  that's enough.  OW! come on, enough already, OUCH!"
Vickie continued to turn the wing nut until Susan's breasts were very
stretched and Susan now had another torment to complain about.

All of a sudden Susan looked suspiciously at Vickie and asked
suspiciously, "Isn't you cunt getting hot?  You should start noticing
the heat.  You are feeling some heat aren't you?"

Vickie reached down and wiggled the curling iron, "Like it feels normal
to me."

"Let me see." Susan said as she bent down to take a closer look at
the curling iron.  "The power lights off, I was sure your curling iron
was turned on."  Susan tried to reach her curling iron with her hands,
but was stopped by the wrist cuffs.  She tried bending over to see the
power light, but wasn't able to.  "It's warm, my curling iron is
getting warm.  YOU PLUGGED IN THE WRONG IRON!"

"Well DUH, I plugged in the one you pointed to." Vickie replied a little
more vacantly then before.  Her hips were beginning to swivel, must
have been the buzzing vibrator, it certainly wasn't the curling iron;)
"Like this is nice."

Alice, Mary, and I were all having trouble keeping in the laughter.
It was now apparent that Susan figured Vickie wasn't ready for any major
scene so they were doing a three stooges act.  Anything severe that
was planned for Vickie was going to really happen to Susan, by accident
of course.

Susan started dancing around, "HOT, HOT!, MY CUNT'S BURNING, OW!, MY
NIPPLES!".  The nipple stretcher was bouncing around increasing the nipple
torment as Susan danced around.  Susan was sweating and grimacing now.
I was somewhat concerned and I guess she spotted the look of concern.
Despite the dancing and yelling, she managed to give me a quick smile
and a wink.  Despite everything, Susan was having fun.

"Like, Hold still, I can't get to the breast stretcher if you don't hold
still", Vickie wailed.  "Here, sit in the chair, I'll sit on your lap
and that will hold you still while I remove the breast stretcher."

Susan danced and wiggled to the chair and started sitting down and Vickie
kind a jumped into her lap forcing her to sit down hard, right on the pad
of thumbtacks!  Susan screamed and climaxed, Vickie ignored the
screams and additional motion.  "Hold still, hold still, almost got
it", as Vickie turned the wing nut back and finally removed the breast
stretcher.

Vickie jumped off Susan's lap and Susan jumped up again.  "MY CUNT'S
BURNING, MY ASS, OOOWWW!".  Susan was dancing around with the pad of
tacks stuck fast to her ass.

"Well like hold still, DUH!," Vickie said, playing the dumb blond valley
girl to the hilt.  Susan finally held still long enough for Vickie to
grab the pad and peel it off.  "YEEOOOWWW!" was Susan's response as she
did a dance of pain. Vickie set the pad down on my desk.  It looked
casual, it looked accidental with the tacks point up, but I had my
opinion ;)

"Susan, can we continue with the presentation, you are supposed to be
torturing Vickie." I ordered in as warning a voice as I could while
trying not to laugh.

"OW OW OW OW OW OW, YES, Professor", Susan seemed to settle down though
she was still dancing around a bit.  She was really beginning to look
much the worse for wear.

"Vickie, put the breast stretcher on and get it right this time."

Vickie put on the breast stretcher and adjusted it till it stayed in
place without falling.  "Tighter" ordered Susan.  Vickie turned the
wing nut a little more.

"Now get me the electric hot seat." Susan ordered.  The hot seat
looked like it might have started as an electric frying pan with some
modifications.  Susan had Vickie adjust the setting, "We want hot OUCH!
Now plug this in so it can warm up".  Vickie took the device, plugged
it into the timer, and placed it on the chair.

Susan was facing the class so didn't see where the hot seat device was
placed.  "We'll be giving Vickie a real hot time shortly.", Susan
assured the class.  We all had our suspicions about who'd be getting
the hot seat;)

"Now get 4 clover clamps and the weights.  Put the weights by the
chair.  OK, put 4 clamps on your labia and make sure they won't slip."
Susan paused and then continued, "It hurts a lot more if they slip,
then if they don't".

Vickie moaned and groaned a little as she put 4 clover clamps on her
labia.  Vickie looked a little unhappy, but she also looked real aroused.

"Tighten that breast stretcher another turn!" ordered Susan.

"Now we'll see how well you can lift weights!".  Susan went and stood
in front of the chair with the weights in front of her.  "VICKIE! HERE!"
Susan pointed to the weights in front of her with her foot.

"Now squat down and fasten the weights on, it's only 12 pounds."
Susan assured Vickie in a sickly sweet tone.

Vickie hesitated, "Like it's too much", she wailed.

"It's only 12 pounds, that's only 3 pounds per clamp, piece of cake",
Susan exclaimed.  "Here I'll show you, get another set of weights and
clamps and put them on me".  Susan was still rotating her hips and doing
her ass and cunt on fire wiggle dance with her occasional interspersed
OWS and OUCHES.

Vickie got the clamps and weights and put them on Susan.  Susan had
Vickie reposition one clamp to a better place. Susan just groaned a
little as this was done.  "See, nothing to it, now get yours attached!"

Vickie hesitantly squatted down and picked up the weights.  She carefully
attached them to her clamps and just squatted there with the weights
resting on the floor.

"Come on Vickie, up and at 'em, you can do it, it's only 12 pounds." Susan
said encouragingly.  Vickie slowly stood up, legs spread, groaning and
moaning every inch.

"It hurts, its too heavy" Vickie whined.  Vickie's face was screwed up
in pain.

"Turn around and show the class, Vickie" Susan instructed.

Vickie started to stand up a little more and turn and then screamed and
fell forward into Susan, Susan's legs hit the chair and she sat down
heavily on the hot seat in the chair!  Vickie fell into Susan's lap and
grabbed the only thing handy to prevent ramming the breast stretcher
into Susan, which was Susan's breasts.  Vickie grabbed hard and twisted
Susan's breasts while yelling "IT HURTS!, IT HURTS!".

Susan shouted, "YYEEOOWW!, MY ASS, YOU"RE COOKING MY ASS, get off, get
off, let me up!".  Susan's legs were now straight out, spread a bit,
and she was shaking them up and down.  It took a few moments but despite
Susan's yelling, her waving her legs in the air was actually forcing
her bottom tighter against the hot seat.

Vickie screamed, "MY CUNT!, MY CUNT!" and let go of Susan's breasts to
grab her crotch.

I didn't see what happened, their crotches were too close.  Vickie fumbled
around a bit while Susan continued to complain about her bottom cooking
while Vickie complained about her crotch.

After a few seconds, Vickie got UN-tangled from Susan and got up off
Susan's lap.  First thing I noticed was Vickie no longer had any clamps
on her labia.  Next thing I noticed was Susan jumping out of the chair
like her ass was on fire.  Susan was jumping around yelling about her
ass being cooked and her cunt being cooked and stretched.

Susan had all eight clover clamps on her labia and all 24 pounds of
weight.  She'd also managed somehow to get the hot seat tangled with
her cuffs or something as it was bouncing off her buttocks as she jumped
and shimmied around.  Susan tried thrusting her pelvis forward to escape
the hot seat, but it seemed to always keep a little bit in touch.

Susan was alternately moaning about her ass being on fire and her cunt
being cooked and stretched.

In her seemingly aimless jumping and wiggling and dancing around, Susan
managed to stumble straight into my desk and bent over at the waist,
falling breasts first right smack dab into the middle of the tack pad.
Vickie took the opportunity to jump on her back.

"MY TIT'S" screamed Susan as they were forced firmly onto the tack pad.
Susan didn't say anything for a moment as she had another orgasm.

"DUH, hold still, like I can't UN-tangle the hot seat the way you're
wiggling around and you're hurting my tits"  Vickie was also wincing
from the agitation of the breast stretcher causing it to be even more
painful then before.

"It's stuck, I can't get it off", Vickie finally gave up trying to free
the hot seat and jumped off of Susan's back.  Susan stood up and the
tack pad came with her, stuck to her breasts.

I looked at the clock and realized Susan and Vickie had managed to take
a 10 minute presentation and turn it into a 30 minute stooges act.

"Everyone settle down!" I commanded.  Susan stopped the running and
screaming, though the pelvic thrust and grind continued due to the pain
from the hot seat, the curling iron, the labia weights, and the irritants.

"This presentation is over!  Vickie, go to your desk and sit down.  Susan!
go to your desk and sit down, your presentation went way over time."

"But the hot seat! The curling iron! They're still on! YYEEOOUUCCHH!,
I'm still being roasted!" Susan wailed!

"Vickie, how long did you set the timer?" I asked suspiciously.

"Duh, like she said to make sure it went till the end so I set it for
the end of Class", Vickie replied happily still playing the dumb blonder.

Susan looked dismayed.

"End of class?!  END OF CLASS!, That's another twenty minutes!  I gotta
put up with a roasted cunt and ass for another 20 MINUTES!"  Susan winced.

I gathered Susan was getting a longer, more severe roasting then she had
planned on.  "Susan sit down at your desk, you've just earned detention
so you'll be staying after class.  There is still 20 minutes of class
students. Now sit down!"

Susan wiggle danced to her chair and sat down very slowly, OOHHing and
aahhing every inch as the contact between her bottom and the hot seat
increased.

"Vickie, you may remove the breast stretcher and clean up what you can
of this mess."  I motioned toward the equipment spread out on the table
and elsewhere.  "The rest of you sit up and pay attention.  Due to the
presentations running so much over time, we don't really have time to
start the next lesson.  We will have 5 minutes of silence so you can
contemplate today's lessons.  At the end of the 5 minutes I will ask
for questions."

Vickie removed the breast stretcher and organized the equipment.
She put her stuff away in her bag and left Susan's in a neat pile.
Vickie went back to her desk and sat down quietly other then the buzzing
of the vibrator.

Alice was wiggling in her chair, trying to find a less painful position.
Mary was trying to look angelic, but kept giggling.  Susan was really
wiggling and looked ready to have another orgasm.  Vickie seemed
the most thoughtful.

"Mary, care to tell the rest of class the joke?", I inquired.

"I'm sorry, it was just so funny, the way the presentation went, I can't
stop giggling".

"Well I guess we'll have to help you, come up front and bend over,
grab your ankles."  I ordered as I pulled out a medium paddle.

"Yes, Professor", she responded reluctantly and came up and assumed
the position.

"Since you can't seem to be quiet to contemplate the class, we'll just
have to use an alternative reminder."

I started swatting her bottom, about one every 5 seconds for the next 3
minutes turning her bottom nice and red.  Mary would OH! and OW! every
few swats and she started a little pelvic grind of her own as her bottom
warmed up.

"OK, quiet time is over.  Alice, Mary, you may go.  Vickie, you may
remove the harness and clean up the rest of the equipment and then you
may go.  Susan, You can just sit there as your detention starts once
the other students have left."

Mary quickly dressed and left.  She had the least stuff to pick up.
Alice was rummaging through her toy-bag and pulled out a control pantie
and the Ben-Gay.

"What's up Alice?  Class is over." I asked curiously.

"It's my husband's request", She replied as she showed me the insides
of the control pantie.  There was a plastic pot scrubber sewed into the
crotch right were it would most rub her clit and labia.  The seat had
these gold rounded things fastened to it in a pattern, about a half
inch apart.  You sometimes see them in patterns on jackets, etc., but
these were inside out.

"OH??".  Alice was married, but her husband just couldn't bring himself
to give her more then a light spanking.  Alice had discovered my classes
and after talking it over with both me and her husband had attended one.
He had come along and watched for about a half hour before leaving, he'd
just said he'd be back when class was over.  He'd kissed his wife and
wished her a good time, but admitted he was too uncomfortable with the
level of play to watch.

"Yes, he's getting a little less vanilla, but still can't really bring
himself to give me a real good spanking.  He did have me make these
panties and did say I should put something nice on the scrub pad;)
I'm sure he didn't specify as he probably doesn't want to know what he
should order me to use, but he is getting better.  He'd probably tell
me to use KY or Vick's and think the Vick's is strong."

Alice had spread a liberal dose of Ben-Gay Ultra on the scrubber and then
carefully put just a drop of Heet on top while she talked.  She put on
the control pantie and after some wiggling to help settle things in place,
gave herself a wedgie to make sure.  She got this done with only a
little moaning.

"Sitting on the way home will be torture, but when we get home....",
Alice said dreamily.

Vickie had finished taking off, cleaning up, and packing her stuff.
She dressed quickly and also left, though before going out the door she
looked back somewhat wishfully and then left.

Susan wasn't wiggling as much now, the timer had expired so the curling
iron and hot seat were both cooling down.  The irritants were wearing off.
The only thing left was the tack pad and the labia weights.

"Well everyone's gone, its just you and me.  The stooge act was good.
It looked like you'd gone further than planned a couple of times."
I walked over toward Susan, observing her closely.  She seemed a little
shaky, but overall was OK.

"Well we had to think of something.  Today's class was unusually
blood thirsty.  This allowed us to do an intense presentation with
Vickie as the 'victim' but stay within her limits.  They rarely vote
for me, too worried about what I'll do to them", she smiled evilly.
"Most of this was planned, but I'd only told Vickie to set the timer,
I figured she'd set it for maybe 10 minutes to cover the presentation,
I hadn't really planned on her setting it till class ended.  I think I've
got blisters on my bottom.  She did that on her own.  She also selected
the lubes on her own, I'd just told her to use whatever she wanted."
Susan was still wiggling and grimacing.

"Using the tack pad was also her idea.  She'd asked if it could be used
during break and I'd said 'sure, I've sat on it before', but she didn't
say anything further.  I wasn't paying attention, I was kinda distracted,
so I didn't know it was on the chair when I sat down, talk about the
big O, it was intense.  Now I did see the pad on the desk so this",
she wiggled her tack pad covered chest, "was intentional"."

"I know, Alice and Mary at least are used to how much people's likes
can vary, but Vickie", I paused and then in a falsetto voice, "FIRE,
FIRE, Susan's on fire."  We both broke up laughing with my attempt to
imitate Vickie.

"Yea", She laughed, "Alice and Mary have been in class with me before.
I've never seen Vickie though."

"It was Vickie's first class.  She's been fluttering around the flame for
a long time and decided this was a chance to get some safe experience.
When I announced you'd been voted best and Vickie worst, Vickie turned
white and I almost thought she was going to panic."

"How are you doing", I asked.

"I'm kind a worn out, I could use a hot shower and a little rest time to
recover, before proceeding with detention, Sir.  I should be ready for
anything in an hour or two.", Susan smiled with anticipation.

The doorbell rang, just then interrupting our conversation.

===== part 4