Melody Smith's Schooldays
by Eve Adorer
Chapter 12 - On The Bitch-Wheel
The deep pleasure for me of my exhibition in my devil crimson velvet dress went
on all day.
I showed miles of leggy-leg and astonishingly huge strong thigh when I sat in
class. And I bent over to display my delectably delightfully delicious
smackybumps, when girls snatched my books from me and threw them on the floor
purposely to make me have to pick them up again. I wiggled super-girlily as I
slinked along on tiptoe in my reinforced ballet shoes.
I was mega-charged with my girlness and in adoration of exhibiting myself for
the pleasure of the other girls, who gathered round to tell me, as I never tired
of hearing now, just how incredibly lovely and sexy I was.
The other girls wanted to make me blush. They wanted to make me blush, not just
because it made my gorgeous face even prettier but because they knew that each
and every blush marked an excretion of fresh honey from my slit, I was so
sexed-up. They knew because of course I was wearing no panties and they could
smell my musk.
.......I was ordered to take a cold shower when I returned to the prefecture
that evening.
Only as my over-sexiness cooled in that shower did I begin to think of my
upcoming ordeal.
What was the bitch-wheel? And why should I worry at being punished before the
whole school, they adored me didn't they?
I was not allowed to dress. Marion, Marion who had betrayed me, was delegated to
brush my hair and put it into a single extremely long plait, knotted at its
nether end with my own hair.
Then I was grasped by Marion and the head-girl and force-marched naked through
the schoolyard. I was totally naked and they walked me openly through the
schoolyard.
And it began: my torment began. The cheers and "wows" and wolf whistles of the
morning, had turned to a different sound. It was a frightening sound. The school
knew I was going to be punished and they could not wait to watch.
The words "bitch", and "slag" hurt me now as they were meant to hurt me from the
cruel way in which they were being used.
Most of the school was at dinner as I was frog marched to the main assembly hall
where they would come to witness later, this bad girl being punished.
I was deep blushing from shame at my total nakedness now, and there was no
corresponding moistening between my legs this time.
I was marched into the school assembly hall. On the stage I could see what
looked exactly like a huge old-fashioned multi-spoked wooden-spoked wagon wheel.
And that is exactly how it should have looked, because that is exactly what it
was.
I was made to kneel. Leather straps with buckles were brought to me, and each of
my legs was individually strapped around the ankle and upper-thigh next to my
groin using one strap on each leg, so that my legs were helplessly individually
bound folded double.
I was then lifted and taken with my back facing the wheel, which must have been
four or five-feet in diameter, and placed on it with my feet through stirrup
straps dangling from its hub, so that my individual feet now poked through a gap
in the spokes with one spoke between them.
My arms were next taken over, from elbow onwards only, over the rim of the wheel
and tied at the wrist to two more purpose fitted leather straps coming up from
the wheel's hub.
To finally tie me to the wheel, a strap was passed around my waist and pulled
very tight to tie me to two spokes, before it was buckled, and another strap, a
slimmer strap anchored at its far end to the hub, was taken up between the lips
of my slit and buckled to the strap around my belly.
It now took four young women to lift the wheel with my body strapped on it, so
that its hub went onto an axle angled so as to hold the wheel at 30 degrees back
from strict vertical, mounted on a hugely strong wooden frame in the middle of
the school stage.
I was hanging on the wheel such that top of my head was between my elbows as my
forearms were pulled painfully over the wheel, and the top of my head and elbows
were therefore at the wheel's rim. Meanwhile with my legs being bound folded
double, my knees were at the opposite rim, my long gold plait was in front of
the wheel, beside my right thigh.
As I was presently upright, the cruel strap dividing the lips of my sweet purse
was pressing very hard on my hooded clitoris as my trunk slumped down. I could
relieve this only a little with pulling myself up using my feet through the
leather stirrups that held them.
I could move my thighs individually or together, but little else.
To hang on the wheel bound thus was very painful.
I was also aware that I was going to be whipped.
They could not whip my lovely bummy because I was facing out. But with horror I
realised how exposed my thighs and my poor lollipops were, and I hoped and
prayed they would not whip my lollipops.
"Right and left mean your right and left" the head-girl told me, breathless as
she still was from helping lift the wheel, with me tied to it, onto its axle.
"You are really going to learn a lesson here Smith", she sneered.
"This is the wheel that gave St Catherine's its name.
"You, you useless bitch, are going to rotate the wheel to my command."
"You will rotate it to the left if that is what you are told to do, or you will
rotate it to the right if that is what you are told to do. To the left or to the
right you will do as you are told. And if you don't do as you are told, or if
you slack, or if you don't speed the rotation when you are ordered to, or if you
don't slow it down when you are told to, or if you don't stop when you are
ordered to, then you will be whipped!"
The look in the head-girl's eyes as she told me this and showed me the three
foot long, one inch wide, quarter inch thick leather strap she wielded, was one
of pure sadism.
"Right!" she barked.
Her intonation seemed to turn this single word into a concluding rhetorical
query conveying, "do you understand?" I therefore took this word only as an
emphatic ending to her previous statement, as if she was just questioning my
understanding of the orders she had just been giving me as I hung there nude and
helpless.
The strap-whip whistled through the air and "THWICK" it slapped me murderously
hard across my poor nude left lollipop.
I howled with the pain as my lollipop was savagely compressed and bounced back
to show a livid red weal on its perfect skin and I bucked on the wheel as she
shouted, "Right, I said right, you stupid bitch."
Now I understood. Now I understood not only extreme pain but also what she had
in fact been ordering me to do. I had misunderstood that she had actually been
commanding me to rotate the wheel to my right.
I struggled in my bonds to get the wheel turning. I worked my glorious thighs
and to my surprise I began to sway side to side and then suddenly to tip,
suddenly I was upside down with my long blonde plait trailing the ground then I
was upright again. I was rotating the wheel. Down and round I went a second
time. I was rotating the wheel: I had got it doing round by the efforts of my
body strapped to it.
The whip whistled down still harder "THWICK" on my exquisite left lollipop. I
screamed with the pain.
"Right, I said right you stupid bitch, not left"
I did not know how to stop myself from going round. I held myself stiff. Would
that work? Yes, thank goodness, yes it did.
I worked my thighs, my stupendous folded thighs to rotate myself the other way,
and low and behold I was going round, I was going round, My head was down at the
bottom of the circle, my knees at the top and then my head was at the top once
more.
I worked my thighs and body to keep up the rotation of the wheel.
"Faster bitch" the head-girl snarled
I worked the wheel with my thighs. I took both my thighs to one side to speed me
on the down side and then over opposite to take me up the far side, and I made
the wheel turn and I worked it faster as I was ordered.
"Faster bitch" the head-girl spat out once more
I thought that I must surely be going as fast as I could as my plait kept
brushing the ground at what seemed increasingly frequent intervals. The
head-girl lifted the whip, and I worked my thighs harder still and I went around
faster to avoid the painful lashing she threatened.
"Left!" she barked cruelly laughingly.
This was part of my disciplining. The whole school was assembled to witness this
now, but I was oblivious of all but my struggle to obey the command, and stop
myself rotating to the right.
I struggled and had just begun to rotate to the left, no more than ten turns,
when......
"Right!" the head-girl all but screamed, and the whole school laughed at me.
I was bathed in sweat as I struggled to get myself stopped and start myself
rotating right once more.
I tumbled round but five times to my right when the head-girl shouted, "Left!"
and the whole school giggled and then laughed out loud at me once again:
hurtfully mockingly and cruelly they laughed at me.
I obeyed my orders and got myself rotating left, and there I was alone, going
round and round and round and round and round, obeying the last order I had been
given to drive this huge wheel, the bitch-wheel, round and round with my thighs.
The head-girl left for her dinner now. The lovely Josephine was left with the
whip to watch over me, with permission to beat me if I slacked.
Round and round and round and round and round I went head at top, head at
bottom, knees at top, knees at bottom, I worked the wheel obediently round and
round and round and round and round, my mouth agape with my concentration, my
body bedewed in my sweat as I worked my stupendous thighs to rotate the wheel as
I must.
Round and round and round and round and round I went displaying my beautiful
body, my wonderful sweaty thighs my glorious pendulous perky titties.
Round and round and round and round and round I obediently worked the wheel with
my wonderful body, my breasts, firm though they were, rising and falling and
tipping both together to one side and then the other with gravity as I worked
the wheel round and round and round and round and round with my orgasmic thighs.
Round and round and round and round and round I went dutifully, fully the slave
to my order to rotate the wheel with my body.
Round and round and round and round and round I worked the wheel with my
stupendous thighs, round and round and round and round and round...
The futility of this occupation was purposely humiliating. I worked the wheel
round and round and round and round because I had to, to avoid being whipped on
my breasts, not because it did anything useful. The only worthwhile thing it
did, from my torturers' standpoint, was to drive home to me my total
subservience.
I worked the wheel round and round and round and round to kill my will, and
enslave me. I was on the sexual equivalent of the treadmill as I worked the
wheel obediently round and round and round and round with my enormously strong
thighs...
..............................
...Round and round and round and round and round I worked the wheel. I had been
rotating it for an hour now and still I was to keep it going with my thighs.
Round and round and round and round and round I went.
Round and round and round and round and round I went, dew dripping from my body.
Round and round and round and round and round I worked the wheel. Josephine had
gone and Marion was standing whip in hand ogling my nudity.
Round and round and round and round and round I went, head up top, knees up top,
head at bottom knees at bottom.
Round and round and round and round and round I worked the wheel, the assembled
school had long since got bored with the spectacle, conversation had broken out
and the rising noise had prompted the head-teacher to dismiss the girls back to
their respective dormitories.
Round and round and round and round and round I worked the wheel with my
sweating and now aching thighs.
..............................
...Round and round and round and round and round I worked the wheel with my
naked thighs as I had now been doing totally obediently for over two hours ...
Round and round and round and round and round and each time my thighs were at
the bottom of the circle the little strap that ran through my purse pressed
brutally hard on my poor little peek-a-boo.
Round and round and round and round and round I turned the wheel, surely I had
been punished enough now for merely touching Marion's hair in a moment of sexual
ecstasy.
Round and round and round and round and round, head at bottom, knees at top,
knees at bottom, head at top, I worked the wheel obediently round and round and
round and round and round.
..............................
...Round and round and round and round and round I went each top of circle with
my head, pressing the naughty strap hard against my girl-penis as my body
slumped down. It had been three hours now and I was nearing exhaustion...
..............................
Round and round and round and round and round, I turned the wheel, my overseers
changed at half-hourly intervals, was this four or five hours now that I had
been made to rotate the wheel with my gorgeous thighs?
...Round and round and round and round and round, I made the wheel go, it had
indeed been five hours and I was all but fainting with dehydration and the pain
in my muscles and my naughty and from my terribly sore strap-chafed
peek-a-boo...
Round and round and round and round and round, I drove myself for fear of being
whipped on my titties...
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...Round and round and round and round and round, until the sixth hour had
nearly come and I fainted and the wheel stopped: and I awoke to the vicious pain
of the whip on my left lollipop once more, catching me with full force on its
sensitive perky pretty strawberry-sweet titty-tip...
I howled miserably with the brutal pain...
Then Marion, who had charge of me alone at this stage, dropped the whip and
turned me head down so she could lick the salt on my dew caked body. Tipping me
upside down she kissed and licked the insides, the soft fleshed, the soft
sensitive fleshed insides of my thighs.
The head-girl found what was going on and seized the whip from where Marion had
thrown it.
"Who said Smith could stop?!" she balled.
Marion took no notice as she undid the strap that ran through my slit. I
squeaked out with the pain as my clit, made sore with the pressing from that
strap over the hours was freed. But I was not too exhausted to raise my
super-tender eager naughty to Marion's mouth and kiss her with my naughty-lips
in hope she would lick my peek-a-boo.
Marion was taken aback at my boldness, not expecting to be the one who made the
first move, but her soothing hot eager tongue was soon in me, and I cried out
with pleasure as she sought to find my poor sore clit now back in its hood...
The head-girl pushed Marion to one side and pulled the strap back through my
prize buckling it even tighter.
"Rotate the bitch-wheel Smith or I will whip you" she spat
I tried to move the wheel but was too exhausted.
The whip hit my folded left thigh with a resounding THWICK and I half rotated
and fell back. THWICK I rotated three-quarters and fell back. THWICK I screamed
with the pain as I began to rotate fully once again and THWICK, I was being
whipped round.
It was no longer my efforts that were spinning me on the wheel I was being
whipped round by my naked left thigh. THWICK I went head over heels once more
THWICK, I screeched with the pain as once more I went around from being hit
savagely hard on my left thigh.
As my head rolled round to the top of each spin of the wheel my bound trunk fell
hard on the viciously tight strap dividing the lips of my naughty, pleasure
paining my poor sore clitoris now once more out of its hideyhood and throbbing
madly...
...THWICK the head-girl hit my thigh harder and harder, I begged and squealed
for mercy. THWICK she hit my thigh harder still and I spun faster.
THWICK was that a squeal or was it a moan? THWICK that was a cry, but surely not
a cry of pain. THWICK I was being whipped round and round and round. THWICK that
was definitely a cry of sexual pleasure. THWICK what was that word I uttered,
was it "more"?
...My girl-penis was rigid, my nipples erect, the strap dividing my slit
marinated in my honey..
THWICK I was spinning like a top round and round driven by the brutal whipping
of my bare left thigh. THWICK did I scream "more, please!"? THWICK that was
definitely an orgasmic gasp and THWICK I was coming. THWICK I was coming. THWICK
I was coming. THWICK I was coming. THWICK oh heaven in heaven I was
coming!!.....
THWICK I spun helplessly dizzily round, whipped round by the flogging of my nude
left thigh. THWICK I was coming. THWICK I was coming. THWICK I was orgasming.
THWICK I WAS my orgasm. THWICK I had come and was squealing to be whipped
harder!!!
THWICK I was coming again as I spun round on the wheel head over knees, knees
over head and my bare left thigh was whipped harder still to drive me round and
round and round and round and round and drop my weight at the top of each
wheel-spin on my raw peek-a-boo within my strap-rubbed slit...
...THWICK and I screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed as I orgasmed
and squealed as I orgasmed with the pain as THWICK I was driven round once more
THWICK; THWICK; THWICK; THWICK; THWICK .............I screeched as I orgasmed a
third and final exhausting time and fainted in my cruel bonds...
... after six hours I had finally been broken on the bitch-wheel ...
