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Chapter 16. In which Sarah is taught some theory
"Enter."
Sarah had not felt nervous until that familiar voice had called them inside. Her head began to swim with visions of what was to come. Her first day at school had brought her situation after situation in which she had no experience at all. She had not known what to expect so her mind could not create nightmares of its own. Now, with only one day experience, her mind began working overtime, conjuring scenarios filled with pain and humiliation. She entered the classroom, scanned her eartag and stood beside her desk. Miss Watson stood at the front of the class, dressed elegantly in a tight pencil skirt that ended just above the knee. Her blouse was a sensual soft cream colour that hugged her body beautifully. Even without her position of power, and the fact that she was her superior in every way, Miss Watson's sheer height intimidated Sarah.
"Sit."
Eighteen obedient schoolgirls sat at their desks, the only sound a soft shuffle of shoes on the hard wooden floor. Sarah sat at attention, spreading her legs, displaying her panty clad pussy to Miss Watson, knowing her classmates had adopted the same position. She could not explain why she felt so good, knowing her classmates were doing the right thing. She just did. Not everything needed to be analysed she told herself.
"Morning sluts," beamed Miss Watson.
"Morning Ma'am," the class chorused back.
"Sleep well sluts?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Ready for another full day of training?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"I am very glad to hear that. Before we begin correction are there any girls who do not wish to continue with their training? Raise your hand."
Sarah could not believe what she was hearing. Was Miss Watson really asking if anyone wanted to leave? Sarah knew this could not be right and hoped that none of her classmates were silly enough to raise their hands. This had to be a test.
"Very well. I am gratified that the lessons of yesterday really made an impression. Each one of you deserves to be here. You all deserve to be trained to be the very best slut you can be. I am happy to know that all my efforts, and those of all the staff here at Harkwood, are welcomed and appreciated by each of you. It is important for a slut to strive to be better, to be constantly improving.
"Through your training, your natural instinct and desire to be a slut will be enhanced. Your techniques will be improved, your abilities will be accentuated and your behaviour refined. Some of you are more advanced than others, but at Harkwood we teach a standardised curriculum. Every slut takes the same classes and are expected to achieve the same standards.
"Of course there is always room for extra-curricular activities but those will be discussed at a later date. It is so very gratifying to know that we will simply be improving on already well-established principles, not building a slut from scratch. Now that we have established that you all want to be here, that you all desire your training, we can continue with our form lesson."
Sarah had breathed a silent sigh of relief when Miss Watson's speech had made it obvious that no girl had raised her hand. Sarah's had remained firmly behind her back. She had not even been tempted to raise it. She had come to realise that her training was inevitable, something she needed to make the best of. To do this she had decided that she would obey every order and try her absolute best to make her teachers happy. She would strive to be a true slut, in mind and body.
The constant reinforcement of stimuli, both through her teachers speeches and lessons that resonated with the impressionable schoolgirl's mind and through the physical response to situations she could not deny, had made the process easier. She had found the evidence of her feelings and the logic of her teacher's lessons to hold a universal truth. She was a slut. She had accepted the term, she just wasn't quite sure she knew what it meant.
Sarah's reverie was interrupted by Miss Watson's now businesslike tone, "Olsen, front. Two infractions."
Olsen stood immediately, stepping forward first to the small laptop to scan her eartag and then to the platform at the front of the class. The nervous teenager stood at attention facing the class, waiting for the command that would expose her to the waiting schoolgirls and herald a painful period of her new life.
"Olsen, correction."
Olsen swivelled and bent at the waist in one smooth motion. She reached back and lifted her pleated skirt to rest on her lower back, exposing her round buttocks to her classmates. She finished her position by grasping her ankles tightly, ensuring her thumb and forefinger followed the buckled strap of her high heeled shoe. Without preamble Miss Watson brought the cane crashing into Olsen's bared buttocks, causing the young girl's knees to buckle slightly, but only for a second. She quickly recovered from the shock and pain of the cane stroke and was once again straight of back and knee.
"One, thank you Ma'am," Olsen said through clenched teeth.
Again the cane landed with a loud crack on the soft mounds of the teenager's ass. Again Olsen counted and thanked Miss Watson. She then stood to face the class, stepped off the platform and curtsied to the teacher.
"Thank you Ma'am," said Olsen meekly before taking her seat.
Sarah watched her the slim girl receive her corrections with a stoic acceptance. She watched as Cox received three strokes and Murphy received the same. The new red welts joined the old, creating a tapestry of pain across the tender flesh of each teenage girl's behind. The older corrections had begun to change in colour, from the red of a fresh stroke to a more purplish, bruise like colour. As it neared her time on the block, Sarah began to become increasingly anxious. She knew she had earned a high number of infractions, at least triple those of any girl corrected so far.
"Porter, eleven infractions."
Sarah stood to the involuntary gasps of her classmates. She had seemed the girl who had the right answers and told the teacher's what they wanted to here. Yet here she was with such a high number of infractions. Maybe she was not the 'teacher's pet' that some had labelled her. She scanned her tag and stepped up to the platform, facing the class in the now familiar position of attention. She stared fixedly at the back wall, not daring to meet the gaze of any of her classmates. The condemnation on their faces was something she could not bear.
"Porter these sluts are right to exclaim their surprise, though they are wrong in thinking they have any right to speak at all. Another unsolicited sound and an infraction will be given. Porter, why do you come before this class with eleven infractions accrued in one 24 hour period?"
"I am a slut Ma'am," Sarah responded without thinking.
"Indeed. Class this slut has now earned not one detention but two. When a slut earns a detention, through accruing ten infractions, the detention is held at the end of the school day in which these infractions were corrected. Porter at the end of class today you will report immediately to this classroom. Your second detention will be served after class tomorrow.
"A detention is a necessary part of the training of a slut. They are a chance for the slut to prove herself and to demonstrate what she has learnt from her lack of obedience. A detention is not a punishment. If a slut earns three detention periods in one week however, a punishment session is scheduled. You have two detentions already this week Porter, how do you feel about that?"
"I am sorry Ma'am I will try to do better."
"How do you feel about earning a punishment session Porter, you are very close?"
"I look forward to a punishment session Ma'am," Sarah replied, close to tears before a single stroke had landed on her flesh.
"Oh Porter," said Miss Watson, intrigued. "Why is that?"
"It will make me a better slut Ma'am."
"That it will Porter. However it remains to be seen if it will improve your obvious lack of respect and your clear failures in obedience."
"Class, the slut is correct in her acceptance of punishment. Correction and punishment are but two of the tools necessary to train a slut. Pain is not something to shie away from or attempt to ignore. Pain is a necessary part of every slut's existence. It is a sensation to be valued, just as pleasure is. The only difference is that pain is something a slut accepts for herself, pleasure is something she gives to others.
"I hope though Porter, that you are not deliberately earning infractions to receive a punishment session. That would be a truly heinous act."
"No Ma'am. Please Ma'am I would never do that," Sarah rushed, eager to dispel any misgivings her teacher may have.
"Why Porter, why would you not. You have admitted that you look forward to punishment?"
"It would be a show of great disrespect Ma'am. I want to be obedient and I want to serve Ma'am, really. I want to do my best Ma'am, please," Sarah said plaintively, desperate for her teacher to believe her.
The distressed teen felt she was digging herself ever deeper into a pit of displeasure. She had only said what she thought was right but it had led into areas that she could not have anticipated. She could not have done any different, she had to ride it out and hope that the truth, as it felt to her, would be enough.
"Porter, correction."
Sarah gratefully adopted the position for her coming correction. She knew eleven strokes of the cane would tax her to her limits but the interrogation by her teacher had left her panicked and desperate. She felt she had been on a knife's edge of earning not only the displeasure of her teacher but even more infractions. To earn new while being corrected for her current would be a dire state of affairs. Sarah heard the swish of the cane a split second before it made contact. It had been a mere 24 hours since her flesh had last felt the sting of Miss Watson's cane and she had forgotten much of its power.
"One, thank you Ma'am," Sarah said, loudly and clearly, as the pain shot quickly from her buttocks, up into her chest. The second and third strokes followed with barely enough time for her to count them. The fourth landed high up her asscheeks, where the beautiful soft mounds reached their highest point above the ground.
SWICK. The fifth stroke landed at the base of her buttocks, in the tender crease between ass and thigh. Sarah stumbled forward but corrected herself immediately. She could not remember when her tears had begun to flow. Her vision was blurred and despite her best attempts to sniff them back into her nose, thick strings of mucus hung from each nostril.
"Six, thank you Ma'am," Sarah gasped as she attempted to control her breathing. The pain in her ass was now a constant agony that built moment by moment. Even during the interval between strokes the pain increased. Her chest heaved as she fought for breath, trying her best to stay in position. It was her only thought now. She had to make every stroke count.
"Ten thank you Ma'am," Sarah heard herself say, as if from another room. The tortured teen awoke as if from a trance. Ten? The last thing she remembered was calling her sixth correction stroke. Sarah beccame worried that she had lost position during her lapse. She quickly checked and found herself in standing correctly, though her knees were a little bent. She immediately straightened them and realised Miss Watson was speaking.
"Correct Casta. The eleventh correction is to be administered with a paddle. A maximum of ten strokes of the cane is permitted during each correction period. A maximum of ten additional strokes of the paddle is permitted during a correction period. If a slut has behaviour so abysmal that more than 20 infractions are earned in one period then an immediate, and additional, punishment session is scheduled. This session will be scheduled for the nearest ten hour block uninterrupted by classes."
Even through the haze of pain that terrorised her body, Sarah could not help but shudder at the mention of ten hours of punishment. She had no idea what this could possibly entail. She didn't even know what to expect from a detention. If the pain she was experiencing, from simple corrections, was anything to go by she knew they would be ample deterrents.
"As I was saying, the holes in this paddle are to allow the air passage through the wood. This allows the paddle to move unimpeded and to attain the proper speed necessary to provide a satisfactory correction. Brace yourself slut."
Sarah tried to think what to do. She had to remain in position, so how was she to brace herself. The poor, confused schoolgirl had no time to come to a decision. A moment later pain exploded in her ass. Pain that made the cane strokes disappear from memory. Sarah staggered forward two steps, her knees bent and her back arched. She had the presence of mind to keep her hands firmly clasped around her ankles even though this almost ensured her fall from the platform.
She managed to right herself, step back to her original position and straighten her knees and back. Her entire body radiated pain. It was as if her body had not been able to accept that level of pain in one place and had transferred it into untouched regions of her flesh. It was only once she was back in position that she opened her mouth.
"El...elev..en. Thank you Ma'am," the agonised girl stammered.
Sarah righted herself slowly, the pain floating first up her body and then down again, always coming to reside in the abused flesh of her buttocks. She felt light headed as she stood at attention on the platform, pale bursts of colour, yellow and orange, coalescing in kaleidoscopic confusion. It took a moment for the sensation to clear. Her eyes were red and puffy and the long strings of mucus that had hung from her nose had now deposited themselves across her lips and chin. She stepped down from the platform and curtsied to Miss Watson.
"Thank you for my correction Ma’am," Sarah said. The slimy trails of mucus created thick, ropey bridges between her lips as she spoke. Sarah felt disgusted as she tasted the discharge from her nose.
"Porter, what is the rule regarding bodily fluids?" Miss Watson asked.
"A slut must always clean up all bodily fluids that are to be consumed Ma'am, whether they come from a slut or someone else."
"Correct Porter. Clean up your mess."
Sarah was amazed that her brain was still functioning correctly. She had not even thought of an answer, she was still focusing on the pain she was in. It was all she could think of. She had never been more glad that she had accepted her slut instincts. She needed to give herself over to them as they had never once failed her. She was a little unsure how to comply with her teacher's order. Don't think it through Sarah, she chided herself. Act!
Sarah licked her lips and sucked as much of the slimy mucus into her mouth as she could. As she swallowed what had been directly on her mouth, she reached up and scraped the remainder away from her nose. She pushed the fingers of her right hand into her mouth and used her tongue and lips to remove the thick slime from her fingers. She almost gagged as the ropey mucus became entangled on her tongue. The degradation she felt as she ate the discharge from her own nose had almost overwhelmed her, causing her body to reject it. Once her face was clean Sarah looked back at the platform and noticed a small slick of mucus she had left behind.
Her body awash with pain, she moved quickly back to the platform, knelt carefully and lowered her body until her mouth was over the glistening fluid. She instinctively arched her back, pushing her ass out, exposing the badly marked flesh to her classmates. Her stomach muscles tensed, holding her body above the ground as her hands remained in the small of her back where they belonged.
In one quick motion the young girl slurped the last of her discharge from the white floor. She stood up and moved back to her seat, curtsying to her teacher once more. Sarah hesitated briefly before sitting down. A fresh wave of agony surged through her body as her abused ass made contact with the hard plastic of her stool. Sarah punished her pretty lower lip as she tried not to call out as she settled herself on the small seat. She spread her legs into the correct seated position and tried to get her emotions under control. Unlike yesterday the pain did not subside as she watched her remaining classmates receive their corrections. Her tongue swirled around her mouth, trying to remove the slimy taste that seemed to coat the entire surface. The thought of what she had done caused her to balk and she clenched her jaw to try and regain her composure. Think of something else, she told herself desperately.
It had to be the paddle thought Sarah. It had been nothing like the cane. She realised she did not even know what the paddle looked like. She took her eyes from Ozawa as the cane landed on the Asian girl's small white buttocks. She noticed the paddle leaning against the small table next to Miss Watson's chair. It was a two feet long piece of wood an inch thick. After a small handle, it quickly flared into a wide rectangle perforated by a multitude of small finger-sized holes.
Sarah could now imagine why the excruciating pain her final correction had brought her had eclipsed that of the cane. The paddle could easily have made contact with her entire ass, both buttocks would have received the full force of the swing. Knowing what caused the agony she was currently in did nothing to help her deal with it. She tried to focus on the corrections her classmates were receiving as a way to deal with the pain. Each stroke that landed on a schoolgirl's bared buttocks only accentuated the fact that her correction had been so much worse. No other girl had received more than three infractions. Until Mitchell.
"Mitchell, four infractions."
Sarah watched as her new friend, and the girl that captivated her so deeply, strode forward. She walked purposefully to the platform and took her position. Even through her pain, Sarah was proud of her friend as she received her strokes without moving and thanked Miss Watson for each one in a clear, strong voice.
"Thank you for my correction Ma'am. Thank you for making me a better slut," Mitchell said sincerely, before returning to her seat. She glanced at Sarah as she turned and gave her the briefest of smiles. It was barely a flicker of the mouth but Sarah could see it in the buxom teen's eyes. She wanted to smile back at her friend, to let her know she was happy that Mitchell was trying to please, but the pain was too great.
Sarah was a mere spectator as the final nine Trinity students received their correction. By the time Carew was returning to her seat, tears in her eyes from the three strokes she had received, Sarah thought the pain in her ass had receded a little. She could not be sure however, so if it had it was such a small amount. Sarah would take anything she could get. She hoped and prayed she would not have to go the entire day of school with the pain at this level.
"Six minutes over time. If you sluts will insist on earning so many infractions, you will be making up an awful lot of time after school. For now let us begin the first class of the day."
"Yesterday you all had the privilege of beginning your training as sluts. As you have all accepted your new status with a desire that does you credit it makes your training that much easier. Discipline will now be much more strict, standards of behaviour will be higher and no staff member will show any leniency with regards to corrections and punishment. When a slut truly desires to be trained, as you have all demonstrated this morning, it is a true disservice for her training to be anything less than the most rigid and exacting it can be."
Sarah tried hard to listen to her teacher’s lesson. The pain in her buttocks was a constant intrusion. The lesson was important Sarah knew, though it wasn't like any of her lessons weren't, but she needed to concentrate. She quickly accepted her pain, let it sink deep within her until she could not tell its beginning or its end. It was a constant companion and this allowed her to focus on the words of her teacher. It did not lessen the agony she felt in any way. On the contrary, it gave her teacher's word the gravitas they may otherwise not have had.
Could their training become any more strict? What did that mean for her? She had been trying her best but despite that she already had two detentions and was on her way to a third. Her delicate body was wracked by the pain of her corrections for her misdeeds. If her behaviour was to be scrutinised more harshly how could she survive?
"Mitchell, front," commanded Miss Watson.
Mitchell sprang from her seat and strode to the front of the class with confidence and purpose. She immediately stood at rigid attention facing the class. Sarah was amazed at the change in the busty schoolgirl. Yesterday she had been hesitant and anxious. Today her movements seemed infused with a sureness and a sensuality that confidence brought with it. Sarah was glad her friend had accepted her fate. She wasn't sure if Mitchell was like her, and fully accepted she was a slut but she had clearly decided that her life was no longer her own and obedience was the only proper course.
"Kneel."
Swiftly and smoothly Mitchell fell to her knees, spreading them wide. It was strange, Sarah thought, but by keeping her hands behind her back during the transition had leant Mitchell a grace that she found highly sexual. She gazed at Mitchell's chest, her large udders straining against the tight blouse. She was sure it was her imagination but she thought she could even make out the three faint stripes of the cane strokes across her chest.
"Today you will learn two more positions to add to your repertoire and then we will do some posture training. Olsen, hand out the student manuals to the class, then everyone turn to page 16."
As Olsen collected the schoolgirl's manuals and handed them out Sarah lost her focus for but a moment. She was staring at Mitchell and allowing herself to become lost in her pain. She had slept like a baby but the effects of the previous day on her body were still being felt. Sarah yawned, her mouth opening wide. It was done before she could catch herself.
"Really Porter," said Miss Watson. Her admonishing tone made Sarah snap her mouth shut and her cheeks colour with shame. Was she simply doomed to do the wrong thing every chance she got?
Miss Watson stalked to the back of the room. Sarah heard the door open and then close firmly and loudly, though without a slam, the sharp noise making the young girl cringe in her seat. Sarah hoped Miss Watson was not angry with her, but she knew she had to be disappointed. She had shown her teacher great disrespect and she was mortified by her lack of self-discipline.
"Open your mouth, slut," commanded Miss Watson, standing right behind Sarah.
The trembling schoolgirl obediently opened her mouth as wide as it could go, fearful of what was to come. As soon as it was open Miss Watson thrust a hard metal contraption inside her mouth. Sarah got the barest of glimpses as the gag was slipped inside her mouth. It looked like a set of steel shark jaws, but without the teeth. Two prongs of metal rested in the centre of her mouth above and below and just behind her teeth. As Miss Watson adjusted the gag, Sarah heard two clicks and her mouth was opened even wider, as pressure was applied via the metal prongs.
Her mouth was now stretched painfully open. Her lips began to sting and her jaw began to ache almost immediately. It was more uncomfortable than painful though she thought that anything would have a hard time feeling painful on top of the agony her abused ass was currently radiating through her body.
"Remove your skirt and blouse, we don't want them getting covered in drool. Place them neatly over the arm of my chair."
Sarah stood and removed her skirt and blouse and placed them over her teacher's chair. Again she was half naked and again it was no one's fault but her own. She felt a strange compulsion to cover her breasts, exposed as they were by the half-cup bra. Instead she meekly returned to her seat, already seeing the wisdom of her teacher's command.
Saliva was pooling inside her mouth and she was unable to swallow with her mouth stretched so widely. The only reason she was not already drooling all over herself was that she had managed to keep her head up and her posture correct.
"Turn to page 16. Murphy read to the demonstration slut while the class follows."
"Squat. The student lowers her body until ass rests upon the heels. The student's legs are to be separated to a 45 degree angle. The students arms are to be drawn back behind the torso, the elbows drawn back to create a straight line across the student's back. The hands of the student are to be brought to rest in the small of the back with the right palm cupped within the left. The head of the student is to be raised and the focus of the eyes is to be forward."
Sarah followed along as Murphy read the passage aloud. As soon as she tilted her head down to read the page, a long trail of drool cascaded out of her mouth and landed on the floor between her feet. She continued to dribble, leaving a slimy trail down her chin. She could see the wisdom of her teacher ordering her to undress. Her skirt and her blouse would have been soaked by now if she was still wearing them.
"Mitchell, squat."
The kneeling schoolgirl raised herself from her knees by shifting her weight back until her ass rested comfortably upon her heels. If she had not been wearing such high heels, the strain on her calves may have been greater. As it was her calves were already under strain, a strain that she was quickly becoming used to. She had again kept her hands behind her back, making sure that her transitions required the absolute minimum of movements.
"This position is one that allows good view and access to the cunt. Squat is often used prior to mounting when the slut is required to be on top. It is also a position that is commonly adopted by sluts for cock-sucking. Porter I hope you are taking notice as this position is more ideal for smaller sluts to be able to reach a pleasing height for cock-sucking."
Sarah looked up at Miss Watson. Drool ran out of her mouth in an almost constant stream. Now that she was again looking up the spittle ran down her chin and dripped onto her upthrust tits. She nodded to Miss Watson, letting her know that she was paying attention.
"Well Porter are you taking particular note of this position?"
"Yaar eeou," Sarah replied, the movement of her tongue pushing even more saliva out of her mouth to drip on her exposed bosom. Sarah's breasts glistened with the thick coating of saliva they had received. Under this sheen the soft mounds began to deepen in colour as the humiliation of her position became increasingly clear.
It was not necessarily the things that Sarah had been made to do that she found the most degrading. It was the things she was not allowed to do. Not being able to simply close her mouth made her feel more humiliated than anything she could remember. It was the loss of these simple freedoms of her own body that reinforced so cruelly that she no longer had any control over her actions or her future. She belonged to someone else now. Her life was now governed by the whim of others and if they decided she was not to close her mouth then she would not. She no longer had any input into what went in or came out of her body.
It was this harsh realisation that almost brought tears to the young girl’s eyes. This was what being a slut was and yet it was this part of who she was that she had not come to terms with. She was dismayed to realise the truth that what she had accepted was the sexuality of the slut. She had a long way to go before she would truly consider herself the slut that her superior's knew her to be.
"Mitchell, attention. Squat. Attention. Squat."
Mitchell bobbed up and down as Miss Watson put the busty teen through her paces. Sarah watched her friend switch positions without missing a beat. She really had found her rhythm and she was glad that she had been able to help her do it. She wasn't being proud but she doubted that Mitchell would be performing so well if she had not been a party to Sarah's confession of the night before.
"The second position for today is present. Page 17, Murphy again for the benefit of this slut. Mitchell remove your blouse and bra as you listen, place them on the empty arm of my chair. "
"Present. The student lowers her body until ass rests upon the heels. The student's legs are to be separated to a 45 degree angle. The students arms are to be brought tight into the body. The student's hands turn palm up and cup the corresponding tit of the student. Support is to be provided to the student's tits. The student is mindful to take the weight of the tit and provide support commensurate with that of a brassier. The head of the student is to be raised and the focus of the eyes is to be forward."
By the time Murphy had finished explaining the position Mitchell had removed her clothing as ordered and was back at attention on the platform. Sarah had read along with Murphy but she had also managed to catch a glimpse or two of Mitchell as she undressed. She could see that Mitchell had made a conscious effort to remove the items of clothes as sensually as she could. Sarah had definitely underestimated her friend. She was doing inordinately better than Sarah and the thought gave her pause.
"Mitchell, present."
In moments Mitchell was squatting on the platform, her legs spread widely, causing her skirt to sit tautly over her thighs, exposing her panty-clad pussy to the class. Her arms were tucked tightly into her body and each hand cupped a large breast, pushing them up slightly. Miss Watson stepped forward and poked Mitchell's right breast with the tip of her cane.
"Support those udders more. Better. This position is not ambiguous in any way. It is designed for the slut to present her tits. There is a companion position for a slut to present her cunt but we shall come to that tomorrow. This position is particularly effective when the slut has big tits like Mitchell here. Udders like hers are presented well. Taylor remove your blouse and present."
Sarah knew what was to come. She cringed inside knowing the humiliation that Taylor was about to undergo. Despite her own current demeaning position Sarah could still feel empathy with another girl about to be debased. The constant up and down movement as she read her manual and looked at Mitchell demonstrating had made a mess of her face, chest and seat. Her drool coated her chin in a slick layer of transparent slime. A thick string hung from her chin, about to break and drip down on her breasts as she watched Taylor move gingerly forward.
Saliva not only covered her breasts but a thin river ran down her belly and had begun to soak the top of her tiny white panties. Sarah could also see the large puddle that sat on the floor beneath her. She had been careful not to wet her manual but there was even a small amount on the edge of her clear desk which had happened while she watched Mitchell undress.
Taylor had now joined Mitchell on the platform and had attempted to adopt their newly learned position. Her breasts were very small. So small in fact that she had not been issued with a uniform bra. Sarah had thought that Taylor's breasts were cute but she understood that for a slut they were not as desirable as most other girls’. A fact that Miss Watson was highlighting for them now. Sarah felt deeply sorry for the pixie-like teen. Her face was a deep shade of red and she could see the bright sparkle of tears in her eyes.
"No two sluts are the same, this we know. What is important for a slut to learn is the strengths and weaknesses of her body. Taylor does not strike a pleasing pose in this position. If ordered she must of course present. However it is her duty as a slut to please her owner in other ways, ways which will draw the attention away from her shortcomings. Take your seat and dress, both of you."
"Some of you may think that being a slut simply means you fuck a lot of men and women. That is the most minor part of being a slut, though it is the part that society has latched on to. Society usually labels girls as sluts when they are really only promiscuous. The proper term for them would be slag.
“Promiscuity is not the domain of a slut. A slut is loyal and obedient. A slut performs in any way she is ordered. Of course you will all crave any kind of sexual activity with any partner deemed acceptable by your owner but this is not promiscuity. It is a very important difference. As we know, every female is, in essence, a slut. It is society that is to blame for this primal and instinctive behaviour being buried under mountains of social convention and taboo. Schools like Harkwood simply strive to uncage the beast that is present in every slut’s genes. Progress is being made and you should all be proud to be a part of a paradigm shift that will birth a new age of harmony."
Sarah listened to Miss Watson's speech. It was one of those speeches that made so much sense to her, even though there was a part of her mind that was trying desperately to disagree. The pain that radiated throughout her body and the ever-present humiliation of being unable to close her mouth and drooling all over herself seemed to be combining to drown out that already tiny voice of dissent.
She was born to be a slut. That was what Miss Watson was saying. It was a genetic thing. Sarah had heard the debates about nature versus nurture and had always felt it to be a combination of the two. Was this what was happening to her? Her gene's had already programmed her for this life but it would take her being trained at a school like Harkwood for her to reach this genetic potential.
"Porter," snapped Miss Watson, shocking Sarah from her daydream. "Will you yawn in my class again?"
"Oouo arrn," Sarah gargled, shaking her head at the same time, desperate to let Miss Watson know how she felt.
"Come here."
Sarah stood and approached her teacher with a mixture of anxiousness and eagerness. She stood before her teacher, at rigid attention, the continuous stream of drool connecting her chin to her chest in a long trail of clear slime.
Miss Watson reached out with both hands and released the pressure on the metal dental gag. Sarah winced as the metal contraption was removed from her mouth. The pain in her jaw as her mouth closed slightly was intense. The sides of her mouth stung where they had been pulled tight but Sarah kept her mouth open. She felt it was best as she had not been given permission to close it. She had to make sure she was more conscious that her every move required permission. Her body was not her own anymore, she had to make sure that truth was at the forefront of her considerations.
"If you yawn in my presence again Porter you will wear that gag for the rest of the day. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied, opening her mouth wide as soon as she had finished.
"Do you have anything to say Porter?"
"Yes Ma’am."
"Proceed," Miss Watson commanded imperiously.
"I am very sorry Ma'am. I was very disrespectful and that terrible behaviour should be punished."
"Of course you have earned an infraction Porter, do you think you deserve further correction?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah conceded, knowing that an infraction was the minimum she should expect.
"What would you suggest Porter?"
Sarah was totally unprepared for the question. Her brain would not function quickly enough. Her ass still radiated an intense pain, her correction that morning not something she would soon forget. Sarah couldn't suggest anymore caning, she didn't think she could deal with any further abuse of her tender buttocks. She realised within seconds that she simply did not have the imagination required to satisfy her teacher.
"I am a slut Ma'am," Sarah replied with trepidation. She hated to say it, as it felt like she had failed to do so, but it was her only recourse. She surprised herself with those feelings. She had been asked to think of her own punishment and when she could not she felt as if she had failed! Was this the work of her slut instincts?
"So the onus is on me Porter? Not only do you demonstrate disrespect but you wish to create work for me. That is the form in which your punishment will manifest. You will be my little slut helper for the rest of the lesson. First shut your mouth, you look like you are trying to catch flies. Second clean up your mess. Third, in the supply room you will find a small pile of rubber blocks. Fetch them."
"Class, being a slut is not just a state of mind or a physical manifestation of sexual desire. It encompasses those things but it is much more. It is a sacred duty. The duty of every woman to obey and serve.”
As Miss Watson continued to lecture the class Sarah went to her desk and began to clean the mess she had made. There was a large pool of saliva on the floor as well as traces on her desk and stool. She began with her desk, bending at the waist and sucking the small pool of drool with pursed lips. Her bruised ass was mere inches from Murphy, Sarah realised and hoped it would not distract her friend.
She tried to listen to Miss Watson teach the class more of the theory of being a slut. She needed to learn this, it made no difference what else she was doing. It was her fault she was not sitting at her desk, listening quietly like the rest of her classmates. Miss Watson spoke so eloquently and her lessons had always made so much sense to Sarah.
Once her desk was clean she licked the small trace of moisture from her stool and then knelt beneath her desk to finish the job. The pool of saliva was formed of thick ropy strands of translucent slime that had all melted together. It was different to the drool she had produced when sucking her dildo during yesterday's class. It was an odd thought, Sarah realised. Strange what popped into her head sometimes.
Sarah was trying her best to be pleasing, to in some way make up for her atrocious behaviour. She was trying to clean as speedily as she could, while listening to Miss Watson but also making sure that her body moved in a pleasing way and that she was displaying her body properly. She had knelt beneath her desk with her knees widely spread, her ass thrust into the air and her hands resting in the small of her back. Her hands seemed to spend more time behind her back than anywhere else she thought. It was becoming a natural disposition for her, which she was glad of. It was one less thing to think about. As her training progressed Sarah hoped that more and more things would happen by second nature. It would not only make her life easier but it would mean that she was making real progress.
Sarah sucked the pool of saliva as quickly as she could. She could see little pieces of dust and dirt sitting within the clear puddle of liquid but tried her best to ignore them. In only 30 seconds the young girl had cleaned the floor so only the barest sheen of moisture was left. She buried the shame she felt at her actions, buried it deep inside her, though the process was not entirely successful. Her face blazed a bright red, and it was not all from her bent position. Cleaning all the fluids her body could produce was going to be something she struggled with for some time. She could still taste the sticky mucus, though she tried to tell herself she was only being silly. Once the floor was cleanshe stood hurriedly and all but skipped to the back of the class to fetch the rubber boards Miss Watson wanted.
"A slut seeks pleasure. That is a universal truth. A slut seeks pleasure in everything she does. But a slut will never truly be fulfilled unless the pleasure she seeks is found through servitude and obedience. Achieving orgasm is a hollow pleasure if the slut does not have permission. Orgasms are not the right of a slut, they are a privilege gifted to them. Often a slut will find greater pleasure in the smile of her owner when she properly completes a task than she would in the most intense of orgasms. An orgasm is physical, the fulfilment a slut experiences from providing pleasure to a superior is something that is felt in her mind, body and soul."
Sarah hurried, not wanting to miss any of Miss Watson's lesson. She opened the door at the back of the class and stopped in her tracks. The room was only small but it was filled from floor to ceiling with hundreds of items. Many she had no idea of their use but the entire wall in front of her was filled with hooks, from which dangled whips, canes, paddles and a variety of wicked looking instruments that she sincerely hoped she would never discover the uses of.
Another wall was filled with ropes and restraints of countless varieties, the remaining wall covered by a glass-doored cabinet, filled with shelf upon shelf of dildos and what she guessed were plugs for the ass. The bottom few shelves were a series of small boxes, all labelled though she could not read any from the doorway.
On the plain wooden table in the middle of the room Sarah spotted the rubber blocks she had been tasked with retrieving. They were each an inch thick and the size of a large hardback book. There were two piles, each containing nine of the black blocks all stacked neatly. Sarah lifted one pile easily. Upon discovering how light they were she stacked these on top of the remaining pile and picked them up, balancing them carefully until she could steady the top of the pile with her chin.
The petite schoolgirl scurried back into the room with her burden and walked towards her teacher, who was still lecturing the class on what was expected of them in their new life. Miss Watson continued to speak to the class without acknowledging Sarah's presence. It was not until Miss Watson had made her point about a slut's first duty was to always be aware of the needs of her owner first, then any other superior in their presence, then of her surroundings, that she turned to the obediently waiting schoolgirl.
"Place the blocks on the platform Porter. Close the supply room door, your manners today are abysmal. I was most gratified during the course of classes yesterday to notice the firmness of your nipples. I am disappointed to see that your slut responses are not so keen today. While you are back there find the box on the right labelled small pegs and bring two back with you."
Sarah placed the rubber blocks on the platform and returned to the supply room. Her cheeks ablaze as she scurried to the back of the classroom. She felt thoroughly chastised by her teacher's stern admonishments and she could not disagree at all. Her manners and her behaviour so far on her second day of school had been extremely poor.
She definitely deserved the punishment she was to receive, she only hoped that she could perform well enough to please Miss Watson and show her that she could be a good girl. The anxious teen needed her teacher's acceptance and praise more than she had could have previously imagined. Even through the pain and humiliation that threatened to overwhelm her senses the fact that she had disappointed her teacher caused a deep emptiness in her belly. A sinking feeling as if she would never be happy again.
Sarah entered the supply room and immediately sought the box labelled small pegs. The room, filled as it was with implements and instruments to be used in her training, intimidated the diminutive schoolgirl. She squatted down before the right wall and began to scan the small labels. As she searched Sarah was aware of the new position she had adopted, a position she had learnt only moments before. It definitely felt different to any other. It was a position she would have to practice as she was a smaller girl and Miss Watson had said it was better for cock-sucking for the littler sluts. It was a position that provided the same feelings of exposure and vulnerability but it was also harder to maintain as it required the slut to be constantly balanced. Definitely one she would have to practice and practice and practice.
Sarah's gaze flickered across the boxes, desperate to find the label she had been ordered to find. She saw labels for wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, clover clamps, C clamps, forceps, cups and pegs before she spotted the box marked 'small pegs'. Sarah tried not to waste any time attempting to imagine what the other boxes contained, she simply reached out, pulled the small black box from the shelf and opened it.
Inside were hundreds of small black wooden pegs. They looked perfect to hang doll's clothes Sarah thought. She reached in and removed two of the small pegs, forcing herself to keep moving and not get lost in imagining what Miss Watson was going to do with them. Sarah quickly replaced the box and scurried from the supply room without a backwards glance, though making sure she closed the door behind her this time. She could not afford any more lapses in behaviour today.
The apprehensive teen stood before her teacher and waited to be acknowledged. She stood at attention, her left arm behind her back but her right arm held in front of her, palm up, displaying the two small pegs she had been ordered to retrieve. Miss Watson finished the point she was making about a slut's priorities with regards to her holes before she looked at the petite, half-naked schoolgirl.
"Well slut, let's get you dressed so we can continue with this lesson."
Miss Watson reached out and caressed the side of Sarah's face with a gentleness one would not expect from the Amazonian woman. Sarah could not help herself, she instinctively leaned her head into her teacher's hand, yearning for the comfort and intimacy such a caress promised. Miss Watson rubbed her thumb gently across Sarah's cheek before sliding her hand down her neck and onto her chest.
A flush of heat and colour rose from her chest, mottling the delicate skin of her neck a delicate shade of pink before coming to rest in her face. Sarah was defenceless against the attentions of her teacher. She could not control her reactions, reinforcing to her that her body was no longer her own. All she could control was her posture and position and she made sure her body did not move an inch. Sarah's tiny pink nipples hardened the instant her teacher's warm hand rested on her left breast. She saw the faintest of smiles cross Miss Watson's face. The young girl’s blush deepened but at the same time she was buoyed by the fact that her teacher was pleased with her.
"It seems that you required only a little motivation Porter. It is encouraging for your training to know that you required so little motivation but a slut can always do better. You can do better can you not Porter?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah replied with absolute sincerity. She knew she could.
"Right then," said Miss Watson as she took the two small pegs from Sarah's outstretched hand. Without any further preamble Miss Watson opened a peg in each hand and placed the opened teeth around each of Sarah's hard nipples.
Sarah squealed as the pegs closed over each sensitive pink nipple. The sound was not loud and was produced more from surprise than from any deep pain the pegs caused. Her ass still radiated pain throughout her body overshadowing this latest addition. Miss Watson had placed each peg so it ran parallel with Sarah's breast, creating a small vertical black line in the middle of each breast.
"Get dressed Porter," commanded Miss Watson. "Girls, a slut must be sure to conduct herself in a pleasing manner with every movement. Posture and grace are two extremely important attributes every slut must master to ensure that her movements are pleasing to the eye."
Sarah listened to her teacher as she replaced her skirt and blouse, luxuriating in the protection that her small uniform afforded her. The fact that she felt more comfortable, confident and protected when she was clothed was one of the things about her new life that confused her immensely. As a slut she should not be affected by her nudity, she knew this but still could not control her feelings of false modesty. As she buttoned her blouse, pressure was put on the pegs squeezing her nipples. The pain had been increasing moment by moment but now that her blouse was buttoned tightly across her chest the pain in her nipples spiked. Sarah fixed her tie and returned to her desk and stood obediently beside her seat, awaiting permission to sit. Standing at attention caused another spike in the level of pain caused by the tight wooden jaws of the pegs. Sarah nibbled her lower lip to stop herself making another untimely outburst.
"To begin each slut will collect a posture board. For the remainder of the lesson you will walk circuits around the classroom, training your bodies to the correct posture for a slut. The circuit you will walk is from the front of the platform, down the right wall, back wall and up the left. You will walk two feet from each wall, no contact is to be made with any wall surface.
"The posture board is to be placed on the top of each slut's head. Once a slut's board is placed on her head it is only to be touched as the slut retrieves it from the floor. Failure to follow these rules will result in an infraction. Each time a slut allows her board to fall she will move to the front of the room, step onto the platform and assume the correction position at which time Porter will use this switch and will provide the correction necessary.
"Porter your circuit will be back and forth along the front wall of the room. This will allow you to be available for each correction a slut requires. Porter you may remove your posture board when you are performing each correction. Porter will receive all her corrections at the end of the lesson.
"Collect your boards and take up your positions around the room," commanded Miss Watson as she reclined in her leather chair. As Sarah collected her board Miss Watson handed her the switch with which she was to correct her classmates.
With a board in one hand and the supple switch in the other, Sarah curtsied to her teacher and stepped to the front of the room, anxious about the part she was to play in the coming activity. She would make sure that her classmates received the appropriate correction, to do anything less would be doing them a disservice and would actually be harming their progress. Sarah recognised the need for correction but she knew it would not be easy to be the one to mete it out.
"Slut's, boards high," commanded Miss Watson.
All eighteen schoolgirls, arrayed around the room, reached up with both hands and balanced the thick rubber boards on their heads. Sarah was careful, adjusting the board with numerous small touches until she was confident it was balanced. She removed her hands, placing them slowly behind her back, and hoped for her board to stay put. Her body was rigid as a post: spine was straight, shoulders back and head held high. The petite teen was happy that her board had stayed up. Sarah rolled the switch between her fingers. It was very thin and flexible, not like a cane at all and Sarah knew that it would sting terribly.
"Begin."
Sarah stepped forward, her focus now totally on her posture and the board balanced on her head. She had only taken two steps when she heard a dull thud from her right. She dared to flick her eyes to the side and caught the movement of one of her classmates approaching the platform. She quickly reached up and removed her board to apply the correction.
As she stepped onto the platform Sarah recognised her first subject as Casta, the French teen who had seemed so much the slut even before their new life had begun. Her posture board rested on the platform and she was already standing in the correction position, her skirt flipped up onto her back. Sarah placed her own board next to Casta's and took up a position to one side of her classmate.
She knew that the sooner she performed the correction, the sooner she and Casta could return to their practice. With this in mind Sarah swung back the switch and brought it swiftly and forcefully down across Casta's exposed buttocks. She heard a tiny yip from the bent teen and instantly felt bad for being the cause of the pain. She consoled herself with the thought that she was not really the cause. Miss Watson had ordered her to do it and besides, Casta had earned it, as would each subsequent girl, by failing the task set them. Still the small nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach persisted as she saw the small red mark appear on Casta’s already striped buttocks.
"Porter make sure each slut receives some motivation with their correction. Training a slut is balance of disciplines," advised Miss Watson as she lounged in her chair.
"Try harder slut," Sarah said to Casta as she retrieved her posture board. She had tried to make her words sound as encouraging as she could, though she could not stop it sounding more like an admonishment.
Casta did not acknowledge Sarah's attempt at motivation though her back stiffened as she steadied the board on her head. She wasn't sure if it was simply part of her striving for correct posture or if she harboured some ill feeling for Sarah, who had only been doing as she had been told. Before she had a chance to grab her own posture board Sarah heard not one but two loud thumps from the classroom. Olsen and Hinka made their way forward. Sarah corrected and motivated each girl as quickly as she could. Not only was it important for these girls to get back to practicing but Sarah needed to as well. She had so far only been able to take two steps.
For the next 40 minutes Sarah was only able to take another four steps with her posture board. An almost constant stream of girls needed correction. Sarah was not even able to keep count of the corrections she dealt, though she knew that she had switched Mitchell twice and Murphy three times. Ozawa had gained an infraction for touching her board when she had tried to catch it before it hit the ground.
When Miss Watson had called an end to the exercise there was an almost tangible air of relief in the room. Each girl was instructed to return her board to the platform and sit at their desks. Sarah's board already rested on the platform, as it had done for the majority of the period. She felt as if the lesson had been a wasted one for her. She had not been given a real chance to participate but she had come to accept this as part of her punishment for her earlier horrid behaviour.
"I will take that switch Porter. I am sure you will be sorry to let it go. The vigour and enthusiasm with which you dealt each correction was, I think, was clear to everyone. Why was that Porter?"
"Ma'am, if a slut allowed her board to fall she was not working hard enough at the task set for her. This deserved a correction. It was my duty to see that each slut received the proper correction and motivation Ma'am."
"Good Porter. I was gratified to see that you ensured each correction was as harsh as it could be. I don't think I have seen the switch swung with as much panache by a student before. I am sure that your classmates are as happy with your performance as I am, however, the poor showing by these sluts meant that you barely took five steps during this class. After your detention you will report to me for 40 minutes of posture training, that is only fair, correct?"
"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am," Sarah replied. She was thankful that she would not miss out on the work the other girls had done this lesson but she was a little frightened as to what this would mean for her time after class. How long would her detention last? Would she even be able to be ready in time for dinner?
"Sit."
Sarah rushed to her seat and sat at attention. Pain blazed from her ass as she rested her weight on the hard plastic stool. There was nothing she could do about the pain from the paddle and cane. She knew that she would be dealing with it for days to come. The pain in her nipples however could be reduced and she hoped with all her heart that Miss Watson had not forgotten about the small wooden pegs that squeezed them so tightly. Sarah found it hard to believe that she could have. Not only could her hard nipples be seen through her blouse but the shape of the pegs was also clearly visible beneath the stiff white material.
During the lesson the pain from the pegs had plateaued. Every now and then as she swung the switch there would be a sharp spike of agony that shot into her breast as a peg was caught against her blouse and twisted. It had become a constant pain but, like that in her ass, it was something she had accepted. She had no control over it but it was never something she could become comfortable with.
"Mitchell what did you learn in class today?" Miss Watson asked unexpectedly.
"I learned how to walk with the right posture Ma'am."
"Olsen, what did you learn."
"I learned how the correct posture can help my body move in a pleasing manner Ma'am."
"You are both right in a way. Today it was your mind that was introduced to correct posture. As in many activities and indeed in much of a slut's life, your mind is unimportant. It is your body that must learn posture and grace. The only way for this to happen is via exposure and practice.
"Your body will learn to do things which will occur independently of your mind. This is very important for a slut. An example that you all will be able to understand," with this Miss Watson looked directly at Mitchell, "is how your body is adapting to your new footwear. You are not thinking about walking in your high heels. Your body is adapting and working without your mind. A slut's body will train itself if given the correct amount of practice and repetition of task. It is all part of a slut's instincts that you will develop. Porter, come."
Sarah stood up quickly and moved to stand in front of Miss Watson. During her speech she had left her chair and was now standing before the class. Her imposing figure intimidated the diminutive schoolgirl. It was not only her height or her sheer physical presence. Miss Watson, more than any other staff member at Harkwood made Sarah feel small, inadequate and stupid. She knew so much about being a slut, she knew so much about what Sarah was going to be that it made the impressionable young girl feel as if her every action was somehow lacking something special and indefinable.
"Face the class."
Sarah turned on her heel to face her classmates. She felt more than saw Miss Watson step beside her. She felt more than saw the fingers that Miss Watson held an inch in front of her mouth. A split second later, Sarah opened her mouth as she had been taught the day before.
"The slut hesitated in the performance of her duty. She knew what she should do but the untrained slut needed to engage her mind first. As her training progresses, her body will not require any mental input when something is placed before her mouth. The slut has good instincts but they need definition."
Sarah was not sure if she was in trouble or not. She had opened her mouth as quickly as she could but it had not been quick enough. Sarah had thought about it as Miss Watson spoke. She had definitely had to think about opening her mouth. She would be glad when her body became naturally obedient. Not only was it the right way for a slut to be but it would please her superiors. It would also help to prevent her incurring further punishments, though this was the lowest priority of the three.
Without a word Miss Watson began to unbutton Sarah's blouse. She undid the buttons from the bottom up but stopped at the final button at her collar. The teacher tucked her blouse into the crook of the young girl’s arms behind her back and exposed her breasts. It one quick motion Miss Watson removed both pegs from Sarah's painfully hard nipples.
It took a moment for the action to register to the pretty teen but the pain was soon blazing through her chest. Sarah's breath caught as sheer agony pulsed through her nipples. The pain of their removal far surpassed anything they had caused while they had been firmly clamped around the tender pink buds. Sarah gasped as she tried to deal with the pain. She noticed she had begun to hunch her shoulders in a vain attempt to protect her nipples and instantly straightened her shoulders.
"Dress yourself Porter. Then return all the equipment used to the supply room." As Sarah buttoned up her blouse, trying as best she could not to bump her abused nipples, Miss Watson clipped both small pegs to the lobe of her right ear. "For the remaining minutes of this class open your manuals and study all the positions we have learnt so far," ordered Miss Watson as she returned to the comfort of her studded leather chair.
Sarah finished buttoning her blouse, wincing as the tight material closed over her aching nipples. The sharp slashing pain had faded, replaced with a deep ache that was ten times worse than they had felt last night after almost a full day of being hard. Sarah collected all eighteen posture boards and tried to hold them away from her body as she headed towards the back of the room but it was just too precarious. The tender teen leaned the thick rubber boards against her chest causing her to bite her lip against the fresh pain in her nipples. She hurried back to the supply room, eager to return the equipment and have the weight off her nipples.
When she reached the supply room door Sarah realised she had created a dilemma for herself. There was no way she could support all eighteen boards with one hand and no way she could open the door with her hands full. Was she allowed to put the boards down? Sarah knew she had no time to discover an answer. She was missing valuable study time and she knew Miss Watson would have much to say about a slut wasting time.
Sarah took a deep breath and made a decision. She shuffled her right arm slowly under the bottom board, pressing upwards to squash the tower of boards under her chin, ignoring the pain that flared in her tender nipples as the boards crushed her breasts. Sarah gently slid her left hand out from under the boards and made a grab for the handle. The frantic teen turned and flung the door open, the moment she had a grip of the smooth metal knob. Her left hand darted back under the boards just as they had begun to slip from her grasp. She dashed into the supply room and set them down on the table. A giant wave of relief washing over her as she separated the boards into two neat, even piles of nine. She headed for the door before remembering the pegs on her ear. How could she have forgotten those? They were not that painful but they were definitely uncomfortable.
Sarah squatted down before the boxes and found the one marked 'small pegs'. She opened the box and only then removed the two pegs from her ear and placed them inside. Sarah then moved as fast as she could, straightening up gracefully and then all but running back to her desk. She soon stood beside her seat awaiting permission to sit. It was something she had been unsure of the first time it had happened but she know knew that for a slut to be properly obedient she required specific permission for most anything. The class had been given permission to sit but she knew that permission had not been for her. If a slut was unable to obey at the time an order was given she would require specific permission when she was able. A slut's mind was good for something after all Sarah thought.
"Sit Porter."
Sarah sank gratefully onto her stool. The pressure of her body weight caused fresh surges of agony to erupt in the abused globes of her bottom but it was not enough to make Sarah wish she was still standing. She had lost so much time this lesson and she would lose even more time after classes ended. She was eager to study her manual, even if that meant more pain. She was well aware of the priorities she needed to have.
Just as Sarah opened her manual the bell sounded throughout the classroom. Tears of frustration appeared in Sarah's eyes. The poor teen gritted her teeth and bit back the small salty droplets that began to blur her vision. Nothing that had happened that lesson was not her own fault. Crying now would help no one.
"Dismissed," bellowed Miss Watson.
As Olsen thanked her teacher, Miss Watson addressed Sarah, ignoring the other students in the class, "Porter kneel." Sarah rose from her stool and knelt before Miss Watson. She sat to one side so her teacher could see her classmates curtsey as they thanked her for the lesson.
"What are we to do with you Porter? Out of all these sluts you show perhaps the most promise but you have also shown the greatest potential for trouble-making. You do appreciate our efforts don't you Porter? You appreciate what we are trying to do for you?”
"Yes, Ma'am," Sarah replied with absolute sincerity. She had to make sure Miss Watson knew she appreciated everything. She didn't know exactly why she caused so much trouble. She tried her best but so far her best had not been good enough.
"You pleased me with the power you applied to each correction. I was even more pleased with your reasoning. You did not enjoy causing pain to your classmates did you Porter?"
"No, Ma'am," Sarah replied. She heard Winkle thank Miss Watson for the lesson and hoped she and the remaining girls had heard this.
"Yes I could see that. You put all your strength into each stroke because you knew each slut deserved it?"
"Yes Ma'am," Sarah said with a smile. Miss Watson did understand!
"Hurry along now Porter." Sarah rose and curtsied to her seated teacher.
"Thank you for the lesson Ma'am. I appreciate all the work you do and all the knowledge you have that will make me a better slut."
"Porter were you given permission to prattle on?"
"No Ma'am, sorry Ma'am," Sarah replied dejectedly.
"Correction position."
Sarah immediately stepped up onto the platform, bent over and grabbed her ankles. Even when she was trying to be good she was being bad. Sarah felt the lowest she had been since learning of her new status. Pain burst in the tender flesh of her thighs. It felt as if a knife has been slashed across the back of her legs. A soft yelp left her lips as the first stroke was followed by a second. This was the pain she had caused her classmates during the last lesson. She knew they had deserved it and it would have been wrong for her to do anything less but it did not make her feel better knowing the as she did now, the exact level of pain she had caused.
"Now you know what to look forward to during your make-up class this afternoon. Next time you are required to speak make sure you are concise. The only dribble that should come from a slut's mouth is that produced when she is sucking a cock. Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Dismissed."
Sarah hurried from the room without looking back. She flicked a glance at the clock as she left. It was 10:59. She hoped that the class had not as yet been let in by Miss Rice. She did not want to anger another teacher. The young girl’s spirits rose when she entered the corridor to find her classmates still lined up. She scurried between the silent teens and took her place in the gap that had been left for her. She had no sooner placed her arms behind her back when Miss Rice called for the class to enter.
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