TEASERS WITH WHIPS!

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TEASERS WITH WHIPS!
TJ Ryder
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Spring had finally arrived at Jefferson Jr College. Johnny, a
junior, was happy to
see the girls in their lightweight outfits. some adolescent bosoms
straining within
sheer sweaters, smooth bare arms in sleeveless jumpers. AS his eyes
wandered restlessly
around English class he was inevitably drawn to give a look at Pamela,
the most
beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She wore a daring outfit, showing a
little cleavage,
and a short skirt. By the way her big firm breasts jiggled, she
couldn't be wearing a
bra, a topic that kept all the boys in the class engrossed for months.
He looked at
her with intense longing as she gossipped with a girlfriend sitting
beside her.
The teacher was out of the room for the moment and everyone was
chattering busily
but he only had eyes for Pamela. Then, for some strange reason, she
turned and caught
him staring as she always did, before he could look away. With a
triumphant smug
smile, she turned and giggled to her friend.
"Does she always have to catch me"? he wondered to himself. She was
known as a
stuck-up arrogant bitch to everyone and dated very little. And when she
did, the
boys who went out with her seemed to change. They appeared meeker, more
humble
somehow. The word was she was a serious cockteaser and ball buster.
Still, he
sighed, was she ever stacked!
The classroom door opened and the only person entered who could
disrupt his rapt
attention of Pamela, Ms Brown, his English teacher.
Ms Brown frowned when she entered with a folder, having heard all the
noise from
the corridor. Even frowning, her face looked lovely, more so. She was
in her late
thirties, blond and built as the boys said. Her skirt was frequently a
little too
high for school officials, but she didn't seem to care. Word is she had
influence
with the Superintendent. While she wore a bra for her ample breasts, it
only

enhanced the large globes in her sheer sweater. Everyone fell silent at
once,
because not only was she a teacher but the school disciplinarian. Only
she in the
whole school was legally allowed to perform corporal discipline on the
students.
Johnny felt dizzy at times when he allowed himself to dwell on her
duties. Under
the law in this province, official disciplinarians have more ability to
correct
behavior depending on the past history of the offender. After three
offenses,
she had sole discretion of the use and amount of punishment.
Unfortunately, Johnny
had gone through a difficult period when his parents divorced, and
before
transferrring to this school had accumulated three offenses. That
particular
school had no disciplinarian so he was sent here. The infamous word of
mouth
grapevine was accurate in that the corporal punishment did allow for
'total body
castigation' on the fourth offense. To the boys that mean't the one
dreaded
thing, cock whipping. And Ms Brown strongly believed in it according to
gossip.
Everyone knew someone who had been cock whipped, but so far nobody
actually
admitted it. Johnny did know of one boy on the football team who had
accumulated
several offenses, and used to be known as a rebel. Now he was often
seen helping
Ms Brown carry her supplies into class from her car. He also became
more popular
among girls everyone thought bitchy and arrogant.
When the class ended Johnny was about to go when Ms Brown signalled
she wanted
to speak with him.
"Please remain behind, John," she said with a smile.
talk
with you."

"I'd like to

His heart beat furiously. The only thing he had possibly done was to
let
his eyes stray on his neighbor's test paper the other day, and that was
because
it was Pamela, who had reached up with an hand to touch her hair, thus
exposing her
incredible cleavage, but Ms Brown wasn't even in the room, so she
couldn't know.
All the students left except for him and the teacher. She got up
from her desk

and closed the door, his eyes following the swelling breasts as she
moved. Then
she walked over to him and sat down on the top of the chair across from
him,
and even in this situation he could barely force himself from looking
down into
her full cleavage as she leaned towards him.
"Your'e wondering why I kept you here," she said.
I've
heard some very disturbing news."

"Well I'm afraid

"oops," he gulped, "what is it Ms Brown?"

"It concerns cheating on a test the other day. A very reliable
source has
informed me she saw you looking at her paper. This is very serious,
John especially," she added significantly "with your previous record."
'Oh no!' he realized she knew about his previous offenses at the other
school
now, and almost anything could get him into the punishment room at this
point.
He tried to be casual even though his heart was hammering.
"Yes Ms Brown,"

as he couldn't think of anything to say.

"This student who told me, you have a right to know, is Pamela. I
trust her
and for the last few months she has been apprentice disciplinarian to
me. So you
can see why I value her judgment but I want to hear your side of it
also. What
do you have to say for yourself?"
He had no idea Pamela was her assistant, and that horrified and
somehow
titillated him as well. Turned in by that bitch tease! He had to try
to get
some credibility then.
"um, well,I did accidentally maybe look at a paper but I didn't see
anything,
honest," he blurted out.
Ms Brown paused, her lips pursed, "I see, and there's something
else. Pamela
says youv'e displayed a rude obnoxious way of staring at her and some
other girls,
making her uncomfortable. Is this true also?" Her breasts seemed to
expand outward
as she asked the question. Johnny forced himself to look down.
"I'm, um, I'm not sure, Ms Brown. I do I suppose look at her
sometimes. Maybe
I do stare but I really didn't think it bothered her that much."

"Well, I think you should meet me in my office at 8th period today.

I want
to get this settled." She smiled and got up and added, "Pamela will be
there too."
Johnny could hardly think of anything except for the upcoming
appointment for
the rest of the day. Time seemed to fly by as he envisioned Pamela and
Ms Brown
in the room. Finally, the last bell tolled, and he wondered as he
walked across the
quadrangle if he should just head for the bus stop and not go. But he
knew he had to
because it would result in an arrest warrant due to the femina society
rules for
sex harassment in this province. He had no future except as a fugitive
if he took
off, and besides, there was a strange fascination over what went on
there, and
finally, he could feel his hardon in his pants, that Pamela would be
there.
He went to her office on the 3rd floor of the West Wing, purposely
isolated from
the main student areas. Everyone knew that there was a windowless room
besides
her office and everyone also said they could hear screaming sometimes
even through
the concrete block walls. He doubted that anyone ever heard that
because there
was a 'No Loitering' sign posted at both ends of the hallway. A sign on
a door
neatly displayed 'MS BROWN-DISCIPLINARIAN' He was about to knock but
paused, hearing
voices within. Wondering if Pamela was in there he listened intently.
Faint giggling
could be heard, along with what sounded like kissing, he thought. He
found the
idea enormously erotic. Finally he knocked on the door. Silence for a
few moments,
someone's murmured voices and an authoritative, "Come IN!" that made him
swallow.
He entered hesitantly.
skirt
and Pamela was sitting on a
showing a
lot of cleavage anyway. She
Brown
motioned him to sit down in
buttocks so
she sat on the edge of it.
handed it
to him.

Ms Brown stood up by her desk, smoothing her

divan, touching a button on her blouse, but
seemed to have a smug smile on her face. Ms
front of the desk and shifted her shapely
She picked up a clipboard, removed a pen and

"I'd like you to sign this paper," she said as he took it, "it just
restates

what we said in class. Iv'e already spoken with your mother and she
agrees with
me it's a very serious matter and has consented to my handling it with
my own
judgment."
He tried to focus on reading the statement, grateful not to look
into Pamela's
triumphant expression. He admitted to many things, he thought, but it
was
essentially true. In fine print at the bottom it said he agreed to take
any
punishment Ms Brown decided on. Looking at both beautiful women, Pamela
arrogantly
smiling at him, he felt impelled to sign, which he did. Ms Brown beamed
her
approval as she took the clipboard back.
"That's very good," she smiled, "its so tedious when boys deny it
and only
prolongs the inevitable. I think admitting one's guilt is the first step
to
making progress. Now we only have to decide what's to be done with you.
I haven't personally disciplined you before and I'll take that into
consideration.
Essentialls the fact is this. You qualify for a full body castigation
because this
is your fourth offense. Do you understand that?" she asked.
"Yes, Ms Brown."
"And do you know what that means?" she asked with a smile.
"Well, not exactly," he admitted.
"Then," she said, "I believe you should.
apprentice answer
it for you. Would you like to, Pamela?"

I think I'll let my

"I'd be happy to, Ms Brown," she said sweetly, and quoted almost
verbatim
from memory, "full body castigation means a whipping or other methods of
painful
admonishment over your whole body." Pausing, she smiled, "which
includes the
genitals, which is what all the boys gossip about. But they don't know
what that
means really. It means the penis is made fully erect before it is
thoroughly
scourged with a small whip or thongs, and the testicles are also
punished, with
special instruments. Is that correct, Ms Brown?"
"That was perfect, dear," she said, laughing. "But the main thing for
you to
understand, John, is that fourth offense punishment is totally
discretionary.

That means it continues until Iv'e decided youv'e learned your lesson."
Pausing, studying his reaction, she continued, "or I should say we
decide,
because Pamela is not only my assistant but a factor in your case. I
think it
would be nice for both of you to share the experience, once we decide
what it
is to be."
Pamela rose from her devan, and moved in front of John to rest her
lush buttocks
on the desk so she could face him. She crossed her shapely legs, her
short skirt
hiking up to the top of her thighs. John thought her panties were
barely visible.
Smiling at him, "I hope you don't mind my taking part in this John,
because I had
to report your behavior. It's my duty." John shook his head.
She leaned forward, as John felt his erection swell in his pants as
she listened
to him saying he had no objection to her being there. She crossed her
hands in
her lap, her partially unbuttoned blouse exposing twin firm lush
breasts, now
pressed together by her arms. She continued, "you were making me so
uncomfortable
with your staring, all day long. You know that's a form of sexual
harassment."
He dumbly nodded, and she sighed as her billowing cleavage rose and
fell with
her breathing.
Ms Brown rested her hand on Pamela's bare thigh, lightly patting her.
"I have
an idea for the both of you. Why don't I leave his punishment to you
dear? After
all you were in a sense a witness and a victim. You decide whether he
gets an
average correction or a full body castigation and what else," pausing
with a smile,
as she looked at John, "unless you have an objection you'd like to make,
John,
for the record?"
John, reeling from the statement, understood correctly that the term
'for the record' meant his objection wasn't going to do him any good
anyway,
probably hurt his record in the long run, and by objecting he'd probably
irritate
them both. "Um, no, I don't mind." he said.
Pamela smiled, smug now in her absolute power, parted her ripe
thighs

slightly, exposing her panty covered crotch to John, who could see up
her short
skirt form his vantage point. "I'm not really sure," she said softly,
her small
tongue moistening her ripe lips. Her braless breasts jiggled as she
squeezed her
arms together, her nipples visibly turgid, poking out the sheer material
like
marbles. "I don't want to seem mean, but I suppose I really must be
firm."
Ms Brown asked if she had reached a decision then.
Pamela nodded,
looking
directly at John. "Yes," she said with a sigh, "my decision is the
total body
castigation. I'm really sorry John, but I do think you must be punished
very
severely for what youv'e done." Ms Brown thanked her and squeezed her
thigh,
saying she agreed, giving her a quick kiss on her downy cheek.
Ms Brown picked up her clipboard and checked the punishment column,
and asked
Pamela another question, "do you have any further stipulations on his
punishment, dear?"
Pamela nodded, half smiling, as her tongue licked her upper lip.
"Oh yes, I want to do his genitals myself!" John's mouth opened in
shock
as Ms Brown laughed softly.
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