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He stood there in his riding jodpurs: his legs spread wide, in an "A" shape, tapping his riding crop on the side of his right boot. His cold level stare brooked no objection. "You will now learn, the consequence of disobedience," his voice was even and dispassionate.
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He moved slowly over to the first girl kneeling in the line. "The rest of you will count as I administer your sister's punishment. Ready, begin."
Kneeling at his feet and seeing the cold look on his face as well as his displeasure I willing but repentant of my actions wait for the first blow of the riding crop to come.
With the crop he lifted the hem of her pleated skirt. "Up, up," he demanded, "You know better than that." She slowly raised and placed the skirt over her back, revealing her pantied bottom.
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He ran his hand over the white, cotton, panties that clung to her bubble shaped butt. She was proud of her butt as she spent many hours on the treadmill to earn it. As she closed her eyes in anticipation of the first stroke, he said, "pull them down and stuff them in your mouth."
The crop smacked his gloved hand loudly while she complied. Scrambling to move faster she tried to hold back the tears of humiliation and fear that threatened to overwhelm her. She quickly stuffed the panties as far in her mouth as she could and returned to her position.
Her two sisters trembled in both fear and anticipation, realizing that this treatment would be doled out to each of them. They watched her seductively bent and doubled up like a baby in her crib. CRACK!
Her head snapped back. The stinging sensation left her shivering from head to toe. After a moment, humiliation washed over her like warm piss.
"One!" she heard her sisters call out. They were hoping to please him. Not to make it easier for her, but to make it easier on themselves when it was their turn.
Beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead, not for exertion but from the excitement of seeing her skin redden and quiver. Her shifting and writhing fanned his desire. The sister's counted his rhythmic strokes which he applied in a fucking tempo.
She recalled the last time she received a thrashing. Her teacher had called on her for a recitation and she was unprepared as usual. The whole class witnessed her pissing on herself out of shame.
He held back a stroke to break the expected rythm and watched in satisfaction as she flinched anyway. Her sisters tried to keep up as the next three strokes fell in quick succession. She cried out but managed to keep her ass in place for him.
The rapid rhythm of his strokes was interrupted by a banging on the door. The sisters looked at each other and then at him. They didn't know what to do.
Mrs. Beckham, the principal of Durham college for girls burst in the room. She seldom missed the opportunity to see Mr. Withers work his magic on the backside of some disobedient girls. When she saw the three sisters lined up so seductively, she smiled lewdly and drew near the action.
"Mr. Withers," said Mrs. Beckham, "I see you have taken one of the offenders to task."
He was slightly annoyed at her intrusion, but threw her a quick smile and put down the crop.
"Bitch," breathed one of the sisters.
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She approached the girls and ran an exploratory hand over each deliciously pantied bottom. "I see no reason for you to stop your ministrations, Mr. Withers. I'll just observe for now...continue..continue," she panted.
As Mr. Withers' evil smile widened, he reached between the girl's legs to check for wetness and was delighted to find his suspicions confirmed.
"Oho...what have we here?" he scolded mockingly, "A slut?"
Her eyes dripped with tears from the added humiliation of discovery.
Mrs. Beckham whose hand had slipped down her own pants as she prepared to enjoy the spectacle, stood and walked over to investigate. "Oh yes, wet and willing Mr. Withers. Give it to her, give it to her now." Her eyes dialated with excitement.
Out of respect for his boss, Mr. Withers stepped away from the slut and considered Mrs. Beckham.
"Perhaps you would like to do the honors?" he offered.
The room became so silent, one could hear a pin drop.
Mrs. Beckham smiled, a wickedly lewd grin, and reached for the yardsitck on the blackboard ledge. "I don't see why it has to be either or Mr Withers. The wanton slut is begging for it; why not both indulge her and then her wayward sisters?"
Oh not both at once, the slut thought. The tears were streaming down her face now. Almost as fast as the juices that were sliding down her legs.
"She has a most inviting ass", Mrs. Beckham mused, "such a slut!" she exclaimed as she raised the yardstick and slammed it down on the slut's exposed bum. Mrs. Beckham loved the thwack of the yarstick on the deserving bottom, but even better was the yelping of the little slut.
Then immediately following that Mr. Withers struck the slut's ass yet again.
Thwack!
Whack!
Thwack!
Whack!
Mr. Withers paused, taking a moment to consider the lovely red color of the slut's ass. Smiling to himself, he turned to the sisters kneeling not far away, and, pointing at the one on the left, he snarled, "Get the rope in the corner. NOW!"
The sister scampered to her feet, ran to fetch the rope, and handed it to him, then returned to her kneeling position.
She quickly returned with the short length of rope. Much to his pleasure, she failed to keep those blue eyes on the floor. In an instant she knew she had made a mistake that was going to cost her dearly.
He drew the sobbing shell of her sister off the floor, as he told her, "You have the audacity to look me in the eyes?" With quick and practiced motion, Withers had the focus of his prior ministrations' wrists bound behind her back.
"Mrs. Beckham, Place this one in the corner, while I deal with the other ones lack of respect"
Mr. Withers led the disrespectful little bitch to a very special bench. Grabbing the girl, he lifted her onto the sinister bench and in a matter of moments the naughty sister was strapped down, her ass displayed like a juicey pair of fruits. Indeed, the juice flowing between her nubile buttocks did not eascape Mr. Withers attention.
Meanwhile Mrs Beckham silenced the sobbing of the bound and bum-sore girl by shoving her fingers into the girl's pouty little mouth, ordering her to suck or have her derriere severely punished.
The girl chose wisely...
Charlotte knew that Mr. Withers would notice that she was excited, despite her best efforts against it, and, even worse, she knew that the punishment would take even longer because of it. As she was dragged to the bench, she caught a glimps of her sisters Anne, who was tending to Mrs. Beckham, and Emily, who was still kneeling on the floor. Charlotte knew it would be hardest on Emily, the youngest and least-experienced of the three.
Emily wanted to see what was going on around her, but dared not move. She knew that her time would come, and come soon.
Mr Withers, eager to begin the final youths subjucation, went to his desk. He opened the bottom drawer and withdrew two Blackboard Compasses, and several rubber bands. He paused a moment to regard the actions unfolding in the corner as Mrs Beckham finished toying with Anne's ass, and focused her attention of her true target, between the girls thighs. From his vantage point, the older woman seemed to be near salavating, as she began digging fingers into the young girl's sex.
Upon returning to Charlotte, he spoke softly.."I would suggest you not cry out, or I will hand you over to her." With that her took first her right breast and then the left, using the wooden oversized compasses as oversized clamps on each tit. He took extra care to draw them tighter with the rubber bands.
Once finished, he turned to the final girl still kneeling in the middle of the floor. "Come over here, Now"
Emily had known nothing of sex, but she was learning alot now, as Charlotte and Anne were on the receiving end of Mr. Withers and Mrs. Beckham's domination.
Mr. Withers called her over to him, unlike Anne, she still had her panties on. "Point your ass at Charlotte's face, raise it high, lower your head"...Emily reluctantly did this.
She felt the firm hand of Mr. Withers on her innocent bottom, who groped her rudely, before raising the ruler high above her soft bum cheeks.
Cahrlotte saw this right before her eyes. She would see every strike on the poor girls derriere, as the compasses weighed on own precious tits.
Mrs. Beckham enjoyed the soft, wet juiceyness of Anne's pussy, she removed her fingers and licked her fingers, enjoying the girl-juice. Mrs. Beckham felt it was only fair that Anne taste her own drink, so she shoved her fingers into the girl's mouth, making her suck like a true slut. Mrs. Beckham deployed her other hand to continue the violation of Anne's youthful cunt. Mrs. Beckham thought of her two teenage sons and what a great fucktoy Anne would be for them.