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Kelly’s tutor cupped her breasts as she recited the physics theory that corresponded to the equation she had just effortlessly completed. She had become so used to being groped and used that his hands weren’t at all distracting; her nipples hardened in his fingers as his hands kneaded her small breasts, and she just kept explaining the theory.
She was sitting in a chair at the kitchen table, naked save for her purple flowered panties- as required when in her Owners’ home. Heather and Josh were at their various extracurriculars, and not due home for a couple of hours. Kelly took advantage of the allotted downtime by spending time with a tutor.
Kelly was really grateful for the tutor; Heather and Josh’s father (whom Kelly was instructed to call Daddy) was paying for his time, and he was one of the best in the city. Daddy said that he didn’t want all of Kelly’s…extracurriculars…to impact her studies. She didn’t need help understanding most concepts in any subject area, but she occasionally missed class due to her obligations and the tutor ensured that she didn’t fall behind. Kelly was an excellent student, and Daddy wanted to keep it that way.
Amid the constant groping, spanking, and forced sex, Daddy actually took good care of Kelly- he always said that he wanted what was best for her. Sometimes, Kelly even believed him- but every now and then she was reminded that Heather and Josh learned their cruelty from their father.
Heather and Josh still had unfettered access to Kelly, and their bargain was still intact. They continued to sell her panties and videos of her humiliation in exchange for an eventual share of the profits.
They used Kelly all over school, and her videos and panties were purchased by both students and teachers. While there were still some teachers who weren’t in the know, most people turned a blind eye (or watched), including the principal.
Kelly learned that this was all thanks to Daddy; each time an incident was raised he paid (or threatened) the staff to ensure that his children were allowed to do whatever they wished. Daddy had saved Kelly from expulsion more times than she could count; each time she was caught in a compromising position by a naive teacher and brought to the principal’s office, Daddy came to the office to get her and smooth things over.
Kelly didn’t know what they told the teachers, but her school file outlined a gifted student with well-rounded extracurriculars and no behavioural issues.
As with all things, Daddy’s help came at a cost. He paid for the best tutors, ensured that her school record was clear, and even gave her a small allowance to help her parents out (she told them that she got a part-time job to explain the money and the increased time away from home)- but in return, Kelly belonged to him even more than she belonged to his children.
Daddy could be gentle and kind, especially after his children had humiliated and hurt her- but he could also be intense and extreme in his need. Kelly was getting used to recognizing his moods, but she was still learning.
The tutor asked her a follow up question when she was done reviewing the theory. She began answering as he spread her legs on the chair, moved her panties to the side, and started rubbing her clit. Her pussy was soaked, because it always was. She could feel his hard cock at her back as he reached around her. She focused on keeping her voice even as she answered, absorbing the sensation on her clit but not letting it break her focus.
“Very good, Kelly,” her tutor praised, “now keep rubbing your clit while I review your math homework.
Kelly obeyed without thinking, reaching into her panties and pulling them to the side- she knew that he would want to see her pussy fully, not just through her soaked panties. Her fingers reached her clit as he put his in her mouth to be cleaned. Kelly obediently sucked her juices off of his fingers and then watched with trepidation as he began to review the math problems she had rushed to complete. Mr. P. had taken her into the supply closet to suck his cock while the other students got time to work on the problems. Luckily his orgasm came quickly (all over Kelly’s hair- she could still feel her teacher’s dried cum in her ponytail) and she got the last 10 minutes of the work period to rush through the assignment.
She focused on her clit instead of the anxiety, and found herself getting lost in the building tension in her core. “May I please cum, Sir?” Kelly asked. She knew that she wasn’t permitted to cum without permission, and in the absence of Daddy, Heather, or Josh she was to ask the person using her.
“That remains to be seen, Kelly. Only good girls who get all of their homework correct get to cum,” her tutor responded.
“Yes Sir,” Kelly replied automatically. She lightened her touch on her clit to relieve the urgency of her orgasm and closed her eyes to focus on not cumming. She squirmed in her chair, closing her legs slightly to push her orgasm away.
The smack of a ruler on her thighs opened her legs wide.
“Keep those legs open, Kelly, you know better,” her tutor chided. He slapped each thigh three times with his ruler to make his point, and Kelly opened her legs as wide as she could to show that she understood. She could already feel the welts forming as her soft skin burned.
“Yes, Sir, sorry Sir,” Kelly said quietly. She knew that if she stopped rubbing she would be punished, but she was also getting closer and closer to losing control of her orgasm. She could hear and smell her wetness under her fingers. She willed her tutor to hurry up on his review, and willed herself to have completed each question correctly.
“I am impressed with the way you approached question three,” her tutor mused, “you spotted the trick right away. Very bright girl indeed,” he said with a smile as he watched Kelly rub her clit.
“Thank you Sir. I almost missed it, but caught the clue when I read through it again,” she said proudly. Although she was mostly naked, rubbing her clit, and soaking her panties, she reveled in the intellectual stimulation that she got from her tutor.
“This assignment is near perfect, Kelly, but speaking of missing things…you missed a negative on question five. Your answer is otherwise correct- but unfortunately, it seems that on your fourth line you forgot to carry a negative forward. You know that you should be checking your work,” he chided as he slowly sat her assignment down.
“I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t have time to check my work,” Kelly replied. She could feel her face heating and her body tensing at her mistake. Mistakes were punished.
“Well, there won’t be an orgasm for you,” he lamented, “you can stop rubbing your clit and get into position, please.”
Kelly sighed and removed her fingers from her throbbing clit. She considered arguing her case, but ultimately it was her mistake. She knew that her tutor was just trying to make her better, and she was grateful for his time and effort. Kelly stood from her chair, bending at the waist and laying across the table. She spread her legs and awaited her punishment.
“Only one error, so ten spanks,” her tutor told her as he rolled up his shirt sleeves. She felt his hands pull her panties to her ankles, and then gently rub her ass. “You will count them, to show me you actually do understand how math works,” he joked.
“Yes, Sir,” Kelly replied obediently. She took a deep breath and tried to relax her body to absorb the first blow. Ten spankings would hurt, but she had experienced far worse. Ultimately, this was just about correction- next time Kelly was rushed, she would remember this pain and humiliation and would be more likely to take the time to review.
“One,” she said as the first blow landed. The pain set her nerves on alert, and she took a deep breath before the next one.
She was over halfway through when Daddy entered the room. She couldn’t see his face from her position laying on the table- only his torso and groin. She felt her body tense at his energy; she could feel frustration radiating from him as clearly as she could feel the sting of her tutor’s hand.
“What did she do?” Daddy asked the tutor.
“She missed a negative sign on her math assignment and didn’t catch it- carried it through and arrived at the wrong answer,” the tutor replied as he landed the sixth blow. “All of her assignments were otherwise perfect, so she’s taking ten.”
“Seven,” Kelly counted obediently. She projected her voice to show Daddy that she was being a good girl. Her ass was really starting to sting, but she kept her feet planted and didn’t fidget- Daddy hated it when she fidgeted.
“Are you done with her now?” Daddy asked. Kelly could see his cock getting hard through his pants as she took her punishment.
“Yes- she sucked my cock before we started,” her tutor replied. “I came in her hair, and wasn’t the first one to do so today.”
“Eight,” Kelly said as her cheeks blushed as red as her welted ass.
Daddy’s cock went into Kelly’s mouth after that, so when she counted nine and ten it was garbled. Daddy was much bigger than her tutor or Josh, and Kelly struggled to open wide enough to take him. Sometimes he let her struggle, but today he was much less patient- as soon as her tutor landed his tenth spank, Daddy grabbed Kelly by the hair and forced her to her knees. His cock was in her throat before she realized what happened.
Daddy grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed her head down onto his cock. “How many people came in your hair today, whore?” he asked as he pulled her hair back and forth to set a merciless pace.
“Three,” Kelly said between thrusts. She gagged on Daddy’s cock with every thrust, but his pace didn’t slow. At least her quest for air pulled her focus from her burning ass.
“Your tutor is one,” Daddy mused, “who are the others?”
“Math…teacher….and….Josh…” Kelly said as clearly as she could through spit and cock.
“Such a good whore,” Daddy praised. Kelly tried to ignore the warmth that his praise created between her legs.
He pulled her off of his cock and bent her back over the table. He roughly groped the welts on her ass, sending lightning through Kelly’s skin. Her scream turned into a moan as Daddy’s cock entered her.
If she thought he was rough on her throat, he was absolutely destroying her pussy. Her panties remained at her ankles, preventing her from finding balance. Daddy thrust into her so hard that it felt like he was going to break the table. He said nothing- all Kelly could hear were her own moans as Daddy took whatever he needed.
When he finally filled her with cum, she could feel the throb of his cock throughout her entire body. He let out a primal moan, staying inside her until the very last drop entered her. When he finally pulled out, Kelly felt empty.
She remained still, partially in an effort not to draw attention to herself, and partly because she couldn’t quite feel her body. She felt Daddy’s hand between her legs, then his fingers inside her. He scooped out all of his cum and transferred it to her hair, adding wetness to the crusts.
“How many people’s cum in your hair now, Kelly?” Daddy asked as she sucked his fingers clean.
“Four,” Kelly replied quietly.
“You should put those math skills to use and avoid a punishment next time,” he teased.
—
The next day Kelly arrived at school wearing the same purple flower panties. By fifth period, she was wearing only the purple panties. After gym class, Heather and her gang had ambushed Kelly in the change room as she was getting undressed. Kelly always waited until the room was empty, and then locked the doors- Heather must have talked one of the teachers into giving her a key.
Kelly sighed at the intrusion, but had long ago resigned herself to her fate. “What do you want, Heather?” Kelly asked flatly. She was standing in front of the group of four girls with a blouse and panties on.
“We’ll be quick,” Heather said, rubbing Kelly’s pussy through her dirty panties as one of the other girls removed her blouse. Kelly found herself feeling grateful that they had stopped ripping the buttons each time.
“Not here,” Heather said to the group. Kelly went with them willingly (or at least without a fight), but they walked close to her just in case. Heather’s hand remained gripping Kelly’s pussy, while the other two girls gripped one of her breasts. The fourth girl, naturally, was filming.
They arrived at the gym teacher’s office. Kelly swallowed hard- Ms. Sato seemed to loathe Kelly, and was always giving her detention or making her run extra laps. Kelly didn’t know if Ms. Sato was aware of her predicament- she had never made the snide comments that some other teachers did- but at any rate, she certainly didn’t need to give the woman another excuse to punish her.
“Can we go somewhere else?” Kelly asked quietly, pausing at the door.
“Are you in charge, whore?” Heather asked in reply.
“No, Mistress,” Kelly sighed as she was led into the empty office.
“Sit her in the chair, behind the desk- legs open,” Heather instructed. Kelly was positioned in her teacher’s chair, breasts and panties on display as the girls held her legs open. There was already a wet spot forming in Kelly’s purple panties as her body betrayed her yet again.
“Looks like that pussy is hungry,” Heather smirked, “let’s feed her.”
One of the girls pulled Kelly’s panties to the side as Heather grabbed some items from the teacher’s desk. Kelly’s pussy was stuffed with pens, pencils, and markers- sometimes one at a time, sometimes multiple at once. Binder clips were attached to her nipples, making her moan in pain. Kelly’s pussy took a stapler next, then the computer mouse. Finally, Heather pulled a silver vibrator out of her pocket- Kelly recognized it as the one they had used on her friend Sarah a few weeks ago.
“It would be a real shame if you made a mess of a teacher’s office, Kelly,” Heather taunted as she placed the vibrator in Kelly’s exposed and soaking pussy.
She trailed the vibrator up onto Kelly’s clit, making her entire body tense as she fought her orgasm. She put it back into her pussy, each thrust building an intense orgasm. The clamps on her nipples offered a contrasting sensation that only served to get her closer to the edge. Kelly always came hardest when being filmed- she hated that about herself.
Heather knew all of Kelly’s buttons, and built her orgasm methodically. She got between Kelly’s legs, alternating her mouth and fingers on her clit as the silver vibrator thrust inside her. Kelly could feel her orgasm, and knew that it would be intense. She tried to push it away, which only added to the intensity.
“May I please cum, Mistress?” Kelly remembered to ask.
“Yes, my little whore. Cum- squirt all over your teacher’s desk,” she replied.
Kelly obeyed. She always did.
Her orgasm ripped through her, eliciting a scream at the same time her pussy gushed, Her squirt soaked the papers on the teacher’s desk, and Heather kept stimulating her to get multiple gushes. Kelly was completely helpless, a slave to the sensation as Heather’s friends held her legs open for their leader to coax every shiver and drop of squirt from Kelly’s pussy.
As always, Heather and her friends were gone as quickly as they appeared, leaving Kelly in her mess. Kelly gingerly got up out of her teacher’s chair, surveying the mess that she had made. The papers were soaked, as was the floor under her. Kelly replaced all of the office supplies that had been in her pussy to their rightful place, hoping that her teacher didn’t notice the creamy juices on them. Just before she fled the office, she thought to overturn an empty water glass in hopes of disguising her mess as an accident.
She made it back to the changeroom without being seen. Her heart rate was almost back to normal until she tried the door and found it to be locked. She cursed Heather under her breath, her mind quickly evaluating options.
Her strategizing was interrupted by Ms. Sato’s cold voice.
“Kelly, what are you doing? Why the hell are you naked in the hallway?”
“I…I’m sorry. I got locked out,” Kelly stammered. Her teacher’s tall, muscular frame eclipsed Kelly; she could feel both heat and outrage radiating from her.
“A likely story. Don’t think I don’t hear things about you, Kelly. I don’t know what’s been going on, but I know that you are bad news- being caught naked all around the school, sucking boys off at lunch. I have even heard a rumour you are selling your panties! You are a smart girl, but your behaviour is totally disrespectful to the learning environment for other students. We teachers work hard to help everyone learn, and your slutty actions make a mockery of it. I have tried in my way to teach you some discipline, but I think a whore like you is beyond the help of some extra laps and detention. Go to my office, now- I am getting the principal,” she said as she stormed off.
Kelly felt like she could puke. She slowly walked back to her teacher’s office, the smell of her sex getting more obvious with each step down the hall. She found an old jersey in the office, and put it over her head- not that the principal hadn’t seen her naked on more than one occasion with Daddy.
She looked at her mess across Ms. Sato’s desk, and did her best to school her features to get rid of any evidence of guilt as she heard the principal’s heels clipping down the hall.
“I found her naked in the hallway, and I know it isn’t the first time, Christine. Something has to be done. It is unbelievable that she hasn’t been expelled,” the gym teacher said as they entered the office.
Her rant was interrupted when she saw the state of her desk.
“Are you responsible for this?” she yelled as she picked up the sopping papers.
“Now, Ms. Sato, it looks like a glass of water was spilled,” the principal said gently.
It might have worked, had her teacher not smelled her hands.
“This isn’t water, Christine. Smell it,” Ms. Sato retorted, shoving the papers at the principal.
The principal smelled the papers, then sat them down on the desk. She slowly dragged her finger through the moisture on the desk, then brought it to her lips.
“Kelly, is this…yours?” the principal asked calmly.
Kelly considered lying, but a) the principal knew the taste of her pussy, and b) Daddy always punished her more severely for lying.
“Yes, ma’am,” Kelly replied quietly.
“You need to expel her! She masturbated in my chair, and covered my desk in her cum. She’s an animal, not a student. Such a desperate pussy, she can’t even wait until she gets home to rub her needy clit. This is a school for learning, not for whores!” her teacher shouted.
“You’re right, Ms. Sato,” the principal said thoughtfully. “This is a school for learning. I think that we have a responsibility to our students to teach them, no matter how difficult their behaviour. Don’t you?” she asked.
Kelly watched Ms. Sato struggle for words. “Y..yes, you know I do. I just…some students are beyond help,” she stammered. She sat down in her chair and crossed her arms, demonstrating disengagement from the conversation.
“You may be correct, but I also know that you are one of the better minds at this school for instilling discipline and dedication in our students. You have coached and shaped so many of our athletes from unfocused teenagers to elite performers. I would like to discuss some options for Kelly with you, based on your expertise,” the principal replied.
Ms. Sato straightened her posture as she considered her supervisor’s words. She clearly enjoyed the praise, and her expression became thoughtful. “I suppose a more strategic approach could help,” she mused. “I will put together some thoughts and we can discuss them this afternoon.”
“Thank you. In the meantime, I will take Kelly to my office so that we can avoid any further…incidents.” The principal led Kelly from the office; she looked back to see Ms. Sato chewing on the end of a pen that had been in Kelly’s pussy moments ago.
—
Daddy came to pick Kelly up an hour or so later, after Kelly had serviced the principal under her desk during a meeting. Daddy spoke to the principal alone for a few moments while Kelly collected her belongings from the (now miraculously unlocked) changeroom, then led Kelly to the car.
As the car started driving the 30 minutes to Kelly’s parent’s place, Daddy pulled his cock out. Kelly climbed onto his lap and slid it inside her, as she always did during car rides with Daddy. She sat facing him as he raised her teacher’s jersey to cup her small breasts..
“You will need to return the jersey you borrowed to the gym teacher,” Daddy instructed as he teased Kelly’s nipples to life with his tongue. “The principal has de-escalated the teacher, but you will face some punishment from her at some point. You can handle it, right baby? You will do whatever she says?” he asked gently.
“Yes Daddy,” Kelly said. She had an inexplicable urge to make him proud, so much so that she often forgot that he was the ultimate source of her strife.
“Good girl. I assume Heather is involved in today’s incident?” he asked as he gently moved Kelly’s hips. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, and after her ordeal of a day it was oddly comforting.
“Yes Daddy. Her and her friends made me cum all over the teacher’s desk, and then locked me out of the change room naked. The teacher found me, and then got really upset at the mess in her office,” Kelly explained.
“Did Heather film it?” Daddy asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” Kelly answered.
“Good. That’s one I really want to watch- I love it when your needy little pussy squirts,” he said. He started to move his hips in time with Kelly’s, driving deeper into her with each thrust.
Kelly sighed, resigning herself to the moment, and to her life. She let Daddy use her for the rest of the car ride, then ate dinner with her naive parents with his cum running down her leg.
—
Kelly considered skipping gym class the next day (or forever), but she knew that Heather would tell Daddy and he would punish her. Kelly’s mom washed the borrowed jersey, and Kelly left it nicely folded on Ms. Sato’s (cleaned) desk. She changed into her gym clothes- black shorts, grey tshirt, and pink sports bra to match the pink bows on her panties. She had surrendered the purple pair to Josh that morning after he used her and filled them with cum so that they could be sold with the video.
She joined the class in the gym and started warming up, vowing to keep herself small and out of her teacher’s way. She realized that her efforts would be futile when she saw Ms. Sato enter the gym holding the jersey that Kelly had borrowed. Upon further inspection, it wasn’t quite the same jersey- it had been altered.
“Gather round, class,” Ms. Sato’s voice boomed. She had a presence that instantly made the group pay attention and obey. “It takes a great deal of discipline to be an athlete in any sport,” she began. “A good coach helps to instill this discipline by monitoring and correcting mistakes, and praising athletes when goals are met. I am going to demonstrate this premise using someone in this class as an example. Kelly, please come to the front.”
Kelly’s heart sank. She stood on rubber legs, willing them to carry her to the front before her brain caught up to what was happening. She got to the front, turning to see her classmates’ eager whispers and smirks.
“Kelly is a very undisciplined student,” Ms. Sato explained. “Sure, she may have the highest GPA in her grade, but I think we all know that her…behaviour…leaves much to be desired. She lacks discipline, and I am going to change that. When I am finished with her, you will each write a paper on the importance of discipline in sport. Now, Kelly, please take off your clothes and put on this jersey.”
Kelly could feel panic in her core at Ms. Sato’s instruction. She had been naked in front of these students before, during a health class that she’d rather forget- plus, most had purchased or seen her videos. She swallowed hard, remembering Daddy’s instruction to do whatever the teacher said. She took a deep breath, and brought her shirt over her head.
She stripped the rest of her clothes off, neatly folding them on the floor while she tried to drown out the snickering from her classmates. Kelly took the jersey that Ms. Sato offered her.
“I trust that you’re familiar with the colours,” Ms. Sato said quietly, so only Kelly could hear. “I made some alterations to the jersey you stole. You will wear this as your gym clothes for the remainder of the term so that everyone can see that you’re a whore.”
Kelly felt her face turn red as she put the jersey on. Ms. Sato had cut the jersey so that her breasts remained fully exposed, and so that the length didn’t cover her ass or pussy. Though Kelly was wearing a jersey, she was still essentially naked.
Kelly tried to ignore her classmates’ cheers and whistles. She reminded herself that everyone had seen her naked before, so this wasn’t really a big deal. Her most private places weren’t all that private, and if this was her punishment for squirting on her teacher’s desk, so be it. She had endured worse from Daddy, and from Heather and Josh for that matter.
“Discipline is most effective when the subject is vulnerable and exposed- this is where the best learning takes place,” Ms. Sato explained. “We want our athletes to be blank slates, separated from their own ego. They need to be humbled, and ready for correction.”
As she spoke, she led Kelly to the fitness area. She lifted Kelly’s small frame up to the bar, and told Kelly to hold on. While Kelly held her weight, Ms. Sato attached cuffs to each wrist, and secured them to the bar with a carabiner. Now, if Kelly let go, she would still be hanging from the bar by her wrists- just more painfully.
She was glad that she was light- her hands would likely ache from the grip before her arms would tire. She hoped that all of the work she had done stroking various cocks had somehow trained her grip strength.
“Discipline should be memorable, so that the athlete is reluctant to repeat the behaviour that earned the discipline. It is up to a coach to choose discipline that can appropriately correct the behaviour. The athlete needs to accept that the coach knows best, and cannot reject or fight the prescribed course of action. Is that clear, Kelly?”
“Yes, Ms. Sato. I accept that your expertise will help me to be better, and that you will decide on the most appropriate course of action for my circumstances,” Kelly replied. She was on her best behaviour, grateful to her Owners for teaching her such obedience.
“Good girl,” Ms. Sato purred. “It is also important for the athlete to understand which of their behaviours need correction. With Kelly, that list is long. For today, we will focus on impulse control. Kelly has a hard time controlling her impulses, don’t you Kelly?” she cooed, gently teasing Kelly’s nipple.
“Yes ma’am. I have trouble with self-restraint,” Kelly agreed.
“Self-restraint is a very important skill. It is my job as a teacher- and as a coach- to ensure that you develop that skill. You need to understand that you cannot give in to every impulse you feel- your actions have consequences, and you need to be respectful.”
“Yes, Ms. Sato. I am sorry for my lapses in judgement. I am grateful for your coaching and discipline,” Kelly replied. She could feel her hands cramping, and breathed through her body’s discomfort.
“What, specifically, did you do to require this particular discipline, Kelly?” Ms. Sato asked.
“I…I…I masturbated in your office, ma’am. I am sorry, I know that it was wrong. I will never do it again. I will learn to control my urges,” Kelly said quietly.
“Good girl, thank you for your honesty, Kelly. Though it is important to be fully honest and transparent. You didn’t just masturbate in my office, did you? No, you defaced my property, and made a mess of my desk with your needy pussy,” Ms. Sato said as she took some photos out of a folder and passed them around the class. While her classmates’ excitement began to build, Ms. Sato whispered to Kelly, “Heather was kind enough to alert me to some evidence in your locker- it was unwise to keep the photos and the vibrator in your bag.”
Kelly felt hot anger, though she knew that there was nothing she could do with it. Obviously Heather had put those items in her locker and told Ms. Sato to check. Kelly knew that it didn’t matter. She could see the photos circulating among her classmates. There were a few of her with various office supplies in her pussy, and then a couple of action shots of her squirting all over the desk. Each photo was edited to make it look like she was alone in the office. Of course.
“Now, how do we teach such a depraved whore some discipline?” Ms. Sato mused. “I think that we need to teach her to associate shame with her actions instead of pleasure. When she gets the urge to deface someone’s property like this, she needs to learn to feel negative feelings instead of excitement. Do you agree, class?”
“Yes, Ms. Sato,” they all replied in unison. Kelly could hear Heather’s voice above them all.
“Good. Kelly, the next time you want to rub your little pussy in private, making a mess of someone else’s space, you will remember this- having your needy clit rubbed in front of all your classmates, putting your inner slut on display for everyone. You will feel ashamed of being such a whore, and you will resist the urge. Do you understand?” Ms. Sato asked.
Kelly looked at her classmates, her eyes locking on Heather’s smug face. Kelly wanted to explain that she already felt shame every time her body was used by others. She wanted to beg her teacher to help her get out of her Owners’ grasp, so that she could regain some dignity. She wanted to say that these urges weren’t hers at all.
She also wanted to say that deep down she knew that they were right- she is a whore. She was naked and exposed in front of her classmates, and her pussy was dripping with arousal. She asked to cum on her teacher’s desk. She took Daddy’s cock after eating the principal’s pussy yesterday, and enjoyed both. As much as she was forced into this life, and as much as she wanted to go back to normal, she knew that she never could- she wasn’t normal, not anymore.
“Yes, Ms. Sato, I understand. It is shameful to have such a needy pussy, and it is humiliating to be exposed to everyone as a whore. I will remember this feeling when I get future urges,” Kelly said.
“Good girl. You are going to show everyone what you did on my desk, and you are going to tell them what a whore you are,” Ms. Sato said. “You will not let go of the bar- you asked for this, and you will show everyone how well used that clit of yours is. If you let go of the bar, your pleasure will become pain.”
She took Heather’s silver vibrator out of her pocket and began to rub it on Kelly’s slit. “You are already soaked, Kelly. Needy little slut,” she whispered.
Kelly tried to focus on the ache in her arms instead of the ache between her legs. She strengthened her grip, willing her body to hold out through her humiliation.
“Heather, please come and hold her legs open,” Ms. Sato ordered. Heather stood behind Kelly, hooking her hands under her knees to expose her pussy and clit to the class.
“You know how this ends, everyone- feel free to move closer to the front if you want some experiential learning,” Heather called.
The entire class moved closer while Ms. Sato started teasing Kelly’s clit with the vibrator. “Look at how hard your needy little clit is. Why are you so wet?” her teacher asked.
“Because I am a whore,” Kelly replied back through a moan. Her body shivered as the vibrator entered her pussy. She moaned as Ms. Sato invited her classmates to take turns licking her clit.
“She’s getting close,” Heather warned. She was so familiar with Kelly’s tells that she called it before Kelly realized it herself.
“That’s it, you’re going to cum. Show the class what a whore you are. Humiliate yourself in front of everyone,” Ms. Sato instructed.
“May…may I please cum?” Kelly asked. In spite of her humiliation, her training always kicked in.
“What do you think, class? Are we ready to grant the whore permission to cum? Are we ready to see her slutty pussy squirt?” Ms. Sato asked, rubbing Kelly’s clit furiously as she fucked her pussy with the silver vibrator.
“Yes, cum for us slut!”
“I want to taste her squirt!”
“Such a needy whore, cum!”
“You heard them,” Ms. Sato said, “cum for the class, Kelly.”
Kelly’s pussy exploded. Heather held her legs open as her body convulsed. Ms. Sato didn’t relent; she rubbed Kelly’s clit and vibed her pussy through squirt after squirt of cum. The classmates in the front were drenched, everyone licking their lips and rubbing it into their hair. Kelly felt completely untethered as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her.
When she was done, she was amazed to see that her hands still held onto the bar. Heather held her weight up while Ms. Sato put her soaked fingers into Kelly’s mouth. Kelly was floating, no longer really aware of her classmates or her teacher. All she could feel was her pulsing clit, and the exhaustion of the ordeal washing over her.
Ms. Sato released her cuffs as Heather helped her to the ground. Kelly curled up into herself, shivering through her adjusted jersey. The class bell rang, and everyone left the gym. She dozed off, then was awoken by Josh as he scooped her up off the floor.
“I heard you had quite a gym class,” he said slyly as he carried her to the change room. He helped her out of the jersey, placing it in her locker. Kelly tried not to think about the fact that she would be forced to wear it to class tomorrow.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” she said quietly as Josh dressed her in her school uniform.
“Yes you can, and you will. Just think- the school year is almost over. You’ll get your cut of the profits, and then you can go off to college and never see any of these losers again. You’ve come this far, Kelly, now isn’t the time to give up.”
He kissed her on the forehead, taking her hand as he walked her to the train. It was family dinner night at her Owners’ house, and they couldn’t be late.
