Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2010 15:05:51 EDT From: Richard Shetron <multics@wizvax.wizvax.net> Subject: The Class The Class From: _multics@wizvax.wizvax.net_ (mailto:multics@wizvax.wizvax.net) (Richard Shetron) ============================================== Part 1 ====== Each class takes a few hours of work and negotiating to arrange the scene as different students show up to different classes. All the arrangements and scheduling had been made and it was time to email the official announcement to the class participants. From: The Professor To: Alice, Mary, Susan, Vicki All students are expected to arrive by 8:55 (arrival as early as 8:50 is allowed). Five minutes should allow enough time to handle any last minute details. Class will begin at 9AM sharp. Your name will be on your desk. Class will last 3 hours with a 10 minute break each hour. The penalty for arriving after 8:55 or before 8:50 is the sum of the minutes early or late (1+2+3...). Dress Code: =========== White Blouse White cotton bra Dark blue skirt White cotton panties High heel shoes (Black, 2" minimum) Plain black stockings and garter belt A white slip is optional Any clothing in violation of the dress code will be confiscated and the punishment will be based on number of violations. Breasts will be punished for improper clothing above the waist and bottoms for articles below the waist. Safewords: ========== green please - increase severity of current activity. yellow please - approaching limit, continue scene, but either ease off or change punishment. red please, safeword, aardvark - there is a problem that must be dealt with out of scene. Scene stops immediately. Scene may continue once problem is corrected. Every student will bring their own toy bag with any special/personal toys. I did a final inspection of the class room an hour before class. I had found some of those nice old hard wood seat school desk/chairs with the desk arm at a rummage sale. Everything was set, I pulled out the notes I'd made on the students and reviewed them to make sure everything was ready. I also placed a copy on their disk with the students name on one side and the notes on the other. Students ======== Alice is about 25, short, slightly dumpy, cute brunette with long hair and medium sized breasts: bottom - no preset limit for spanking, strapping, caning. Heet, etc; thighs - mild treatment (occasional severe ok). Crotch - Thighs are to be kept clamped together during punishments, if thighs are opened, then crotch is a target; Breasts, only if `invited' and then lightly; additional items; any wiggling, masturbation, rubbing thighs together, rubbing bottom/thighs with hands to relieve pain are to be punished. Mary is tall, long legged with brown hair, great looks and a mischievous smile that can melt your soul. Mary is beauty contest material; Bottom-Thighs - light/medium spanking, very light caning/strapping. Thighs must be kept clamped tight during punishments, if not, crotch must be punished and mild irritants may be used. Breasts - very light punishments only; enemas - up to 4 quarts; insertions - butt plugs in rear only, irritants/figging allowed; orgasms are a punishable offense even if ordered to masturbate. Susan is a tall nice looking redheaded pain slut with freckles. Her breasts are firm and somewhere between C and D cup. Susan has some minor scars on her body from heavy play. She has attended before and has some signals for extra heavy play. Susan likes heavy play and to include fireplay/stunts in her scenes; Very heavy masochist, desires severe punishments (spanking, whipping, caning, strapping, dildoes, butt plugs, irritants, clips, clamps, thumbtacks, pins, needles, etc allowed). Lasting marks allowed from mid thigh to collar bone. No lasting injuries and intentional scarring, no other limits. Insertions - any thing that safely fits and severe irritants desired. Susan has special cigarettes, cigars, and other items that will come into play when she lights them. Any item lit by Susan may be deposited in panties or bra without extinguishing the item. She will ask to fetch a ` fire extinguisher' if necessary. Susan has special clothing for fire play. Clothing is color coded to indicate allowed activities from `invisible' safety articles to let it burn articles. Susan often brings panty shields and/or tampons specially prepared to cause some type of pain or discomfort. I have an open invitation to prepare surprises for her without advance warning. Vicki has average looks, short legs with a nicely padded spankable bottom and small firm breasts that don't bounce. This was Vickie's first class; Medium spanking/caning only to bottom, thighs, and hands. Breasts may be clipped/clamped or spanked mildly; insertions - none. More into form then pain so all punishments should be mild. Just punish when she misbehaves. Everyone's notes are on their desk so we can confirm the arrangements, all I need to do is review my class notes, after all, we were going to have a real class and I had to make sure I was up to snuff on the subject;) Alice was the first to arrive at 8:40. "Good morning Professor." "You're early, bare your bottom and bend over the desk, you know the penalty for being early", I replied firmly. "Ohh, pooh. Its only 10 minutes", she stated placing her hands on her waist. "You've got 30 seconds to comply or the penalty is doubled", was my response. We then had a staring contest for about 10 seconds. Then in a flurry of motion, Alice dropped her pants and panties, bent over my desk and announced, "Please punish me for being early, Sir!". "Thank you for the invitation", I replied and picked up a medium paddle and applied the first swat for the first minute she was early. We did some idle chatting about things with an interruption each minute as I applied the next set of swats, 2 the second minute, 3 for the third minute, until we reached ten for the tenth minute. Alice's bottom had taken a nice shade of red by then and she was showing signs of discomfort. OOHH'S! and OUCH'S became more common in the last couple minutes. At 8:50, after 10 swats for the tenth minute, Alice started to stand up. "Going somewhere?" I asked, "The early bird special ends at 8:55." "But we're allowed to arrive as early as 8:50!", Alice whined. "You're allowed a five minute window free, but students are supposed to arrive at 8:55 on the dot, the punishment for early arrival ends at 8:55. Back in position, unless you'd like the rest doubled." Alice thought about it for a second, then bent back over the desk for the rest of the early bird special. I knew she'd arrived 10 minutes early expecting to get 55 swats, but my interpretation got her an extra 65 for a total of 120 swats. I certainly enjoyed giving them to her. There were some brief interruptions as the other students arrived and were amused by Alice's extended early bird special. I gave Alice the last 15 swats and said, "Everyone to your desks and check your notes. You've got 5 minutes to think about what you're here for and to make any changes. Dress code inspection will start at 9." Susan had dropped a note on my desk, which I read while the class checked their notes. Susan was looking for a more strenuous session then normal and no safeword. "It's 9, If there's nothing to discuss, we will start with the Dress Code Inspection", I paused for a few seconds waiting for anyone to speak up, " Ok, inspection time!". Always a fun and interesting activity with this class. I was suspicious of Susan though as she appeared to be properly dressed according to the code, which was somewhat unusual for her. "Alice, front and center for inspection!". Alice stepped up to the front of my desk, placed her toy bag on the desk and stood at attention. She was wearing a sweater, jeans, and sneakers. I took a quick look in Alice's toy bag and found nothing unusual. She had several paddles, a medium strap, a heavy strap, and a nice cane. She also had a small bottle of Heet. "I see we had trouble dressing today, remove the sweater, jeans, and sneakers and place them on my desk". Alice removed the requested articles revealing a pink bra, black panties, black stockings and garter belt. "You might as well remove the bra and panties while you're stripping, they're in violation as well." I sighed. I tried to sigh with exasperation, but it came out with a little bit too much anticipation as I added up the punishments. "Blouse and Bra, two violations above the waist for 30 swats, 15 per breast. Skirt, panties, and shoes, 3 violations below the waist for 60 swats.", I announced. Alice knew violating the dress code above the waist would result in the breast punishment so this was an `invitation'. She could have avoided this by wearing a proper bra and blouse, but Alice was an exhibitionist and always got naked as fast as the scene allowed. "Breasts first, hands behind your back, chest out, remember to count." I picked up a very light smacker, in deference to her dislike of breast smacking, and applied the strokes slowly and lightly, 15 per breast. Alice just screwed up her face and counted after each stroke. I motioned to the desk, "Bend over for your 100 strokes for the rest of the dress code violations". While Alice bent over the desk, I selected a heavy wood paddle, "remember to count", I reminded her. This was the part Alice wanted, a good hard spanking, though I suspect she was a little more warmed up then she'd planned at this time. Just as I was preparing for the first swat, I heard the snick of a lighter, turned around and spotted Susan lighting a cigarette. "Susan, What are you doing?" "Just grabbing a quick smoke while you warm up Alice", she giggled. "This is a no smoking class, you will dispose of that cigarette immediately!", I ordered. "I'll deal with your smoking later." "Oh poo, It's only a cigarette", Susan replied, taking another puff. "Dispose of that cigarette, NOW!, or there will be additional punishment later." I said tapping the paddle against my leg for emphasis. I was curious to see what Susan would do. Her blouse had pockets over her breasts marked with the allow to burn code, though the rest of the blouse was marked nonflammable. Susan dropped the cigarette into her bra. I heard an occasional moan and noticed Susan wiggling her breasts occasionally while I continued Alice's spanking. I turned back to Alice and commenced her spanking. By the tenth stroke, her bottom took on a nice red glow (particularly on top of the early bird special). She was starting to wiggle and the swats started to produce some OUCH, OHHHH, YEOWCH, followed by the count. Alice never lost count though the target seemed to have a life of its own at times. She also never promised to obey the dress code ;) We'd reached 50 when I again heard the snick of a lighter. I looked over at Susan and now she had 2 cigarettes in her mouth! I stepped toward her, "I thought you were told NO SMOKING!", and then added, "isn't one at a time enough?". I grabbed the cigarettes from her mouth and looked at them. "What do you think I should do with these?" I asked looking as stern as I could manage, trying not to show any amusement. "Please don't put them in my pockets (as she wiggled her breasts at me) and tie my hands behind the chair", she pleaded (with a calculated pout). I know a hint when I hear one, so I put one in each blouse pocket. I knew there was some method in her `madness', but I was willing to wait and see. I was almost finished with Alice's spanking when I heard a squeak of FIRE from Vickie. I turned around and saw both of the pockets on Susan's blouse burning (not surprising) and Susan looking unconcerned. Vickie was standing and pointing shouting "FIRE". "VICKIE! SIT DOWN AND BE QUIET!". "BU, BUT, Susan's blouse is on fire!", she exclaimed. "Do you hear Susan asking for help?, Yelling in class is punishable, bend over your chair and grab the seat." I ordered. Vickie looked closely at Susan, who shook her breasts a little, winked at Vickie, but showed little discomfort. Susan spoke up at that point, "Sir, perhaps you should extinguish my blouse to make Vickie happy, I don't think we've ever been in the same class". I thought for a moment, "Vickie, come here now". Vickie hesitantly stepped up to my desk and I held out a cane and a paddle, "choose one, you have my permission to beat out Susan's fire with one of these two fire extinguishers." Vickie looked a little confused. Susan spoke up (she was trying to sound casual, but her voice was just a little strained), "Vickie, you don't have to do this, I'm perfectly fine." Though Susan was starting to sweat and wiggle her chest more and grimacing a little as well. I was keeping a close watch on Susan despite the allow to burn code as Susan sometimes pushed the edge a little too much. Vickie looked uncertainly first at Susan, then at me, then at the implements, then back to me. "Susan likes to play with fire. The paddle puts out the fire faster and overall is less painful, the cane takes a lot more strokes as it covers a much smaller area and requires lots of quick, sharp blows to really be effective, or you can cane slower and just control the fire until it burns out, or you can go back to your chair and bend over the back and be punished for disrupting the class." Vickie was still hesitating, looking confused. Susan was beginning to show more discomfort and do more wiggling. I figured the heat was penetrating and starting to warm her breasts. She spoke up now, "ooohhhh, Vickie, you should decide quickly, either bend over your chair for a spanking or select a fire extinguisher for my breasts. I am getting a little warm and The Professor won't deal with me until he's finished with you!". Susan was really beginning to shake her chest and her face was starting to show signs of discomfort, though she took the time to wink at me while Vickie was not looking. "Vickie, OW! please, its getting OUCH! hot over here!", exclaimed Susan with both a giggle and a grimace. The OW! and OUCH! were fakes. Vickie finally seemed to wake up and make her decision. She grabbed the paddle and rapidly beat out the flames on Susan's breasts. She'd beat at one till it seemed out and then do the other. While she did the other, the first would start up again just like those joke birthday candles that relight. It took a few tries before Vickie finally put out the fires. "Vickie, unfasten Susan's hands and then bend over your chair." I commanded as I received the paddle from Vickie. Vickie unfastened Susan's hands and bent over the back of her chair. Susan brought her hands to her breasts and started to rub them, but then noticed me watching and just checked and adjusted her blouse and bra. I lifted up Vickie's skirt and pulled down her panties. "I think a baker' s dozen with the cane is warranted for your disruption of class." "Yes Sir" was the only reply, her voice sounded resigned to her fate. "Whenever you're ready, you can ask for each one and count afterwards". Vickie managed to ask for each blow and count afterwards, but not without alot of wiggling and a good OUCH! or OOWWW! with each swat. I told Vickie to pull up her panties, lower her skirt, and sit down and behave. I finally completed the 100 swats for Alice's violation of the dress code and ordered her back to her desk. She sat down a little more carefully this time and seemed to wiggle around a little on her chair ;) I next called Mary up for inspection. Mary's toy bag had 2qt, 3qt, and 4qt enema bags and the appropriate accessories, a couple butt plugs, q-tips, butterfly vibrator, clothespins, and several different mild irritants. Mary's violations were blouse, bra, skirt, and shoes, so she got to keep her panties, garter belt, and stockings. "Wrong blouse and bra, 15/breast, wrong skirt and shoes, 30 swats bottom.", I announced. I noticed a slight abdominal bulge and then the butt plug so she must be retaining an enema. I wondered how large and guessed it was about 2 quarts. I swatted her breasts first and got a couple ohh's and oww's with the light leather slipper. I then had her bend over my desk for the 30 with the paddle. I applied the first 20 hard and quickly. With ten left, I heard the sound of a match being struck. I turned around and there was Susan lighting another cigarette with a match. I was a little surprised. Susan usually waited until later in the class before doing this much fire play and we weren't past inspection, but I'd go with the flow and see where she was taking it. "Susan, haven't you been warned enough about smoking? Dispose of the cigarette and matches!", I commanded. Susan calmly took the cigarette, folded the matchbook cover over it with a small portion of the cigarette sticking out and with a deft motion, lifted her skirt and dropped the package into her panties. "I'll deal with you when it's your turn." I turned back to Mary and gave her the last 10 and used a little extra zing, which she acknowledged by slightly louder OOOO's and OOOWWW's as the paddle hit. It put a nice wiggle in her bottom, but she kept her legs clamped tight the entire time. I sent Mary back to her desk. "Susan, front and center for inspection!". Susan came forward and placed her two large toy bags on my desk. I took a look inside and inventoried several severe paddles, two canes, several crops, straps, several bottles of irritants, Heet, curling iron (modified), cattle prod, clips, clamps, weights, candles, vibrators, tampons & panty liners (some with notes (Bengay Ultra, Tabasco, Cinnamon Oil, Alcohol, Tacks)), and additional special equipment and clothing. The pockets were almost completely burned off the blouse. The blouse was a little singed. She was wearing two bras, the inner extended down to her waist and was marked as a flame resistant safety material, the outer as burnable. The outer bra was mostly white. Her skirt was marked burnable and had a large bustle, slip marked as fire protection, proper shoes, garterbelt, and stockings. "A Dirty blouse, remove it and prepare for 5 per breast", I announced and pulled out one of the more severe breast paddles. Susan quickly removed her blouse and exposed her breasts for a quick 5 swats each. When she lifted her skirt and slip up in front for inspection, I whispered, "Isn't it a little early for this much fire stuff?", then in a normal voice, "You may lower your slip and skirt." She had on two pairs of panties, like the bras, the outer were frilly and marked burnable, the inner with short legs on them marked as safety material. Susan whispered back, "No, Sir, I'm feeling VERY masochistic today, give me the works, Please. My panties where supposed to burst into flame when I raised my skirt, but the" and was interrupted by the whhooossshh of all the matches in the match box igniting. This time there was only a small OOHH of surprise from Vickie to match the one from Susan;) "Changing panty color during inspection", I exclaimed, "10 with the cane, bend over the desk and lift your skirt and slip, you may keep your panties on." Susan bent over the desk and started wiggling as the fire spread to the seat of her panties and the heat penetrated the protective layer. I had Susan count the ten with the cane, careful not to extinguish the fire and got some extra wiggle and a YOUCH from each one, then lowered her slip and skirt (with her panties still burning) and sent her back to her desk. "Vickie", I called, "Front and center for Inspection!". Vickie's toybag was the smallest with only a couple light paddles, leather spankers, clothespins, clips, and clamps. Vickie's violations where, no bra, panties, shoes, and socks. "5 strokes each breast, 60 on bottom, remove the offending items". Vickie's punishment went smoothly and she sat gingerly when she returned to her desk. I took a moment to survey the students and check the time, 9:30 already. Alice was wearing garter belt and stockings and nothing else and doing a little bit of wiggling. 180 swats was alot for some, but only a mild warm-up for Alice. Alice had that little smug grin that told me she was going to steadily ask for more. She had confided at one point that she had a goal of at 500 to 1,000 swats per class. Mary was wearing panties, garter belt, and stockings. Mary liked enemas, spanking, and being forced to obey orders. She was showing some signs of discomfort and I suspected the enema I was certain she was retaining rather then the spanking was the source. Susan was still wearing her skirt, slip, panties, and bras. I was going to have to keep an eye out on her as she was in the mood for a heavy session. I suspected she'd want to stay after class for additional `lessons'. The skirt and outer bra both had burnable codes on them so I knew Susan ACT II was still to come. Vickie was wearing a blouse and skirt and nothing else, an odd decision I thought, but this was Vickie's first class so we'd see how things went. I suspected lifting her skirt for a spanking was part of her fetish. Mary squirmed in her chair and raised her hand and after I nodded, "Sir, May I go to the bathroom please?" "It's only 9:30, you should have gone before class. You can wait until the 10 o'clock break." I started the lesson and a few minutes later Mary again raised her hand. "What now Mary?" "Sir, Please, I have to go to the bathroom, Please Sir!". "The penalty for interrupting class for a bathroom break is 1 swat with the strap per minute before break, that's 25 swats bare bottom, will you pay the price?" "Yes Sir, I have to go real bad." "Come up here, drop your panties and bend over the desk, keep your legs together if you know what's good for you and don't forget to count." Mary came up, dropped her panties and bent over the desk. Everyone could see the butt plug. I pulled out the heavy strap. SWISH, SMACK, OUCH, ONE! SWISH, SMACK, OUCH, TWO! SWISH, SMACK, OUCH, THREE! SWISH, SMACK, OUCH, FOUR! Mary's globes took on a nice red hue as the strapping continued. There were longer and longer pauses between the SWAT and the count as the OUCH'S and OOWW'S lasted longer. At swat 15, Mary let her legs spread enough that I had a clear crotch shot, so I took it. Her voice seemed to go up half an octave and she clamped her legs back together. After swat 23, she intentionally spread her legs and took the last two swats right on her crotch as she ground her pelvis into the desk. "You may now visit the bathroom, and while you're there you can prepare this.", I said as I handed her a 3qt enema bag and her enema kit. Mary dashed off to the bathroom as I added, "And don't dawdle!" THUD!! I turned back to the class and Alice's textbook was on the floor. "Alice, pick up that book and come up here, do you know how much textbooks cost?" "You have to be careful, I think 100 swats will remind you, bend over the desk" "No Sir, Yes Sir, I'll be more careful, Sir", Alice pleaded as she took position. "You'll count every swat and be quick or you'll just end up with extra." Alice counted out the 100 swats fairly quickly. About every 20 she'd open her legs enough to encourage a swat or two on her crotch. Mary returned as I finished with Alice. "Alice, I think you need some additional reminder to be more careful with school property." I said as I selected the bottle of Heet. I took the enema bag from Mary and handed her the bottle instructing her to completely paint Alice's bottom with the Heet. Mary painted on the Heet and Alice started to wiggle and moan from the effects. Mary stopped after applying a good amount on Alice's bottom. "Make sure you give Alice's crotch a good coat too, she's a little overheated and could use the soothing effect of the Heet", I managed to say with a relatively straight face. Under my gaze, Mary did a good job of coating Alice's labia and clit before handing the bottle back. Alice's OOOHHS and OOWWWS increased as did the amount of wiggling as Mary applied the Heet. I sent Alice back to her seat. Alice walked kinda funny with alot of extra wiggling and moaning. I told Mary to get in position and gave the enema nozzle a good coating of Ben-Gay Ultra. I inserted the nozzle and released the clamp allowing the enema to flow. Mary's bottom seemed to take on a small life of its own as the Ben-Gay took effect. I'd heard the snick of a lighter as I was inserting the nozzle into Mary, but didn't turn around (I just knew something was up). "Susan, are you smoking again?" "No Sir" was Susan's response. When I did turn around, there was no sign of any cigarettes or other smoking. I turned back to Mary, who was wiggling nicely from both the Ben-Gay on the nozzle and the enema as it entered her bottom. I heard a swift intake of breath from Vickie and the start of her saying something, but she stopped very abruptly. I turned around and Susan's skirt was burning. "SUSAN! Come here" As she walked up, I saw that her skirt and the bustle on the back were burning. "Put your hands on your head and you can just stand there and wait until I' m done with Mary." It was just after 9:45 so I put some tobacco sauce on Mary's butt plug, removed the enema nozzle and inserted the plug. "Mary, you may pull up your panties and return to your desk." "Yes Sir", she said as she pulled up her panties and waddled back to her desk, sitting gently. Susan's skirt had pretty much burned up so she was standing in bra and slip. "Why Susan, it looks like we have some more dress code violations, missing skirt and a dirty slip. Remove your slip, drop your panties, and bend over the desk." I selected a heavy paddle and administered a quick 30 hard swats. "Stay in position, we'll now deal with your disruption of the class." I selected a heavy cane, "I think a round dozen might help cure your behavior, remember to count." I gave Susan a quick 12 strokes, SWISH, THUD, OOWW!, followed by the count. "And now an additional reminder", I said as I pulled out one of Susan's larger butt plugs and one of the mystery hot lube bottles. Susan's mystery lubes were marked with one to 5 stars to indicate strength, I had selected a 3 star mystery hot lube. I applied it to the plug and based on the smell, guessed it had a tobacco base with some other stuff. "Susan, spread your bottom". She reached back and spread her cheeks and I shoved the plug home. There was a small groan from Susan, which she quickly stifled. "Pull up your panties and go back to your seat." Susan pulled up her panties and went back to her seat, though she seemed to have added a little wiggle to her bottom. A glance at the clock showed only a couple minutes before break. I gave a quick reviews of the material we didn't really cover and announced break time. The Class (Part 2) ================== Mary dashed to the bathroom, Gee ;) I wonder why ;) Susan was talking to Vickie while wiggling her bottom. Alice just got up and kinda did a wiggle dance trying to relieve the burning in her crotch and bottom from the Heet. Susan was doing some wiggling, but with only a 3 star hot lube, she wasn't in a hurry remove the butt plug. Mary came out of the bathroom and put the cleaned butt plug back into her toy bag, and then joined the Susan/Vickie group. Alice headed for the bathroom to try to relieve some of the burning. Susan left Vickie and Mary talking and took some items from one of her toy bags. She then wandered around the room visiting everyone's desks and placing something on all the seats. I could see a candle fastened to the seat so it was sticking out behind the seat. Susan rejoined the Vickie/Mary group and had them paint the seat and crotch of her panties with something from her toybag. "1 Minute warning", I announced. Alice returned from the bathroom and headed toward her desk, the other broke apart and drifted toward their desks. "Please be seated so we can start our second session", I announced. Everyone sat down, Vickie squealed "OUCH" and jumped back up grabbing her bottom. "Vickie, is there a problem?" I asked in a warning type voice? "Someone put tacks on my chair!", and held out her hand to display two thumbtacks. "I don't see any thumbtacks on your chair", I stated with an innocent face;) "Disrupting the class again, front and center Vickie, bend over my desk ". Vickie came forward and bent over my desk, I raised her skirt and picked up a medium paddle. "I think 10 quick ones will be enough to remind you to behave and not disrupt the class". I gave her 10 quick swats getting just a coupled OOWW's from her. Pulled her skirt back down and sent her back to her chair. She was still holding the thumbtacks. Just before she got to her desk, "Vickie, place your thumbtacks on your chair before sitting, we do want your report to be correct". Vickie placed them on her chair and sat down slowly and carefully, wincing and wiggling as she did so. I was certain that everyone had sat on thumbtacks, courtesy of Susan, but the others knew better then to disturb class about it. "This session, we will be doing presentations on torture." I handed out a voting slip to everyone. "After everyone has completed their 10 minute presentation, you will vote for who did best and who did worst. You may not vote for yourself. There will then be a fifth presentation where the person voted best will demonstrate on the student voted worst. Alice, you're first." Alice came forward and picked up her toy bag. She pulled out two paddles (one with holes), two straps (medium and heavy), the cane, and the bottle of Heet. "Paddles with holes hit harder as they allow the air to escape. The professor will give me twenty swats with each paddle. The paddle with holes will strike on the left and the one without holes on the right." She handed me the paddles, turned away from the class, and bent over the desk. There was a thumbtack pretty much in the center of each buttock. I quickly gave her first twenty swats with the normal paddle on her right cheek and then twenty with the paddle with holes on her left cheek. Her OOWWS! and OUCHS!! were louder with the holed paddle then the regular paddle. Her left cheek was a brighter red then the right. Alice took a few seconds to recover and with her bottom facing the class said "As you can see, the left cheek where the paddle with the holes hit shows that the holey paddle hits harder, and I certainly felt it." Alice took a moment to rub her bottom as she stood up and faced the class. She took the paddles from me and handed me the straps. "The strap is the next implement for this demonstration. Heavy paddles are very stiff and should only be used on well padded areas. The force tends to be concentrated toward the center of the paddle and tend to very little sting and much more thud." "Straps tend more to distribute the blow over the entire part of the strap contacting the area hit. As they do distribute the force over a wider area, they can be used on areas with less padding or are more sensitive. Straps can be swung with less force to produce the same amount of effect as a paddle." "The a gentle swing with a medium or even heavy strap can be used on the breasts as it is easier to avoid the nipple than if a heavy paddle was used. In order to show the effect we will use the medium strap on my left breast and the heavy strap on my right, using light swings." Alice positioned herself with her hands behind her neck facing off to one side so the class could see both the strap and her breasts. "You can use a variety of positions, but standing straight with your hands behind you neck helps both lift and emphasize your breasts." "Professor, if you would give me five with the medium strap on my left breast, please." I of course obliged her. She seemed to really stare at the strap and each stroke was rewarded with an OOWW!. Alice waited a few seconds, "Professor, if you would now give me five with the heavy strap on my right breast, please." Each stroke here was greeted with a louder OOOOWWWW! and a little dance. You could see the difference, her right breast was definitely redder then the left. Alice slowly brought her hands around front and gently rubbed her breasts. "The best target for the strap is the buttocks and thighs." Alice again bent over the desk. "Professor, if you would give me ten good ones on the left with the medium strap and then ten good ones on the right with the heavy strap, 5 on the buttocks and 5 on the upper thighs, please." I quickly gave her the requested strokes. Each stroke was rewarded with an OOOWWW! or OOOOO! The heavy strap got a couple YYOOUUCCHHS!!. Alice took a moment to recover. She then spread her legs and said, "light and medium swings can also be given to the crotch. One from each strap should suffice for this example, Professor". Two slow stroke, a couple loud WOW's and then she stood up and turned around. She took the straps from me and handed me the cane. "The cane is one of the more severe instruments of punishment. Although hands were sometimes caned the phrase `Six of the best' referred to caning. The proper position is achieved by", and she did the movements as she described them, " reaching up, bending over at the waist, and grabbing your ankles. The knees are straight and as you can see the buttocks are stretched tight and well presented for caning." She paused, and then continued, "The normal rules for caning are the canee, that's me, would ask for each stroke and count the strokes. If the canee broke position or didn't count properly, the stroke would not count and in some cases the caning may start all over." "May I have the first stroke, Sir". TWHAK!, OOWW!!, "Thank you Sir, may I have number two". THWAK!, YYOOWW!!, Alice held position, but did come up off her heels for a moment. "Thank you Sir, may I have number three", THWAK!, OOUUCCHH! The remaining three strokes went like the first three. Alice had tears in her eyes when she stood up and replace the cane with the bottle of Heet. "After punishing the bottom, you can increase the discomfort by various means. An easy one is to put Heet on the bottom. Heet on a punished bottom adds to the discomfort. If you would be so kind Professor." Alice turned away from the class and bent over my desk. I opened the bottle and quickly painted her bottom to an increasing amount or OOWW's, OOHH' s, and OUCH's!. "You bottom is painted." Alice stood up and took the bottle of Heet and put the stuff back into her toybag. She then walked gingerly back to her desk and sat down very carefully. "Mary, your presentation is next, front and center please." Mary stood up, removed the thumbtacks and panties, then came up front and pulled some items from her toybag. "I'm going to talk about enema's and figging." She handed me several enema bags, some ivory liquid soap and some salt, "would you fill these for me please". I accepted the bags and went to the bathroom to fill them. "Everyone has a different capacity so while one person may have trouble with 2 quarts, the next person may be able to take 5 quarts. Pure water can be used for regular flushes but any enema that is to be retained should be ph balanced so as not to cause dehydration. Enema's can be retained as long as holding them does not become painful. If the enema is a punishment enema, you can add a little castor oil, which increases the amount of cramping." Mary held up some more items. "This is an inflatable bardex nozzle. Once inserted, the nozzle inflates so it can't be expelled and prevents leaks. I'm using toothpaste as a lube, mint or cinnamon provide the most stimulation. A good butt plug can help with longer retention." Mary demonstrated the bardex by lubing it, inserting it in her rear and inflating it. She left it inserted as she continued the presentation. "This is ginger root. When peeled, it can be inserted in the rear and will cause a burning sensation. A variety of chemicals can be used as well to increase the punishment aspects of an enema. You can use them to lube the nozzle or butt plug. I have toothpaste, tobacco sauce, Ben-Gay, Vick's, and Heet available as punishment lubes, use KY for normal enemas." I returned with the filed enema bags and placed them all on a stand ready to be attached to a nozzle. "There are several positions, but to ease viewing, I'll use a knee to chest position." She assumed the position and directed me to attach the bardex to a three quart bag. Mary motioned for me to open release the enema. "The speed at which you take the enema also determines the comfort. I'm taking these straight to get as much demo in during our time and I've had lots of experience. You don' t want the bag too high as the height also controls the speed as well as the pressure." When the bag was empty, Mary pinched the bardex hose with a clip and disconnected the bag carefully. She stood and slowly did a 360 while saying, " As you can see, there is some stomach distention from the enema. I'll go expel this enema now. Professor, while I'm gone perhaps you could have the class select the lubricant for the next nozzle and prep it for me." Mary went off to the bathroom. "Voting time, the choices are tobacco sauce, Ben-Gay, Vick's, and Heet. The Heet is the most severe, then tobacco sauce, then Vick's and Ban-Gay are the mildest. I'll hold up the item, raise you hand to vote yes, the most yes's wins. If no deciding vote, Mary gets to choose." I held up the bottles one at a time, Susan voted for the Heet, Alice and Vickie voted for the Vick's. Mary came back and resumed the position. "Taking several enemas in a row can be tiring, I'll take the 4 quart now so you can see the distension." I attached the nozzle to the 4 quart bag and inserted it into Mary and then opened the valve. "Professor, is you would peel the ginger root, I'll use that as a plug this time once the enema is in." The root was pretty large and generally shaped like a butt plug. "I see the vote was kind, Vick's is very mild, the ginger root will add a little fire. While holding an enema, you can add additional punishments, such as spanking, strapping, and caning. Some people like alcohol enemas. One thing to remember is you absorb alcohol very fast from an enema so even wine should be diluted and used in small quantities. Alcohol poisoning can be very serious. As with any new activity, proceed carefully." The bag emptied about that time and I carefully removed the nozzle and then inserted the ginger root. Mary stood carefully and again did a 360 so everyone could see her distended stomach from all views. Mary then bent carefully over the desk. "Sir, if you could use the medium strap for 10 swats please". I picked up the strap and gave her ten medium blows quickly. "Thank you sir, I'll go expel this enema, please select the lube for the nozzle and the butt plug. I will not expel the last enema as part of the demonstration." Mary walked off to the bathroom, but you could see an extra sway to her hips from the ginger root. "Ok class, vote time again, please come to a consensus on the lube for the nozzle and the butt plug." The class discussed the choices and decided that they wanted tobacco for the nozzle and Heet for the butt plug. I mentioned that Heet wasn't a good lube so they settled on a Ben-Gay base with a little Heet just so every lube got used. Mary came back as I was putting the tobacco on the nozzle. She smirked and commented "Looks like this will be a hot fill". Once Mary was positioned, I inserted the nozzle and started the enema flowing. Mary started groaning and OOHHing as the tobacco built up to full burn. While the enema flowed in, I prepared the butt plug. Mary glanced over and saw the BenGay following by the Heet. She was already wiggling from the burn of the tobacco. "With that combo, I'll be jumping around the room as if I sat on a hot stove." "Well you won't be able to say you're cold ;)", I commented. "The tobacco has warmed me up enough, now you're going to apply the torch" The bag emptied and I carefully removed the nozzle and inserted the super hot lubed butt plug. For a couple seconds there was no change, then Mary shouted "YYYYYEEEEEOOOOOWWWWW!! MY ASS IS BURNING!!" and started wiggling and contorting along the floor. Mary was sweating and crying as I helped her stand. She was just jumping and wiggling and moaning. She made an effort and stated "That concludes my presentation on torture enemas and lubes. I'll be more then happy to share the hot lube with others!" She was still shifting from foot to foot as she adjusted to the pain in her anus from the hot lubes. It wasn't easy for her to put away the equipment. It was even harder when she went back to her desk and had difficulty putting on her panties. She sat down and then noticed the thumbtacks, she stood back up, put the thumbtacks on her chair and sat back down with only a minor OOMMPPHH!. "Susan, it's time for your presentation". Susan had been sitting sort of on the edge of her seat. She shifted back as she stood up and with a small WOOSH, the candle lit whatever she had painted on her panties at the last break. Susan just calmly walked forward to the front of the class. "I'm a heavy masochist and really get off on pain. As you've seen, fire is one of the things I like to play with. I also like double jeopardy situations where you have to choose one of several tortures. I'm going to do one as part of my presentation." While she was talking she was removing items from her toybags and I was helping with some of the other preparations. Whatever had been on her panties went out and she removed both her panties and bra. I hung a full 2.5 gal can from the ceiling and another one from a rope that went over a pulley and ran a small hose from the full one to the empty one on the floor. "This is a neat one", Susan continued, "It tortures breasts (two ways), cunt and crotch, and ass all at once and forces some choices as it progresses." Susan put on a corset with rods sticking out the front, if you looked closer you saw they were bent with part going down the corset. While Susan put on the corset, I had fastened a pole firmly to the floor. "This is a slightly modified curling iron. It heats up normally but doesn' t get as hot. It gets real painful and can burn, but it won't burn too much ;)". Susan fastened the curling iron to the pole anchored to the floor. "And of course we need some lube" as she coated the curling iron with Ben-Gay Ultra and then added a couple drops of cinnamon oil. "These are Japanese Clover clamps. The advantage these have over other clamps is the harder you pull the tighter they grip". Susan fastened one to each breast and four to her labia. "There are 4 1.5lb weights on each of these strings." She set the weighted strings down on the floor by the pole. The weights were spaced about a half inch apart. Susan put on some wrist cuffs, put a lock on one of the rings and the key on my desk. She put a metal plate with needles sticking up and candles sticking out under the plate on the floor next to the pole. "And now we're ready to get into the final position and start." She attached a rope from the clover clamps on her breasts to the rope attached to the empty can. She squatted down so the curling iron on the pole was fully inserted in her cunt. She then attached the weights to the clamps on her labia and adjusted their length until the first weight was barely touching the floor. She adjusted the rope to the empty can until it was about and inch or so off the floor, held there by the clamps on her breasts. She inserted the metal plate under her breasts on the rods attached to the corset and then lit the candles. Next she turned on the curling iron, pulled the clip off the hose letting the water flow from the full can to the empty, and then locked her wrists behind her back. "As you can see, the water will fill the can increasing the pull on my breasts. If I raise enough to take the weight off my breasts, they will rest on the needles in the plates below my breasts. The metal plates and needles are heated by the candles." You could see the tension building as the water flowed from the full can to the empty can. "Torture wise, this is a win-win situation, my breasts are either painfully pulled or rest on heated needles." "Now down below we have a different situation. As the curling iron heats up, it will start roasting my cunt. If I stand up enough to get off the curling iron, I'm then holding all the weights on my labia, all 24 lbs. If I get tired of holding the weights off the ground, I can (OOHH, we're warming up) just squat back down on the curling iron and roast my cunt some more. Again a win-win situation." As she continued with her talk she you could see the torture increasing. Her breasts were starting to elongate from the weight of the water and her hips were starting to rotate from the effects of the curling iron. She was beginning to slide up and down the curling iron first up increasing the weight lifted, then down to decrease it. "HOT! HOT! HOT! To end the torture, all I OW!OW! have to do OUCH! is get the HOT! key and unlock MY! cuffs and then take off the clover clamps, OOOOO! extinguish the candles and take off the needle plate. OW! OW! OW!". Susan was really wiggling on the curling iron now and her breasts were being stretched by the full 2.5gal can of water. "If I wanted to add WWOOOWW! to the torture, I'd lock the curling iron INTO! A CROTCH STRAP", she gasped, "and put that key on the other side of THE ROOM OW OW OW! YYEEOOWW!" Susan stood up and straddle walked to the desk, wiggling her breasts on the not needles since the can was on the ground. Before she got to the desk, she again was stretching her breasts as she backed up to the desk and used the key to free her hands. She squatted to get the weight off her cunt, unfastened the clover clamps from her labia, then stood and took the clamps off her breasts though she was wiggling and bounding from the heated needles. She went to remove the needle plate and realized she needed two hands to lift her breasts off the needles and one to remove the plate. She gave me a `help me?' look and I gave her back an `its your problem' look. Susan picked up the clover clamps, reattached them to her breasts `UUHH!' , used them to lift her breasts of the needles and then removed the plate. "That concludes my presentation. You can easily add to the intensity by extending the curling iron time, adding and enema, more breast torture, etc." I helped Susan put away the equipment, though the curling iron was set aside to allow it to cool first. Susan went back to her desk and quickly sat down on the candle, extinguishing it. She was also rubbing her breasts and cunt to relieve some of the lingering pain from the clover clamps and the curling iron. "Vickie, its now your turn for your presentation". Vickie looked very nervous. I expect the presentations, particularly Susan's, was heavier then she was expecting. I also suspect she was wondering if her presentation was too light. Vickie came forward, picked up her small toybag, put in on my desk and stood beside my desk. Vickie blushed a little as she unbutton and opened her blouse. "My presentation is on clothespins, clips, and clamps. Clothespins are inexpensive and readily available at many stores. They come in a variety of sizes and types", she showed a few to the class. "They can be placed right on the nipples", she placed one directly and carefully on each nipple with a little moan. Vickie stuck out her chest to emphasize the clothespins and their position. "You can add more clothespins and even small breasts like mine can hold more then a dozen clothespins each", Vickie continued as she quickly added more clothespins to each breast until there was over a dozen on each. She removed the clothespins from her nipples and picked up some tweezers clips. "These are tweezers clips. The slider here", she pointed to the sliding ring, "controls the amount of pinch so you can have anything from a light pinch to a nipple crushing grip." Vickie put a tweezers clip on each nipple and suspended a small weight from each. "This allows you to suspend small weights without crushing the nipple". Vickie wiggled her chest so the weights jiggled and grimaced from the pain. Vickie removed the clips from her nipples, "AHH!", and rubbed them a little, "OOHH!". Vickie picked up several small alligator clips, "The alligator clips are small and you can get several different strengths to match your tolerance. They can be placed on your nipples OUCH! OWW!", as Vickie placed a small alligator directly on each nipple. "You can attach several to your breasts MM!, OO!, NNGG!", as she attached 4 alligator clips to each breast, "and since these are small, they can be worn under a bra, blouse, or sweater." Vickie quickly buttoned up her blouse. Vickie took a quick look at the clock, she still had over 3 minutes to go to complete her 10 minute presentation. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment and released it. "You can put clothespins all over the body. Another natural place to put them is on your crotch." Vickie pulled up the front of her skirt and sat on the front of my desk with her legs spread revealing her cunt. "With a little practice, you can easily get a dozen clothespins on each side." Vickie was quickly putting clothespins on her labia as she talked. Every so often add an OOHH! or an OWW!, or an OUCH! as she added more clothespins. "And last, but not least, we can put a clothespin right on the clit for that extra bit of torment. All of this can be worn under normal street clothes", Vickie stood up carefully and smoothed down her skirt, "OWIE, OW, OW, OH". "This concludes my presentation on clothespins, slips, and clamps." Vickie move carefully an put away the rest of her stuff and then walked carefully back to her desk. She was walking a little bowlegged and grimaced every step or so, but managed not to make any noises. "Ok students, vote for the best and worst, vote quickly please." I waited about 30 seconds. 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