What has gone before: Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge began with role-playing for the New School Method of discipline. This involved Miss Pepperidge leaning over a desk with her skirt up over her back and her panties around her thighs while Mr. Stratton paddled and fondled her. When she failed to experience the expected humiliation, they called Mr. Peters for suggestions. Mr. Peters, with Miss Harding's help, sent a group of students to provide what assistance they could. After considerable more paddling and fondling, along with Miss Pepperidge having close encounters with each of the boys' hard-ons, the four boys and Mr. Stratton gave Miss Pepperidge a cum bath. During all of this, Miss Pepperidge still didn't experience any humiliation. Instead she experienced an equally, if not more stimulating and troubling frustration and was quite eager to continue the evening.
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Mr. Stratton and Miss Pepperidge remained in the grass for several minutes, Miss Pepperidge naked on her knees and covered with cum, Mr. Stratton standing naked from the waist down with his limp penis hanging in blissful contentment.
"Mandy, did you experience what you wanted?" Mr. Stratton inquired. "Did you feel the humiliation of the Method?" He didn't mention that he felt the humiliation when they opened the door and window to her room, when the students showed up, and when they all moved outside to the park. While his humiliation never abated, rather growing with each development in the situation, he excused it each time with his awareness that at least one other person in the party was more exposed and more vulnerable than he was, at least in his eyes.
She looked up at him, cum dripping slowly down her face. "No, I didn't, Eric," she answered. "I felt the pain of the spanking, which you administered wonderfully. And I felt the pleasure of your touch, stroking my pussy and clit and butt, and particularly teasing my anus. I felt a lot of frustration because I so wanted to have the touches continue into real sex. But I didn't feel any humiliation."
"That's too bad," he mused. "I felt the humiliation and I wasn't even the focus of the discipline. I wanted those coeds but they were students. As a professor, I shouldn't want them. And being out in the open, with Tracy's wonderful mouth on my . . . I'm sorry, Mandy, we were talking about you. Do you want to try something else to experience the humiliation?"
"I'm willing, but it seems like we've just about done everything we can do," she said regretfully. "Why, do you have something in mind?"
"Well, we started with just you and me," he observed. "At Mr. Peters' suggestion, we opened the door and curtains, risking exposure. Then when the students arrived, we moved outside to the grass, risking even more exposure. There might be one more step in that line that might help."
"So tell me about it, don't just stand there," she ordered with a laugh.
"It's still early enough that the shopping mall will be open, and it's only two minutes away," he said. "We could go there with you wearing just your blouse, skirt and shoes. I could spank you there and see if that would help you feel the humiliation. The risk of exposure there would be much higher and less well controlled." He cringed, afraid that she might reject the idea and afraid that she might accept. At the same time he was so hopeful that his hands quivered.
"That's a wonderful idea," she said enthusiastically, jumping to her feet and running toward her room.
Relief flooded Mr. Stratton. She hadn't gotten upset. Better yet, she acted quite enthusiastic about the idea. He grabbed his clothing and followed. By the time he got there, Miss Pepperidge was dressed, just as he suggested in her skirt, blouse, shoes and nothing else. She hadn't bothered to clean off any of the cum so she had multiple wet spots and areas on her blouse, making her nipples almost as visible as if she had been in a wet T-shirt contest. She bounced eagerly from side to side, impatiently watching Mr. Stratton get dressed, apparently unaware of how her bountiful boobs bounced even more. Mr. Stratton dressed just a little more slowly, to enjoy seeing the bouncing boobies and to make sure he didn't fall over because of the delightful distraction.
On the short drive to the mall, Miss Pepperidge happily used one finger at a time to mop drips of cum from her face and hair, sucking her finger for each glob and humming contentedly. Mr. Stratton might be somewhat stodgy but it appeared that he could come through with good suggestions once in a while. She hoped that her enthusiastic response didn't put him off, but this was almost exactly another of her fantasies, one she almost experienced with Larry Kroger. This could turn out to be a great trip after all. By the time they got to the mall, all of the cum blobs were gone from her face and only a few remained in her hair, reminding her of the "Something About Mary" movie. Her blouse was still damp and sticky and she was sure she'd leave a wet spot on the seat of the rental car.
Inside the mall, they found a bench just a little ways from the center of the mall. The mall had a center hub and three spokes, hallways with stores all along, places for people to spend their money on their ways to the three anchor stores, one at the end of each spoke. They watched people go by for a while, noticing that most of them appeared to be out of town businessmen who had no real purpose for being there other than to waste time until the mall closed and the bars might get more lively. At this time, so close to closing, it appeared that all the family shoppers had gone home. It was good that there were no children around, they couldn't follow their plan if it would expose children to behavior that was inappropriate for their ages. Their bench was about a third of the way from the hub to the anchor store.
"Mandy, I think it's time for your spanking," Mr. Stratton suggested. Even though he had just cum recently, he was eager to get his hands on Miss Pepperidge's bare skin again.
"How should I position myself, Eric?" she responded. "Should I face the middle or face away?" She knew what she wanted and hoped he would come up with the right answer.
"Definitely face away," he concluded after a mere moment's thought. "If it takes exposure for you to feel the humiliation, that will give more exposure. Think about everyone in the central hub looking at your lovely behind and pussy." Would she respond to the dirty talk as she had earlier?
Miss Pepperidge smiled quickly laid across his lap with her hips and stomach on his legs. That was the right answer. She liked the idea that her pussy would be visible to anyone in the center of the mall who happened to look their way. It was unfortunate that the bench faced a blank wall when there was an open store just behind them. And the store behind was a religious store at that! How great would it be to shock that audience!
Mr. Stratton flipped her skirt up over her derriere, increasing her exposure to the maximum.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
On the last stroke, he left his hand touching her cheek and started to fondle her as he had earlier. He noticed that a couple of businessmen turned at the noise and seemed curious about what might be going on. This should get her, if nothing else did. Her butt felt so smooth and nice. Her pussy was instantly engorged and wet, and he marveled at how much it responded to his attention. He stroked her clit and smiled at her responding happy sigh.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Again he fondled her as the two businessmen continued to approach. They seemed unsure of whether they should pretend not to notice or study the delightful sight before their eyes. He continued to fondle her until they were almost at the bench. They had given up all pretense and were avidly leering at her exposed femininity. "You have an audience, Mandy. Two men are coming to see you. I wonder if they'd like to spank you or fondle you."
Mr. Stratton was unaware of the peering gaze of the two women employed by the religious store behind the bench. The women couldn't see much of what he was doing with Miss Pepperidge but they had a partial view. The back of the bench consisted of slats, allowing only limited glimpses.
"Do you see that?" one commented. "It looks and sounds like he's spanking her."
