By Cynthia Blaine
[This story involves strict, erotic discipline and bodily functions. Please read no further if any of this offends you. All characters are well over 18.]
Lucy and Lauren had become really close friends during their two years at the special high school for college prep that aimed at students 18 and up. Lucy was petite and auburn-haired; she taught physics having been a summa herself. Lauren was large framed but lean and curvy. She was really blonde, too, and enjoyed being an English teacher.
They spent much of their free time together. On those occasions, they exchanged their individual ideas on education. Both were notorious in the school for favoring corporal punishment of student misbehavior. The head of school liked them both because they were superb teachers who, most importantly, were successful in placing their best students in top colleges.
The head sometimes wondered why these two highly attractive women were the firmest advocates of severe classroom discipline. Each teacher was expected to draft a report, albeit brief, of any spanking or caning administered in her class. Lucy and Lauren were by the far the most frequent names he saw on discipline reports.
They differed in one respect: Lucy believed in punishing right in the class while Lauren would schedule discipline for after-school. Lucy had two sturdy chairs positioned on either side of her desk. Those called out to come forward for disciplining were told to climb up on the chair on all fours. Lucy would then come behind and lift up a skirt or unbutton or unzip pants and pull them down to ankles.
Usually, her thumbs then lowered girls' panties to the knees and boys' undershorts as well. She often had two students at a time, one on either side of the desk. After being exposed for an interval, knowing that the whole class had a perfect view between their legs, those being punished were subjected to significant humiliation.
Lucy took out two rectal thermometers, dipped them in a vial of Vaseline, and slowly inserted the business ends into the two anal openings. Each boy or girl thus had the thermometer sticking embarrassingly out of his or her anus. Lucy then withdrew the thermometers after three minutes and read them. Almost always, the temperatures were normal. But often, a thermometer would emerge with some brown smudges which Lucy would announce and display to the class.
The girls especially would cringe at this horrible embarrassment. After class, you could hear the girls in the class chatter among themselves: "Did you see Judy's poop on Miss Benton's thermometer?" Judy's shame would thus be broadcast throughout the school.
Miss Benton knew that this helped ensure better behavior in her class. A few of her pupils seemed intent, however, on inciting her to impose a spanking or caning. Lucy preferred using her thin cane. She would stand behind the boy or girl on the chair, tap the cane on their bared bottom, draw it back, and fire a stinging stroke right down the middle of the cheeks.
The impact and sting were delayed. A few seconds later, the boy or girl would scream out from the instant pain. Lucy caned with precision: each stroke that followed would be slightly below the last. Then she would either give crisscross strokes, which left diamond marks where they crossed the others, or a final stroke, which would be quite powerful, right down the middle.
After the classroom punishment, Lucy would send the offender to a corner of her class with panties or undershorts still down to face the corner for a few more minutes or until the class ended. She would then, after the class, write up the offense and describe the punishment on the school's computer system.
Lauren would crisply announce to a student who had earned punishment that he or she would report to her study after school, usually at 3:45 P.M. School ended at 3:15 P.M. so this ensured that the student would be spending a half hour worrying about how severe Miss Kaden would be with her hand, strap, or cane.
She preferred hand spanking because it connoted intimacy. Lauren also found that touching the buttocks aroused her. She did use a spanking glove because when she hit hard, she would otherwise bruise her hand. If a student were a repeat offender, she would step up the level of discipline. This would usually mean she used her cane.
Lauren was known for sentencing frequent offenders to major canings. She could easily deliver twelve or even fifteen strokes to the bottoms. The school did not permit hand canings, which both Lucy and Lauren were pleased about, because they felt that injury was likely if one caned anywhere but on the padded bottom.
Lauren started always just above the middle of the buttocks and proceeded down the bottom to the crease with thighs. She then might cane the thighs which were not padded and thus far more sensitive. Alternatively, she would apply crisscross strokes and provide a total gate pattern. Students truly feared Miss Kaden's after-school canings.
Lucy and Lauren invited for drinks a new teacher they anticipated would follow their lead on student discipline. Kate Vincent was a tall, statuesque redhead who was hired to expand the school's world history capability. She was all of 24 but held a good degree from a top college.
As they sat in Lucy's comfortable living room, Kate grinned, "I'm told you two are the only ones who believe in hitting them where it hurts, so to speak."
Lauren laughed. "Lucy and I have found that a certain amount of fearful anticipation works in focusing their minds on something other than getting laid. We thought you might find our experiences of interest. Lucy disciplines in class, usually with her thin cane. I have them come to my study after school, and I start out with a good, old-fashioned hand spanking."
"What sort of misbehavior results in these sanctions?" Kate asked in a serious tone.
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"I expect them to be paying full attention to what I'm teaching them," Lucy responded. "Passing notes, whispering, reading anything but the page of a text I may be presenting, are all subject to my calling them out. Also, and this applies mainly to the boys: making fun of girls when they answer my questions or respond to invitations to volunteer. And yes, some of them even get caught peeking up skirts, including mine.
"The girls also play these games," Lauren added. "They flash their underwear or try to attract male interest by their movements. And, of course, anyone who takes one of us on in a disrespectful manner is really asking for trouble. You'll be surprised at how often this kind of stuff occurs."
"And here I figured I'd have it easy in terms of having to discipline students who are being prepared for going to a good college," Kate observed.
"They're still late teenagers," Lucy suggested.
"I'm not looking for punishment," Kate now proposed, "but you'll probably be surprised that I'd like you to show me how this works. Say that I am chatting with my friend, oblivious to the teacher--you--who is trying to teach her subject."
Lauren suggested that Lucy demonstrate technique.
"Kate," Lucy said severely, "you are clearly not paying attention to what I'm trying to teach. Stand up and come up here."
"But Miss Benton," Kate replied in a high-pitched voice, "I was just checking on the assignment with Laura."
"This is not the time for that," Lucy said firmly. "You can do that before or after class. Get up here or your punishment will be doubled."
This threat quickly resulted in Kate's standing ad demurely walking to Lucy's desk. Lucy crisply told her to get up on the chair next to the desk, on all fours.
Kate was wearing a skirt that ended several inches above her knees. She climbed up on the chair and felt immediately humiliated when Lucy flipped up the young teacher's short skirt. Her pretty pale blue thong was on full display, along with virtually all of her bottom cheeks.
"As you now see, flipping up a girl's short skirt reveals most of her hindquarters," Lucy advised, "something even these free-spirited females don't much like. In the beginning, they are surprised when I come up behind them and using my thumbs in the waistband, carefully lower their underpants--whether briefs or much smaller panties."
"Now much of the class will be staring at your bare ass," Lauren reminded Kate.
