Mrs. Heyward had given Rachael the rest of the week to recover and to study more. Rachael had spent the time re-reading everything. She was also allowed to visit the punishment and reward rooms just to observe and see some practices applied. She also sat in on a few classes. These were much more in her comfort zone, as the classes were fairly normal for the most part. Aside from the provocative uniforms and the odd completely or mostly naked student the classrooms were Rachael's retreat to the familiar.
Rachael learned that there were three predominant places for students to receive punishment. The most common was in the classroom after class had dismissed. This was for more minor offences that would be documented, but weren't anything egregious: late assignments, talking out of turn repeatedly, mild disrespect to the teacher, that sort of thing. The second most common was an in class punishment. These were meant to be more humiliating as the student would be punished in front of his or her classmates. However these punishments normally did not last too long as the professor did not want to sacrifice too much class time. The third place, the place for the most humiliating and painful punishments, of course was the punishment room. There were other ways and places punishments could be administered, but these were the most common.
It was early in the day on the last day of Rachael's week in training. Next week she would take over her own class. She was in a history class, observing a professor named Mr. Walker. Mr. Walker appeared in his early 40s. Not very tall, balding with the remnants of bright colored red hair, muscular in a stocky way and ruggedly handsome. Mr. Walker had just given a portion of the lesson and let the students have 20 minutes to work on group projects "Ms. Rachael" he called. Rachael had been walking from group to group helping where she could. She came to the front of the class at Mr. Walker's call.
"Could you please escort Bradley to the bathroom, let him relieve himself, and check to make sure he has not released? Thank you."
Bradley had been placed in Chastity with Continual Stimulation (CCS). This was a high level punishment as it required to the student to be entirely naked save for tight leather underwear. For a female a vibrating and elctro-stimulating probe would be inserted into both of her private orifices and held in place by the chastity underwear. For a man a probe would be in the anus and a sleeve around his penis was also electro and vibratory. The devices were quite complex, able to tell when a man's testicles would retract and their prostate pulse; also able to tell when a woman's vaginal walls would contract. It would then lessen stimulation as the most agonizing part of CCS punishment was that the subject would be constantly aroused but disallowed to cum. However, it was not uncommon for the student to cum anyway and if that were the case, if they were unable to control themselves, they would face further punishment.
The locked chastity devices also meant that the student had to be escorted every time they needed to use the restroom which furthered their humiliation along with being all but naked and constantly on the edge fighting not to release.
Rachael approached Bradley who was working with his group. Her heart was racing and she felt such a power over these students as she prepared to say what she'd been taught she should. Without attempting to be discrete Rachael stood over the students and announced "Bradley, now will be a good time for you to use the restroom and be inspected for premature release. Follow me immediately please." Rachael had to concentrate to keep her breath even and her voice steady. She was both nervous and aroused but tried hard to keep both a secret from the students. Bradley blushed a bit but stood without objection and followed Rachael out to the bathrooms.
Rachael escorted Bradley into the restroom; all restrooms at Dramatus University for Young Adults were large and unisex. Rachael had been given a master key that would work on any chastity device in the school, all teachers carried one of these. "Arms out to your sides please Bradley" she said as the two stood in the middle of the luxurious bathroom. This was not a typical school bathroom as this was in no way a typical school. The bathroom looked like something you'd see in a 5 star restaurant. Dark walls, sensuous lighting, ice in the urinals, a sofa at one end, a large standing area, and high walled stalls. Everything one would expect being in a converted mansion.
Bradley stretched his arms out to his sides giving Rachael easy access to his chastity device. She slowly removed Bradley's mostly erect penis from its sheathe. She then stepped behind the young man. "Touch your toes please." she said curtly and without emotion. Bradley obliged and bent all the way over at the waist. It was just then that a pair of girls entered the restroom. Their conversation stopped briefly as they saw Bradley and had a giggle at his situation. Rachael carefully extracted the anal probe from the sculpted young man. Once Bradley was free of the device Rachael allowed him to use the restroom.
"When you are finished, Bradley, please be sure to thoroughly wash your genitals and anus and also wash your chastity device. We must be sanitary." Rachael now looked into the end of the sleeve that had held Bradley's penis. She could see moisture in the end. Rachael held her hand at the opening of the sleeve and tipped the garment so that the moisture ran into her hand. As the liquid dripped onto her palm Rachael knew exactly what she was seeing. Though now room temperature and not fresh, what was pooling in her cupped hand was unmistakably semen. It was Bradley's cum, and a lot of it. He must have lasted a few days in chastity for his unsanctioned orgasm to produce so much seed. Rachael's small hand was barely able to contain it all. She carefully raised her hand to her nose and breathed in the distinctive masculine scent longer than she needed to in order to determine its composition.
It was now that Bradley turned from the urinal and saw Rachael, Miss Rachael to him, with an accumulation of his cum in her hand and a stern look on her face. Bradley had, of course, known that he'd lost control earlier in the day. It was, in fact, his desires for Miss Rachael that had driven him over the edge at the beginning of class. He'd seen the beautiful young teacher about the school recently and his head had been filled with fantasies about her. He lasted about 5 minutes into class but staring at Miss Rachael where she sat in the front of the class was more than his overcharged cock could stand and he'd busted a huge nut into his chastity sleeve. He had only hoped that his mess would have dried enough before being inspected that no one would notice. This obviously didn't happen.
"Please Miss Rachael, let me explain...." he began, but Rachael cut him off shortly.
"An explanation is not necessary Bradley, I am able to decipher what has transgressed inside your chastity device on my own." Rachael's own words, and the feelings of power they brought were making her very hot. She could easily feel her warm pussy begin to lubricate itself. Her thoughts darted to Mrs. Heyward, the coolly dominant woman on whom she'd based her own mannerisms towards students who had disobeyed orders, and wondered if Mrs. Heyward still felt this rush when she assumed a position of power over a subordinate.
"Your first manner of business will be to wash this" she said as she held the chastity device out to Bradley. With a red face Bradley took the leather underwear and carefully washed it in the sink. Rachael continued to hold the young man's semen in her hand.
As Bradley was finishing his task his frustration was visibly growing. He knew he was in trouble, and he knew that it was his fault. Typical of young men, though, he was yet unwilling to accept this blame and turned his frustration into anger towards this new teacher who had found him out. 'Who is this blond bimbo of a teacher to tell me I'm in trouble?' he thought to himself. 'I've been here three years, she doesn't even know what's going on.' And he began to devise a plan to rid himself of further punishment.
"Miss Rachael, I know you're new here, so I should probably tell you that most of the professors don't mind if a student cums just once during their CCS. I mean, it's not like it can be helped sometimes. I mean, if it happens a lot then, yea, but since I only came once during the last four days that's normally overlooked." he paused, hoping his words had been effective. "Just so you know." he added.
Rachael continued to stare down the arrogant student. She was now trembling on the inside with excitement, imagining the ways she would punish Bradley for trying to trick her and treat her so disrespectfully. "March back to your classroom young man" she said sternly.
"What about this?" he questioned holding up the chastity underwear.
"I said march! Now!" Rachael barked.
Bradley looked angry but turned and walked back to his classroom completely naked. His left hand tightly grasped the leather device and his right hand was curled into a tight fist. Rachael followed behind slowly, being careful not to spill any of the boy's cum from her hand. When the two reached the room Mr. Walker and the students couldn't help but notice the situation.
