This is a work of fiction set in a parallel universe. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over eighteen years of age. No animals were harmed during the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
"You're late Miss Brooks," Mr. Wilson observed with no trace of amusement in his voice. "You know what that means, one swat for every minute." He was referring to the new corporal punishment guidelines that were adopted in conjunction with the Forced Public Nudity Act of 2037 (FPN). It gave teachers in recognized educational establishments the right to dispense corporal punishment for minor infractions and FPN Classes A and B for more egregious offenses. The FPN classes began at A, forced nudity where groping and such were to be endured by the offender, and progressed to Class B, where even sexual acts were permissible. Class C, the harshest class, included all of the aforementioned stipulations as well as allowing impact, where the recipient was subject to such punishments normally reserved for the BDSM crowd. Class C sentences, however, could only be administered by a Governing Council Justice.
"Fuck you, Wilson. There's no way in hell I'm letting you spank my bare ass in front of the entire classroom because I'm seven fucking minutes late." Rae Lynn Brooks knew the new rules had gone into effect. There had been a big assembly last week where it had all been laid out. And of course, it was on the news. FPN had changed the world. Rae figured the world had just had enough of people getting away with bullshit. She just didn't think it applied to
her
bullshit. She was wrong.
"Miss Brooks," Wilson said calmly, "if you had shown the least bit of remorse, I might have been inclined to show some mercy, but your unrepentant attitude and insubordination has increased your sentence. Now, instead of only receiving swats, you will, in fact, be subject to FPN Class A for the remainder of the class period and for the twenty minutes following your spanking, anyone who wants to will be able to fondle your sore ass, play with your breasts and vagina, and put your naked pictures up on Spank Bank."
Rae's heart sank. Anything she said or did now to buck the punishment would only make it worse. Wilson would bump it up to Class B and then she'd literally be fucked. This was a wakeup call. Rae also noticed that despite the pronouncement of a free-for all on her naked body, the room had remained quiet as a monastery. No one else wanted to risk running afoul of Mr. Wilson.
"Yes sir," she said with defeat.
"Put your things on your desk, your clothes as well, and then come bend over the desk."
Reginald Wilson, though stoic on the outside, was quite pleased with this turn of events. He had been teaching for nearly thirty years, most of those were during the more liberal, kids-couldn't-really-be bad mentality that made teachers the bad guys and gave students a free pass to do whatever they wanted, or in most cases, nothing they didn't want to do. Reginald had been forced to pass students who had no greater grasp of an education than the desks they sat at. Well, the pendulum had finally swung the other direction. Society had gotten fed up. Rae Brooks was about to face the music and he was oh so happy to sing the tune.
As he watched Rae approaching the desk, stark naked, with her pert breasts bouncing with each step and the dark patch of pubic hair on her mons visible in all its glory, he realized that this was going to be more than just justice, more than retribution. Reginald went to great lengths to disassociate sexually from his students. Sometimes, when he'd catch a glimpse of boobs down some girl's shirt when she'd sit just so, or the yoga pants they would wear would cleave to the folds of their labia or cling to their tight little asses like the skin God gave them, it would be difficult, but for the most part, he managed. But this, there was no way to disassociate this. Rae Lynn Brooks was beautiful, outwardly at least. She was one of those rare girls who looked better naked than clothed. Most girls could usually derive some benefit from clothing to enhance their appearance either by hiding flaws or accentuating strengths. Rae Brooks had no flaws that he could see. Some might suggest she could benefit from larger breasts. But Reginald knew that for those men, there was no such thing as too big. Rae's grapefruit sized breasts stood out proudly from her chest, not a hint of sag and every curve of her body was in perfect proportion. Reginald was aware that perfect proportions were subject to debate, but he honestly doubted that very many would be willing to argue against those of Rae Lynn Brooks. She tossed her chocolate brown tresses over her shoulder as she bent obediently over the desk, bare ass facing the rest of the class.
Reginald grabbed his paddle from his desk drawer. It was regulation. The school didn't want to face any lawsuits related to injuries from improperly administered corporal punishment, so they provided approved paddles and all teachers and staff had actually had to attend training seminars. He was right-handed so he stood to Rae's left so as to have room to swing. "Spread your legs, please, Miss Brooks."
Rae believed that he only said this so that she would be even more exposed and degraded, and while there may have been some truth to that, Reginald's primary concern was lowering her posterior for accuracy. This was Reginald Wilson's first time administering corporal punishment and he didn't want to fuck it up.
"Count each swat out loud, please, Miss Brooks," he said.
Whack! Reginald felt the satisfying smack of his paddle against Rae's left ass cheek. It pained him a bit to see the redness flare up. He didn't want to cause her pain. But then again, he reasoned, she was a little pain in the ass. She had this coming.
"One!" Damn! That hurt! Rae thought. She did not want to show weakness, but . . . damn! That hurt!
Whack! Reginald took care to smack her right ass cheek this time. He figured it would be best to alternate.
"Two!" Shit! Rae thought. This is much more painful than she anticipated. And yet, the realization that everyone in the classroom was looking at her naked ass getting whupped sent a tingle, unrelated to the pain, to her groin.
Whack! Left cheek again. Damn this girl had a fine firm ass, Reginald thought.
"Three!" Great! My pussy is getting wet, Rae realized. Perfect. As though this isn't humiliating enough, she thought.
Whack! Right cheek. Is that moisture I see on her labia? Reginald wondered. At that realization, any pretense that Reginald had about disassociating sex with his students crumbled. He felt a stirring in his loins.
"Four!" The more Rae thought about everyone staring at her bare ass and dripping pussy, the more turned on she became. Who knew that humiliation could make someone so horny!
Whack! Left again. Reginald could see the much more pronounced wetness between the folds of Rae Lynn's pussy. He felt his cock harden and he couldn't even bring himself to think of anything but the hot sexy body of the student whose ass he was beating.
