Misty lay in the darkened bedroom of the Temporary Housing Apartment above one of the Halcyon classroom buildings. It was a disturbingly nice flat--a fully furnished apartment with artwork depicting female nudes, a full kitchen (stocked), a grand bath chamber (with both a regular and a Japanese-style squat toilet), and a bedroom with a king-sized bed she lay on now.
Kelvin was in the other room taking care of something--he would come back to bed soon, she knew--and she was modified to realize she was looking forward to it.
He had fucked her. That was the proper term to use and he had explained that if she offered herself to be 'fucked' it would be as a master to a slave--as a dominant to a submissive--that he would be teaching her how to give sexual pleasure, how to be properly "taken" and that her pleasure, in this sort of arrangement, would be an afterthought.
He was not going to Take her--to fuck her--without her permission, but if she gave it, he would show her the advanced points of what her Sexual Technique class would be teaching her. Acting as the slave-girl, she'd committed to being for the day, she'd asked him to fuck her. She'd used the awful, degrading words Alexi had offered, asking her master to use her in her cunt, her anus, and her mouth, in that order if he desired.
She was terribly sore now--especially in her rear-most opening--but it was a good soreness--at least, she thought it was. She wore a pajama-like straight jacket. The arms long, trapping and immobilizing her arms and hands and socketed into bindings behind her. It used silky-straps around the waist to hold her there--making the top difficult or perhaps impossible to get off. He'd put an adult diaper on her before fastening the strap between her legs. He'd applied talcum powder and oil and cleaned her delicately with wipes before fastening it at her hips. That had been both pleasurable and mortifyingly humiliating in ways even the fucking hadn't been.
Now she lay there, knees pulled up, arms crossed around her and bound, the bulk of the adult undergarment present between her thighs. As her mind began to drift towards sleep, the battle inside her that raged against herself over whether she had enjoyed the event (SURELY NOT!) or not (IT HAD BEEN DEGRADING IN THE EXTREME, SHE HADN'T CUM!) begin to slip from her grasp.
Her eyes softly closed, she didn't see or hear Kelvin enter the room, observe her for moments, and then slip into the bed behind her, turning to embrace her gently, his body behind hers.
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The Rest of the Horrible Day
She'd been taken, still in the awful slave outfit, still leashed and collared, across the large quad and up one of the stairs to a class building where Kelvin had stood watch as a Prefect, her squatting beside him. He'd ordered her to arrange herself so her knees pointed outwards, displaying her inner thighs and her sex. The slave-girl metallic thong hid nothing and even accentuated her nether-lips by forcing them apart in a shame-drenched core of exposure!
Students had looked or even stared, more girls than boys were on the campus and she'd endured pointing fingers, flashing wicked smiles, stares of pity or disbelief, and other general interests--but with Kelvin standing by none approached, and a girl who moved to take a picture with her phone, quickly put it away with just a glance from him and a slight, but cutting glare.
It had been awful--the relentless attention felt like merciless 'heat lamps' warming and illuminating the most intimate and shameful parts of her body. She felt flooded with almost suffocating self-consciousness as her mind howled with every imperfection, flaw, vulnerability the position and uniformed displayed. All the eyes! The... interest. Feeling like she was a fascinating object to the people walking past... having them observe her humiliation and savor it--oh, it was torture as much as any of the punishments had been!
Surely she would combust from this? No. Apparently not. The wailing, howling of her tortured pride and flayed dignity just went on and on in her head, behind her cheeks, through her body while somehow, maybe most offensively of all, her arousal managed to rise.
It was infuriating and demoralizing that Kelvin knew this turned her on. She wanted him to feel guilty for tormenting her, or feel pity on her--or anything! Anything but understanding that this humiliation made her channel lubricate as if it were readying her to be pentrated, that the attention of so many inflamed some dreadful desire to be seen.
The betrayal by her body and her stupid emotions and fantasies stung as much as the burning pysical sensation of her morning punishments! Maybe more!
He'd had to take her to pee several times. After the first it was mostly psychological, he'd said, but not an uncommon reaction to arousal--one she was likely not familiar with at 'this level.'
The whole thing had been mortifying. She'd squirmed and whimpered and mentally begged the ground to swallow her up.
His last chore of the day was to go to a "spanking station" and discipline a few students who had earned 'after-class-LCP,' which stood for 'light corporal punishment.'
"Generally it's given out by teachers who like the student and want her--or him--to have something extra for their lesson, without going through a full holding-them-after-class session."
"Like my teacher did with me?" she'd asked.
"Sort of," he'd said. "Not really. What those two came up with was... rare. Having a prefect discipline you is certainly ordinary enough--but usually it's a fairly quick punishment, possibly with some time in a humiliation frame. Not as intricate as what they asked for."
His voice was calm and explanatory, giving little hint as to whether he considered her an imposition or not--but she could tell he was thoroughly enjoying her embarrassment... and seemed to like explaining things to her.
"The students sent to me here are going to get a light spanking with a minimal lecture. The position won't be as explicit as the one I had you perform--although a good spankee will adopt it regardless. It's meant to sting a bit, and be humiliating--but otherwise a quick correction and nothing on their base disciplinary record."
Misty had nodded, not fully understanding.
"Of course, I usually don't get assigned here, being the Spanking Team Lead," he said, sounding slightly... self-conscious. "Today was an oddity in several ways, I guess. But none of the students sent here are going to expect me."
"Would they--I mean, a bunch of them recognized you," she said. "In the atrium."
Her question about Joining The Spanking Team had absolutely delighted Alexi--but Kelvin had been very abruptly clear that it was to be tabled until later and not spoken of until he decided to address it.
Misty had gotten a feeling she'd crossed a line--but he was calm about it, simply laying down further rules (not to address it until he decided to) and left it at that. She had a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach--and slightly below--that he was, indeed, going to "get back to it."
"Freshmen and freshgirls may not recognize me," he said. "For the girls, you'll get a good idea of who is on the FoxTails Spanking Team just being around them. You'll hear things. The boys, the same--but for the sophomores and up? Yes--a lot of them will know who I am. Unfortunately I wound up being something of a celebrity here... and at other schools."
"Other schools?" Misty was confused.
"The Teams usually... address... students from other schools. Apparently I have a fierce reputation," he gave a slightly lopsided smile at that. Misty squirmed. She was going to say more, but the door opened and a girl strode in--and stopped dead.
"Oh," she said, covering her mouth. Her thighs snapped together, and she'd blushed hot and red.
"I'm handling LCP here today," he'd said, sitting in the armless chair with Misty, leashed and collared kneeling on a foam mat off to the side. "Let's have the ticket. We'll get this over with."
The girl's confidence was clearly shattered. She came forward, somewhat timidly, her eyes darting to Misty and back. She held out a yellow paper at arms length like Kelvin might bite her if she got too close--a dangerous lion.
"Ignore the freshgirl," Kelvin instructed. "She's being trained. Let me see--" he took the ticket and looked it over. "Okay, Nadia, you were to report clothed and take 12 on the bottom--bared OTK. You know the drill."
After a moment of her standing, looking shocked, he gently took her arm and she went compliantly over his lap. From Misty's position, she could see him raise her skirts, and lower her panties. She was fully waxed. The panties bore a panty liner that seemed extra humiliating. She went over his lap and Misty watched her spread her legs and slightly push her buttocks out. Clearly this was an expected agony for her. Kelvin was patient.
"Too much talking in class," He said. He placed a hand on her buttock, and Misty caught the faint lift of her hips to meet it. "You'll think of this next time you're inclined to do so, I think."
"Yes, sir--K-Kelvin," she squeaked, adding his name at the end in a jumble.
He gave an easy, friendly laugh. "I'm not a knight," he rubbed the proffered buttock. "Sir will do fine for this. I'm going to begin."
"Sorry--Oh!" she gasped, the last as his hand landed with a firm smack on her rear.
Misty felt her nethers clench with each spank. The girl was desperately battling to hold her position, but while the smacks were not loud or hard, she seemed overcome by the embarrassment of being over Kelvin's lap, and forces other than pain sought for her to close her legs!
He rubbed over the pinkened skin. "All done. Go pee--it's training for doing so after sex." He gave her bottom a pat, and the girl startled straightened, gave him a slight nod, a panicked sounding '"Thank you, sir," and fled the room, her panties not even fully up.
He watched her go. "She'll remember this for the wrong reasons," he said, shaking his head slightly. "Still, she won't want to go through it again." He checked an app on his phone. "Looks like three more, Misty-slave. You doing okay?"
"Yes, master," she said softly. She was... not doing as well as she sounded. She was squirming in a potent urgency that seemed to her to be coming from some alien place within her. She had experienced times, usually related to her monthly hormones and cycle, where sexual arousal become actively uncomfortable and the only thing to do was to slink off somewhere and masturbate, less for pleasure and more to just... relieve the 'pressure.' This felt horrifyingly like that and the idea that the tension she was suffering might not simply abate scared her. What if it lingered, going for any awful annoyance to an active torment.
What if it got worse!?
Kneeling next to the boy--whom she hardly knew--in a state of disgrace--having to call him master, to not use her name--was a game, to be sure--but it was also a game with potential punishments she both dreaded and... fantasized about.
