Officially, the Free Use program was meant only for non-violent prisoners of the State. In certain instances of delinquency, however, an exception could be made. And as it happened to be in the case of Rebecca Brooks, a small-time enterprising cat burglar and a student in her last year in, her parents had been more than willing to sign off on the necessary paperwork to ensure a thorough rehabilitation.
Of course, given her age, just barely over eighteen, there were certain things that were off limits. Things like the actual free use part of the curriculum and its less than subtle implications. That didn't mean that the rest of it was as well though, and so standing at the front of her classroom located on the second floor of West Park High, Rebecca swallowed hard against the bright pink collar wrapped around her neck. Pink because she was still a student living under the jurisdiction of her parents, the judge had told her, and with the option of upgrading to a red one the very next year if she didn't behave. The fact that it also just so happened to match the current color of her blush was just the icing on the cake.
"Now," said Mrs. Barton, her homeroom teacher, "Who can tell me what a clitoris is?"
Blinking hard, Rebecca stared off into the distance as she tried not to focus too much on the question. Already, the edges of her vision were starting to blur from the shame. At least for now nobody seemed too eager to answer. Then, Alex Carter, smart aleck and resident teacher's pet, just had to go and ruin it in the very next moment as he raised his hand from the front row of the class.
"From page 237 of the textbook," he began, his voice radiating with confidence, "The clitoris is a part of the female genitalia. It's located at the top of the vulva and is primarily involved in sexual arousal and orgasm. It is also one of the most sensitive erogenous zones in the female body."
He smiled as he beamed up from behind his glasses, the beginning of a self-satisfied smirk already starting to spread across his face, and Rebecca let out a sigh as she grit her teeth. Well, wasn't he quite the knowledgeable one? The feeling wasn't helped at all by the way she was standing with her legs spread apart and her hands placed on top of her head so the entire class could see every last inch of her developed and mature frame. Or maybe not as developed as she would have liked when it came to certain key areas. Swallowing hard, she tried not to notice as the collar grew another fraction of an inch tighter around her neck. The fact that the miniature sized lumps on her chest weren't exactly on par with the rest of the girls she knew wasn't something she was proud of to say the least.
Her torment had only just begun, however, as Mrs. Barton turned towards her again.
"Very good, Alex," she said, flashing him an approving look, "And for the next question, could you please point to where it is?"
"Err...," said Alex.
There was a pause as the boy hesitated, looking uncertain for once in his life.
"Just the general area will do," said Mrs. Barton, "No need to be specific. It is a little bit obscured after all, especially given the current state of our... specimen."
A snicker erupted from the back of the room, and Rebecca felt her entire face flush red. Alex as well, as he squirmed at the embarrassment of being caught flatfooted. For all his shame though, it paled in comparison to hers, and from where she was standing at the front of the class it felt like there were a million pairs of eyes boring into her, their gazes glued tightly to the smoothness of her vulva and the obvious lack of any hair. Fully waxed and gone from the moment she was forced to enroll in the program.
Briefly, she glanced over towards the sad pile of clothes that was her school uniform folded up on the teacher's desk. Her panties lay right next to it, and for what seemed like the thousandth time that day since the lesson had started, she wished she could melt into the floor and disappear. Of course, she thought bitterly, it would truly be the end of her this time if she tried to do that. Insubordination on top of whatever other charges the police had managed to throw at her, and this time she didn't exactly have the luxury of being judged a first-time offender. That opportunity was long past. If only she had been a little more careful about scoping out the corner store located at the end of the street before she had tried to go in. Just her luck to be caught sneaking about at the wrong time and wrong place. All she wanted was a couple of extra dollars to buy an online subscription for a game she liked to play. It wasn't as if she had tried to rob a bank.
Biting down on the inside of her cheek, Rebecca continued to face forward, her gaze slowly focusing in on the empty spot that lay just behind her desk. That was where she was supposed to be sitting right now, next to her best friend Emily who was currently doubled over in laughter with her eyes looking like they were about to pop out of her head. And in any other circumstance, she would be right there beside her doing exactly the same thing. Only that standing here naked in front of the entire class, the entire situation didn't seem as funny as she had imagined.
"Now, everyone," Mrs. Barton chided, raising a hand to quieten the room. "It's alright not to know. Remember, we're here to learn after all, not make fun of others."
It hardly seemed to work though, as the giggling continued. Taking in another deep breath, Rebecca shifted in place. It was hard not to cringe as the teacher walked forward and waved for her to spread her legs.
"A little wider now, if you please," she said.
