Susan Mitchell had somehow fallen asleep which was surprising to her given she was bound naked inside a wooden barrel suspended several feet off the ground in the main foyer of her private high school. She had endured several hours of abuse at the hands of her fellow students and some teachers as the had tickled her sensitive feet that stuck out from the bottom of the barrel. Still wearing the scold's bridle around her head, with the gag in her mouth, she had been unable to call out for help.
Mr. Rydberger, the teacher who had put her in this position, as well as having heaped other abuse upon her the previous day, greeted her as she awoke. With the help of the school's sadistic headmaster, the barrel was lowered to the floor and Susan was released. She was relieved to realize she had managed not to urinate on herself inside the barrel but she desperately needed the bathroom now. Rydberger undid the straps around her head and released the girl from her gag, leaving her still bound in the metal handcuffs that were now part of her everyday life.
"Miss Mitchell," he said, "thank you for your help yesterday. It was very informative to the history department. We have a few more devices we would like to demonstrate, so please go upstairs and clean yourself off, grab some breakfast and meet me back here before period 1." With Krutz standing by, Susan knew she had no choice to obey so she plodded upstairs to the girls' dormitory to take a shower. She was starving, having eaten or drank nothing since yesterday morning, so a trip to the cafeteria was also in order before she returned to her daily abuse.
When Susan arrived again in the foyer, the object placed in front of her scared her. It was a wooden platform that resembled a saw horse, with two pieces of wood attached to it that came to a point at the top,
"You may recognize the wooden horse, also known as the Spanish Donkey", Rydberger said to the girl, noticing the fear in her eyes. "We have taken the liberty of rounding and smoothing the top of the device as well as adding a little padding. We wouldn't want to harm that beautiful pussy of yours," he said, pausing. "Too much, that is."
The teacher led Susan over to the device and lifted her onto it. The sharp point settled between her legs and she was glad it had been positioned at such a height that her feet still touched the floor, reducing the pressure on her sensitive sex.
Rydberger pulled her handcuffed hands over her head and fastened them to the chains that had previously held the barrel. "I'll be bringing my classes by throughout the day to see how you are doing," he said.
Sure enough, not long after, a group of students were gathered around the naked cheerleader's body as she was pinned on the wooden horse. The size of the group was much larger than one class and she knew some other teachers must have decided to get in on the lesson. Rydberger was explaining the use of the wooden horse to the assembled students, how it had been used to get confessions from women accused of being witches as well as its current use as a sexual dominance device, something that made Susan wonder if she was the first girl to sit on this particular horse.
"Right now, Miss Mitchell is experiencing some slight discomfort," the teacher said. "Something unlikely to cause a confession. We can address that." With the help of two students, metal pegs in each of the sawhorse's legs were removed and Susan felt herself being lifted into the air, the full weight of the triangle digging into her flesh. The pegs were re-inserted and she now stood on tiptoe. The chains over her head were tightened, pulling her arms further up, which actually relieved some of the pressure on her pussy.
"We'll go back to the classroom now and come back next period to see how our subject is getting along," Rydberger said.
The pain in Susan's crotch was becoming unbearable, made even worse by the knowledge she was likely to be spending the entire day impaled upon the donkey. The second class arrived later and seemed even larger than the first. Rydberger addressed Susan and the class, "Since we have not seen a confession yet by our suspected witch, we need to increase her discomfort. First, we will place this ball gag in her mouth. If she isn't going to confess, then she doesn't need to be able to speak or scream". The teacher pried Susan's lips apart and shoved the red ball in her mouth and tightened the straps.
"Now, we need to increase the pressure," he said. Again the metal pegs were removed and Susan was lifted even higher into the air so her feet now dangled a foot off the ground. Her entire weight was now being pressed down against the rounded top of the wooden horse and even the rounded shape did little to reduce the intense pain she now felt.