Punishment Number 2 (ws, scat, caution, exhib, humil)

Jeanette was the second person in as many days to violate the professor's dress code, forbidding the wearing of panties in class.  The first person was forced to write 'I will not violate the dress code again' with a pencil stuck up her ass and then remain naked for twenty-four hours, but apparently the lesson wasn't learned, because Jeanette violated the same rule just one day later.  So something far more horrible was needed.  This punishment would turn out to be the most horrible one ever doled out the whole year.

While class was in session, the professor asked Jeanette to stand and strip in the lecture hall.  She knew better than to object or even to dilly-dally.  She stripped immediately, bent over to put her clothes neatly on the floor (professor's rule) then stood up again, covering her breasts with her hands.  "I'll tell you the punishment, Jeanette.  Come to the front of the room, and face your fellow students. I want them to see the expression on your face as I tell you."

Slowly, Jeanette walked to the front of the room, still covering her breasts with her hands. Tears ran down her cheeks. She was shaking.  For a minute, it looked like she would collapse on the floor next to the professor, but she mustered the strength to turn around and face the students. Suddenly, she realized most eyes were on her privates, so she hunched over and moved one hand to cover them, and tried to cover both breasts with one arm.

The professor saw Jeanette was uncomfortable standing naked with so many eyes on her.  He appeared to take pity on her, and gave her a white T-shirt. In large block letters, the T-shirt read "I am being punished for violating the dress code."  He said, "Go ahead, put it on."  Jeanette put it on. It was an extra large T-shirt, and Jeanette was a short girl, so it covered her down to her knees. She felt much better now, and straightened up.

The professor rummaged under his desk, and came up with a white bucket. "This is a one gallon bucket," he said, dropping it on his desk.  A look of terror crossed Jeanette's face as the professor continued.  "You will drink water, and then fill up the bucket. Do you think you can do it?"

Jeanette tried to comprehend the meaning of the question.  "I don't know," Jeanette said quietly. "How do I get the water into the bucket?" An uneasy laughter erupted from the students. Jeanette blushed when she understood she would have to urinate into the bucket.

"Well it won't be easy," the professor continued, "because your feet will be tied to rings imbedded in the concrete, and the bucket will be eight feet in front of you. So you'll need to have good aim. No spitting or throwing. And you have to keep yourself and your area clean."

Jeanette started to wonder how long it would take to pee a gallon. A day? Two days? A week? "I'll starve to death," she said in a low voice, barely audible.

"No, you won't. I've arranged for plenty of food and water to be brought to you.  Your trash will be removed, but no one except you will be allowed to handle any of your bodily functions. Feel free to sleep if you're tired, there's no rule against that. When the bucket is half full, you'll be given a chair to sit in, which will serve as a reward, and you will be much more comfortable."

"Is that it, then?" Jeanette said.

"That's it," said the professor. "Remember, you'll need to keep yourself and your area clean. If any mess is found on you or in your area, then the bucket will be dumped, and you'll need to start over."

Jeanette started to think about the kind of mess that might happen if she were tied to one spot for more than a day or so.  She understood she would piss into the bucket, and hoped that would not be a problem.  Gradually she realized it would take a long time to fill the bucket, and she might need to take a crap before the ordeal was over.  In fact, she felt her bowels starting to move just thinking about it.  "Can I freshen up first?" she asked.

"No, your punishment begins right away. If you try to run away or cheat in any way, you will be failed for the semester. Now go and put the bucket down on the mark, and lock yourself to the rings. Class dismissed."

Jeanette took the bucket, which contained a pair of ankle cuffs with short chains and combination locks, and headed to the punishment area, followed by half the class.  They were anxious to see what this torture would be like for Jeanette.  She set the bucket down on the mark and padlocked her ankles to the rings buried in the concrete.

The professor had said twice to "keep herself and her area clean."  Jeanette knew this meant she couldn't crap, but how could she hold it?  She did some mental calculations.  I won't piss more than I drink, she thought, and I might not get even half of it in the bucket, so I'll have to drink two gallons of water while I'm here.  I'll probably be here for two days, she calculated.  I can't hold my bowels that long.  She kept thinking.  At some point, I'll have to let it out, but I can't go on the sidewalk, because I have to keep my area clean.  This must be what the professor meant.  So I'll have to go in my hands.  That's disgusting, she thought.  She pictured herself holding her own steaming turds in her hands.  But I can't hold my crap forever.  And I have to keep myself clean, too.  To survive this punishment, I will have to figure out something to do with the crap.  Oh, she thought, that's why the professor said no one else will be allowed to handle my bodily functions.  She kept thinking, and thinking, but she didn't know what she could possibly do with the crap.  Then a horrible thought dawned on her.  The professor expected her to eat it.  She looked at the boys and girls gathered around her.  Did they know she would have to eat it?  Were they waiting to see her do it?

The group of people that had gathered around Jeanette grew in number.  This audience stared at Jeanette. Jeanette stared back, wearing the T-shirt with the ridiculous words on it, "I am being punished for violating the dress code". Shortly, several people approached Jeanette with bottles of water, which she set down next to her. After a bit, someone called out, "You might as well get started, Jeanette." Jeanette kept staring, and soon tears started running down her cheeks.

Donna felt sorry for her, went over to her, and put her arm around Jeanette's shoulders.  "I'm going to have to eat it," she said.

Donna understood what Jeanette meant, because she had been thinking along similar lines.  But she didn't want to let Jeanette know, so she pretended not to hear.  Donna picked up one of the water bottles, and handed it to Jeanette. "Drink," she said softly, and stroked Jeanette's breasts softly through her shirt. Jeanette drank the water, and held out the empty bottle. Someone took it and threw it away. Jeanette drank another bottle, and another.

Soon came the moment the crowd was waiting for. Jeanette's first try for the bucket. She lifted her shirt just above her pussy, and a cheer erupted as the audience saw what was happening.  She was still trying to me as modest as she could, under the circumstances.  She didn't lift the shirt any higher than necessary.  She tried to let go, but nothing happened. By now she was so focused on the task at hand, she began to neglect her modesty and lift her shirt higher.  Finally, a stream of pee escaped from between her legs.  Unfortunately, it went almost straight down, wetting her right leg and foot. Some people in the crowd laughed at this pathetic attempt. For her second try, Jeanette bent her legs, and separated her knees.   The stream went out in front of her this time, but all of a sudden she lost her balance and let go of her shirt, which fell back in front of her, and got wet from the pee.  She lifted the shirt again, spread her legs wide apart, and crouched on the ground.  She used her hands to steady herself, but this cause the shirt to fall down again.  Every person in the audience seemed utterly fascinated by the waterworks between Jeanette's legs.  All eyes were focused on it.  She tried to lift the shirt up again, but it wouldn't stay up.  Finally she realized she would have to take the shirt right off.  She stood up, and debated.  Maybe she could hold her pea a little longer, and the audience would get smaller.  But then a surge of pain hit her as her bladder ached for release.  Her knees buckled from the fear of what was about to happen: she would have to get completely naked, and pea in front of all these people.  With her heart beating like a jackhammer, she crossed her arms in front of her, and pulled up on the hem of her shirt.  With one quick motion -- like taking off a Band-Aid -- she stripped herself naked.  The crowd cheered wildly.  Then without any hesitation, she crouched down, and started to piss. The stream went straight out in front of her, and some hit the sides of the bucket, but it didn't have the arc necessary to get in the bucket. Then Jeanette leaned back with her hands behind her, and spread her knees as far apart as they could go, and the stream went high over the bucket, scattering some members of the audience. That'll keep 'em back, Jeanette thought.  By bending her knees more, and straightening her arms, she was able to control the flow so it went in the bucket. The crowd cheered. Finally the flow stopped.  She tried one more time, but her stream was too weak to reach the bucket.  She stood up to the cheering of the crowd, then suddenly remembered she was naked.  She put her shirt back on, and drank more water.

Jeanette spent most of her time standing with her T-shirt on. This kept her covered up pretty well. Every half hour or so, she would take off her shirt to pee, and then put it right back on again. After about two hours, she got very tired of standing, but she hesitated to sit down on the pavement, because she didn't see how she could do it modestly. Her legs were shackled about three feet apart. Finally, she just couldn't take it any more, and just sat down, immodest as this position was.  This punishment was humiliating anyway, but, somehow, the humiliation excited her, and that made her even more humiliated.  In a weird way she started to like that feeling of excitement brought on by the humiliation, so she stopped covering up.  She let the audience get a full view of her twat as she sat on the sidewalk with her legs apart.  Every now and then, she would get up to pee. Her aim had gotten quite good, and the majority of the liquid found its way into the bucket.

A murmur of excitement went through the audience as they realized something odd was starting to happen. Jeanette stood up, and an expression of deep concentration came over her face, and she began trembling. She looked at the pavement under her, then looked up at the crowd. Beads of sweat formed on her upper lip and forehead. The crowd sensed something was wrong, and became more attentive. Jeanette lifted the back of her shirt, clasped both her hands against her cheeks and moaned. Some people started walking around to Jeanette's backside, and saw Jeanette's worst fear coming true. Her asshole was dilated, and a small turd peeked out of it. Jeanette remembered all too well what the professor had said about bodily functions.  Her bucket was nearly half full, so she couldn't make a mess.  Her worst fear was that she would make a mess, and her bucket would be dumped. She hated the idea of starting over at this point. She held it in as long as she could, but it finally got the better of her, and the turd dropped to the ground. The crowd cheered.

Jeanette's first reaction was to cover her face with her hands, and she tried to think what to do. She couldn't just leave the turd there, or she would lose the pee she collected. She gathered her strength, and gingerly bent down, and picked up the turd with the thumb and index finger of her right hand. She had been dreading this moment for hours.  Though she had been racking her brain, she couldn't see any other option.  The crowd gasped as she brought the steaming turd up to her face, then moaned as she slowly opened her mouth, and cried out as one when she took a bite.  Soon she was stuffing it in as if she were very hungry.  She really just wanted to get this over with. Soon her teeth and lips were soon as brown as her fingers.  Her cheeks were bulging because she couldn't bring herself to swallow it.  She took another bite, and another, and finally popped the rest of it in her mouth, and kept chewing. Her mouth was so full of shit, she chewed with her mouth open. The crowd groaned, roared, and cheered with a mixture of disgust and excitement.  They couldn't pull their eyes away from the spectacle. Finally, she swallowed, then she gagged, but she didn't throw up. Now she needed to take off her shirt but her hands and face were dirty, and she couldn't risk dirtying her shirt. She looked at her hands.  They were both dirty, but her right hand was much worse than her left.  To the disgust and delight of the audience, she licked the fingers of her right hand. With her left hand, she picked up a water bottle, and poured just a bit in her right hand, and rubbed her face. She repeated this several times, and soon her hands and face looked clean. Then she took off her shirt and put it on the ground. The crowd expected her to release some more liquid, so they were surprised to see her squat with both hands under her. She used both hands to coax an enormous brown shit out of her butt, this one even bigger than the last, then stood there another fifteen minutes eating it.  This time the audience stood silently watching the naked girl standing straight up, her legs apart, her pussy wet, eating her own shit as if she enjoyed it.  She took her time, and swallowed after each bite.  She remembered almost barfing after her first turd meal, and didn't want to actually hurl this time because that would be an even bigger mess.

The sun was starting to come up again, and Jeanette relaxed now the worst was over. The bucket was half full, so a chair was delivered. Although the chair was more comfortable than the ground, it afforded the same lack of modesty as the ground. It was actually worse now, because the last of her classmates left her during the night, and a new and larger crowd was gathered now. Jeanette was very tired, though, and didn't care about modesty. She sat in the chair with her legs wide open, drank two more bottles of water, then leaned back, and went to sleep. She slept soundly, and didn't wake up until it was dark again. At first, she didn't remember where she was. Then it all came back to her. She took off her shirt, peed into the bucket, put her shirt on again, and sat down. The bucket was three-quarters full now. Soon she should be able to finish it, she thought. She continued drinking and peeing, and by morning, the bucket was full, and Jeanette had to poop again. She hoped someone would come and release her before she had to go, so she held it. Finally, one of her classmates came out and told her the combination. Jeanette had to poop so bad she had trouble with the combination locks, but finally the locks opened.

Jeanette started to run for the bathroom, but her classmate said she had to go back to class now, and check in with the professor. So she held her legs together and walked as fast as she could to the classroom. The professor said, "Give me the T-shirt, and I'll give you your clothes back."

"I really need to go-o-o," said Jeanette hopping up and down and squeezing her legs together.

The professor didn't acknowledge Jeanette's comment, and just remained motionless with his hand out. Jeanette took off her shirt, gave it to the professor, and took her dress and panties. No sooner did Jeanette put on her panties than the professor said, "You're in violation of the dress code, for wearing panties, Jeanette!" Suddenly Jeanette was overcome with a hideous fear: would the professor make her do this all over again?  Or worse?  Just then, she let go of her bowels, and made a load in her panties. She looked at the professor with the saddest expression he had ever seen. "But I'll let it go this time."