CHRISTINA'S SCHOOL FOR WAYWARD GIRLS

BY KENNA
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[ part 5 ]

As Shanna has straightened her clothes back to their original condition, I hand Sierra her shirt back. I assume it’s my call and she looks cute in it. Mr. Crawford leads the way with Shanna at his heels, two steps back. I follow a few more steps back so it doesn’t look like I’m following Shanna, with Sierra two steps behind me.

The teacher leads us to steps and we go downstairs. The dungeon, as he called it, is in the basement. I am reminded that most of the girls are receiving single treatment and attention as we pass an 8-year-old on a leash. She has a costume and makeup on that make her look like a cat. She is following a female teacher up the stairs from the dungeon.

As we step through a set of double doors, I see a girl about my age getting photographed as if in a professional setting. One of the female teachers is acting as photographer while the girl is primping and preening like a professional model. I have to do a double take and stare for a moment as I notice that this girl’s lesson in humility is that she has makeup on that makes her look disfigured. She has blotches on her face, a wart, and blackened teeth. Yet she is smiling for the camera.

Through another set of double doors and we enter the dungeon. On one wall of the detention room, there are four girls chained. Two are facing out and the other two are facing the wall. Four different grade levels and four different body types are represented. I find my eyes on the end girl. She is facing out. Her body is just that kind of body that Mr. Crawford was describing as he fondled Shanna. She may be sixth or seventh grade, but it is that girl-woman look that caught my eye. I wonder if I already had a preference of ages.

Mr. Crawford picks up two rolls of black electrical tape from a shelf and hands one to me. He doesn’t need to say anything. I know I am to follow his lead. “Hands back,” he says to Shanna. She puts her hands behind her back and interlaces her fingers. He unrolls the tape and wraps it around her wrists. Without breaking the tape, he wraps it around her hands again and again.

“Hands back,” I say to Sierra. She interlaces her fingers behind her back and I start wrapping her hands. An occasional glance at Shanna’s progress and I am assured that I am to wrap Sierra’s hands completely. When I’m done, she can’t free her hands.

“A little bit of logistics,” says Mr. Crawford to me. “Four girls fit on a wall. That’s how many tie up points there are.” I notice that the four girls are all along one wall, one wall is taken up by the doors, and the other two walls all have four tie up points as he said. “Always take the next position in line for your girl.” He takes Shanna and pushes her against the wall in the first spot along the next wall. He turns her to face the wall, and grabs a rope that’s hanging from the ceiling. “You take the next spot,” he points next to Shanna.

I put Sierra right next to Shanna, facing the wall, and grab the next rope. He pulls down those tight, sheer shorts that Shanna has been wearing all day that invite all to “Spank These.” He threads the rope between Shanna’s legs and ties it around her waist. I’ve seen this before in dad’s office, so I know what to do. As he’s doing it, he’s talking to Shanna. I can’t quite make out what he’s saying, but I know he’s teasing her.

So, I improvise. As I feed the rope between her pussy lips, I say, “Didn’t ever think I’d get this personal with you, Sierra.” I remember that Mr. Crawford said our acquaintance could be used to make the humiliation even better. “I’m having a good time, how about you? I’ve been wanting to tie your ass up in the air for a while now. Such a tight ass. Maybe later I’ll squeeze those precious titties of yours. Will you tell the whole detention room how much you like me to do that?” It takes me a little longer to get the rope tied around Sierra’s waist, but I get it done. Then we both pull the other end of the rope, raising our girl’s ass up into the air until she’s on her tiptoes.

He hands me a flogger and picks up one for himself. Their asses are presented perfectly for a spanking. “Another point of logistics,” he says. “I try to arrive between 9:30 and 10:00. It fills up quick in the morning around 8:00, but as you can see, it clears out again. It gets busy a little bit later. Then, we’ll leave.” He shrugs as me as if to say, shall we begin? Then he slaps the flogger across Shanna’s ass. I notice that he doesn’t do it very hard, so I copy him.

Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, the flogger slaps on Sierra’s ass over and over. The gentle repetition is turning her ass red. When he switches sides, I switch sides. When he pauses, I pause.

“You need to know what you’re looking for,” he says to me. “Don’t stop or change anything based on how she reacts. If she shifts her weight, she’s trying to get you to aim somewhere else. If she moans, she’s trying to tell you to stop or slow down. Don’t. You’re looking for this shade of red. When you get there, stop and let it cool off a little bit.” We stop and wait.

“When it fades to this, start again.” I’m not sure I can tell the difference, but I’m willing to learn. We start again with the constant repetition of the flogger. Whap, whap, whap, it goes on and on while the two girls squirm uncomfortably.

I’ve been so engrossed in Sierra that I haven’t noticed, but now I see that there are a couple of vacancies on the original wall as teachers have taken their students away. There are a total of 10 girls in the room now. The only sounds are the sound of leather or wood on flesh. The girls are trained to endure in silence.

Mr. Crawford stops and sets down his flogger. He lowers the rope until Shanna is standing flatfooted and there is slack in the rope. Then he unties it. I’m right with him. “There’s a couple of ways to achieve the same effect,” he tells me. “The rope through her pussy is pretty personal. This works too.” He tied the end of the rope around her wrists. Then he hauls the rope back up in the air. “See how as her hands go in the air, it forces her shoulders down and her ass out.”

I nod. This also makes her pussy accessible since the rope isn’t in the way anymore. I glance at my watch and see I still have half an hour to hold out.

He continues, “Once you get a girl’s hands tied behind her, you can use her arms as leverage. Lift up and she goes down. Push forward or pull back and she goes where you want or else you pull up and she goes down. It gives you a lot of control.” He pulls the rope up until she’s on her tiptoes and I do the same to Sierra.

Then, he steps back and watches Shanna squirm. It’s a pretty arousing sight to see Sierra’s bare ass up in the air, her slender legs accentuated by being on tiptoes, and her pussy peeking between her firm thighs. The girls stand still, then they shift their weight to a different position, but there’s not much room for them to move.

After I a few minutes, I whisper to Mr. Crawford, “What are we doing?”

He responds just as quiet, but cryptically. “We’re watching. We’re building their character.” Then he explains better. “You try standing on your toes for this long. It gets tiring, then it aches, and then it gets painful. This is all part of character building. Shanna talks about being in the space program. She needs to learn the discipline of being in a space suit for 8 hours or living in cramped quarters for days. She needs to learn to endure like all Wayward Girls must learn it.”

Mr. Crawford points out to me that Sierra suffered especially from the flogging because of the nipple clamps. Each blow jiggled her slightly, making the weight of the clamps just a little bit more noticeable. Every tiny little bounce would have hurt just a little bit more. Then he tells me to take them off now.

I reach around Sierra from behind, putting my hands first on the tummy and then sliding them up to cup her small tits. From there I reach up and take the clamps in my hands and open them slowly, pulling them away from her tortured nipples. As I massage her tits, she groans from even the gentlest touch. Yet, at the same time I feel her grind her hips slowly back against me. I wonder just how sensitive her nipples are and is she in pain or what?

I feel a tug against my shirt as Mr. Crawford pulls me back. He whispers, “I said take off the clamps, not cum in your pants. Now get back on task.”

They’re like that for 30 minutes, suffering in silence until we take them down. The only sound I hear from Sierra is a sigh of relief as she returns her heels to the floor for the first time in half an hour.

Mr. Crawford pulls Shanna’s shorts back into position and we lead the two girls out of the dungeon and up to the classroom. It’s past 11:00 as he tells me that we’re having lunch at noon and I can do anything I want with Sierra from now until then. That gives me about 45 minutes.

I take Sierra’s top off again and start playing with her puffy nipples. I’m getting used to them, but they are still pretty amazing. For the first time I have a chance to put them in my mouth and each nipple is a mouthful on its own. She starts to make nice noises as I suck on them and I figure they must be more sensitive than other girls’ nipples. Once my cock is hard again, I push her to her knees and let her fish out my cock. With perverted pleasure I watch as Mike’s little sister slides her lips down my cock.

During the allotted time, I cum once in her mouth and then once in her pussy. She cums once while I fuck her. Across the room, Mr. Crawford plays the game of “Lick These” and “Spank These” before ad libbing to an unwritten message of “Fuck Here.”

Lunch is no fooling lunch in the cafeteria. The girls are all back in school uniforms and acting like girls again as character building is suspended for lunch. Then the whole bunch of 60 girls goes to the gym. As the gym teacher throws out a bunch of large rubber balls, I recognize the game of dodge ball. They’ve paired up into two teams and start throwing the balls at each other. The little girls are at a disadvantage as the older ones pick them off first.

There is an interesting twist to the game. Each time a girl gets hit, she loses a piece of clothing. And there is a prescribed order of clothing apparently. A second grader takes a ball in the chest and steps out of the firing line to remove her skirt. She dashes back on. Skirts are coming off most of the little girls and a few of the older girls. Blouses start to disappear. Then, girls are running around in just their shoes, knee highs, and panties. I watch as naked girls return to the game, but now when a naked girl gets hit, she’s out. The youngest girls start to line up along one wall of the gym, facing the wall with their hands against the wall.

The game has been going for 30 minutes when it’s narrowed down to just a few of the older, more athletic girls. Most of the survivors are down to their bra and panties or less. I noticed that Sierra lasted quite a while, but she’s been out against the wall and standing with her ass sticking out for a couple of minutes now.

I’m rooting for a senior with big tits to lose her bra and finally about three balls come flying at her simultaneously and she has to take it off. Her D cup tits are bouncing around as she grabs a ball and throws it across the gym. Bam! She takes another ball right between the tits as she’s looking around for a free ball. Now she’s naked, but still has one life left.

The game lasts a few more minutes, but finally there is just one girl left. She’s done well since she still has her bra and panties on. The teachers start to line up in some prearranged order. “Alphabetically by last name,” says Ms. Kwan. She grabs me and puts me right in front of her. Ms. Kitchner slips between us and then Mr. Johnson gets next to me. That’s when Mr. Crawford signals to me. I’m assigned to him, so he wants me in line beside him.

Hannah, the winner of the game, comes looking for me. “Where’s William?” she asks. “William Jackson?”

I step out, wondering what this is all about. Mr. Crawford steps out, too, and says, “If he’s going first, we’ll take the first two, Hannah.”

“OK,” says Hannah. The first two are a couple of first graders. She gives them both a swat on the behind with her bare hand and they let go of the wall and come running over. As they gather up their discarded uniforms, each teacher is matched with a girl. Each girl gets a swat from Hannah and then starts gathering up her uniform. Our two girls follow us back to Mr. Crawford’s classroom.

Again I look to him for explanation on what just happened and what’s going on. “It’s a way of mixing up the girls for the last few minutes of the day,” he explains. “Usually the younger ones get out first and then the older ones. The teachers line up alphabetically, but if we just went A through Z, then Ms. Abbott would always get a first grader. So, the winner gets to pick the starting teacher and we go from there. Hannah picked you to start.

“Unfortunately, first graders aren’t mature enough to fuck. They’re asses are too small and tight and they haven’t learned a decent blowjob yet. I suggest you take Cheryl and let her lick your cock. When you’re ready to cum, jerk off on her pussy. I’ll do the same to Greta and then we’ll make them clean each other’s pussies.”

So, a minute later I’ve got this tiny, soft, warm tongue licking up and down my cock. It feels great and the view of the naked little girl licking my big cock is pretty hot. She doesn’t seem to sure about what’s going on and I remember that first graders have the least amount of discipline training of all the Wayward Girls. She’s eager to please me, but finds it disgusting and doesn’t mind showing in her face. I remember that I’m building her character as I pump my cock and shoot it on her bald little pussy.

At the moment when they’re supposed to clean each other’s slimy pussy, they hesitate, but Mr. Crawford intimidates them with a growl. “Don’t you dare disobey me or you’ll be back here tomorrow for more of the same.” They lap up our cum from each other’s pussy, looking like two miniature lesbians as they part pussy lips with their tongues and dig deep for every drop.