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SCHOOLHOUSE STRETCH 1 (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY M. QUAYLE
[ part 1]
Cecily was having real problems with her assignment. She had one of the
tightest cunts in her class (in fifth grade, her classmates had dubbed
her Glove) and as a result, the news that in her gym class they were
going to be studying the art of Vaginal Muscle Control came as a happy
surprise. She knew she'd have no problem clamping down on *anything*,
from cock to pinky! Cecily practically danced her way to class, sang
while changing, bounced up the stairs to the gym...
and then...
she saw it. The largest dildo she'd *ever* seen. The stupid thing had to
be a foot and a half long, and it was at *least* four inches wide. She
couldn't believe her eyes. Next to it on the table were the usual
assortments, but her attention was totally fixated on the Big One at the
end. She took her seat on the floor in a daze, did the obligatory
stretches as if in a dream, and finally gathered with the other girls
around Mr. Pells, the gym teacher, her cunt clenching spasmodically with
nervous tension and anticipated pain. Her friend Diana pinched her when
he started to speak. She jumped and whispered a thank-you, then sat
cross-legged at his feet with the other girls and listened carefully.
(Getting caught daydreaming in class was a standard two demerits. Every
five, Mr. Pells administered twenty-five strokes. When he was younger,
he'd won the Whipping Olympics, and had definitely not let himself go!
She was pretty sure she didn't want to find out for herself how good he
was...)
Mr. Pells paced back and forth in front of them, slapping his palm with
his riding whip absent-mindedly. "Today, girls, we're going to start
training you in Vaginal Muscle Control. Now I know most of you have
tight little cunts, especially you, Cecily" -- he smiled at her, and she
blushed and giggled -- "but the secret to true vaginal muscle control
isn't just clenching down, it's also relaxing. You have to learn to
streeetch those muscles, as well as contract them. This is going to be a
week-long course, and by the end of it, all of you are going to be
riding (as I call him) The Big One. Probably not with ease, or a great
deal of comfort, but what do I always say?"
"No pain, no pain, Mr. Pells!" the class chorused.
"Very good! Now, Cecily, you do have the tightest snatch in class, so
I'm going to pick you as my demonstratee for this section. The results
are very dramatic, and I want the class to see *just* how much a girl
can be stretched. After all, Nature designed those muscle-bound tunnels
with the head of a baby in mind! The Big One should be absolutely no
problem for most of you -- Cecily may have a big more trouble, but
that's the other reason I'm going to be paying personal attention to
her. Now, class, we're going to get your little cunts warmed up. Go over
to the table and select a dildo that's just a little bit bigger than you
usually use, and a tube of lubricant. I'm setting an 8 inch long, 1 1/2
inch wide maximum, this is supposed to be a warm-up after all! After
you've got your equipment, go over to the dildo mounts and stand next to
one of them. Oh, and girls, since you'll be getting enough of a workout
from the dildos themselves, the lubricant only heats up, to aid in
stretching. Extreme masochists, I'm sorry, but razor-blade, broken-glass
and menstrual cramp lubes cause involuntary contraction of the PC
muscles. You could seriously injure yourselves, up to the point of not
being able to fuck for weeks! And we wouldn't want that. Go to it, girls!"
Period C gym class scattered over to the tables. A few squabbles ensued
over who gets which dildo, but they were quickly settled and the class
moved over to the mounts. Cecily selected a four by one incher and a
tube of lube and ran to catch up with Diana.
The class snapped their dildos onto their respective mounts. The mounts
were a wonderful addition to gym class, bought last year by the PTO.
They looked like a low-to-the ground vaulting horses, with holes in the
tops that the dildos/vibrators snapped into, and allowed the students to
ride the dildos as they would a man. There were also various vibrators
and stimulators built into it. The whole thing was fairly compact, and
didn't make much noise at all, even with all the stimulators turned on.
They were really wonderful, and the school was so grateful to the PTO
that they sent them a special task force of the cream of the school,
sexually speaking, (no pun intended) to entertain them at their next
meeting.
"Cecily, I want you over here on the Demonstration Seat, please." The
Demonstration Seat was another great addition to gym class! It looked
rather like a dentists' chair up on a platform, but the seat split down
the center and the two sections could be moved hydraulically to either
side, the arm rests, also hydraulically controlled, offered 300 degrees
of motion, and there were clamps and places for ropes sprinkled in
strategic areas all over the chair. Mr. Pells strapped Cecily down on
it, spread her legs almost wider than they could go, and tipped the
chair back slightly, offering a perfect view to the class. He turned on
the video camera mounted below the chair and focused it on Cecily's
little slit. She was already starting to moisten, from the effects of
having forty luscious young girls staring at her exposed snatch.
"Can everybody see? yes? Good. Now, first off, will someone please get
me a 5 or 6 incher from the table? I know I said comfortable, Cecily,
but really!"
She blushed and ducked her head. "I'm sorry, sir!"
He pinched her clit playfully, then offered his fingers for her to suck.
"Perfectly all right. All right, class. Anyone who doesn't have their
dildos mounted and lubricated, please do so. Now, firstly, I want
everyone to bring themselves to orgasm. Get rid of any sexual tension
that you may have built up during the day, I want you in that drifty,
relaxed state. I don't care how you do it, just get yourselves off.
Those of you who get off on voyeurism, I'm going to be sucking Cecily,
so you may want to watch."
Cecily shivered with pleasure and started moving her hips back and forth
almost unconsciously. She'd always had a crush on Mr. Pells!
He knelt between her legs and trailed one of his hands gently up the
inside of her thigh. She quivered, and he kissed down her hipbone to her
clit, suckling it gently, then moving down to her opening, flickering
his tongue into it, drinking her heady flavors in. God, he loved this
job! He teased and titillated her, letting her *almost* come time and
time again, until he heard the last orgasming scream of the class. Then
he bit down hard on her clit and jammed two fingers into her ass. She
came instantly, shaking and shuddering and screaming, the fact that
everyone was watching only adding to her pleasure.
"Very good, Cecily. All right class, ease yourselves down onto the
dildos and get comfortable."
A fairly unanimous gasp was heard from the class as the dildos slid in.
Mr. Pells inserted Cecily's dildo into her gently, pausing every so
often to allow time for her to adjust, then snapped it into the chair.
She shivered while it was going in, but tried to keep herself relaxed.
He patted her cunt, pleased, when the dildo was in all the way. She
could feel it start to warm up inside her.
"Good, class! You're all comfortable, yes? All right. Now, shift
backwards, and lean back until it's uncomfortable, and hold that pose.
No fucking the dildos, no orgasming! This is *not* for pleasure, it's
for training."
Cecily felt the back of the chair leaning back further, and the dildo
pressing against the front of her cunt. Her breathing grew heavier as it
pressed harder. Just as she was wondering whether he was trying to rip
her little cunt apart, the chair stopped moving.
"All right! How does it feel?"
The class gasped breathless reassurances. Cecily squeaked.
"Excellent! Now stay leaned back, put your hands on the floor or the
horse behind you, and stretch a little further. We want it to hurt!"
Cecily moaned inwardly as the chair moved back further.
"Okay! Now lean forward, as far as you can. Make it hurt, feel that
stretch in your cunt, welcome it! Relax the muscles, don't clench at
all. Today we're trying to learn to let the muscles go. Next class, we
learn to clench them."
Cecily felt the pressure release, and sighed relievedly. Then she felt
it pressing on the back of her cunt. 'Oh great, here we go again...' she
thought. "Now release that, then to the right side, then to the left
side, then move your hips in a circle."
The chair manipulated Cecily through these paces. Despite the stretch
and the pain, she was dripping. Finally, it was over, right before she
could come...
"Okay class, feel stretched? Wide open? Good! Onto the next phase."
Mr. Pells walked among the class, distributing nine by one and a half
inch dildos.
"Lubricate these and slide down onto them. I know you can, work at it!"
Various moans and gasps were heard as the class inched their way down
onto the dildos. The girls who were used to those sizes sat smugly,
smiling at the rest of the class, until Mr. Pells gave them elevens.
Cecily clenched her eyes shut and tried to relax her cunt completely.
Mr. Pells slid the dildo home and clicked it into the chair. He rubbed
her clit as a reward when it eased all the way in... that was all she
needed to push her over the edge.
She launched into a screaming orgasm, jamming her cunt down onto the
dildo, shaking and crying out, her arms straining against the restraints.
After it was over, she gasped and started to whimper, remembering that
Mr. Pells had specifically told them *not* to come.
"All right Cecily, that's three demerits for you. I think that makes
five, doesn't it? We might as well administer your whipping right now.
Class, keep stretching, relax, no coming!"
Cecily was released from the chair and bent over the whipping horse. She
could feel her juices trickling down the inside of her thigh. Mr. Pells
patted her rear, went to get his whip, then stood behind her.
"Cecily, remember to count. Miss one and I start over."
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry!"
"I know Cecily, it's hard to control yourself, those stretching
exercises are quite an inducement to come! But I did say not to. You get
what you ask for."
"Yes, sir."
Cecily kissed the whip when he offered it, then braced herself.
CRACK! "One, thank you Sir!" CRACK! "Two, thank you Sir!" CRACK! "Three,
thank you Sir!"... CRACK! "Twenty-two, thank you Sir!"
Cecily could feel herself getting close. Normally she *hated* getting
whipped, but when it was Mr. Pells...
CRACK! "Twenty-three, thank you Sir!" CRACK! "Twenty-four, oh God thank
you Sir!" CRACK! "OH GOD YES YES TWENTY FIVE UH OH PlEASE YES THANK OH
YES OH GOD YOU SIR!"
She crumpled across the horse, gasping, whimpering.
"Class dismissed, go get changed. Take the dildos home and practice with
them. You're expected to be able to take the nine-inchers easily next
class. I'm not slowing down for anybody who can't, so do your homework!"
"Yes sir Mr Pells, thank you sir Mr Pells!"
The class filed out. Cecily gathered her strength and stood up.
"Oh and Cecily, can you stay after school today? I think you need
some... extra help."
Cecily gasped happily. "Oh, yes sir! I'll just call Mom, she'll be happy
to pick me up!"
Mr Pells smiled proprietarily down at her. "Well then, I'll see you in
my office."
Cecily ran for the changing room, beaming. What a day!
"Oh, and Cecily?"
"yes, Sir?"
"Catch." He threw the 9-inch dildo to her, and a tube of lubricant.
"Er... Thank you, Sir!" Cecily's heart sank. Well, maybe not such
aday... but staying after school with Mr. Pells was worth *any*
stretching exercises!
"See you after school, Cecily."
"Yes, Sir!"
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