(How should I code this one? Fan fic? It didn't start out that way, it just happened. Oral? Spanking? Humiliation? Well, maybe.) If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you don't like stories about sex with underage children, don't read it. If you don't like stories bout forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. Find my stories here- https://www.asstr-mirror.org/ftp/pub/Authors/normdeploom/ Copyright � 2002 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at 'MyStores at normdeploom dot com' All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia By Norm DePloom "There are," Marcia's teacher lectured, "only two activities proper for a girl. Being fucked," the teacher said counting off the two items on the fingers of his right hand, "and waiting patiently to be fucked." Marcia's mouth hung open in disbelief as she looked around the room. By Marcia's quick estimate about half of the other students seemed to be as shocked as she was. The other half seemed to be listening, and taking notes, as if the topic of the lecture were the most mundane of academic subjects. "You can't talk to us that way." Marcia screamed standing up defiantly. "Shut up and sit down." Mr. Fuller ordered with an unmistakable tone of malice in his voice. Marcia obeyed, promising herself that she would call her stepfather at the first opportunity. Daddy can't possibly know what's going on at this school, Marcia thought as she smoothed her skirt with both hands and sat down. Marcia's years of training and discipline as a straight 'A' student kicked in and she dutifully made two numbered entries at the top of the first page of her notebook; 1- Being f____d 2- Waiting to be f____d For the last year, in a fit of wild youthful rebellion, Marcia had dotted her i's with smiley faces. Now that she was in high school, and especially since her step father had enrolled her at this prestigious girls school, Marcia had decided to go back to the more traditional, conservative and elegant hearts over her i's. Having drawn a small heart above each of the i's in the two lines she had just written, Marcia sat attentively with pen poised over her paper. "There are," Mr. Fuller continued after the interruption, "many different activities which fall into each of these two main groups." Mr. Fuller looked around the room to insure that the girls were paying attention. "Today we will concentrate on the second category. Now, what kinds of activities fall into the 'waiting to be fucked' category?" Mr. Fuller began pointing to the braver girls who were raising their hands and, accompanied by his own running commentary, wrote their suggestions on the board. "Yes, dance, you could dance, or more specifically dance naked for them. Kiss, yes, you could kiss the men who are with you. Put on a show. Yes masturbating is always highly thought of, especially with another girl." As outraged as she was by the content of this lecture Marcia found herself stimulated by the thoughts Mr. Fuller' words were inspiring. "Sucking cock, yes, one of the most popular activities for a girl to do while she's 'waiting to be fucked'." Since Mr. Fuller stopped calling on students, and stopped writing on the blackboard it was obvious that he had finally elicited the answer he was looking for from his nubile young charges. "Now, it should be clear that all of these 'waiting to be fucked' activities have one thing in common. Anybody...Anybody..." Mr. Fuller looked around the room expectantly. "Yes? That's right. All of your 'waiting to be fucked' activities should be calculated to encourage the men you are with to move you on to the 'being fucked' stage as quickly as possible." "For our lab work today," as he talked Mr. Fuller signaled with his hand, "we are going to concentrate on the 'sucking cocks' subcategory." As he finished speaking four, naked, absolute hunks walked into the room. Each one a slight variation on the kind of male who set Marcia's mid-section blazing and made her weak of knee and mind. They were followed by four senior girls each of whom were dressed in the same 'slut schoolgirl' uniform that the members of Marcia's freshman class were wearing; a white blouse, short plaid skirt, thigh-high stockings and spiked-heel shoes. The girls dropped to their knees and, with obvious experience, began, first with their hands, then with their lips and tongues, to stimulate the already growing cocks of the 'models' as Mr. Fuller referred to them in his running commentary on the older girls performances. Marcia watched with a combination of disgust, curiosity and excitement as each of the four senior girls received the discharge from a model in her mouth or on her face. "Thank you girls," Mr. Fuller said, once the boys were all finished, "you can go back to your Advanced Anal class now," the older girls all smiled at Mr. Fuller then walked toward the door, "and be sure to tell Mr. Garcia I appreciate him loaning you to me." Mr. Fuller turned to the four 'models'. "Send in the next four." he said by way of excusing the four just spent young men. Marcia watched as four more studly dreamboats walked in to stand naked in front of the class. "Now," Mr. Fuller announced, "it's time for the first four of you young girls to demonstrate what you have learned." As much as she dreaded it happening, Marcia knew that it would and, sure enough after picking three other girls, who all seemed to be eager to try out the skills they had just witnessed, Mr. Fuller turned in her direction. "...and Marcia." Marcia stood up, her knees almost buckled under her then, gathering her courage, she dashed out the door and down the hallway towards the principal's office. Marcia wobbled on her spiked-heel shoes and, with each stride her short plaid skirt worked further up on her legs until the tops of her thigh high stockings, and the crotch of her white cotton panties were in plain view. "Please," Marcia panted to the principal's secretary as she skidded to a halt in his outer office, "I've got to..." Marcia's voice was cut of by a sharp slap across her face. "...stand in front of my desk with your hands behind your back and not say a word until I give you permission." Miss Mossgarten finished Marcia's sentence. "...but I..." Another of Miss Mossgarten's well practiced slaps silenced Marcia and left her cheek burning as she put her hands behind her back and waited. As Marcia stood in front of the woman's desk, overly aware of the disarrayed state of her clothes, she grew more uncomfortable with the way Miss Mossgarten looked at her while discussing the size and shape of one of the teacher's penises with someone on the other end of the phone. "No, I'm telling you, its girth more than makes up for anything it might be missing in length...yea, I could barely get my lips around it...either pair..." Miss Mossgarten apparently joined the person on the other end of the line in laughing at that joke. "Well, I'd better hang up...yea, one of our new little sluts is here to complain...probably wants to call her daddy...yea, talk to you later, bye." After hanging up the phone Miss Mossgarten looked Marcia up and down with a sharp eye that seemed to look right through Marcia's clothes. "Mr. Poleman" She finally said after depressing the button on the intercom. "Yes Miss Mossgarten." The principal's voice answered from the box on her desk. "Miss Brady is here." "Miss Brady?" Marcia was sure she detected a note of disappointment in the principal's voice. "Yes, Miss Brady." The glee in Miss Mossgarten's voice was apparent to Marcia. "OK, send her in." "I believe I've won the pool, *again*." Miss Mossgarten reminded her boss before releasing the button. "Right through that door," Miss Mossgarten pointed to the door into the inner office, "and keep your hands behind your back." Marcia walked to the door wondering how she was supposed to open the door and keep her hands behind her back at the same time, but the door opened for her and she stepped through it into the sanctum sanctorum of Mr. Poleman, the man who ran this school for girls. Holding his hand up for silence, Mr. Poleman indicated a spot directly in front of his desk where she should stand. Marcia began to blush intensely as she looked around and realized that there were three other men in the room. She became acutely aware of how high her skirt was, high enough that the two men behind her could see more than half of her butt. To add insult to injury Marcia realized that her mad dash to Mr. Poleman's office had left the crotch of her panties pulled up into her butt crack. Now Marcia wanted to be almost anywhere else. Being on her knees in front of the class with a strange hunk's dick in her mouth almost seemed preferable to having Mr. Poleman openly staring at her barely covered crotch. Almost. On top of everything else, a blast of ice cold air from the air duct seemed to be pointed directly at her chest; making her nipples stand up and salute the lecherous old men in the office. "So, Miss Brady, why does a member of our freshman slut class want to call her daddy?" Marcia no longer wanted to do anything but climb in a hole and pull the dirt in after her, but she put on her best 'brave' face before she answered. "I'm sure my stepfather had no idea what kind of place this was when he enrolled me." Marcia was flustered by the laughter of the four men in the office. "Your stepfather," Mr. Poleman informed Marcia as he wiped a laugh tear from his eye, "not only inspected the facilities but spent a week here sampling the members of our graduating class to insure the quality of our instruction before he paid all four years tuition for your education, in advance and in cash." The laughing slowly died down as a more serious atmosphere permeated the room. "He's watching you now." Mr. Poleman said pointing to the camera up near the ceiling. "That's why you had to wait in the outer office," Mr. Poleman continued as he stood up and picked up the paddle lying on his desk, "so we could make sure he was online to enjoy your first punishment session." Without warning the men in the room pounced on Marcia and, easily overcoming her struggles, bent her over the back of an overstuffed chair leaving her ass sticking high in the air. Approaching from the side, so that the camera would have an unobstructed view, Mr. Poleman lifted Marcia's skirt to expose the remainder of her panty-covered butt. After pausing for a moment to let Mr. Brady enjoy the sight, Mr. Poleman ripped Marcia's panties apart at the seam revealing her bare ass. As he ran his hand over the perfect, unblemished, baby-bottom smooth skin of Marcia's butt Mr. Poleman looked up at the camera. "Your step-daughter is one fine piece of ass," Marcia couldn't believe what she was hearing, and she refused to believe that her step daddy had knowingly consigned her to this abusive place, "it's going to be a real pleasure overseeing her slut training for you, and I mean that literally." The hand was removed from Marcia's smooth-skinned ass and a moment later Miss Mossgarten smiled when she heard Marcia's first scream through the heavy wood door. After five whacks with the paddle the sobbing Marcia was stood up and supported by the men while her skirt was removed and her blouse was partially unbuttoned and tied in front so it would not hang down and cover her red butt cheeks. "Your mother," Mr. Poleman said as he re-arranged Marcia's clothes, "is going to get a good pounding tonight thanks to the little show you just put on for your stepfather." "Now," Mr. Poleman warned Marcia as she was pushed through the door into the outer office, "get your ass back to class and do exactly what your teachers tell you to do." Marcia stumbled through the outer office, barely aware of Miss Mossgarten's smirk, and into the hallway. Unexplainably the hallways leading back to her class seemed to be filled with her fellow students, young girls who all seemed to point at her while they giggled behind their hands. Marcia's blush deepened, and her humiliation reached unimagined heights as she stumbled, naked from the waist down, back to Mr. Fuller's class. Barely aware of the other students Marcia made her way to her assigned desk than gingerly lowered her now tender naked behind onto the hard wood seat. "Welcome back to class, Miss Brady." Marcia was sure she detected a note of gloating in her tormentor's voice. "Just relax and watch these girls," Mr. Fuller continued, indicating the four girls on their knees moving their mouths up and down the hard shafts of the four cute boys at the front of the class, "your turn will come as soon as they do." Mr. Fuller chuckled pointing to the four boys whose expressions indicated that her wait would not be long. Marcia watched as the boys, in rapid succession, pulled themselves from the sucking mouths of the young girls and decorated their faces with liquid adornment. The girls, most of them blushing and appearing to be near tears, stood up and walked back to their desks. "Marcia, come up here." Marcia, her hands trembling and tears streaming down her red face stood up and walked slowly to the front of the class. "No, don't turn around, keep your back to the class." Mr. Fuller continued his instructions once she had reached the place he had designated for her to stand. "Spread your legs, a little further, now lean over and grab your ankles." Marcia groaned in desperation as she reluctantly followed her teacher's instructions. Knowing that her most intimate parts were exposed for all the other girls to view caused more tears of humiliation to run from her eyes, across her forehead and into her hair. "Notice Miss Brady's nice red butt cheeks." Mr. Fuller instructed the class allowing his hand to softly caress the area he referred to. "Their color tells us that Mr. Poleman spanked our little sluts impertinent ass for her misbehavior. Marcia jerked as the palm of his hand brushed, ever so lightly, across her exposed cunt. Then she jumped again and the class heard a moan part of humiliation and part of growing excitement as Mr. Fuller used his thumb and forefinger to spread her open. "And notice the glistening folds of flesh, this tells us that our little slut Marcia secretly loves to be spanked and humiliated." Mr. Fuller released his student's private parts and stepped away from her. "Down on your knees." He ordered ignoring her moan of disappointment. Marcia slowly sank to her knees as a good looking, muscular, naked young man stepped up in front of her. "Now, show the class what you've learned." Mr. Fuller leaned closer to Marcia's ear as her trembling hand grasped the base of the young stud's already hard cock. "Just think of it as a pop quiz." He said softly as her lips closed over the cock's velvety helmet shaped head. Despite the tears streaming from Marcia's eyes, she had to fight the urge to bury her unused hand between her legs. If I could just call my daddy, Marcia thought as she suppressed a gag, I'm sure he would take me out of here; he can't possibly know what's happening. He couldn't *really* have been watching while that awful man spanked me. "Eeeww, yuk." Marcia said, pulling her head back as the hard cock erupted in her mouth. Remaining on her knees, her head hanging in shame as her tears mixed with the young mans cum and oozed down her face, Marcia tried to ignore the derisive laughter of the girls behind her as Mr. Fuller dismissed the rapidly softening young man. "So far," Mr. Fuller said to the class as he grabbed a handful of Marcia's clean, well-conditioned and expertly coiffed blond hair and pulled her to her feet, "we have concentrated on one of the things you young sluts can do while you are waiting to be fucked." Mr. Fuller walked Marcia over to his desk and bent her face first over the edge. "Now we will do some work on the 'being fucked' part of your lives." Marcia inhaled sharply, 'yes' she whispered as she heard the zipper and then Mr. Fuller's pants dropping to the floor, 'yes please' she whispered arching her back, making herself more available� "Marcia!" "Wha�" Marcia Brady said, jumping at the sound of her name and the book being slammed on the teacher's desk. "Wha�what?" "Will you *please* stop daydreaming and pay attention in class." Mr. Fuller said, his voice full of exasperation. "Now, when was the Monroe Doctrine signed?" Marcia breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang, then gathered her books and headed for the classroom door. Just one more hour, she thought glancing down at her watch, then I can go home, lock my self in the bedroom and get out my special toy.MarciaMarciaMarcia