Nurturing Insanity by Janeelusts

Inspired by Maxine


Janee McDonald was a good girl.  Her earliest memories were of standing in church beside her 
parents in a pretty Sunday dress. Janee remembers her mother saying, on more then one 
occasion 'Oh Janee is always such a good girl', usually when the children of other families were 
running and shouting and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Janee would sit up 
straighter beaming with pride. Janee grew up trying so hard to please her parents and the 
minister and her teachers.

From early childhood, through her teenage years and into adulthood, she always tried her best to 
please. Her mother was her supporter, mentor and guide. Boys and sport were not something 
nice girls did, so Janee attended Sunday school and helped out at church events and with the 
various charities her mother helped to run. She was always there to serve tea, when her mother 
had a social gathering.

She was diligent in school, and with no interest in boys or games or other distractions, she easily 
achieved high grades. Her mother said that teaching was a good career for a nice girl so Janee 
set out to become a teacher.
When it came to choosing her college she was happy to please her mother by choosing one 
locally, so she could live at home.

Growing up in a sexless environment, Janee had never tried to attract the attention of the boys 
around her; their occasional stares or flirting had washed past her unnoticed. As they became 
accustomed to her prim and proper ways, her intense seriousness, the flirting stopped and Janee 
was simply ignored.

At college amongst strangers she found herself unexpectedly the centre of unwanted attention. 
Janee had matured, she wasn't beautiful, perhaps not even pretty, but she had grown curves and 
her innocence and insularity meant she displayed her body in ways that other girls would not. 
Janee wasn't really aware of the changes, the swelling of her hips and breasts were just natural, 
she had never giggled with other girls comparing size and trying on bras. She had no interest in 
fashion and the frugality instilled in her by her parents meant that she never had new clothes 
unless she needed them. Consequently as her body swelled into womanhood, Janee's clothes 
were often a little too small, so her skirts would be tight across her bottom, her shirts too tight 
across her breasts.

The boys at college were maturing too and Janee's innocently flaunted body drove them to 
attempt her seduction. Each and every attempt failed. Janee was a good girl and every approach 
was icily rejected.

Janee worked as diligently at college as she had at school. Every lecture was attended 
punctually; every piece of work handed in on time. At the end of the course Janee emerged with 
her qualification and immediately found a job at a school close by, where the minister of her 
church was Chairman of the school governors.
 
Janee had not found life as a teacher to be easy. Her lesson plans were always ready her 
marking and paperwork always up to date. The problem was the boys. From her first day they 
had been staring at her, whispering and giggling behind her back. Janee was unaware of the way 
she flaunted her body, her skirts and shirts, still, a little too tight. She was unaware of the nervous 
habit she had developed of fiddling with the top button of her blouse. It had started as she saw 
the boy's eyes drawn to her breasts and she checked that the button wasn't loose, but now she 
did it all the time. Opening and closing the button with her left hand while in her right she carried a 
wooden metre stick which she used to point up to the board. Somehow the stick made her feel 
better. Not consciously but instinctively. Perhaps it was a primeval thing, the power of holding a 
weapon. Whatever it was, however it made her feel, its effect on the boys was altogether 
different, the way she held it, her fingers gripped tightly around it, the way she occasionally ran 
her hand up and down it's length seemed overtly and powerfully sexual.

Janee still wanted to please, was desperate for her department head and head teacher and 
colleagues to think well of her. She didn't mind that she had no close friends in the staff room. 
Didn't hear the whispers, the rumours about why such an inexperienced but obviously sexy young 
girl had been appointed to the job. She was focused on being a success as a teacher, on being a 
good teacher.

In the classroom she struggled, when she asked for quiet the talking continued, she had to persist 
and it always seemed like a battle. The voices always talked on for a few more seconds, as 
though to prove a point. She was never really in control.

As she paced backwards and forwards in front of the class, trying to explain 19th century Irish 
politics, or obscure details of Tudor history she was always aware of eyes following her. Eyes 
which had little or no interest in history, but shone with lust and lewdness.

A few weeks into her job she had overheard two boys talking about her, the detail with which they 
described what they wanted to do to her shocked and disgusted her. Angrily they had been 
dispatched to the Head teacher and the requisite punishments had been doled out. After the 
lesson Janee had fled to the staff toilets and spent her lunch break retching and silently sobbing. 
Appalled that anyone could imagine she would do such things.

Later that week the Headmaster had taken her aside and politely and firmly told her that as a 
qualified teacher he expected her to be able to deal with routine disciplinary matters in her 
classroom. She should only refer matters to him if they were serious. Janee was mortified and 
ashamed. Nobody had ever spoken to her that way before; nobody had ever expressed 
disappointment in her behavior or achievements. Her response was to work harder, her lesson 
plans were more meticulous, every piece of homework was carefully scrutinized and Janee hadn't 
sent anyone else to the Head teacher. She still heard the whispers, still saw the lewd gazes and 
sniggers, she simply ignored them. Over time as she approached the end of her first year as a 
teacher she had even got used to them a little.

With only a few weeks until the end of the summer term, Janee was teaching what by now was a 
routine lesson. Walking up and down in front of the class, clutching her normal ruler, she was 
explaining that lesson's topic when she became aware of something different.

Janee's students like everybody else's divided themselves up into groups. Sitting near the front 
were the smartly dressed girls and a few boys, who through genetics or upbringing or the 
willingness to work hard would get their history qualifications whether Janee was there or not. 
Then in the middle the majority, who if they worked hard and didn't get distracted would do all 
right. At the back, the group of boys and a few girls who had already been marked down as losers 
or had rejected the lot assigned to them...

Normally the group at the front didn't get much of Janee's attention, they didn't really need her 
help, and usually didn't join in with any trouble making in the class. Today though she was aware 
that something was changed. On the left away from the window, where the classroom was a bit 
gloomy was a pair of desks. Normally two girls set there for this class, today there was only one. 
Maxine. Maxine was typical of the hardworking smartly dressed group. Her dark straight hair with 
its straight cut fringe gave her an air of seriousness. She always sat quietly in her corner always 
did her work on time and never caused trouble.

There was something wrong with Maxine today, she seemed to be breathing heavily, panting 
even. Her face was flushed her body looked tense....  Janee walks towards Maxine, suddenly 
concerned. As she approaches she notices that Maxine's hands are down below her desk and 
Janee's concern turns to anger and disgust.

'MAXINE ROBB, STAND UP THIS MINUTE!'

The world ends for Maxine Robb. Miss McDonalds words drill into her mind, exploding into the 
realization that she has been caught in something really serious, the headmaster, parents the 
whole school will soon know.

As she slowly stands, Maxine wonders what will happen, her schoolgirl crush gone horribly 
irredeemably wrong.

Eight months of watching Miss McDonald, her beautiful graceful legs, her sensuous breasts her 
lips always glistening and the way she innocently wets them with the tip of her tongue. Nothing 
had ever happened before, at least not at school not in public. But today, why did it have to 
happen today when Alison was away and the desk beside her was empty, today as Maxine had 
entered the classroom she had bumped into Miss McDonald had felt the firm enticing fullness of 
her breasts pressing against her arm and Maxine's instant arousal had weakened her knees. As 
she hurried to sit down the sudden flush of juices had already soaked her panties and as the 
lesson had gone on she had been unable to resist the temptation to touch herself as she watched 
the object of her adoration. As the lesson went on the touches became more insistent, until 
Maxine had lost herself and exposed herself.

Janee stands sternly before the teenage girl. Literally shaking with anger.

'How dare you behave like that in my classroom!'

Unaware that she is showing sternness previously not seen, unaware that the whole class is  
absolutely silently attentive, Janee continues her angry tirade as Maxine begins to sob quietly..

 'Come out here you little slut!'.

 Janee has every intention of dispatching the crying teenager to the Headmaster, but in the few 
seconds between the command and Maxine standing before her, she has sudden doubts, is this 
really serious enough to disturb Mr. McKay? 

 No. She must deal with this, here is a chance for her to show them she can cope, to show them 
she is a good teacher.

Maxine is standing in front of Miss McDonald now, in profile to the rest of the class. her sobbing 
shaking body the focus of every pair of eyes.. Her face is downcast and she realizes at the same 
moment as her teacher, that somehow as she has played under the desk... somehow shamefully, 
the hem of her skirt has been tucked into the waistband of her knickers. Her white cotton 
knickers, which are now almost transparent where her playful fingers have dipped into and 
spread the wet secretions of her youthful vagina. Most of the class, including her teacher can see 
the dark shadow of her pubic hair, the clear outline of her swollen labia, parted and spread where 
the cotton sticks along the wet cleft of her sex.  Maxine stands frozen in horror her shame now 
absolute, nothing can make this any worse.

The image of the young girl displayed before her further fuels Janee's anger, this is the kind of 
behavior she has been warned about so many times. Maxine was very clearly not a good girl. 
And Maxine must be punished.

Janee hasn't thought any further, she has no punishment planned. She is not thinking ahead. For 
perhaps the first time in her life, her emotions are  controlling her.

'Put that down!' she hisses fiercely, waving vaguely in the direction of Maxine's skirt.
Perhaps it was the way Miss McDonald said it, the hiss was so uncharacteristic, perhaps Maxine 
misinterpreted the direction of the wave, and perhaps deep down she wanted the humiliation. 
Perhaps it was just a young girl too confused to think clearly but in an action that seemed only to 
make the silence more profound, Maxine leans down and quickly pulls of her knickers. 

The action has the effect that Janee wanted. Maxine's skirt falls down to hide her private parts. 

Maxine stands still sobbing helplessly, arms hanging loosely, her sodden knickers wrapped 
around the  fingers of her right hand...

Janee notices the silence, she looks around the classroom, sees the rapt attention.

She speaks to the class.

'You will ALL take note!' , her voice is clear, strong, with not the slightest evidence of  diffidence 
or the pleading she had used before to cajole the behavior of the class.

'Immoral behavior will not be tolerated in my classroom', She glares at them, meeting their eyes 
as she never has before, and each and every one looks away.

'Such behavior will be severely punished', she pronounces 'severely' slowly each vowel clearly 
projected to emphasize that she is entirely serious..

She turns back to Maxine, 'you are a nasty little slut, what are you?'

The question hangs in the air.... and Maxine through her sobs realizes that an answer is 
required...

'I....I...I'm...s..sorry Miss, I d....d...didn't mean....'

Janee, fired with righteous anger interrupts... 'DON'T MAKE EXCUSES!' She bellows.. 'There is 
NO excuse for this vileness.

Janee has never been beaten in her life, she had never given her parents cause. But she had 
heard them talking about other bad girls, she had  heard them describe it, the spanking and 
beating, the birching that was deserved.

'Lean over my desk',  Janee orders. Maxine hardly believing this is real complies.. She plants her 
hands still holding the panties on the ancient worn wooden desk and screams as the first stroke 
of Janee's ruler catches her unexpectedly and painfully on the buttocks. The heavy fabric of her 
skirt absorbs a little of the blow, but still Maxine's cry is loud and reverberates around the room.

About to strike again, Janee realizes that Mr. McKay will not be happy with her if the sound of the 
punishment disturbs the rest of the school.

'You will take your punishment quietly slut' she whispers close to Maxine's ear. 'Or I will double 
the number of strokes. Do you understand?'

She waits for Maxine's nod, and follows it swiftly with a second blow to the slut's buttocks. 

This time Maxine controls her scream, but can't stop a load gasp. the pain is intense. She has 
never been beaten before either...

Janee strikes a third time and Maxine's arms give way, she drops onto the desk, her breasts and 
cheek pressed against the unyielding surface.....

Janee starts pacing up and down in front of the class, each time she passes Maxine she lands 
another blow on her upraised buttocks.  She talks to the class, or to herself, as she paces.

'Maxine Robb has behaved like an evil wanton slut today', Janee looks at the class,' and sluts 
must be punished'.

As Janee turns, walking back towards Maxine again, she realizes that the sobbing, vulnerable girl 
sprawled across her desk doesn't look like a slut.. A momentary conflict that she easily resolves 
by flicking up the hem of Maxine's skirt so that it floats up and settles down in the small of her 
back.

Janee nods and affirms it to herself and the classroom 'Maxine is a slut, what are you Maxine?'

For the second time Maxine realizes that an answer is required and this time she seeks only to 
stop the punishment and she speaks quietly 'I..  I.. I'm a slut Miss'

Janee paces on, Maxine's admission has shown that she is right. For Janee this is an epiphany. 
She suddenly sees how her life has been empty. She has been so intent on being a good girl that 
she has become an image, a pretty but soulless piece of art crafted by her parents, the minister 
and their friends. By continually seeking the approval of all the authority figures in her life Janee 
has allowed them to be her life. Janee has never had any power, until now. As she scans her 
eyes across the still silent classroom she sees the perfect concentration and fear in every face. 
She has achieved this. For the first time in her life Janee is in control, Janee has power.

The next stroke of the ruler on Maxine's now naked bottom, is harder. A sharp red mark appears 
criss crossing the paler more diffuse marks already there. Maxine's cry is louder the pain more 
intense but still she tries to contain her scream, she is under  Janee's spell too......

Janee is panting now, from the exertion of applying the beating, from the passion and emotion of 
the situation....

'Only a slut would flaunt her private parts like this',  She gloats at the classroom as she waves the 
ruler in the direction of Maxine's bottom..

A further stinging stroke of the ruler..... and Janee sees the naked bottom, looks at a naked 
bottom for the first time in her life. A sudden beauty strikes her.. the pouting puffy labia perfectly 
framed by the clenched thighs...the tangle of curly hair just visible....

Another stroke of the ruler and Janee is certain once more.... 'Of course, a slut does not have 
private parts does she?. Janee looks briefly at the class as though seeking an answer but then 
continues...

'Sluts don't have private parts do they Maxine?' 

Another stroke of the ruler

'Sluts, have pussies don't they..... what do they have Maxine?'

The ruler hovers in the air over Maxine's red striped buttocks... Maxine senses its presence...

Maxine is having her own epiphany.

For Maxine, her girlish fumbling, her crush on Miss McDonald, were her first forays into sex. She 
had read enough magazines, had whispered conversations with her friends. So she knew how 
sex worked, she had heard about spanking and beatings and kinkiness...but it had all been 
abstract..it hadn't been something that applied to her.... but now, now as she was splayed across 
her teachers desk, her bottom burning, now Maxine understood the reality... the excruciating pain 
of the blows was still there but it had changed. Now each blow connected with her in a sensuous 
wave that made her nipples and clitoris tingle, that made her pussy flood with pleasure....

Maxine senses the ruler hovering above her and she wants it.....

'Sluts have pussies Miss McDonald ' she pants....

The blow falls and Maxine's cry is now part agony part ecstasy....

Janee stops her pacing standing by Maxine. Her attention caught again by the pouting glistening 
lips. She lowers one finger and with just the tip of a fingernail touches.. sliding her fingernail 
slowly down the length of Maxine's pussy....

'What's this Maxine? What do you have?'

Maxine doesn't hesitate her reply moaned out.....'It's a pussy miss, It's my slutty pussy'...

With each answer Janee's belief is reinforced. The girl below her really is the dirtiest slut, 
admitting it from her own lips....

She draws back her hand and the ruler whistles through the air to land the hardest blow yet. This 
time on Maxine's thighs..... barely missing her exposed sex. As Janee watches the blow fall she 
sees the tiny flow of liquid oozing from between Maxine's labia..

Janee's breathing is laboured now, all her emotion all her energy totally focused on punishing the 
girl. Janee hasn't realized that her own nipples are swollen....clearly visible to all in the class, she 
hasn't realized that her knickers are as wet as Maxine's... her pussy is burning.. the 
unacknowledged arousal is now fueling her passion..

Another blow, but this one catches Maxine's pussy, the girl shudders...groaning continually 
now.... though still maintaining enough control not to scream.

Janee's finger returns to Maxine's body, seeking out the source of the liquid, teasing between 
warm satin lips and slipping easily inside.

'What's this?!' Janee's tone is gleeful as she shows the class where her finger is...

Maxine shudders again, her tentative masturbation hadn't prepared her for the intensity of the 
feelings she is experiencing. She is still aware of her humiliating position, on some level aware 
that she should be afraid... but for a young girl the feelings are overwhelming. The finger sliding 
into her virginal opening is her first penetration for she had always been too afraid. The 
blossoming orgasm is more intense than anything she has ever felt before...

Maxine's control fails her and she screams as she cums 'IT'S MY CUNT MISS, IT'S MY SLUTTY 
WHORE CUNT!'..

Her scream is drowned out by the sudden clamour of the bell and Janee's finger is withdrawn as 
Maxine shudders her way to the end of her climax.

The bell stops, the last vibrations of it's racket fade slowly away and the class is still silent, 
unmoving. Shocked,  sexually charged, the room reeks of arousal.

Janee looks at them all, senses it. Knows that every cock is swollen and throbbing, every cunt is 
hot and leaking, every pair of knickers soaked..... and she knows that she did this, She had the 
power to do this and she knows she is forever changed, she will never be the prim moulded 
Janee of before..

She shakes her head and smiles to herself, satisfied with the day.

'Well go on then. That was the bell. Don't forget your homework!'. 

She turns to tidy her desk and finds Maxine still lying there, face down with her bottom still 
exposed. She has stopped sobbing but the intense pain is starting to emerge from the sexual 
haze and she's not sure if she is strong enough to stand..

Janee gently replaces Maxine's skirt and helps her to her feet...

'You too, off you go Maxine, and lets have no more of this behaviour in class'.

Maxine and the others slowly file out, nobody daring to speak. Not until they are some way down 
the corridor does the excited clamour begin. But by then Janee has closed the classroom door 
and is sitting, her feet up on the edge of her desk. Her arousal and sexuality fully acknowledged 
and embraced. Her fingers are playing with her pussy, teasing her clit..sliding into her cunt.... she 
is fucking herself, her gasps and moans are every bit as powerful as Maxine's had been just a 
few minutes earlier.

Lost in the hedonistic delights of her new self, Janee no longer 'gives a shit' about what other 
people think, she giggles as she imagines how shocked her parents the minister and their friends 
would be if they could see her .

Janee is completely unaware that the clamour, which began in the corridor, is spreading. 
Unconscious of the enormity of her actions and that soon, that same corridor will deliver the 
appalling consequences of her actions.

The End.

Hope you liked it

Janee



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