Lisa James wandered very slowly down the deserted corridor. Even though it was a balmy afternoon she was feeling unusually hot. The biology lab wasn't far now but she found herself hanging back. Sex Education! The words had screamed at her from the timetable. Sex Education! She knew things were going to happen in the next two hours, things that would probably take her to previously unplumbed depths of humiliation. Her heart hammered in her chest. This time she knew she'd be made to come in front of them. The thought of the group of boys watching whilst she was forced to have an orgasm had goose bumps springing up all over her skin. It would be mind numbingly embarrassing. She was a twenty seven year old professional woman for goodness sake! What on earth was she doing allowing these dreadful things to happen? But even as the doubts entered her mind her clitoris began to pulse insistently. Just thinking about what might happen was making her pussy grow sticky. God she was such a slut! She squeezed her legs tightly together, only just managing to stifle a groan as delicious sensations flooded the gap between her thighs.



Geraldine Johnson smiled as the "schoolgirl" walked self-consciously into the room. Throughout the week she'd proved to be a very interesting sight and today was no exception. The skirt was indecently short revealing most of the girl's lightly tanned thighs. A few centimetres shorter and the lower curves of her bum cheeks would have been visible. The firm full breasts bobbed beneath the little vest as she made her way to an empty seat, the twin points of her erect nipples jutting out for all to see. Lisa saw the horrible examination couch standing in a space to one side of the front bench. Oh God! Images of sharp needles and a picture of herself shamefully spread for their inspection sprang into her mind. She swallowed nervously but not before noticing a steel trolley draped with a cloth. Whatever it held would be for her. She knew it would.



Surprisingly the boys didn't giggle or nudge each other as much as she expected considering the highly explicit nature of the pictures in the handout. As Miss Johnson worked steadily through each section Lisa could feel the tension in the room increasing. She squirmed in her seat as her classmates' eyes burned into her back.

"Well gentlemen that covers the theory of sexual arousal and response. As you're aware we have a young lady with us this week so we can have a practical demonstration of what we've just studied." She smiled sweetly at the obviously very nervous girl.

"Let's have you out here, hurry up!" Lisa's already pink face dropped. It was going to happen. In front of them all she was going to have to strip again. The feet of her chair scraped noisily on the floor as she slowly stood up and stumbled clumsily out from behind the desk.

"Well turn around girl they're not going to see much if you keep your back to them now are they?" Lisa turned and faced them, her cheeks growing redder by the second. Under the glare of their excited stares she began to feel light headed.

"Take off your clothes and do it slowly. You may as well entertain us at the same time. Imagine you're a lap dancer if that will help." She chuckled at the girl's mortified expression.

"Well come along I'm sure you've shown yourself to lots of different boys in the past. What are you waiting for you little tart?" Lisa simply stared open mouthed at the smiling teacher.

"I can't do that," she blurted, "not in front of them! I can't I just can't." She covered her face with her hands.



There was a moments' silence. Geraldine Johnson sat down on a chair and stared at the shaking red-faced "schoolgirl".

"Come here now!" she said angrily. Lisa reluctantly shuffled forwards. Suddenly the older woman reached out and roughly pulled the surprised girl down across her knee. Lisa found herself upended with her face only inches from the wooden floor. In a single motion the schoolmistress turned up the little skirt and pulled the white knickers all the way down. The boys craned eagerly forwards as the generously curved bottom was revealed in all its' glory. Light pink stripes still decorated its' gently trembling surface. Matron's creams and rejuvenating skills could only do so much. Without any warning the spanking began. Lisa jerked and gasped as the first red hand prints appeared on her soft skin. Positioned across the older woman's lap in front of the gleeful boys was horribly demeaning. She felt like a naughty ten year old. Her face burned anew as the boys began to laugh. The heat in her bottom quickly became uncomfortable as the stinging slaps arrived with increasing force. Gasps turned to squeals and then to pleas. Miss Johnson ignored the fuss her struggling pupil was making. She intended to teach the little bitch a lesson and one she wouldn't forget in a hurry. Lisa tried to keep her legs pressed tightly together as the hard palm continued to spank down, but it became more and more difficult. Suddenly she lost control and began to kick and scream and beg, uncaring that the sniggering boys could see the private area between her thighs. Her bum was hurting so much!



She wouldn't cry in front of them, she wouldn't! She tried to stop it but couldn't help herself. Tears soon started to run down her hot face. Sobbing she managed to gasp "Please!" but it was no good. The stinging grew more and more intense as the older woman, realising that the girl was nearing breaking point, applied her hand more forcefully to the churning scarlet bottom.

"Please! Oh god!" sobbed Lisa, "Please stop! Pleeeeease Miss! Owww! Ahhhh!" Geraldine Johnson was enjoying herself enormously. She wasn't about to stop until the wriggling cheeks were literally aflame. And anyway the younger woman's pleading was causing a wonderful flood of wetness in the crease between her own thighs. She smiled self indulgently, calmly working her way back and forth across each hot buttock. A few moments later and every inch of the wobbling flesh was coloured a deep red. To finish the slut off she slapped the backs of the flinching thighs using as much force as she was able. Lisa shrieked loudly. The excited schoolmistress licked her lips and inspected her handiwork with a certain degree of relish. Only a thin white line, which followed the valley between the now scorching cheeks, remained. She could feel the intense heat emanating from the abused flesh as she roughly pushed the shaking girl back to her feet.

"Pull your knickers up!" she snapped. Sobbing uncontrollably Lisa did as she was told.



"Now young lady are you going to do as I ask?" Lisa looked into the smiling woman's face.

"Yes Miss," she said quietly, choking back sobs as her bottom rolled from side to side in a futile effort at alleviating the fire that was consuming it.

"Well get on with it then, your audience is waiting." Feeling absolutely mortified Lisa turned once more to face them and then resignedly began to gyrate her hips. Her bum throbbed and burned as she wriggled it. She knew she had to do as she was told no matter how embarrassing it might be. Those were the rules. She had no choice. Her feelings were irrelevant. Biting her lower lip she twisted from the waist causing her boobs to swing from side to side beneath the thin cotton. She gave the watching woman a final pleading look but Geraldine Johnson's eyes were ice cold and a cruel smile twitched at the corners of her mouth. She was obviously relishing every moment of the younger woman's excruciating humiliation.

"Look at your classmates Missy, they want to see your face as well as everything else! Put some effort in, let's see if you can be sexy!" With her cheeks burning Lisa looked into the laughing faces of the boys as they sniggered and nudged each other enthusiastically.



Reluctantly she wriggled and twisted herself in front of them, then gradually pulled the hem of the little vest up her body. Once freed from the confines of the material her full breasts bounced saucily up and down. The nipples were darkly inflamed and pointed stiffly in all directions as she danced self-consciously in a small circle. Swallowing nervously she fumbled with the clasp of the skirt, which, once undone, slid unceremoniously to the floor. She kicked it out of the way. Left in only her tiny white knickers she struggled to make herself take them off. Miss Johnson giggled at the wild-eyed expression on the young woman's face. She was obviously finding having to perform a striptease in front of the sniggering teenagers terribly embarrassing, but that was hardly surprising! With a growing sense of shame Lisa pushed the knickers down over her rolling hips. Within a few seconds she was showing them the shaven mound of her vagina once again. God it was so humiliating! And this time it was worse. Much worse. Being naked and having to dance and grind her hips was making the delicate lips between her thighs stretch and rub wetly against each other. She closed her eyes tightly, the pounding of her heart loud in her ears, surely they'd see the sticky fluid that was now oozing remorselessly from her slit. She could feel the wetness on her inner thighs. Oh God no! As the boys watched the show they did little to conceal their interest. Their happy faces and excited eyes clear evidence of the pleasure they were taking from their classmates forced exhibition of her physical attributes.