It had been a truly horrible morning and one she wanted to forget but after a shower, sandwich and hot drink Lisa James was starting to feel a bit more like her old self. Of course standing naked in front of the School Nurse was just as embarrassing as it had been the first time, a few days before, and when the older woman held up a tube of her "special" cream Lisa's cheeks begin to burn even more intensely. She knew what was coming next…

"Let's have a proper look at you young lady. We'll want you fully fit for this afternoon. I think you might be in for a spanked bum!" She laughed at the worried expression on the girls' red face. Lisa squirmed and gasped as experienced fingers began to soothe the stinging in the hole between her pussy lips. Fifteen minutes, and a very vocal orgasm later, the "schoolgirls" private parts were suffused with a wonderfully contented glow. Gently the Nurse wiped away the sticky wetness from the engorged vulval opening. Lisa looked anxiously at the clock as she slid a clean pair of knickers up her legs. She was trembling uncontrollably.

"Come along missy, time to go," said the older woman brightly. With that she turned and led the now freshly uniformed "schoolgirl" out into the deserted corridor.

There was a semicircle of easy chairs in the centre of the room. All but one was occupied. Lisa was immediately and horribly aware that each of the seated people knew her intimately. She blushed fiercely. They watched with interest as Anita Palmer led the pink-faced schoolgirl to a high backed chair and told her to sit down. Simon Barrow lifted a glass of wine to his lips and looked at the scandalously attired young woman perching nervously on the edge of the seat in front of him. To say she presented a picture of sensuous submission would have been doing her a disservice. He grinned and put his drink down. As Anita took the only empty space next to him the rest of the room gazed at the very red cheeked and trembling schoolgirl. Self-consciously Lisa kept her head bowed and stared resolutely at her feet. The extremely short skirt was stretched tautly across her softly curved thighs between which it was possible to glimpse a thin strip of white cotton. Her obviously erect nipples made two distinct points in the front of the little vest.

Simon glanced at his colleagues. Only James Harris hadn't been able to make it, a domestic commitment apparently. Everyone else was here. Alan Finch, Jason Cain, Geraldine and Fiona and of course John Cranshaw, his history man, the dirty old devil! He smiled at Anita Palmer. The day they'd met had been one of the most fortunate of his life. Together they'd indulged themselves for more than ten years and in all that time they'd never had a cross word between them. She really is a quite extraordinary woman, he thought. Later Lisa's landlady, Jean, would be joining them, another of his closest and most trusted friends. If truth be known he felt really rather proud of himself. By drawing them together he'd formed a wonderfully perverted group, a group that enjoyed abusing and humiliating young women in a whole host of exciting ways. And best of all, without exception, they didn't show the slightest trace of guilt or embarrassment when they indulged themselves. Life was good.

Conversation flowed back and forth across the room. Lisa listened with her face burning as they discussed her sexual attributes in minute detail. She squirmed on the edge of the chair as they continuously eyed her up and down, their laughter and obvious enjoyment of her predicament making her heart race with trepidation. Once the topic moved onto her reactions to different experiences she began to wish that she was somewhere else entirely.

They openly discussed each and every part of her anatomy, how she gasped and moaned at the intrusion of fingers and other objects, the noises she made during the build up to an orgasm, her vaginal contractions when she came, how her pussy oozed continuously during both verbal and physical humiliation, her sensitivity regarding her anal opening, the way she seemed to enjoy being abused in front of others and her obviously submissive nature. The discussion seemed to go on and on. Throughout Lisa kept her eyes glued to the carpet, her heart pounding in her ears and her face a hot scarlet mask. She continued to shake like a leaf as they went on to describe every humiliating detail of the ordeals she'd been forced to endure over the past few days.

When Simon Barrow spoke directly to her she jumped.

"Right young lady," he said sternly. "I think we've done enough talking. It's time we had a look at you." He stared into her wide-open eyes. She looks a bit like the proverbial deer caught in the car headlights , he thought.

"Stand up. You'll obey any instructions given immediately. Do you understand?" Lisa nodded.

"Any sign of a sullen attitude and you'll be sorry! So be warned."

Lisa James, twenty seven year old office manager, stood submissively in front of the seated semicircle of her "teachers" wearing a ridiculously short skirt, ankle socks and a tiny vest. It was an outfit more befitting a young girl than a fully developed woman. She was visibly shivering, her breathing quick and shallow.

"Vest off you little slut!" It was an order and Lisa found herself automatically obeying. As she slowly stripped the garment up and off over her head her boobs wobbled into view. She dropped her hands to her sides. Every eye fastened on the gently swaying globes.

"Hands on your head." Embarrassingly aware of her erect nipples she stood to attention awaiting his next instruction.

After removing skirt, socks and shoes she was left standing in only her little white knickers. Her heart raced and she began to shake even more violently when he told her to take them off. They all watched closely as she reluctantly slid them down to mid thigh. Grudgingly the thin cotton released the shaven mound of her already seeping pussy then slipped unaided to her ankles. She stepped out of the tiny knickers leaving herself totally naked.

"Look at me girl!" he snapped. Lisa reluctantly raised her eyes. Her cheeks burned hotly as he stared arrogantly at her. She knew he was aware of exactly how she was feeling. How aroused she was becoming. How her heart was beating wildly. How this forced exposure was bathing her in humiliation. The sure knowledge that she'd obey whatever orders he gave caused her stomach to churn nervously. She wanted to hide from their eyes, wanted to cover herself. Her hands clenched helplessly at her sides.

"Play with yourself." Every eye in the room immediately focussed on Lisa's face as she turned an even deeper shade of red. Swallowing noisily she opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out.

"Well get on with it, we're waiting!"

Slowly she ran a hand down over her stomach and onto the smooth bulge of her pubis before pushing two fingers into the crease of her pussy. It already felt very wet. Her labia slipped apart as she gently teased the erect stub of her clitoris with a fingertip.

"Put it inside." She did as she was told, sliding a finger further down into her slit and then pushing it into the pink hole hiding there. A tiny moan escaped her lips and her eyelids began to droop.