"Look at me girl!" Again she found herself blushingly lost in his stare and unable to look away.

"Lick your finger and start again." The familiar taste of her own arousal flooded her taste buds as she sucked the stickiness from her finger. Within minutes the throbbing in her clitoris became almost unbearable. A soft groan rose from her throat, her hips tilting involuntarily back and forth as she finger-fucked herself. She couldn't help it.

"Just look at the little slut," commented Fiona Cole with a smile.

"She's loving every minute!" Lisa's face burned as she was forced to pleasure herself for their entertainment. Several comments followed as she became less and less able to resist the self-induced excitement. Each time she started to jerk on her fingers Simon Barrow ordered her to stop and lick them clean. Then she was forced to start fingering herself again. The game continued until gradually she began to lose all self-control, moaning and groaning more loudly each time she neared orgasm. Having to show them such an intimate act was horribly embarrassing but the humiliation simply added to her arousal.

"Stop it now!" he said sharply. "Come here."

Lisa stood in front of him on trembling legs. The puffy lips of her vagina bulged provocatively. Both they and her fingers were glistening with her own secretions.

"You smell very excited Lisa," he said teasingly. "Are you enjoying showing us what a little tart you are?" She shook her head, her face absolutely scarlet. His hand came up and cupped the mound of her pussy firmly. She gasped, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her.

"You're very wet," he said, as his fingers slid easily between the labial folds. Sticky fluid oozed as he traced her slit backwards until he reached the crinkled hole between her rear cheeks.

"You're a very dirty little girl aren't you? Mmmmmm? Well?" She moaned piteously, her head spinning with the awful embarrassment. They were all staring, staring and smiling at her.

"A disgusting little slut that enjoys making a display of herself, isn't that so?" Lisa looked into his grinning face and shivered. Uncontrollable excitement was pulsing madly in her belly.

"Are you going to cry for us this afternoon?" He laughed at the worried expression that crossed her scarlet face.

"We're going to smack your fat bottom until you do! What have you got to say about that?" Suddenly he pushed a finger roughly up into her bumhole. Lisa squealed loudly and rose up onto her toes. She tottered there impaled on the intruding digit. Laughter filled the room as they watched her wriggle helplessly, her mewls of protest rising in both volume and pitch as Simon Barrow began to forcefully plumb the tight anal opening.

Kneeling naked on the hard seat was uncomfortable, which was bad enough, but being naked made it much worse! With her hands clasped tightly behind her she was very aware of her bottom sticking rudely out towards them. Dipping her back as instructed had made her bum cheeks spread apart and forced her to pull her shoulders back. She felt incredibly vulnerable with her boobs resting on the top of the chair back and her defenceless pussy bulging embarrassingly between the backs of her thighs. Her already red face burned hotly when she was curtly told not to move but to keep her "fat arse" perfectly still. Lisa's heart pounded in her ears as one of them, it was Miss Cole, stood up.

A cool hand pressed firmly down in the middle of her back, forcing her to push her bottom up and out a few extra, straining, centimetres. The two soft globes trembled deliciously as she struggled to maintain the awkward posture.

"SMACK!" The young teachers' hand bounced off one of the waiting buttocks.

"SLAP!" Lisa gasped as her bum cheek flattened then wobbled delightfully back into place. Usually she had time to adjust to a spanking, the impacts gradually increasing in severity, but Miss Cole was hitting really hard from the start! A few spanks later and Lisa knew she was in trouble.

Above the murmur of conversation the sound of Fiona Cole's palm sharply striking the soft curves of the helpless bottom filled the room. At first each impact was followed only by a muted gasp from the kneeling girl. But very soon the gasps turned to urgent squeals as the heat in the rolling buttocks increased.

"Hold it still girl!" snapped the young schoolmistress angrily, slapping her hand upwards into the underside of one of the already scarlet cheeks.

"Ow!"

"SMACK! SMACK!"

"Oooohhhhh Miss! Owwwww!"

"Stop wriggling about! Keep still for goodness sake!" Lisa tried her best to remain motionless but the stinging made her jerk her bum about in all directions. Tears started to well up in the corners of her eyes. She sobbed with relief when the spanking eventually stopped. The young schoolmistress looked at her hand, which was stinging uncomfortably, and then at the clenching bottom cheeks. They were bright red, handprints crisscrossing the curves in all directions. Not bad for a start she thought, smiling smugly to herself.

Lisa's bum was burning horribly. She couldn't keep it still. Suddenly she found herself pulled roughly to her feet, dragged across to Jason Cain and unceremoniously pushed down across his lap. Holding her tightly around the waist he immediately began to spank her really hard. Lisa could feel his big solid cock pressing into her stomach. Twisting and crying only seemed to excite him further. In all ways he was a large man and wriggling helplessly on his lap only made her feel even more like a little girl. For a good ten minutes his hand continued to crash down remorselessly, by which time she'd forgotten everything except the pain flowing over and between her wounded cheeks. Incredibly, and in spite of the agony consuming her lower half, she could feel wetness seeping from her pussy. She was crying hysterically when he pushed her to her feet.

Lisa tottered in front of them on wobbly legs, once again horribly aware of her nakedness. Being punished always accentuated her embarrassment. Her bum was hurting terribly, its twin curves clenching hotly together. They took turns, spanking her over their knees and commenting on her reactions. Soon her crying turned to shrieking and then she was begging them to stop. Begging them to stop for just a few seconds. For just a little while. She'd do anything if they'd just stop! She choked on the tears that poured unchecked down her scarlet face. As her rear end grew steadily angrier and hotter they, of course, ignored her pleas. Several times they attended to the backs of her thighs which added a shriller note to her cries.

Simon Barrow waited until last. Lisa needed her hands holding securely when he began to spank her, she couldn't control her struggling. She writhed and bounced on his lap as his hand stung her bottom. Gradually her protests had increased as the punishment had continued but now she was beginning to scream. Her bum felt enormous and literally on fire. She'd never experienced such a severe spanking and didn't want to ever again! Her babbling and crying only seemed to amuse them.

"Stop making such a fuss you stupid girl!" The stinging hand continued to crash down…

"Play with yourself." Lisa was standing in front of them once again, their angry stares making her shake uncontrollably. She couldn't keep her poor fire-ravaged bum still. It had a life of its own, weaving and rolling from side to side. Snuffling back tears she did as she was told…and within seconds was gasping excitedly. The punishment had sent her arousal levels sky high. She was going to come! Oh God!

"STOP!" It took a tremendous effort of will to drag her fingers away from her tingling pussy. Groaning she squeezed her thighs tightly together. She so needed to come!

Simon Barrow made her masturbate almost to orgasm several times. It was absolute torture. She felt so horny. He had her turn around and bend over and do it so they could watch her bright red bum cheeks clenching and writhing as she fingered her swollen pussy. The humiliation of what she was doing was mind numbing but dreadfully exciting at the same time. A dull ache began to fill her belly as sticky fluid smeared the inside of her trembling thighs.

The wrists cuffs fixed her hands together behind her back as she knelt in front of Mr Finch. Smiling smugly he fondled the full breasts before unzipping his flies and freeing his erection. He did it without any outward sign of embarrassment, the conversation around them continuing as if this was a normal everyday occurrence.

"Suck you little bitch." Lisa had no choice but to open her mouth and accept the hard flesh. She rolled her tongue against the head and lapped furiously on the stiffness. She did her best, the realisation of what she was doing in front of a group of people making her dizzy with need. Her clitoris throbbed as she put all of her efforts into sucking.

"THWACK" She jerked and whimpered around the shaft filling her mouth and tried to pull away, but strong hands grasped her head and continued to guide it back and forth along the rigid cock. From the corner of her eye she spied the leather strap as it rose behind her again. She wriggled in panic.

"CRACK" It exploded against her behind, searing her already sore skin with its heat. She screamed and then gagged as the swollen penile head was forced against the back of her throat. The strip of leather continued to rise and fall with a steady unmerciful rhythm, a fresh flood of tears and the sound of choking greeting each ruthless thrust from the smiling English master.

Geraldine Johnson felt her knickers growing moist as she slowly thrashed the struggling bottom and watched Alan Finch gradually becoming more brutal as he raped the helpless throat. Their "schoolgirl" was certainly making a fuss, retching and trying to scream at the same time. The smile on Alan's face wasn't lost on her either. His sparkling eyes promised some fun for her later. She continued to strike the wobbling scarlet cheeks as hard as she could, her pussy beginning to soak the thin strip of cotton nestling between her thighs.

Lisa was lost. Her mind tumbling and twisting in turmoil as the twin assault continued. Even so she suddenly sensed an increase in the stiffness of the throbbing erection. Almost automatically she ran her tongue over the swollen glans and immediately recognised the flavour of pre come. He was nearly there. The strap continued to sting her again and again as the cock thickened in her throat. Suddenly he gasped. Lisa closed her eyes tight as hot cum quickly filled her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow the gouts of creamy fluid as thankfully the horrid tawse stopped hitting her poor burning bum.

There was a short interval whilst they refilled their glasses and helped themselves to various savoury snacks. Lisa was made to stand facing the wall so they could admire the gently quivering and very angry looking buttocks. Each of them ran a hand lovingly over the crimson curves making the naked "schoolgirl" jerk and sob at each excruciating contact. They found her sensitivity most interesting. Her respite however was short lived…