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 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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