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 Author: sevispac
Title: Chastity's Lesson
Summary: The Chastity Ball Part IV - Chastity's parents get with the
program.  Her mom helps her dress for school, but the poor girl just can't
stay out of trouble.  First she gets caught masturbating in secret, which
leads to an innovative punishment.  Then she's surprised when her parents
punish her, too.  It's just not fair.  But it is fun.
Keywords: Naked in School, NiS, Chastity Ball
Date: 4_10_2017

   Disclaimer: This is a sexual fantasy.  The author does not advocate or
participate in underage sexual activities.  If you are offended by
pornography, for God's sake stop reading internet porn, you idiot.  If you
are underage and interested in sex, welcome to the human race.  This is a
fantasy, without consequences.  Real sex has consequences like pregnancy
(duh!), disease, and emotional devastation.  Don't ever let anybody talk
you into doing something you aren't ready for.  When you are old enough to
be ready, relish every minute.  But right now, get outta here, kid!  You
trying to get me in trouble?

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   The Chastity Ball - Part IV Chastity's Lesson

   I was shocked when I came down to breakfast.  Instead of reading the
paper, daddy was watching my video on his iPad, pausing it over and over.
But the real shock was mother.  She was wearing an apron and high heels,
and nothing else.  She smiled and giggled when she saw me.  The way her big
tits bounced reminded me of Bubbles.

   "Good morning, honey," she said, looking at the dress I had picked out.
"Don't you have anything shorter than that?"

   Who was this pod person who had replaced my mother?  I kinda liked her.
"Jeepers mom, you never let me buy anything with a skirt above the knee."

   "Well, we're making some big changes in this family, starting today.  In
fact, your father and I started making them last night!  Now, I'm sure we
can come up with something slutty for you to wear today.  You get to
undress at school, but we want you to look nice on the way there."

   We picked a pair of jeans out of my closet, and mom converted
them into Daisy Dukes by cutting off the legs high up and tearing holes in
the seat.  Then we found and old t-shirt from seventh grade which was worn
so thin it was nearly see thru.  We cut it off too, right below my tits. 
It was quick and dirty, but it worked great.

   Daddy gave them his seal of approval and took my picture before I left
for school.  In fact, that little outfit turned out to be very effective.
It was going to be a day to remember.

   --

   After my first wonderful experience sucking cock at lunch on Tuesday, I
started asking for relief every time I could.  Twice on Tuesday afternoon
and in both home room and second period on Wednesday.  It was really fun
showing off in front of the whole class, and I was good at it.  I came
every time, even though we only had five minutes.  My classmates were
really talented with their fingers and tongues.

   The only drawback was Missy's reaction.  She was shocked and still
wasn't talking to me.  I was sad to lose a friend, but I certainly wasn't
going to miss out on any of my Program experiences.  That's why I was
surprised to hear an announcement come over the PA, "Chastity Smith, come
to vice-principal Lacy's office immediately."

   It scared me because the vice-principal was in charge of discipline. 
Students didn't get called to her office unless they were in trouble.  The
whole class was looking at me.  Phil looked concerned.  Bubbles looked
smug.

   The vice-principal's admin glanced at me and coldly motioned me into her
office.  Lacy looked up as I opened the door, I started to tremble slightly
as she fixed me with her ice blue eyes.

   "Sit down Miss Smith.  I've called you here to discuss a serious
infraction of The Program rules.  It has come to my attention that you
deliberately used the girl's restroom on Monday afternoon, and that while
you were in there you masturbated in a closed stall, thereby denying your
classmates their right to observe your orgasm.  What do you have to say for
yourself?"

   How in the world had she found that out?  On Monday I was still trying
to prove I could resist temptation; there was just no way I was going to
let anybody see me jilling off.  Nobody saw me go into the girl's room, and
nobody came in while I was doing it.

   I was scared of what she might do to me.  I panicked.  "Miss Lacy, who
told you that?  I didn't do it!  Somebody is making up stories to get me in
trouble!  You have to believe me!"

   "Oh, somebody is making up stories all right, but I know exactly who it
is.  " She turned her monitor so I could see it and clicked on a video
file. I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.  It was a surveillance
camera in the girl's bathroom, and after a moment it showed me walking in,
looking around, and closing myself in a stall.  She continued speaking as
it showed me starting to rub my pussy.

   "You realize that rule violations such as this cannot go unpunished.  We
installed cameras in the restrooms to make sure you didn't get away with
this type behavior."

   Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.  "Does this mean I'm
going to get another spanking?" I asked eagerly.

   "No, Miss Smith.  Principal Johnson has informed me that you have shown
too great a pleasure response to your past corporal punishment.  While we
are pleased with this, it rules spanking out as an effective form of
discipline.  Instead you will be subjected to a Program approved punishment
device.  "

   She reached in her drawer and pulled out what looked like a fat pink
candle.  "Nipple clamps are the standard punishment for offenses like
yours, but because you lied about it the rules call for 24 hours of
punishment and you can't be expected to wear nipple clamps in your sleep.
Do you know what this is?

   I gulped.  "It looks like a dildo, but I've never seen one shaped like
that!" My voice was trembling.

   "No Miss Smith, this is not a dildo.  It is a butt plug.  It's
not meant to go in your pussy, but up your pretty little bottom."

   "That can't be right," I blurted, "It's way too fat to go in there.  It
would hurt!"

   "It is intended to hurt, that's why we use it for discipline.  To make
sure you aren't injured, you have to be certain it's well lubricated." She
pulled a small tube out of the same drawer.  "Here, put some of this on
it." She extended the thing to me, along with the tube.

   I was terrified.  I didn't want to touch it with my hand, let alone have
it in my butt.  She stood in front of me with her hand extended, patiently
waiting.  "I could do this for you, but it's important that you learn how.
You'll have to lube it up every time you put it back after toileting.

   "There are lube dispensers in all the school restrooms, but I'm giving
you this to take home with you tonight.  Now take it immediately or your
punishment will be extended!"

   Trembling, I took it out of her hand.  The plastic was cold and hard.  I
set it down and squeezed some lube into my hand.  Holding the plug gingerly
by the base, I wrapped my hand around it and smeared the slimy gel all over
it, getting as much as I could on the top.

   "Good," she said, "don't get any on the base.  Hand it back to me.  Now
bend over my desk and pull your cheeks apart.  Relax your sphincter as much
as you can and it will be easier.

   I felt the tip of the monster push against my rear.  Thanks to the lube
it slipped easily inside until the rapidly expanding size of it stretched
me to my limit.  I gave out a high-pitched shriek and she stopped pushing.

   "Let this be a lesson to you, Miss Smith.  If you had obeyed the rules
in the first place you would not be here now.  " She rotated the plug and
spread the lube more evenly around my hole.  She pulled back slightly, then
gave a firm push.  This time it was even more painful.  I cried out, but
all she did was move it in and out as if she were fucking my butt.  Every
stroke was an increasing agony.

   Suddenly the fattest part of the plug shoved past my sphincter and into
my butt.  I snapped shut around the narrow part, leaving only the base
pressed hard between my cheeks.  I was still crying, but the narrow size of
the neck sticking into me was such a great relief it was nearly a pleasure.
The inside part felt huge.  I couldn't move.  How in the world did they
expect me to wear this for ten minutes, let alone 24 hours?

   Vice-principal Lacy gave my butt a soft pat, stood up and walked out of
the room.  She left me sobbing on top of her desk.  Very slowly my body
began to adjust to the intrusion.

   "Your attention please," announced the PA system.  "Miss Chastity Smith,
the 11th grade Program girl for the week has been found in violation of the
rules against using the girl's restroom and masturbating in private." For
the hundredth time this week I was mortified, knowing all my friends were
hearing this.  "Her punishment is to wear a butt plug for 24 hours.  This
is intended to be both painful and humiliating for her, but Program rules
prohibit other students from touching it while inside her.  Doing so is not
considered a reasonable request unless she clearly agrees to it.  Thank you
for your attention."

   Finally, some good news.  I put my hands flat on the desk and gingerly
pushed myself upright.  It hurt, but I found I could stand up, more or
less. When I tried to take a step a sharp pain shot through me and I froze.
I reached around and gingerly touched the base of the thing.  Even that
tiny contact hurt.  How would I ever be able to walk, or worse yet, sit
down?

   After two or three minutes I tried again.  Same result, and I stood
leaning against the desk with my hands, breathing in short sharp gasps.

   After a few minutes Miss Lacy walked back in.  She looked at me.  I
didn't see anything good in her glance.

   "Well, young lady, you clearly have one of the tightest asses I've ever
seen, and I'm not surprised it hurts so much.  Next time you should think
about this before you disobey the rules.  You can't stand around here all
morning.  It's time for you to get back to class."

   With that she opened the door and pointed to it.  It hurt to walk, but I
couldn't take a chance on making miss Lacy mad.  Who knows what else she
would do to me?  I got through the door and started down the hall, taking
little mincing steps that called attention to me, as if my nudity wasn't
enough.  Heads turned as I went past, and I could hear snickers and
outright laughter from behind.  The humiliation was worse than Monday!  Not
to mention it hurt!

   To make matters worse I spotted Missy walking toward me in the crowd. 
At first she tried to ignore me, but curiosity about the laughter got the
better of her.  Some of the kids were pointing as well as laughing, and she
noticed the bright pink disk in my butt.  I heard her gasp.  I couldn't
bear to look her in the eye, but as I walked past I heard her mutter,
"Serves you right."

   The rest of the day was miserable.  Walking got easier, but even though
my math teacher let me stand up, Mrs.  Grundy in English made me sit down.
For the first half hour it was torture, but by the end of the day I was
starting to get used to it.

   The worst part was just before my last period bio class.  The pressure
in my butt had been building all day, and now I knew the plug would have to
come out.  The problem was I couldn't get a grip on it, even if I could
handle the pain of pulling it out.  I needed help, but none of my friends
were around.

   That was when I spotted the freshman boy in The Program.  We looked at
each other.  "Hi," I said.

   "Hi."

   "I'm sorry, but I don't know your name."

   "It's Johnny, Johnny Decker.  I know your name, though.  Everybody in
school knew you even before this week."

   "Oh.  Thanks, Johnny.  Listen, I need your help.  I have to go to the
bathroom, but this morning I got in trouble and for my punishment I have to
wear this all day." He looked at my plug.  I can't get it out by myself. 
Can you come with me and help?"

   He looked reluctant, but I guess I looked so pitiful that he couldn't
say no.  "I'd like to, but the rules say you have to use the boy's room,
and I have to use the girls, so I can't go in there with you."

   "Oh.  That's right.  Maybe you could pull it out outside the door," I
said hopefully.

   Now he looked even more uncertain.  Plus it occurred to me that if I
took the plug out outside the boy's room miss Lacy would probably call it a
violation and punish me again.  Best not to give her a chance.

   "Wait, the rules say you have to use the girl's room, but they don't say
you're not allowed in the boys room.  If you only go in there to help me
out it should be OK." Knowing how eager the school was to punish us, I
wasn't at all sure of that, but I was desperate.

   Johnny gave me a shrewd look.  "OK," he said, "but only if you'll let me
put it back in."

   That hadn't occurred to me.  I could probably pop it back in myself.  It
was shaped to be harder to get out than in, but if that was what he wanted
it was fine with me.  I nodded.  We went into the boy's room.  There were
three other boys in there.  One of them peed all over the floor as he
watched me walk by.

   I went up to the sink and bent over the counter with my legs spread. 
"Wait a minute, Johnny, let me get ready." I relaxed and started pushing.
Johnny took hold and gave it a tug.  Oof!  It hurt.  But it didn't budge.
"Pull hard," our audience suggested.  I could see they were in the gifted
class.  Johnny got a tight grip and gave a sudden yank.  I stumbled
backward and tripped over him as he tried to dodge.  I landed on my butt
with my legs spread wide.  "Yeowcth!" I yelped.  The other boys nearly fell
over too, they were laughing so hard.

   After they got themselves under control, two of them came over and
helped me get up.  This time they held my arms and braced themselves while
Johnny gave another yank.  With a wet pop the thing came out of me at last.
I rushed into the stall and the boys crowded around the opening.

   I felt a lot better when I finished.  The pain was almost gone and I was
back to enjoying showing myself off.  Johnny had a solid hard on, and the
other three boys had similar lumps in their pants.  I'm pretty sure they
were glad to see me.

   He had dropped the plug in one of the sinks.  I washed it off and took
it over to the lube dispenser.  I made a little show of lubing it up,
filling my hand with lube and then jacking it like it was a fat cock.  I
even gave it a little kiss on the tip.  The boys weren't laughing any more.
I handed it to Johnny and walked back over to the sink, bending over and
spreading my cheeks.  I looked back at Johnny and gave him a big smile.

   Johnny went slow and careful until he had it as far as it would go.  I
gritted my teeth as I felt him put his palm on the base.  When he gave a
shove it popped back in with hardly any pain at all!  This time it was a
feeling of tight fullness and a little tingle in my pussy.  "Thanks, boys.
See you next time." I gave a little wave and walked out into the hall.

   When the day was finally over I put on my Daisy Dukes.  They were cut so
narrow that most of the base wasn't covered and I had to walk home with it
showing.  It was funny watching people I passed do a double take when they
glanced at my ass.

   I wasn't especially concerned about what daddy and mom would say, so I
explained it to them honestly.  After all the things that happened that
week I thought they'd be fine with this.  I was wrong.

   "Young lady," said daddy, "your mother and I told you that there would
be some big changes in this family.  One of those changes is going to be
how you are disciplined.  We have never believed in spanking or corporal
punishment, not even when you were a little girl.  But now that we've seen
the results of the way you've been punished in school we believe that we
were wrong."

   I was getting a sinking feeling again.  The same thing kept happening to
me.  Every time I tried to do what I'd been taught all my life I ended up
being punished for it.  It wasn't fair, but I was learning that if I
quietly submitted to what happened to me, it turned out to be wonderful.

   That's how I ended up bending over my daddy's lap for the first time in
my life.  The first hard smack of his hand against the base of my butt plug
sent shock waves though my ass and deep inside where the plug was lodged.
At first I barely felt the answering whisper from my pussy, but as the
smacks against my poor abused bottom continued, they began to concentrate
into a tingle that turned to a flame in my pussy, and my sobs of pain
turned again to cries of orgasmic joy.

   Part V.  Friday

   The Principle of Chastity (NiS, teen) Chastity's day begins with a very
special bike ride that fits right in to her punishment from yesterday. 
Then she learns how The Program is just part of a wider plan to promote
adolescent sex.  Finally, Principle Johnson guides her through the
wonderful new opportunities opening up for his favorite pupil.



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