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The contents of this story is of sexual nature and may involve
blackmail, bondage and non-consensual sex. Anyone who may be offended
by these stuff please do not read.
All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone either alive
or dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. 
If you are under 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ.

Again comments and suggestions are welcome, please post them to this
newsgroup. Please understand that I cannot mail the story to 
individuals. I will repost the story later when there're more chapters.
 
And thanks to those who sent their comments on chapters one and two.

Slave Teacher

(c) 1998 Roadrunner

III.

Karen panicked when she heard someone talking outside the storeroom. She 
would die of shame if some students found her like this, kneeling naked 
on the floor in a storeroom. She was relieved when she realized that it 
was only Steve and Mark, and scolded herself for being stupid enough to 
think that Mark would come on his own. "Hi slut," Steve greeted her as 
they entered the room, "I see that you're ready for your punishment."
	"Y-yes, sir," Karen answered, blushing.
	"So you have not only disobeyed your instructions but also lied about 
it," said Steve as he put his bag on the floor. "Yes, sir." Karen 
answered submissively, trying not to invoke further punishments. 
"Now slut," Steve continued as he took his stuff out of the bag, "for 
lying to Mark, you'll be given fifteen strokes of the ruler," he said as 
he show her a long wooden ruler, "and for wearing your panties without 
permission, you are to shave your pussy and keep it shaved all the 
time."
"Oh, God, no! Please!" Karen pleaded and Whack! Steve reached forward 
and hit her ass real hard with the ruler. "Ouch!" Karen cried out in 
pain and surprise. "You just earned yourself five extra strokes, and 
that one doesn't count. Now have you got anything more to say?"
	"Oh, no, oh, oh," Karen whined as she rubbed her butt.
"Now since we've already started, why don't we just get on with it?" 
said Mark, "Come here, slut, and bend over the table."
Obediently, Karen walked over to the table and bent over it. Trembling 
slightly, she lowered her head in shame and waited as Steve positioned 
himself behind her. Steve looked at the smooth, white globes of her ass 
and couldn't help reaching out to caress it. Karen's whole body 
stiffened as she felt his hand touch her, then she relaxed a bit as 
Steve continued caressing her. Suddenly, Steve took his hand away and 
whack! the ruler landed squarely across her ass.
"Ah!" Karen cried out in pain. "Keep your voice down, slut!" Steve 
scolded, "And keep your hands on the table or you're going to get more!" 
Whack! Whack! "Oh, Oh, oooh," Karen moaned as Steve went on hitting her. 
When the twenty strokes were over, her whole body was shaking and her 
eyes were filled with tears. "Keep your hands on the table," said Mark 
as he picked up the camera, "and look at me." Karen obeyed and let out a 
cry of dismay as she saw the camera in his hands, but before she could 
say anything Mark had already pressed the shutter. "Look here, slut!" 
said Mark as he savored the view in the viewfinder: Karen the young and 
sexy teacher bent over the table, with her long, shapely legs topped by 
her smooth round buttocks, now criss-crossed with angry red welts, with 
tears in her eyes and an imploring look on her face. Mark felt like his 
cock was going to burst out of his pants.
"Okay," he said after taking some more photos, "now shall we get on with 
the second part of the punishment, or do you need more persuasion, 
slut?"
"N--no, sir," Karen answered meekly. She was getting more and more used 
to being called "slut" and answering with "sir". "Here," said Steve as 
he brought over a chair. "Sit down and spread your legs wide." Karen 
obeyed and winced as her ass touched the chair. "I said spread your legs 
wide! That's it! Now, take these," said Steve as he handed her a razor 
and a can of shaving cream. "Better hurry up before we get you back to 
that table again."
"Oh, God," Karen gasped as she looked at the razor and the shaving cream 
in her hands. Now not only Mark was taking pictures, Steve had also set 
the videocam up. "C'mon, do it!" Biting her lip, Karen sprayed some 
shaving cream on her pussy. She shuddered as she felt the cold cream on 
her skin. Then she began shaving slowly. As first her hand was trembling 
so much that she had to stop before cutting herself, but then she 
managed to clam herself down. She kept her head down all the time as she 
shaved, not daring to face the camera once. When she finally finished 
she was given a wet towel to wipe herself clean. "Now stand up, slut, 
and look at me," Steve ordered.
Karen stood up and gasped as she felt cool air on her ass and pussy. Her 
as was still burning from the ruler, and her pussy felt raw after the 
shaving. She couldn't help covering and rubbing it with her hand. This 
gave Steve an idea.
"That's right, slut, play with yourself." Karen looked up at him in 
shock. She couldn't believe that yet more humiliations were coming. "Do 
it or we'll go out and get a student to do that for you!"
"Oh, no! Please!" "Then do it!" "Y-yes, yes..." Closing her eyes, Karen 
began rubbing her pussy gently. The shaving had made it very sensitive, 
and soon she was getting wetting and wetter. "Play with your tits, kiss 
them." As Steve instructed, Karen held her breasts up to her mouth and 
licked her nipples, which soon became rock-hard. Then, foundling her 
breasts and holding them to her mouth with one hand, she reached down to 
resume rubbing her pussy with the other. She soon find herself getting 
hotter and hotter despite the humiliation-on the contrary, it seemed 
that the humiliation was adding to her excitement. Her breath quickened, 
and she heard the sound of the shutter vaguely.
"Turn around and show us that nice ass of yours," Steve went on. "That's 
right. Keep your feet apart, wider. Now bend over." Karen obeyed almost 
automatically, bending over until her head was between her legs. She was 
aware that in so doing, with her pussy completely open to view between 
her wide-spread legs and her breasts hanging upside-down, she was 
presenting a really lewd sight. "Finger-fuck yourself." Her hands 
quickly reached up to her pussy and while one rubbed her clit, the other 
thrust first one finger, then two, up her wet hole. "Oh, oh, oh," she 
began moaning gently as she fucked herself with two fingers, faster and 
faster. "Play with your asshole." Much ashamed by this order, Karen was 
too close to coming to object. While she continuing finger-fucking 
herself with her left hand, her right hand reached up and slowly she 
thrust her forefinger into her tight asshole. As this she couldn't hold 
back any longer and came with a loud moan, and collapsed onto her knees.
Steve immediately took off his pants and walked over to Karen. He pushed 
her onto all fours and thrust two fingers into Karen's pussy, getting 
them wet with her juices. Then slowly, he thrust them up her asshole. 
"Ah! No!" Karen immediately cried out in alarm. "Have you been fucked up 
the ass before, slut?" "N-no...pl-please..." "Then it's time you offer 
it to your master!" He chuckled and with these words began pushing his 
cock into her tight, virgin asshole. "No, noooooOh! Ah!" Karen whimpered 
as she felt Steve's cock eased all the way into her. She moaned as he 
held still, feeling it throbbing inside her. "Can you feel it, slut?" 
Steve panted, "can you feel my hard cock up your ass?" "Oh, oh, oh," 
Karen moaned in reply, which was not good enough for Steve. He grabbed 
her right nipple and pinched it hard, drawing a cry of pain from her. 
"Say it!" He said as he pinched her again. "Ouch! Y-yes I-I can feel 
your h-hard cock up my a-ass..." "Say that you love it!" "I-I love the 
f-feeling of your h-hard cock up my ass..." Karen was spared from being 
forced to say more humiliating things when Mark came over and pushed his 
cock in her mouth. Together the two men started thrusting in and out of 
her, and Karen was soon letting out muffled moans and cries. Mark came 
first and flooded her mouth with come. After he withdrew, Steve also 
felt himself coming. He pulled out from her ass, stood in front of her 
and sprayed his come all over her face and breasts.
They allowed her to rest for a while. Then, as Amy was not there, Karen 
was made to clean herself up. While they filmed, she was ordered to wipe 
the come off her face and then lick it off her fingers. Then she had to 
lick her breasts clean. She was exhausted after the ordeal, and her 
hands were trembling as they held her breasts to her mouth. When all 
this was finally done, Steve threw her a brown paper bag and said, "Okay 
slut, you've just earned this. Wear one of them to school tomorrow," he 
chuckled, "we'll be nice this time and let you pick one yourself."

Inside the paper bag were a pair of crotchless panties and several 
G-strings. Even though she was terrified by the idea of having to wear 
one of them to school, this time Karen knew better than to disobey, and 
when she when to school the following day, she had under her short skirt 
a white G-string with lace, which was the one with most material that 
she could find. Her male colleagues grinned when they saw her appear 
again in her short skirt. She was wearing a polo shirt that day, since 
it had got only two buttons and didn't open all the way at the front, so 
even though she had to leave all the buttons open, she didn't have to 
worry about showing more than she already had to. Still, her nipples 
were clearly visible through the fabric. Some male colleagues began to 
tease her, and students whistled as she passed by. She was greeted by 
the same whispering and giggling whenever she went into a classroom, but 
she tried her best to ignore it.
Her heart sank when it's time for Amy's class again. As she had feared, 
when she was writing on the blackboard, Amy happened to drop her pen 
again. Karen blushed with embarrassment as she stared at the pen lying 
next to her feet. Then, as quickly as possible, she bent over and picked 
it up. From the commotion of the class, she thought they must have seen 
her bare buttocks when she bent over. To hide her embarrassment, she 
quickly turned her back on the class and began writing on the 
blackboard. But then she heard a noise and another pen was dropped onto 
the floor.
"Excuse me, Miss Johnson," it was Jeff, a boy sitting in the front row, 
"could you pick that up for me please?" he said with a wicked grin on 
his face, and almost the entire class burst out laughing. "Quiet, 
Please!" Karen fought back her tears of anger and humiliation, "and you, 
you pick it up yourself!" she said to Jeff angrily. Although in the end 
Jeff did come out and picked the pen up himself, Karen knew secretly 
that her future with this class was now doomed.



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