~Subject: School Daze by Dark Side 2/? (M+/F,nc,bdsm)
~From: an271049@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Sun, 26 Nov 1995 07:27:14 UTC
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


   Didn't I tell you that I'd be right back? Here is the next chapter 
in my epic tale of love nonexistant and life almost not worth living 
for a teen girl caught in the clutches of evil males.

        Evil men to the left of me, evil men to the right, 
        I'm stuck in the middle with you.
        Yeah, yeah, stuck in the middle with you.

   The above passage is sung to the tune of that song, you know the 
one. Yeah, da, da dum, da, da. You got it.
   Anyway, don't read this if the thought of nonconsentual sex doesn't 
turn your knees to jelly. The thought, just the thought. No...no don't 
flame me, AAARRRRGGGHHHHHH.

                                 School Daze
                                 by Dark Side

Chapter 2: Curriculum

I somehow made it to the office to get my class schedule and, after 
crying for what seemed like forever in the bathroom, got to my first 
class. I had gym, and could hear the other girls whisper as they 
noticed that 
I wasn’t wearing anything under my clothes. In class, the teacher, Mr. 
Jenkins, immediately noticed, too. 
Pulling me aside, he told me that not wearing underwear was dangerous 
in gym. His eyes never left my chest. As a lesson, he made me spend the 
period running laps. By the time that it was time to get cleaned up, my 
gym shi
rt was soaked and sticking to me. Mr. Jenkins made me run until all the 
other girls were done in the showers. Alone in the locker room, I 
angrily tore my clothes off and turned to get in the shower. Standing 
there, 
in the space between the lockers, was Mr. Jenkins and the other gym 
teacher, Mr. Ross. 
My hands leapt to cover my body as I gasped in shock. "You know, 
Rachel, a young woman as endowed and as attractive as you are should 
know better than to come to school half naked. Don’t you understand the 
effect that a b
ody like yours has on the male populous of the school? Jim here and I 
have been talking and we don’t think that you should be let loose on an 
unsuspecting student body. It wouldn’t be fair to you or the other 
students. So
 we’ve decided that for today, you will remain in our office. I will 
write a note excusing you from your other classes and you’ll still 
learn a valuable lesson today."
They just stood there, watching me as his words sank in. "Please turn 
around so that I can get dressed, then I’ll tell you why I don’t have 
any underwear." I was ready to tell the whole story. I couldn’t bear to 
have my t
eachers thinking that I was a slut. I waited for them to turn around. 
Instead, Mr. Jenkins stepped forward and grabbed my clothes from the 
bench beside me and grasped my upper arm. "You won’t need the clothes 
today, Rache
l. We need to teach you not to expose yourself like this in the 
future."
As he shoved my naked body in front of him down the hall to the door to 
their office, I could hear the students starting into the locker room 
for the next class. I was amazed to see that the office of the two male 
gym tea
chers was situated right in the wall separating the boys and girls 
locker rooms. In my old school, the male teachers never came near the 
girls rooms. Mr. Jenkins opened the door and pushed me inside. "Go 
stand next to the
 desk with your hands at your sides, and don’t move." Embarrassed by my 
nudity in front of the two men, I walked to the desk and stood beside 
it, my hands still covering my chest and crotch. 
There was a whistling sound and suddenly I jerked forward. A pain shot 
up from my behind and I let out a short scream. Mr. Ross appeared 
beside me with a long belt in his hand. "We aren’t used to having to 
repeat ourselve
s, put your hands down." My hands flew to my sides, forgetting about my 
nudity as sobs of pain wracked my body. Then he stepped behind the desk 
and sat down not 2 feet away from me, his face level with my flat 
stomach. "M
r. Jenkins has to get to his next class. So you and I will have a 
chance to get to know each other. You are to stand there unless I tell 
you different. Move without permission and you’ll see how the corporal 
punishment la
ws work around here. Do you understand?"
My head was still swimming from the pain of the belt, but I had the 
presence of mind to nod and say "Yes sir".  "Good, maybe you can be 
taught. Now, since you are so interested by your body, perhaps we 
should start with a 
tour. I want you to show me the parts of your sexual organs and tell me 
about them. Remember, I’m the health teacher , too. Make certain that 
you get it right."
My face burning with embarrassment, I pointed to my left breast. "This 
is my breast, it is for feeding babies." As I was starting on the next 
sentence, Mr. Ross’s hand flew out and slapped my thigh. I gasped at 
the pain. 
"No, Rachel. I said that I wanted to hear about your sexual organs, not 
your reproductive. What makes your breasts sexual?" I stood there blank 
faced. "What do you do with them during sex?" "I don’t know. I’m a 
virgin. I...I guess that the man touches them." Tears filled my eyes as 
I frantically searched for the correct answer. 
"Rachel, the answer is that breasts are to make the sex act more 
pleasurable for your lover. They may or may not make you feel good, 
depending on your frame of mind and your lover's skill. But, they 
always feel good to you
r partners." As he spoke, he reached up and stroked my breasts with his 
hands. I wanted to pull away, but I knew that I would get whipped 
again, so I stood there and grit my teeth. He fully explored my 
breasts, stroking, 
lifting, and squeezing the sensitive mounds. "See, if you wanted this, 
it would feel good to you. This, on the other hand, wouldn’t." He 
suddenly gripped my nipples with his fingers and twisted.
I screeched as my knees gave out from the agony. He didn’t let up on 
the pressure for what seemed like an eternity. "Now do you get it? I 
enjoyed that just as much, if not more, than only touching them. You, 
however, didn’t. Now, get up and continue." I struggled to my feet. My 
normally soft, pink nipples were now hard and an angry red color. 
I pointed to my crotch. "This is my vagina, when I have se.." "I can’t 
see what your talking about. Try putting your foot up on the desk." I 
hesitated, knowing that there was no way that he would let this go 
without touch
ing me there. I couldn’t believe that in less than half a day, I would 
have been abused by more men than I ever thought would touch me in my 
whole life. I broke out of my reverie when Mr. Ross reached for one of 
my nipple
s. My foot flew up on the desktop.
I tried again. "This is my vag..." "I still can’t see. Spread it for 
me." Somehow, there was still some untouched part of my dignity, for I 
could feel a blush spread from my face to my chest. "Please don’t make 
me do that
, I’m begging you." He appeared to think about it, then he reached out 
and began to rummage through  my pubic hair, purposely yanking on the 
curls. "Ouch, no no, I will do it. Let me do it please."
Swallowing my embarrassment, I reached down and spread the lips apart. 
"This is my vagina, it is for..." I knew what he wanted to hear, but I 
stumbled over the words. "for, making... I mean giving my... my lovers 
pleasure." My face was burning again as he slipped a finger along the 
dry slit between my thighs, making certain to rub my clit. "Not bad for 
an obvious beginner, but you forgot a few things. What about your mouth 
or your ass, even your hands. You have a lot to learn, fortunately for 
you, we’re good teachers. Now, get on your knees." 
Fearing the alternative, I slipped down beside the desk. He pulled his 
chair from under the desk and turned toward me. As he did, I noticed 
that one of his hands was wrapped around his, now exposed, penis. It 
was huge, st
icking up toward his chest. "Do you think that you can figure out what 
to do with your mouth and hands? Because if you can’t, I would be 
willing to bet that Mr. Jenkins’ class would be happy to give you some 
lessons. After a whipping, of course." Frantically, I grabbed his penis 
and began to kiss it. "Please don’t do that, I’ll learn. I’ll make you 
happy." After allowing me to kiss and stroke his penis in total 
ignorance of what to do for a few minutes, Mr. Ross grab
bed my head between his hands and shoved the tip of his organ into my 
mouth.
I gagged. He smelled and tasted of sweat and a drop of gooey sperm 
smeared over my tongue. The bitter taste made me want to throw up. 
Grabbing one of my hands, Mr. Ross slipped it in the opening of his 
pants. I cupped his hairy balls.
 The hands holding my head shoved it up and down at an ever faster 
rate, until suddenly he stiffened and pulled my mouth off of his organ. 
Ropes of thick white sperm shot out of the tip and splattered against 
my face.
I was sobbing hysterically as he stood and pulled me  to my feet. "Now 
you look like a woman who knows about sex. You stand there with your 
hands at your side. I have to get some work done." With that, he strode 
out of th
e office. The hot sperm on my face was cooling quickly as looked around 
the room for the first time. 
The walls were covered with pictures of obviously happy sports teams 
featuring both of the coaches surrounded and being congratulated and 
carried of the fields of play. Trophies stocked the shelf space. Then 
my eyes pause
d on a curtained window on the far wall. The cloth gapped in the center 
and I could see into the room beyond. The girls locker room. Naked 
young bodies filled the view. God, the men could just sit in here and 
watch every 
girl in the school undress and shower. The window seemed to correspond 
to a mirror on the wall, as many of the girls in various stages of 
dress would walk up to peer at their faces or fix their hair.  
How long I stood there with my teacher’s juice dried on my face I 
couldn’t say, but finally the door opened and Mr. Jenkins stepped in. 
"I see Mr. Ross let you have some fun. Well, I’m not as nice as he is. 
If you are her
e for discipline, with me, that’s what you get." My heart flew into my 
throat. "I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to show off my body, you don’t know 
what I’ve been through today. Please, let me go. I’ll never give you 
any more 
problems." The crust on my face flaked off as I spoke. At least it did 
until the tears pouring down made it a gooey mess again. 
Mr. Jenkins just grabbed my arm and led me to a couch along the wall. I 
hesitated for a second, knowing that I was about to be raped right 
here. "That’s ten more young lady. Keep resisting and it will be a lot 
more." Ten 
more? Ten more what? Still in shock from everything that had happened 
before, my brain just wouldn’t work. I stopped wondering when he pulled 
me over his lap on the couch. My parents never spanked me, but the 
position is 
obvious enough. Before I could think of something to say, a loud smack 
filled the room followed by a scream. Mine. 
I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. His hand just kept descending and 
the pain didn’t lessen. Through a haze of pain, I could sometimes hear 
him counting...12...24...33. Sometime during the ordeal he had paused 
long enou
gh to open his pants because he suddenly stopped and I could feel his 
hot sperm shoot up my thighs and then drip back over the brown fir 
between my legs where he had placed his rock hard penis.
The rest of the day I stood, naked and silent, by the desk. Sperm was 
caked on my face and thighs. Either Mr. Ross and Mr. Jenkins was 
usually in the chair in front of me. Most of the time, they did paper 
work, but once or twice Mr. Ross "took a break" and spe
nt several minutes playing with my breasts and between my legs. I was 
beyond humiliation with these men. When he wanted to touch me, I just 
kept my eyes forward and pretended to be somewhere else. 
Finally, Mr. Jenkins threw my clothes at me and told me to get dressed 
and get out to my bus. He stopped me at the door on my way out. "I hope 
that you learned a lesson today, Rachel. This school isn’t good to 
young women
 that get a reputation for being easy or a tease. Just keep your nose 
clean and this will never have to happen again."
I raced to the bus and slid into a seat nearer to the front. Memories 
from the day played in my head like a movie. I watched as an attractive 
young brunette was fondled and abused in the back of a school bus. Then 
she liv
ed through an entire day of humiliation and pain. By the time that I 
came back to reality, the bus was moving and another girl was sitting 
next to me, watching the tears slide down my face. "Don’t worry, once 
they get tir
ed of you, things aren’t so bad." She sounded as if she thought that it 
was just a difficult class or something. 
The boys from the morning passed by on their way to their seats, 
snickering and shooting comments at me, but I was too lost in the 
misery to bother listening. Besides, tomorrow morning I would give them 
the money I had sa
ved from my birthday and they wouldn’t be able to take advantage of me 
again. 
At home,  I ran for the book safe that I keep my savings in. I would be 
able to just slide by using the last of my money. Then this nightmare 
would end. I could try to put this whole day in the back of my mind. 
After all,
 they didn’t rape me. Just some touches, some looking. The teachers 
would leave me alone, now that they punished me. The boys would let me 
be because I paid them... A scream jumped from my mouth of its own 
volition. There 
was no money in my safe, just a note from my mother. 

Honey,
  I  needed the money to get through the week, sorry. I’ll pay you back 
next Friday.
Love,
Mom


I just collapsed on my bed and cried.