Christine's Price to be Paid

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Christine's Price to be Paid

By

Silence

Christine was taking her time packing her bag after cheerleader practice. She was in a singularly foul mood on a day that should have been one to savor for years to come. It was the first day of practice and that meant both that it was a relatively light day, and that the captain of the squad had been elected. As her luck would have it, she had become that captain, a fitting way for her to enter her fourth year of cheering. Seventeen, blonde hair and blue eyes, Christine maintained her athletic form year round in order to perform the difficult gymnastic moves that cheering demanded. Fit, ambitious and at the head of the squad she felt happiness.

However, she knew that the day would be brought low soon enough. Her cheerleading coach was also her history teacher, a usually reserved and private woman the students knew as Ms. Whelan. Christine had taken the first test in American History earlier that day and knew that she had done very poorly. Ms. Whelan's teaching style was somber and monotone and her lectures did not lend themselves to memory. When Ms. Whelan had asked her to meet her in the administrator's office after she showered and changed, Christine knew she was going to face the consequences of that test.

After long minutes she stood, wearing the pleated skirt and white top she had come to school in, her practice clothes well packed away in her bag. She hefted the bag and made the long walk down the corridor from the gym to the group of offices at the front of the school that housed all the people involved in administrative duties. The secretary behind her large oaken desk rivaled the massive expanse of wood both for being the largest thing in the room and the most unyielding. Nobody much liked Mrs. Rath and it was thought that the phonetic pronunciation of her name was quite appropriate for the way the heavyset woman treated all who came before her.

"What are you still doing here?" Thick and wrinkled eyelids closed over her dim eyes, opening with a slow contempt for what she saw as a stupid, perky young teenager who was present in her domain long past her welcome.

"I… Ms. Whelan wanted me to come and talk to her and Mr. Starkov when practice was over." Christine had stammered at first, but managed to complete the sentence with a degree of confidence. All it would be was just a little lecture, right?

"I see… " The old woman allowed the words to slowly crawl from her as if they were a judgment all their own. "Go right on in. Mr. Starkov told me he was expecting you."

Christine wordlessly walked past the desk and knocked on the door to Mr. Starkov's office before entering. She closed the door behind her, the silent hinges and quiet click of the door shutting behind her did nothing to cover the pounding sound of her racing heart, though nobody else could hear it. She set her bag next to the door and stepped into the room where Mr. Starkov sat behind his desk, a brutish black metal construction that was rumored to have been his during he very first teaching job and he had taken the cheap thing with him to all his future jobs for "luck". The plush chair he sat in was more fitting his status in the school with its high back and exceedingly comfortable lumbar support. He was a broad man, angular in feature and build as his heritage dictated. Born in America of Russian parents he was fluent in both languages, but spoke English with a graceful and educated cadence without a trace of an accent.

"Welcome Christine. Ms. Whelan and I were just talking about you. Congratulations on your achievement today. Ms. Whelan tells me that the other girls are ecstatic to have you as their new captain. It is a position full of responsibility, as I am sure you well know. Please, sit down…" He indicated an empty chair opposite the desk.

Next to it sat another, occupied by Ms. Whelan who watched Christine with half-lidded eyes and intertwined fingers. Her own dark hair was down from the normal bun she wore during class and the slightly more relaxed ponytail she sported during cheer practice. She had a curious smile on her face, but said nothing as Christine sat and turned her attention back toward Mr. Starkov.

"Christine, Ms. Whelan has brought to my attention the test that you took today. She knew that you were in the running for the cheer captain and she graded your test immediately in order to ensure that you would meet certain academic requirements. Alas, you failed the test and with the other problems that you have had in Ms. Whelan's class, that brings your grade all the way down to a D and I am afraid that that leaves us in a curious situation. While you are doing an average job or better in your other classes, a D is below the standards we want for any of the athletes in our school, including any cheerleaders and especially the captain of the squad."

Christine looked down at her lap and with one hand smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt while she thought about what he had said and what she should say in return. If she were dropped from the lead of the squad it would be disgraceful. Worse, she might be removed from cheerleading all together and that was a thought that shocked her. It would be humiliating and would ruin what status she maintained among the various social cliques that were important to many a teenager.

Mr. Starkov and Ms. Whelan exchanged a look while Christine was otherwise distracted in the thoughts of her impending loss of status. The sly smile on Ms. Whelan's face grew and Mr. Starkov decided to provide Christine with what in her eyes would be a path of escape. In reality it would be a comfortable noose wrapped about her neck and slowly tightened until it would consume her with hardly a notice.

"Christine, we have talked about this at length. Ms. Whelan and I believe that you are going to be good for the cheer squad. You have been a diligent cheerleader for years and I would like to see you continue in that tradition. However, these grades cannot be completely overlooked. It is possible though that certain test results could be… delayed until after the season is over. It is possible even that certain grades could be improved over time given certain circumstances. You could avoid being removed from the squad and with enough hard work you could even look forward to access to scholarships from a wide choice of schools after you graduate here."

Christine looked up at the hope he was dangling before her. It was bait, fresh, alive and waiting for her to snatch it up. She did not see the hook wrapped in the promise of salvation and like many creatures that had something wonderful dangled before them, she lunged for it with little thought.

"What would I have to do? I can't leave the squad now, not right after they've elected me to lead them." She got a confirming nod from the still silent Ms. Whelan and that made her feel better about exploring an option that a little voice in her mind called unorthodox at the least.

"Well, Christine, if we were to allow these grades to become official then you would face humiliation by your peers and your social status would be shattered. I have worked in schools long enough that I don't want to see that happen to you if it can be avoided. However, a fit punishment must be found in order for Ms. Whelan and I do keep things secret until such a time as you are no longer in danger of suffering because of them. After long deliberation Ms. Whelan has suggested that you should still face the humiliation that would have been brought about by your actions. However, you should face that humiliation in a safe and secret environment. Therefore, Ms. Whelan and I will take it upon ourselves to guide you through a number of experiences over the course of the season. These experiences will take place each and every day after school and after practice has concluded. You will come here to my office and you will do everything you are told. Otherwise, it may be required of us to present your grades to the rest of the academic population." He concluded his statement by leaning forward on his desk and planting her elbows there, his face closed to interpretation of his thoughts.

Christine's mind raced as she felt the very first tug of the hook on her cheek. She knew there was danger before her and she knew that she did not adequately recognize that danger. Her mind both tried to reason with her and to deceive her with that logic. She was going to be ruined in public, or as had been offered to her she could face that ruination in private where it would not destroy her. She nodded slowly and the hook pierced the skin of her cheek, soon enough it would be impossible to escape.

Mr. Starkov's eyes brightened at the nod and he allowed the first smile of the evening to cross his face. "Wonderful. It grows late and I believe we all have much to do before tomorrow. Before you go though, I will offer you a taste of what you will face throughout the many coming weeks. Stand up, reach under your skirt and remove your panties."

The order was given in an even voice, as if he was ordering a salad and wanted a particular dressing. The words shook Christine and made Ms. Whelan shift in her chair, wanting to be positioned to take particular delight in the girl's reaction. Christine noticed the both of them watching her and her mouth opened as if to speak while a blush flooded her cheeks. She could not force herself to stand nor speak as her teacher and principal watched her.

"Christine…" It was the soft voice of Ms. Whelan loaded with a sweetness that had never been present in her lectures or coaching sessions. It made her seem younger, friendlier and more trustworthy to the girl who was two-thirds her age. "Christine, you must listen to what Mr. Starkov tells you to do. I know you don't want to do it. You will feel exposed and humiliated and embarrassed, but isn't it better to feel that way here in front of us than to feel that way tomorrow in front of a thousand students when you are stripped of your rank and status?"

The honey dripped from her voice the whole time and it made the bait before Christine sweeter and made the hook easier to swallow despite the tugging pain that was blatantly the cost now. She clenched her eyes shut and lowered her head as she stood. The skirt she wore was not dangerously short, but she felt naked already before them. She lifted the edges of her skirt and reached under, trying to preserve her modesty as her finger sought and hooked the waistband of her cotton panties. She began to pull them down and made sure the shirt fell to again cover her as she did so, not offering much of a peek to either Ms. Whelan or Mr. Starkov. She had to bend to remove the white panties with their powder blue flower print from around her ankles and she knew by the creaking of Ms. Whelan's chair that she leaned back to peek at the soft flesh of her thighs that the skirt exposed. She sat again, the panties clutched in her hands.

"Give them to me." Mr. Starkov made no attempt to rise from his chair and only extended a hand, forcing Christine to stand again and reach forward to hand him her innocent looking underwear. He took them and stretched them between his fingers, allowing them to dangle in between his hands as if being worn by an invisible woman. "Christine, these are unacceptable from now on. You will be allowed only to wear skirts to school and under them you must wear thong-cut panties. Ms. Whelan and I will be checking. Now, go on home and be sure to tell your parents that you will be late from now on because of your new position."

Christine reached out for her panties, but Mr. Starkov folded them up and put them in his desk drawer with a raised eyebrow, waiting for her to obey. She blushed as she got the message and turned, picking up her bag at the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Starkov."

Tuesday morning was bright and sunny. Birds sang outside of Christine's window as she dressed for school. Fashion dictated that she not wear the same skirt as the day before, but she was reluctant to wear the only other one she owned. She had many a nice dress to wear, but school was not a place to wear her Sunday best. The other skirt was bright red and had been purchased in order to wear to a club. It was tight and short and would hug her thighs and rear, but she settled upon wearing it. She also studied carefully her choice of underwear. She had very few thongs and if Mr. Starkov held to his word then she would have to buy more before the week was out. Today she would have to wear a red thong that was more mesh and lace than actual material. She dressed sullenly, wondering why the birds were so happy. She looked at herself in the mirror, red shirt and white top with red shoes and white socks to match. She sighed softly and left her room.

The day passed slowly and yet far too quickly as far as she was concerned. She had made an effort to act normally, but she could feel her slightly quicker heartbeat and the shallow pace of her breathing all day long. She could not stop thinking about Mr. Starkov and, to her surprise, Ms. Whelan. By the end of the day she was so nervous that she asked Ms. Whelan if she could be excused from practice. She got a raised eyebrow and a small smile for her question and was told to go to Mr. Starkov's office right away.

Christine had hoped to be spared the ordeal of the office visit, but faced her fate while Ms. Whelan turned back to the locker room full of girls changing for cheerleader practice. Christine found herself clutching her books to her chest as she walked in a daze down the hall, into the administration wing and past Mrs. Rath as the secretary told her to go on into Mr. Starkov's office.

When she entered, Mr. Starkov sat behind his desk wearing a white shirt and blue tie. His suit jacket was across the back of his chair and he was working on a paper that he wrote on for a moment more before placing it into a folder and sliding it to the side of the desk. He looked up at her and made a show of checking both his watch and the wall clock before he spoke to her.

"You are early Christine. Ms. Whelan called and told me that you were on your way. Are you so eager to begin?" He raised an eyebrow, half expecting the girl before him to run, much to her regret as he well knew. However, she did not and she actually nodded.

"Yes… sir. I couldn't concentrate all day. I found myself thinking, and now I'm too nervous to go cheer or anything." Christine heard herself admit that to Mr. Starkov and her stomach tightened itself down into a little ball of energy. She was watching him, much as he watched her with both surprise and curiosity.

"Well, you have picked a poor time to want to be early. I have a lot of work to do and was depending on the time you would be at practice to do it. I think that you will have to sit in the corner until I am quite done. It is unfortunate that Ms. Whelan has so much to do this evening or I could depend on her to punish you. As it is, she will not be joining us tonight."

Mr. Starkov stood and put his suit jacket on, making him appear all the larger to Christine. She could only guess that he was more than six feet tall and easily twice her weight. He moved with fluidity and grace that surprised her as he stepped around the desk and pulled one of the chairs to the far corner of his office. He turned to her and looked her over for a moment before crossing to his filing cabinet and unlocking a drawer.

"Remove your skirt, your shirt and shoes. Sit in the chair." He ordered her over his shoulder as he rummaged in the drawer.

Christine heard what he said and shuddered. She had thought she might have to give her panties up, but had not thought about the rest of her clothing.

"Mr. Starkov, I'm not wearing a bra today." She blushed and looked at him as he paused in his work for a moment, apparently in thought.

"Christine, it is not my problem or concern what you are wearing as long as you are without your shoes, skirt and shirt and in that chair by the time I turn around. You know what will happen if you are not."

She did indeed know, or so she thought. She hurried then to obey and in moments was wearing only her panties and white socks. She looked at the door and saw no lock on it as she sat, praying silently that nobody would enter. She crossed her arms across her modest breasts and waited only a second before Mr. Starkov turned to face her.

"Very good Christine. Now, since you have interrupted me, I must make sure you will not distract me while I work." His hands were full, but of what she did not know as he walked past her and stood behind the chair. "Place your hands behind the chair Christine, do it now."

She heard the commanding tone in his voice and she obeyed, albeit slowly. Her hands lingered on her breasts, covering them for what good it would do for the moment before she reached around the broad back of the chair and held her hands there. She gasped as she felt cold steel quickly circle her wrists and she tried to pull away but found her hands attached to one another.

"What are you..!?" her question was quickly stopped as Mr. Starkov pressed a red rubber ball to her lips and worked it between her teeth before she could close them. Black leather straps quickly pulled the ball tight to her mouth and buckled behind her head, leaving her unable to make a coherent or loud noise.

"Christine, you must not be able to distract me and this is necessary. You have agreed to your punishment, and your eagerness to get here has only made things worse for you. From now on, you will attend practice and act perfectly normally. No one must be able to suspect that anything unusual is happening." As he spoke he knelt behind the chair and roped the handcuffs to the legs of the chair, holding her hands far back behind the chair. He circled before her and bound her ankles together with many twists of rope and these he bound to the chair as well so as to hold her in place. He stood and looked down at her, resisting the urge to caress one of her small breasts.

"Now, you need only wait an hour or so before your punishment begins." He turned and returned to his desk, not sparing her another look as he bent to his papers, ignoring her muffled pleas as she struggled in the corner against steel and rope.

Her struggles were equally valiant and futile. Eventually she yielded to futility and sat still, adjusting herself as much as she could to relieve small aches and pains from her immobility. The hour passed slowly as she could do little but watch the clock and Mr. Starkov.

At long last he finished and came to stand before her, arms crossed and frowning. His suit jacket lay again on his chair and he tilted his head as he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up to expose thick forearms.

"Christine, I was going to be more lenient on you today than this. However, you have evidenced an inability to follow simple instructions. Perhaps this explains your poor grades, perhaps not. In any case you have accelerated our plans for you. I am certain that Ms. Whelan will punish you herself tomorrow because you caused her to miss your little initiation."

Mr. Starkov returned to the filing cabinet and when he returned it was with a short whip made up of a dozen thick strips of leather. "You were early and because of that you will get one lash for each minute that you were." He followed through on what he promised, sparing her his full strength since this was her first time. The blows fell upon her, scattered upon her stomach, shoulders and breasts. She writhed and whimpered and complained through the gag, but she had been an hour early and sixty lashes created a red web work of small welts across her body.

Mr. Starkov knew the marks would fade even before she went to bed tonight, but he appreciated them all the same. Christine did not. She continued to shift and writhe in the chair as the stings of the blows slowly subsided. She sat there, whimpering and struggling anew as Mr. Starkov allowed her to calm herself. Eventually he knelt and untied her legs, his face near enough to her hips that he could smell her excitement. He had been right after all, this one would last a long time. He continued to release her but left the ball gag in place.

"Stand up and get dressed. Leave the gag on the table next to the door when you leave. Tomorrow, wear no panties at all. Ms. Whelan is looking forward to your visit." With that Mr. Starkov sat again at his desk and began to work.

Christine did exactly as she was bidden, dressing and gathering her things before walking to the door and reaching up to remove the gag. She set it on the table and left without a word, her knees weak, heart racing and panties wet.

Wednesday Christine awoke early and set about getting dressed for school with an unusual determination. She had been forced to shop the night before and had purchased a skirt with this day in mind. It was more conservative than she usually wore, falling past her knees and would help her feel more comfortable as she dressed herself, leaving her panties in the drawer.

Again the day passed slowly, but she made a show of being happy and perky and normal. Even at cheerleader practice she was more energetic, aware that Ms. Whelan watched her every move carefully. She was not about to offer additional reasons for an afternoon punishment. Already she was excited, watching Ms. Whelan watch her as she pranced about and stretched in her shorts and sports bra.

At last practice ended and the girls broke up, heading off to shower and change. Ms. Whelan called Christine aside and spoke to her as the other girls disappeared into the school.

"Christine, Mr. Starkov told me what happened yesterday. I missed your first real punishment and I'm rather upset about that. You'll have to make it up to me. Go shower with the other girls, but don't dress yet. Meet me in my office wearing only a towel after all the other girls have gone."

"Yes Ms. Whelan."

"Christine, you may call me Miss or Mistress from now on when we are alone. Anything else, and you'll be breaking a rule. Understand, pet?"

"Yes…Miss." Christine blushed and turned away to go shower with the other girls. She was thankful that the welts had faded so quickly as she undressed and showered, for the first time paying attention to the other girls. She knew now why Ms. Whelan spent so much time watching them shower and she started to form an idea about what would soon be in store for her.

Christine was able to linger long enough in the showers for all the other girls to leave before her. She dried herself and then wrapped her body in the towel before knocking on Ms. Whelan's office door in the locker room. She got no answer and after an additional knock she entered of her own volition. Inside sat Ms. Whelan, not at her desk but at the locker room styled bench that sat before it. She was still dressed in her own workout clothing, despite the cool air of the air-conditioned room. Christine could feel her nipples hardening because of the cool air, despite the towel covering her.

"Christine, Mr. Starkov has asked me to make sure you more fully understand what will be happening to you. Today I'm going to have you for a very long time. I've already called your parents and told them that you will be here for a long time with some extra practice."

Ms. Whelan stood and stretched, letting her long black hair spill out of the ponytail she wore. Arranged on her desk were a number of items, all of them for use on the poor high school senior that stood before her. She lifted the same ball gag that Christine had worn the day before and tossed it to the girl.

"Put this on, drop your towel and lie on the bench on your back."

Ms. Whelan's orders were more direct and snapped then Mr. Starkov's had been. Christine felt herself excited by the direct and demanding nature of the order. She caught the gag and looked at her teacher/coach/mistress for a long moment before opening her mouth and inserting the ball. The leather straps she reached up to pull around her head and fasten under her hair. The towel fell away as she did so and the cold air assaulted her as the leather bit into her cheeks with the tightness of the gag.

Effectively muffled and nude she stepped toward the bench and lay back on it, the worn wood smooth on her rear and back. She was forced to part her legs to either side of the bench and she allowed herself a whimper as she saw Ms. Whelan take a look between her legs at her neatly trimmed sex. She closed her eyes and settled herself onto the bench.

Because of her closed eyes she could not see Ms. Whelan lift the black leather cuffs. She opened her eyes again to the feeling of that leather around one wrist and then the other. She did not resist even as small brass padlocks promised that the cuffs would not be removed anytime soon. She felt her arms as they were pulled above her and the clicking of chain explained why she could not remove her arms from their stretched position once they were locked to the bench above her. Ms. Whelan repeated the process with her ankles, cuffing them together under the bench so that she could not lift her legs. White nylon rope looped around each thigh and pulled her legs widely open with slow deliberate tugs. The same style of rope was then looped repeatedly around her body, holding her firmly to the bench no matter her intention to struggle.

When it was all said and done, Christine could hardly move and felt herself to be very exposed. Her teacher's gaze caressed her bound body shortly before her fingers did. Unlike Mr. Starkov, Ms. Whelan did not resist the temptation to touch her wherever she wanted. Christine's soft cheeks, her breasts, legs and even the wetness of her sex were all explored.

Ms. Whelan left the room for a brief moment and when she returned it was with a silver bowel she sat on the bench between Christine's legs. Christine could not watch all that followed, but she knew soon after Ms. Whelan began that she was being shaved. She wanted to wiggle and move, but dared not because of Ms. Whelan's confident and swift strokes with the razor. For the first time, Christine was truly thankful of the rope holding her in place. When the soft towel wiped across her pussy and both cleaned and dried her she could feel a fresh coolness around her sex. The air-conditioning in the room made her freshly shaven sex even more vulnerable.

Her eyes watched Ms. Whelan stand and set aside the bowl and razor. "There, nice and clean. I just love a freshly shaved pussy, and soon you'll learn to love it too." Ms. Whelan knelt again at the foot of the bench and began to kiss her way up Christine's thighs. Eventually her lips met up with Christine's sex and a gentle kiss graced the excited teen. Ms. Whelan's pink tongue flickered out and expertly teased Christine until she was pulling hard at her bonds, trying to shift herself into greater contact with her teacher's mouth. After several minutes she was on the verge of having an orgasm imposed upon her and her struggled showed this. Ms. Whelan pulled away and stood, trailing fingers along that wet and unfulfilled sex.

"I'm afraid, Christine, that you don't get to cum quite yet. You have proven that you are quite willing to be our pet, aren't you?"

Christine nodded and whimpered through her gag.

"And you'll do anything I tell you, won't you?"

Another nod accompanied by a weak buck of her hips, her wet sex reaching out half an inch to be touched to no avail.

"And you'll let me do anything I want to you, won't you my pet? You love being helpless and humiliated, don't you?"

The bound girl nodded a final and enthusiastic time. It was true that the two previous nights she had stayed up late thinking only of a moment like this. She harbored no illusions that things for her would become much harder and more humiliating, however there was always a part of her that had seemed to crave that. The offer from her educators only facilitated her exploration of something she wanted in any case. Desired or not though, things were coming that would be life changing in ways she could not imagine.

Ms. Whelan stood near the bench and undressed. Her body was in great shape and being over thirty had not in any way ruined the youthful athleticism that had marked her life. As Christine watched and studied she noticed that Ms. Whelan's sex was also shaved, giving her a pleasant view of it as her teacher towered over her.

"Remember how I promised that you would come to enjoy a freshly shaven pussy too?" Ms. Whelan did not wait for an answer as she reached down and removed the gag from Christine's mouth. "Now, pet, your mouth is only to be used for one thing, and it isn't speaking. Answer me with a nod or shake of your head." Ms. Whelan straddled her student's face, standing well above her head. "Have you ever licked a pussy before?"

Christine shook her head, but her eyes never left the mesmerizing sight of her teacher's sex hovering above her. She licked her lips, panting in excitement. She watched as Ms. Whelan crouched just a little, slowly bringing those shaven lips down and eventually into contact with her mouth. Christine was surprised at first at the taste of the wetness that she noticed upon the first kiss she applied. She almost wanted to recoil, the mere thought of what she was doing making her nearly panic. She felt so dirty and used, her teacher grasping the hair of her head and slowly rubbing her pussy along her mouth.

The bound girl found herself helpless to resist and she allowed her tongue to slip from her mouth and part the wet lips her instructor offered her. With forceful direction from Ms. Whelan she was doing an expert beginner's job of getting her teacher off. She was rewarded quickly enough with the feeling of Ms. Whelan clutching her face close and experiencing a loud orgasm. Christine was left wet, both between her legs and on her face. She desired what her teacher had just felt and would sell herself to feel it.

For her part, Ms. Whelan knew this of Christine and knelt down to tease the poor girl's sex. "Christine, you want to cum badly, don't you?" Ms. Whelan smiled as the girl nodded and refrained from speaking. "I'm afraid that I'll have to hurt you a little to allow you that privilege. Is that alright with you pet, or should I leave you here while I go clean up? You may speak."

Christine whimpered loudly as Ms. Whelan's skilled fingers teased and aroused her. She knew that if she agreed that Ms. Whelan would make her suffer dearly before allowing her an orgasm, but it would be worse to be left alone and bound, unable to cum at all. "Please…Mistress… Hurt me all you want, please just let me cum."

Ms. Whelan smiled and decided to grant the girl's request, but not in quite the way she might expect. She would not hurt her first because then she would have the orgasm to look forward to. Instead, Ms. Whelan decided to allow the girl her pleasure now and pay the price later. As Christine would soon find out, everything had a price.

The fingers between her legs continued to play with her wet sex. Christine was pulling at her wrist cuffs, eager for the pleasure that she felt building within her. When she at last came it was mind blowing and the energy it consumed left her surprised and a little dazed. Every muscle in her body strained and pulled and after long moments of enjoying her pleasure Christine relaxed, eyes closed and head rolled to the side.

Ms. Whelan only allowed her student enough time to rest as it took for her to gather up the items she would use for her punishment. Christine's first indication that her punishment was to begin was when Ms. Whelan's fingers began to toy with her nipples. Christine watched, enjoying the feeling of those fingers toying with her. Her hard nipples begged for attention and with little warning they got what they desired, after a fashion. Small clamps tipped with black rubber suddenly pinched those sensitive nubs of flesh, left and right. Christine's eyes opened wide, but before she could protest those clamps tightened down and she cried out. She began to feel the pulse of her racing heart through her nipples and she whimpered loudly.

Ms. Whelan sat back and enjoyed watching the teenager writhe on the bench in an effort to soothe the discomfort she felt. She stood and again placed herself between Christine's legs, holding a final clamp. Christine had little opportunity to notice before Ms. Whelan's fingers parted her lower lips and allowed that wicked clamp to affix to the young woman's clit. This time, Ms. Whelan was rewarded with a scream. While Christine wiggled and whimpered that ball gag was placed again into the girl's mouth to quiet any future complaint.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes pet. Then you can stretch and dress for home. Mr. Starkov is eager to hear how your lesson went. You be sure to remember everything and tell him tomorrow." With that Ms. Whelan left the room and let Christine think about what she had done.

Thursday afternoon found Christine sore and tired and above all, excited. After practice she went quickly to Mr. Starkov's office and found a scene that was familiar to her. Mr. Starkov and Ms. Whelan waited for her as they had on Monday. Christine sat in the empty chair and looked at the two of them with demure eyes. She said nothing and folded her hands in her lap and waited to be addressed.

"Christine, Ms. Whelan has already told me what happened yesterday afternoon. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm alright, sir. I'm a little sore, but I've never done anything like that before." Christine spoke softly, not meeting their eyes as she answered.

"And did you enjoy what happened? You have been surprisingly compliant and this has pleased both Ms. Whelan and myself." Mr. Starkov's eyes looked directly at Christine with a single blink as the only movement.

"Yes, sir. I have never done anything like this before, but I did enjoy it. At first I was worried and scared, but I think I really enjoy it."

"That is good, Christine. We have a lot more planned for you. Stand up. Undress. It is time to continue."