Corporal Punishment

Chapter Three: Painful Angles

Dr. Cook was a well dressed man with a full head of hair. At six feet tall he towered over most of the students. Dressed immaculately in his pressed oxford shirt and gray slacks, he exuded confidence. He also was inordinately kind, and despite Tami's attitude, she doubted whether Dr. Cook would punish her.

"Well well, Tami. It looks like you finally got some of what you deserved." Dr. Cook said, looking her over with an appreciative eye. "I like what you did with the string, Will. Something historical?"

Mr. Mason chuckled. "Actually, yes. It's a variation from the old witch drownings in Europe. They would tie a woman's thumb to her big toe, crossing the legs. Made swimming impossible. If the woman survived, she was a witch."

Dr. Cook laughed. "I like it. Well, come on, Tami. You're part of my lecture today." Dr Cook led her into the classroom.

"Bye Ms. Edwards. I hope you suffer immensely for the rest of the day." Mr. Mason said with relish.

Tami stumbled forward, following Dr. Cook with trepidation. Already there was a quiet hum amongst the other students as Dr. Cook pulled her to the front of the class. Tami couldn't face the stares and lewd comments and stared resolutely at the floor, wishing the whole morning was nothing but a bad nightmare she could wake up from.

Usually, Dr. Cook preferred to sit at the head of the class, sitting behind an overhead projector. But this morning his high stool and the projector had been moved off to the side which made room for another folding table just like the one Tami had been on at the Assembly. Laid out on one side was a number of large geometric shape models, including cylinders, spheres, and even three different types of pyramids.

"All right everyone, settle down now." Dr. Cook said loudly, trying to re-impose a semblance of order over the class. "Come here, Tami. You get to kneel on the table." Dr. Cook put his hands under her arms and lifted her up onto the table. Her arms could only move so far and the movement tugged harshly on her breasts, bringing tears to her eyes. Her head hung, her eyes dripping and cheeks tear streaked as Dr. Cook pushed her legs apart, forcing her to kneel with her body wide spread.

"Oh please, no, Dr. Cook! That hurts!" Tami cried out as she felt her thighs begin to ache.

"Nonsense, Tami. It's supposed to hurt. But don't worry; I'll be giving you some support in just a moment." He turned and faced the class.

"I realize that you are all advanced mathematicians, but I wanted to go over the some geometrical shapes along with some formulas on how to figure angle degree, hypotenuse, area, and even volume." He picked up on of the pyramids, a tall four sided steep sloped object that was almost seven inches tall and six wide. It was made of wood, but coated with some rubber type latex.

Tami couldn't concentrate as he began to tell the class about ratios and isosceles triangles, the ache in her legs taking far more of her attention. Her breasts still ached, but it was the constant weight of her arms on her nipples that hurt the most. Her bottom was nothing but a warm throb that was bearable unless it touched something.

"And perhaps Tami can tell us what the slope of this pyramid is then." Announced Dr. Cook who held up the pyramid in front of her face, forcing her to look at it.

"Well Tami? What's the slope degree? Or were you not paying attention as usual?" demanded Dr. Cook.

Tami opened her mouth unable to respond as the doctor waved the object in front of her face. Finally she stammered her ignorance.

"I-I-I don't know."

Dr Cook frowned, but with a sparkle in his eye. "I figured as much. Well, I'll just make sure you study this one. Maybe by the end of class you can tell me what I want to know." He placed the pyramid on the table in front of her and between her legs and pushed it back toward her until she felt the side of it against her sex. She jumped, her still pink flower tender to the slightest touch.

"Lift up, little Tami. You get to do a touch and feel session." Dr. Cook said.

Tami rose up, feeling the pain in her thighs relax for just a moment. She cried out and cringed away from Dr. Cook as the fingers of his left hand found her wet slit, spreading the beaten petals of her flower open. She felt the hard sharp point of the pyramid, first against her skin, and then pushed into her ever so slightly.

"Okay, down you go again, Tami." Dr. Cook said, his hands on her hips. Tami gasped as he pushed downward. She felt the tip of the pyramid begin to drive upward into her body. Tami had been deflowered two years before, followed by a succession of boys and even Heather's fingers, but nothing prepared her for the angular intruder penetrating her now. With even the little pressure applied by Dr. Cook, the tall pyramid spread her sex wide, stretching the tender bruised skin apart. As she sunk down, the tip drove inward until she could feel the sides of the pyramid pressing hard against the bones of her pelvis. She burst into tears as the pain lashed upward into her.

"Oh hush." Said Dr. Cook. He pulled two long wide leather straps from a desk drawer and placed one over each out spread bent leg.

"Jeremy? Can you come and help me secure these?" He motioned to one of the boys sitting at the front. The boy rose and helped the doctor run the straps under the table, and then one above each outstretched leg. Dr. Cook buckled the first one, yanking it hard and taut, eliciting another outcry from Tami. The second strap being tightened didn't provoke more than a groan, but the class could see that Tami's sex had been spread and stretched so wide that the previously red flesh had turned white. Tami sobbed, her hands tugging at her nipples as her strength failed her and she was split up the middle.

Dr. Cook continued his lecture while the class watched Tami writhe and moan, sometimes shaking, punctuating the lesson with whines and squeals. Frequently she strained, trying to rise up, but the straps held her down. Finally the period bell rang and Dr. Cook loosed the straps, pulling her upward. The pyramid was coated with clear juice, but Dr. Cook knew it had not been a pleasant sexual experience. He massaged Tami's legs quickly when it became apparent she wouldn't be able to stand.

"Come on, Tami. You've got science next., don't you?" Asked Dr. Cook as he helped her to her feet. Trembling and shaking, she could barely walk. He kept one arm around her, supporting her as they made their way from his classroom and down the hall.

Once more she was object of scrutiny, but Dr. Cook's presence kept the remarks too a minimum. Tami could barely comprehend what was happening, her body a riot of pain and discomfort.