Corporal Punishment

Chapter Seven: A New Use For A Crockpot

Finally they arrived at Mrs. Rutger's classroom, entering to find several students rearranging the desks at Mrs. Rutger's direction.

"Oh. You're here already." Mrs. Rutger said, a frown upon her face.

"Want her to wait in the hall, Beth?" Coach Hampton asked.

Mrs. Rutger shook her head. "No. It won't matter if she see our preparations." She turned back toward the boys moving desks. "Against the walls, gentlemen. Leave the center space open."

Tami looked around as her schoolmates pushed the normally even spaced desks into two inward facing halves, opening the center of the room up. Tami noticed that there was a crock pot sitting on Mrs. Rutger's desk, the tops of three glass jars plainly in view. There was a warm delicious smell, and Tami wondered what was cooking.

Finally the boys were finished and Mrs. Rutger handed them a blue plastic tarp, ordering them to spread it out in the middle of the room, and to tape down the edges. Coach Hampton watched for a few minutes and then turned toward the English teacher.

"Beth? I…uh…had Tami wear a certain…device…during her punishment with me. Want to leave it in? Or do you want me to take it with me?"

Mrs. Rutger turned with a raised eyebrow. "A device? What kind?" She asked.

Coach Hampton waved his hand. "Oh just a vibration device. Porn shop toy really, but with a remote." He held up the small control box. "Flick of the switch." He moved his thumb and Tami gasped, her legs closing as a loud buzzing sound filled the room, obviously coming from Tami's crotch.

Mrs. Rutger watched as Tami fidgeted, the severe buzzing exciting her again. The girl's belly was rippling as she fought the waves of pleasure and Mrs. Rutger shook her head in disgust as it became apparent that Tami was trying desperately to keep from touching herself.

"No thanks, Mark. I'd rather her not be able to orgasm like that. Remember this is supposed to be punishment, not a poorly written porn story. Take it out of her." Mrs. Rutger said to Coach Hampton.

The coach frowned, obviously angered by Beth Rutger's comments, and he ordered Tami to spread her legs. His hands reached up, his finger's sliding through the girl's pink folds until they found the small black wire. He twined it twice around a finger, and then with a hard tug, yanked it painfully out of Tami's body.

Tami winced as the large vibrator exited, pushing against the bruised lips of her sex. It buzzed madly in Hampton's hand, as if some evil insect had gone insane. The coach held up the control box and thumbed the vibrator off, leaving the purple monstrosity dormant.

"Enjoy your class, Tami. I'm sure Mrs. Rutger will make it memorable." Coach Hampton said as he left the room.

Mrs. Rutger rolled her eyes. "Men." She sighed. "Well, lets get you prepped, Ms. Edwards. Please sit cross legged on the tarp." The teacher pointed to the center of the mat.

Tami stepped onto the blue plastic, listening to the heavy rustle it made as she walked across it. More and more of her classmates entered, everyone quickly taking a seat and watching as the nude girl displayed herself, sitting down with her legs crossed in the center of the tarp.

Mrs. Rutger had gone to her desk, but came back holding two small strands of twine, similar to the ones Mr. Mason had used on her after the assembly, and Tami shrunk away, fearful of another hour spent with her thumbs tied to her nipples. But Mrs. Rutger bent down and tied her right thumb to her left toe, and vice versa, until she sat immobilized, unable to move her limbs freely.

Tami realized she was tied just as Mr. Mason had described the Witch's Test; where each girl suspected of witchcraft had been bound just as she was, and then tossed into the pond or lake. Tami was glad no such body of water could be found on school property.

The bell rang again, signaling the beginning of class and Tami looked up to see the close faces of her classmates. She wasn't really friends with anyone in this class, much less her math or gym classes. Both Heather and Brad would be in her Economics class though, and she began to dread the final class of the day, knowing Brad would get to see more of her humiliation.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I'm sure you have all been looking forward to this class with great interest, with the possible exception of Ms. Edwards. As you have noticed, Ms. Edwards will be punished during this period for her conduct. I would like to remind all of you that her situation, while extreme, is purely appropriate for her actions and I would like you all to remember that the actions taken to discipline her can easily be inflicted on any of you."

Mrs. Rutger stepped forward, eyeing the class. "The faculty will no longer tolerate disobedience, rudeness, and outright disorderly conduct. Let Ms. Edwards serve as a reminder: follow the rules." The teacher stepped on to the mat, approaching the bound teen.

"Roll on to your back Ms. Edwards." Mrs. Rutger ordered, her arms crossed behind her back.

Tami looked up and saw the look on her teacher's face and decided that prompt obedience to any commands from Mrs. Rutger would be the wisest choice. She swallowed her embarrassment and rolled backward, raising her legs and displaying her swollen sex and the tiny button of her bottom to half the class.

Mrs. Rutger quickly grabbed an ankle with her left hand and brought her right hand forward. Tami heard an excited murmur from the class and tilted her body to see what Mrs. Rutger was holding.

A cone shaped black plug with a flat base extended from her hand. It was easily four inches tall, tapered at one end, looking for all intents and purposes like a smooth plastic Christmas tree. Tami's eyes widened as Mrs. Rutger placed the narrow top against the petals of her flower, gasping as the cruel teacher pushed the plug inward.

The plastic plug felt huge, much larger than the vibrating egg of Coach Hampton's, and Tami couldn't help trying to close her legs. Mrs. Rutger forced the plug inward, ramming it deep and twisting it round, until Tami felt stuffed. Then Rutger yanked it out with a loud sucking sound, eliciting a feeble cry from the bound girl.

Mrs. Rutger positioned the juice coated plug at the entrance of Tami's bottom. She began to push it in, slowly, as Tami cried out, tightening herself up.

"You better open up, girl. Or I'm going to use a hammer to get this thing in." Rutger said nastily. Tami whimpered, but forced herself to relax. Rutger pushed the plug in another inch or so and Tami felt as if her bottom was being ripped open. Another pause, then another inch and Tami cried out, her voice opening up like her bottom. There was a sharp ripping pain, and then a sudden rush as the plug seated itself.

"There we go. Up you go, Ms. Edwards." Mrs. Rutger said, pulling on Tami's foot, helping the girl to right herself.

Tami sat up, feeling the plug shift inside her as she reapplied pressure to her bottom. The plug was uncomfortable and large, pressing against Tami's body in ways she had never before experienced. It would obviously be in her for the entire period, so she tried to shift her weight from one buttock to the other, alleviating the direct pressure on the plug.

Mrs. Rutger stepped back of the mat surveying her handiwork as Tami rolled, trying to keep the plug from directly pressing into her bottom. It was an enjoyable sight, the fidgeting, shifting girl. Mrs. Rutger smiled and went to her desk, reaching into the crock pot and pulling out a large cylindrical jar filled with a red fluid.

The class watched as Mrs. Rutger approached Tami again, this time standing a bit away from the girl and raised the jar high. Mrs. Rutger tipped the jar just as Tami looked up and a smooth flow of crimson poured from the glass. Tami cried out as it hit her shoulder, flowing over her arm and chest, even down her back. She squirmed out of the way, falling over, but the flow continued, this time hitting her left breast and stomach directly, coating the pale skin with scarlet.

The delicious smell of roses filled the room and the class watched as the fluid began to harden. Tami's small whimpers followed the scent of roses and they watched as the liquid paraffin congealed, smoothly coating Tami's body in red wax. Tami lay on her side, gasping, obviously suffering from the hot bathing she had just received. Mrs. Rutger smiled, then tipped the jar again, pouring a red hot path over Tami's hip, down her leg, and directly on to the wide spread flower of the girl's sex.

Tami jerked away, but it was too late, crimson streams coating each individual petal. Her voice bleated pain and discomfort as the obvious heat of the melted paraffin suffused her skin, penetrating deep. Mrs. Rutger watched as the still hot trickles flowed off the girl's body and on to the plastic tarp, dripping a nonsense pattern.

Mrs. Rutger moved around to Tami's other side as the girl cried, her hot tears streaming down her cheek. Mrs. Rutger raised the jar again, letting Tami see it. Tami rolled back to the left, trying to get out from under the hot wax, but only exposing the still bare breast and right side of her body to the plunging fluid. Tami screamed, a full throated cry that filled the room as Mrs. Rutger poured copious amounts onto her alabaster skin.

Mrs. Rutger raised the almost empty jar, smiling cruelly as Tami cried, her torso almost completely covered. Hot wax had run down the folds of the girl's sex and even covered the flat black plastic base of the plug. Wherever one could still see bare skin, it bore a harsh pink color, heated from the wax.

Mrs. Rutger quickly upended the glass jar a third time, letting the remnants of the paraffin fall upon Tami's unsuspecting feet. Tami's toes curled tightly as the heat scorched her soles, then traveled upward over her calves. Tami's heels thumped the floor and she rolled upward and backward, once more exposing her bottom as she tried to get away from the wax. Mrs. Rutger quickly shifted the jar and let the last few drops splatter on the upturned bottom.

Tami rolled back forward as Mrs. Rutger stepped off the mat, walking back to her desk. She placed the jar on the desk and leaned against the solid wood, crossing her arms as she watched Tami. The whole class stared as Tami moaned, twisting on the mat, trying some way to relieve her body's pains.

After a few minutes, the wax had cooled to the point that it began flaking, cracks running through the hardened paraffin. Mrs. Rutger approached again and then chose two boys from the class at random.

"All right you two. I want you to scrape that crap off her body. Get as much as you can. Just make sure her breasts and sex are bare again." Ordered Mrs. Rutger.

Tami opened her eyes and watched as the two boys approached her. She felt their hands grasp and begin peeling her second skin with pleasure. She gasped as their fingers scraped along the sides of her breasts, pulling the paraffin off with great sweeps. She felt an odd tingling and tug as one of the boys managed to remove the wax over her sex in a single piece, holding out the mold of her petals to Mrs. Rutger like some sort of trophy.

Mrs. Rutger laughed as she took the mold. "Perhaps we should place this on a cool shelf! It would be a nice reminder. We can even label it: Tami Edward's Vagina. How appropriate. Maybe it should go in the school's trophy case." She bent forward and looked into Tami's eyes. "Would you like that, Ms. Edwards?"

Tami shook her head, her eyes half closing. All she could think of was how embarrassing such a trophy would be.

Mrs. Rutger laughed again and set the wax mold on her desk next to the empty jar. Once more she reached into the crock pot, this time pulling a dark blue colored wax from its depths.

Tami tried to scoot away as Rutger approached, but the bindings on her toes and thumbs held her on the mat and Mrs. Rutger correctly anticipated the girl's twist, spilling the hot azure liquid directly on the recently pink and exposed nipples. It almost appeared as if Tami had donned a blue bra, stretching tightly across her chest, but completely covering her breasts. Tami cried out again, curling up as tight as possible and Mrs. Rutger began pouring the wax on her back, covering the previously bare skin with a blue sheen.

Tami twisted, rolling over and over trying to get away. Blue paraffin splattered and pooled on the mat, smearing over the girl's body in odd ways as she coiled. An odd rainbow swirl appeared and Tami eventually stopped moving, her breaths coming in exhausted gasps.

Mrs. Rutger had been waiting for that and with no hesitation, upended the entire jar right onto Tami's still pink sex. Tami yanked hard on her legs, trying to pull them into her body to protect herself, but the hot wax coated and singed her sore bruised petals in waves of crushing heat. It was worse than the hot water. It was worse than the ice.

Tami lay in a quivering heap, her body twitching. Her forehead was covered in perspiration, her hair matted with bits of wax. Her entire body was covered, from the next down, almost completely, and her cries waned until they were nothing more than pitiful little mewls coming from a tortured kitten.

Mrs. Rutger returned to her desk, depositing the jar and opening a drawer. From its depths she removed two table knives, silvery cutlery that could cut butter, but little else. She took the two knives and gave them to two separate girls, ordering them to clean the wax off Tami, paying special attention to the bound girl's private parts.

Mrs. Rutger returned to her chair as the two girls move in on Tami. Carefully they began to cut and peel the hardened wax from Tami. The underlying skin seemed hot and dry, bright red to the eye, and everyone in the room began to wonder just how bad the wax had been. Tami didn't react as the girls peeled the wax from her breasts, or even her sex, laying on the tarp like a zombie.

The knives flashed, but still bits and pieces remained caked to her skin. Mrs. Rutger got up and came over, examining Tami closely.

"We might have overdone her a bit." Rutger announced grumpily. She stood up.

"Michael and John, please pick her up and carry her outside. There is a hose just to the right of the emergency exit door at the end of the hall. Once you get her out there, leave her tied up, but hose her down until her skin isn't pink. Understand?" Mrs. Rutger ordered.

"Yes ma'am." Michael replied, standing up. He and John walked onto the mat, bending at the knees to pick up the bound girl. John wrapped his arms under Tami's, running his fingers across the teen girl's breasts. Michael picked her up by the legs and together they carried her out of the room. Mrs. Rutger watched them from the door until they opened the emergency exit and moved through it, letting the heavy door close behind them.

The boys gently set Tami down in the grass by the sidewalk and stepped back. Her skin was still flushed and John took the hose and turned the spigot, rewarding himself with a spray of water which he quickly directed at Tami. The cold stream struck her and for a second, both boys could swear that steam rose from her skin. But the she shivered, trembled, and roused.

Tami squealed and tried to curl up, finding it difficult. John moved closer with the hose, spraying her directly on the breasts, pushing his thumb into the stream to direct a sharp stinging spray at her.

"Oh please! Please! Stop it! No more! Please! I'll do anything!" Tami begged.

Michael laughed. "Anything?"

"Oh yes anything, just no more water please!" Tami begged, her voice full of desperation.

Michael smiled. "Turn the water off, John."

John frowned. "Dude, you know what Rut face said."

"Ah the hell with her. She can't leave her room. You know that. This won't take nothing but a minute. After that performance I'm hard as a stone!"

John thought it over for just a second before shrugging. "Me too."

Michael reached out Tami and rolled her on her back. "You just stay quiet little Tami. This won't hurt a bit."

Tami watched as Michael unbuttoned his pants, flinging down his zipper and pulling his thick rod out of a pair of army camouflage boxers. It was hard and slightly red, but no bigger than any other that Tami had seen. He moved up close to her and she felt the tip at the swollen portal of her body.

She felt a new burst of fluid between her legs and she knew that he would have no trouble penetrating her as she felt the first few inches sink in. The solid mass slipped deeper and she moaned with the first real pleasure of the day. Michael pulled out a bit, but then thrust forward, driving his shaft upward into her well. When his loins connected hers, Tami felt an odd pain, her bruised loins echoing their earlier abuse. The pain coupled with the pleasure and she felt a sudden rush, a wave of intense bliss, which streamed upward through her body, filling her breasts and then head with a giddy rush.

Michael grunted and she felt his rod harden, stiffen, and the go immobile. A sudden trembling inside her announced his orgasm and she felt a sudden burst of wetness as he flooded her with his cream. He panted for a moment, lying across her still bound legs, letting strength return to his arms, then pulled his limp member from her body, stood up and rezipped his jeans.

John had already moved forward though, his hard cock already in his hand. He dropped to his knees, assuming the same position Michael had taken, pushing his cock into the sodden hole between Tami's legs. He slid in quickly and Tami winced slightly, once more feeling the bruises on the lips of her sex. John wasn't quiet as long as Michael, but his cock had a pronounced curve and she felt the tip impacting in a different spot. Once more the pain from her body mingled with the pleasure and it acted like an enhancer, bringing her forward into a gasping, sighing, tensing mass of flesh that clenched tightly around John's rod in frenzy.

John gritted his teeth, plunging over and over in to the wet flesh in front of him and he smiled as Tami opened her mouth, a wavering cry blossoming as the incredible orgasm hit her. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold off just a little longer, but suddenly the walls of her flower trembled, squeezing and fluttering along his length and he knew he could no longer contain his need. All time seemed to stop as he thrust in deeply, holding himself there, his cock throbbing as it ejaculated its contents deep with in her.

They lay unmoving, a delicious laziness that comes after orgasm, and enjoyed the slow relaxation of John's pole. Michael tapped him on the shoulder, a serious look in his eye and John pulled himself out, shaking the excess fluids of his member before tucking it back into his pants.

"Damn. We should have worn condoms, John." Michael said, a sudden worried look on his face.

John's eyes widened. "You think she might…" he left the question hanging.

Michael bit his lip, and then smiled. "I got an idea. We could wash her out. You know, clean all out stuff out of her. That we she can't get pregnant."

John's eyebrow rose. "You think that would work?" he asked, a little unsure of the idea.

"Hell yeah!" Michael said, bending down and picking up the hose. He stooped between her legs and began pushing the hose into her sex.

Tami squealed, the cold metal tip hurting a bit as it wound into her. She wiggled her hips, trying to keep it from scraping along her insides, but Michael kept pushing it deeper until it hit the very pits of her well.

"Turn it on, John, full blast, okay?"

John nodded and cranked the spigot sharply. Tami screamed with a sudden fury and Michael looked at her quizzically. Suddenly a spray of water spurted out of her, catching Michael directly in the face and soaking his clothes. He held his hands out falling backward as he tried to get away from the fountaining burst. John started laughing, but Tami started yelling.

"Turn it off! Turn it off!" she screamed. Flooding water poured out of her body and John began turning the water off. Just as it ebbed, the emergency door slammed open and Mrs. Rutger glared down at the two boys.

"What the hell are you doing?" She demanded.

Michael turned toward her, his face and shirt still dripping. "Uh, we just were cooling her down like you said, Mrs. Rutger." He wiped one hand down his cheek, wiping the water away.

"I said her skin! Not her guts! You can't do that to a girl! Get that thing out of her!" Mrs. Rutger said, her voice dangerously angry.

Michael stepped forward and removed the hose. Mrs. Rutger's face turned red as she saw the amount that had been pushed into Tami. "Idiots." She pulled a pair of scissors from her pocket and threw them down by the hose. "Cut those strings and help her back to the classroom. Now."

Michael picked up the cutting tool and quickly snipped the strings holding Tami's thumbs to her toes. Carefully, he helped her stretch out her limbs, then picked her up, setting her upright. She leaned on him, letting him take a good portion of her weight as she gingerly tested her tired and sore muscles.

John wrapped up the hose as Michael and Tami reentered the building, following Mrs. Rutger back to the classroom. Mrs. Rutger pointed toward an empty student desk and seat and Michael gently lowered Tami down, flinching ever so slightly when she winced, her bottom still filled.

"Oh damn. I forgot. She still has that plug in. Oh well. We'll get it before she goes to Economics." Mrs. Rutger said outloud.

The last fifteen minutes of the class involved various students rolling up the tarp and throwing it away, as well as the rearrangement of the desks. Through it all Tami sat in her chair, her body recovering.

When the bell rang both Michael and John gave her a little wave as they left. Tami ignored the rest of the students, until only Mrs. Rutger was left.

"All right, Ms. Edwards. We'll stop by the ladies restroom to get that thing out. Then I will take you to Economics."

Tami slowly rose from her desk and followed Mrs. Rutger into the hall. A group had gathered outside the classroom, watching with rapt attention as Tami slowly moved down the hall. At one point Mrs. Rutger pushed her into the ladies restroom, stopping her in front of the sinks and mirrors and told her bend over.

"Hold on to the sink, Ms. Edwards." Mrs. Rutger said, moving toward Tami's ass.

Tami looked up in the mirror and watched as Mrs. Rutger began peeling the base of the plug away from her skin. It hurt as the widest part of the plug tried to clear the tight hole and Tami grimaced. She looked across at the other girls and her heart stopped in a sudden panic as she saw Heather, leaning against one of the stall doors, her hand to her mouth, her eyes filled with pity.

The plug popped out and Tami gasped, feeling suddenly empty. Mrs. Rutger reached forward and dropped it in the sink.

"Wash it, please, Ms. Edwards."

Tami looked down at the black plastic and immediately turned the tap on. A spurt of warm soapy water filled the sink and Tami ran her hands over the plug, cleaning it thoroughly. Finally it glistened and she turned the water off, handing it to Ms. Edwards.

"Let's go, Ms. Edwards. One more class to endure."